to be the same is really boring or on identity

" If we are asked to relate to the question of identity, it must be an identity unique to ourselves. But the relationships we have to have with our selves are not ones of identity, rather, they must be of relationships of differentiation, of creation, of innovation. To be the same is really boring. "- Michel foucault, Sex, Power, and the Politics of Identity

... elephant (essay)

[…] precisely because the universe in which we live is somehow a universe of dead conventions and artificiality, the only authentic real experience must be some extremely violent, shattering experience. And this we experience as a sense that now we are back in real life.

– Slavoj Zizek (1)

Thus we can understand poetry is anarchic in as much as it questions all object relationships between meaning and form. It is also anarchic to the extent its occurrence is the result of disturbances leading us nearer to chaos.

– Antonin Artaud (2)

essay here

To Music Rainer Maria Rilke

Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps:
silence of paintings. You language where all language
ends. You time
standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.

Feelings for whom? O you the transformation
of feelings into what? --: into audible landscape.
You stranger: music. You heart-space
grown out of us. The deepest space in us,
which, rising above us, forces its way out,--
holy departure:
when the innermost point in us stands
outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other
side of the air:
pure,
boundless,
no longer habitable.

Mani Kaul interview

here

Myth

levi strauss myth

Desiredeleuze

Desire is the internal causality of an image with respect to the existence of the object

Sky

For the sky does not at all signify a height which would merely be the inverse of depth. In opposition to the deep earth, air and sky describe a pure surface, and the signifying field of this surface. The solipsist sky has no depth.
It is a strange prejudice which sets a higher value on depth than on breadth, and which accepts superficial as meaning not of wide extent but of little depth...

Yet it seems to me that a feeling such as love is better measured, if it can be measured at all by the xetent of its surface than by the degree of its depth.