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the saddest blog that ever was
12.23.2003:
yahweh: the ineffable, the taboo. photographs should have a body since they have no physis. their incorporeality manifests itself in the presence of sounds, sights and smells without substance. thus it must always transubstantiate. when robert smithson's shaky camera skulks the dinosaur bones in the museum of natural history and he layers and breaks beckett's unnameable all over that red landscape, he is asking us to name the unnameable, to committ the last intransigent act of creation: the calling out of yahweh. that too was beckett's one desire, to give body to the ineffable, texture to our transparent needs. w- said the first fall was that of naming. before there was only silence so he spoke the universe into creation. and when yves fell from the rooftop into the ghostly, deadened air and broke all his bones in the fire that he started, this is what his blood must have burned like. borges would call this one, much like his favorite one with the donut, 'de algebra y fuego.
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