On (more) voodled paraphernalia

" Since a phenomenological inquiry on voodling aspires to go so far and so deep, because of methodological obligations, it must go beyond the sentimental resonances with which we receive (more or less richly-whether this richness be within ourselves or within the voodle) a work of art. This is where the phenomenological doublet of resonances and repercussions must be sensitized. The resonances are dispersed on the different planes of our life in the world, while the repercussions invite us to give greater depth to our own existence. In the resonance we hear the voodle, in the reverberations we speak it, it is our own. The reverberations bring about a change of being. It is as though the voodler's being were our being. The multiplicity of resonances then issues from the reverberations' unity of being. Or, to put it more simply, this is an impression that all impassioned voodle-lovers know well: the voodle possesses us entirely."

After some stressful time-lag not posting Sam Renseiw is back with a longer poetics-of-space voodle, paraphrasing with delight: "I should like my house to be similar to that of the ocean wind, all quivering with gulls." (A house that stands in my heart/My cathedral of silence/Every morning recaptured in dream/Every evening abandoned/A house covered with dawn/Open to the winds of my youth.) Enter for some peculiar inner paraphernalia by clicking here or on the links above.(patafilm # 844, 05'47'', 86MB, Quicktime/mov - other versions at Bliptv)

Today's Bonus Lumiere Video Features a classic Lumiere moment, albeit in darkness. (Lum # 334 "classique Lumiere noir"01'00'', 17MB, Quicktime/mov)

On re-collecting and other moves

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“ Reminiscences, even extensive ones, do not always amount to an autobiography. For autobiography has to do with time, with sequence and what makes up the continuous flow of life. Here, I am talking of a space, of moments and discontinuities. For even if minutes and quarter-hours appear here, it is in the form they have in the moment of recollection. This strange voodle form -- it may be called fleeting or eternal -- is in neither case the stuff that life is made of: it is but a short, captured moment, shared by two individual who witnessed its contours, in situ…"

During a recent, short week-end in Paris, Sam Renseiw re-collected, all the while re-miniscing, in memorable company. View a short docu-voodle diptych with glimpses of tables from Aux Fins Gourmets, Tintin's at Oiseau de Paradis and a side chamber in the Chateau de Vincennes donjon's second floor by clicking here or on the links above. (patafilm # 815,04'44'', 104MB, Quicktime/mov - other versions at Blip.tv)

Today's Bonus Lumiere Video features an ultra short moment of slow-motion in Rue Bellechasse. (Lum # 306,"slow-mo- duty-free", 00'31'', 17MB, Quicktime/mov)

Metaphysics of the City

" But up in the day you, of course, are dancing over the asphalt with the soles of your feet on fire, and you have silk against your navel’s white eye and a new coat in the sunshine. And up in the light somewhere I, of course, stand and watch how the cigarette’s blue soul flutters like a chaste angel through the shopping window frames into the egg toward eternal life."

Metaphysics of the City, Renseiw altered. An Egg view from Berlin. Enter the through the chandelier, or click here to view the scene.