I spent the whole day thinking
And came back richer than before
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says once
there isn’t any
but all
there is
is a smile
Dreaming subjects: lectures on self-reflexive subjects and the impact of external stimuli
Meaning making; running rabbit through discourse.
Opium Tea - Nick Cave
… I stand at the window and I look at the sea
And I am what I am, and what will be will be
I stand at the window and I look at the sea
And I make me a pot of opium tea
… At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts
And the shapes of hooded men who pass me
And the moan of the wind laughs and laughs and laughs
The strange luck that fate has cast me
Well, the cats on the rampart sing merrily
That he is what he is and what will be will be
Yeah, the cats on the rampart sing merrily
And I sit and I drink of my opium tea…
The patriarchal story is subverted by the possibility of women laughing behind their veils, by the suggestion of full bodied women with coherent subjectivities existing somewhere inside the veiled weaving room of the castle. Despite continued attempts to murder women with blazons and silent treatment, they still live on somewhere deep in the peripheral vision of our culture’s linguistic landscape.
Texts to the boy…
You are my favourite horse. Xx
