April 25, 2008

  • ART WARS continued:

    Destabilizing
    the Locus

    "It is the intention
     of this piece
     to destabilize the locus
      of that authorial act...."

    -- Yale art student
        Aliza Shvarts,
    quoted today in
    The Harvard Crimson

    From Log24 on
    March 14:


    Rite of Spring

    From the online 
    Harvard Crimson --

    Anatomy exhibit at the Harvard Women's Center

    Related material:

    A figure from  
    Monday's entry --

    Mandorla from center of ovato tondo

    -- and  
    June 30, 2007's
    Annals of Theology,
    with a link to a film:
    The Center of the World.

    The center referred
    to in that film is the
    same generic "center"
    displayed at Harvard
    and in the above
    mandorla: not the
    Harvard Women's
    Center, but rather
    the women's center.

    See also Yeats --
    "the centre cannot hold,"

    Stevens --
    "the center of resemblance,"

    and Zelazny --
    "center loosens,
    forms again elsewhere    ."

    Related material
    from Google:


    JSTOR: Killing Time
    with Mark Twain's Autobiographies
    ... frame "writing" within his own writing in order to destabilize the locus of his authorial voice and to promote a textual confusion that doubly displaces ...
    links.jstor.org/... - Similar pages

    Other ways
    of killing time:

    From Log24 on April 21, the date of Mark Twain's death--

    Psychoshop, by Alfred Bester and Roger Zelazny:

    His manner was all charm and grace; pure cafe society....



    He purred a chuckle. "My place. If you want to come, I'll show you."



    "Love to. The Luogo Nero? The Black Place?"



    "That's what the locals call it. It's really Buoco Nero, the Black Hole."



    "Like the Black Hole of Calcutta?"



    "No. Black Hole as in astronomy. Corpse of a dead star, but also channel between this universe and its next-door neighbor."

    The Pennsylvania Lottery
    yesterday, April 24, 2008:

    Mid-day 923, Evening 765....

    and hence Log24, 9/23 (2007), and page 765 of From Here to Eternity (Delta paperback, 1998):

    He stayed that way for eight days, never what you could really call drunk, but certainly never anywhere near sober, and always with a bottle of Georgette's expensive scotch in one hand and a glass in the other. He did not talk at all except to say "Yes" or "No," mostly "No," when confronted with a direct question, and he never ate anything when they were there. It was like living in the same house with a dead person.