Wednesday, October 13, 2010

i'm still here, somewhere

"...This flood of information we receive only flows one way. At times, it cancels out all our efforts to try to live as we really are. Because even within our imaginations, we are raped. They don't just take our resources, our work, and our money, they take our minds too. We have reached the last threshold of the human heartbeat." —Bamako (Abderrahmane Sissako, 2006)

millet angelus

"I am filthy. Lice gnaw me. Swine, when they look at me, vomit. The scabs and sores of leprosy have scaled my skin, which is coated with yellowish pus. I know not river water nor the clouds' dew. From my nape, as from a dungheap, sprouts an enormous toadstool with umbelliferous peduncles. Seated on a shapeless chunk of furniture, I have not moved a limb for four centuries. My feet have taken root in the soil forming a sort of perennial vegetation — not yet quite plant-life though no longer flesh — as far as my belly, and filled with vile parasites. My heart, however, is still beating." —Maldoror, fourth canto

dali Millet's Angelus


Andrew said...

Shall we put the human condition on trial à la Bamako?

Hectocotylus said...

Heh, I'm all for it. But first let's put God on trial!

Love your blog. Thanks for the comment.