i don't wana write anymore words, i will be writing one in images... i mean like only putting images. that's a legitimate thing don't @ me i am a critic.
this is about Johannes Paul Raether i think, partially. maybe also a cluster of images?
@ KENRIC MCDOWELL AND JASON LOUV
I have run out of words with which to talk about ghosts; the disembodied human, inhabiting a shell that does not belong to itself. the body thief etc etc.
i would like to write this reacting to Hito Steyerl's performance/lecture as fiction.
i have no more hot takes left, sorry readers.
In the middle of the 17th Century, a trader in Amsterdam could charge, for a single tulip bulb, the equivalent of ten times the annual salary of a skilled craftsman. Tulips were new in Europe — exotic, fascinating, unlike and native species — and quickly became highly valued.
Early photography and cinema shared a trait, neither documentary, art, nor entertainment, but something more akin to science and religion. Early photographers, writer and mythographer Marina Warner tells us in her conversation with novelist Adam Thirlwell, were obsessed with the capture of ghosts and spirits.
ABOUT JAMES BRIDLE:::
things u made me thought
Another machine: the Wheel of Fortune. In the Marseilles Tarot, a late mediaeval set of divination cards, it is depicted as explicitly mechanical, a thin spindle holding a set of fat sculpted spokes which themselves support a twisting, mobius-strip wheel. A king, a dog and a ghost or spirit revolve, symbolising changing luck, poverty turning to wealth before returning again. Perhaps the King is actually the Goddess Fortuna, controlling its turn.
sweating is existenial panic
gilbert and george and my granddad