Three creases were also traced, one in the photograph itself, the other, on the surface of the image. You always have to look, both, into and at a photograph, at the one and the same time: into model’s inexplicable crotch; at, the central cross – where the advert has been folded into four – like the sights of a gun aimed at his heart. The more I retraced the pattern, the more the crotch and the pipe knitted together.
I've been ejected from the golf course management degree (even though I never hit a golf ball). It wasn't only the constant fear of being hit by a ball, it was all the fertilizer I inhaled from the greens. I'm now studying 'Pataphysics, the science of the particular, the science of 'laws governing exceptions'. I've swapped golf holes (green holes) for Black holes.
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Sunday, 21 November 2010
A Pattern Emerges
Tracing the knitting pattern, a pattern emerges. The curling, smoke-like rings of the wrought iron furniture and their correspondence with the A and g of Angora; the correlation between the shape of the pipe the A and g of Angora and whirling F of Furwul.
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