[EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
<< But
I do know that boredom is the great creator of all new ideas, the deep well
from
which they arise. Without it I'd never come up with anything. >>
This is wondrous, the kind of idea that wakes me up all caught amidst one of
those seven sins such as sloth and makes the definitions, and thus my
outlook, new.
What exactly IS it that provokes? makes us act, or even think, think anew
and write the note we never wrote because it is so wrong to be, say: scared
of writing the wrong thing? as if there could ever BE a "wrong thing". it
just may be the wrongest thing that sets us in motion, like the lost photos
and the photographer's gentle lament (no anger?!!) that made me think of
INTENTION, all lost intention, all the things we MEAN to do and YEARN to do,
say, show, expand upon, share
some art that would embrace the lost attempts? this feels too close to
weakness: the things I SEE but do not DO? no, the lost photos are not in
that realm. they are existant. they ARE. (somewhere) I'd like to
record this (somewhere) (maybe) (if) (as though)
I'd like to see your lost somewhere, as I write this it feels the opposite to
FLUXUS, which is HERE right-in-your-face -------- but is it?
sorry, just following thoughts on boredom/stimulation/the wanderlust of the
desperado -- nbb
