Author: pam
the creative process of Angelo Badalamenti and David Lynch for Laura Palmer’s theme.
“I was on a train listening to music, getting deep into it, and this girl started staring at me,” says London-based artist and poet Sofia Mattioli of the genesis of her video for Jamie xx’s “Sleep Sound.” “After a while I took my headphones off and she came up to me, started signing and then wrote me a note to say that she was deaf but could almost feel the music by my movement.”
During the course of one day, she danced with 13 members of the Manchester Deaf Centre with ages ranging from five to 27 years old, who responded to the movement of the artist and the vibrations in the air given off by the song.
“The capital-T Truth is about life BEFORE death. It is about the real value of a real education, which has almost nothing to do with knowledge, and everything to do with simple awareness; awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, all the time, that we have to keep reminding ourselves over and over: “This is water.” “This is water.””
“Before the police told me on the phone that my dad had died, I realized nothing would be the same again. That song was playing in the background. Still ten years later, hearing it has a strong emotional impact on me.”
Daddy’s Girl (Hopeless Attempt not to Cry Listening to That Song) (2008)
“Me and my mother are very close. A sudden herniated disc made us even closer in 2010. The back pain was so terrible she couldn’t walk on her own for almost a year. Our roles started to change. I became the caretaker and she is more and more dependent on me. We started to process our fears of pain and helplessness. I made a series of work titled Temporarily Out Of Order in 2010. It consisted of drawings and a video. In the video she practiced her physical therapy exercises on a stage wearing a tutu. She appears very cute and amusing but at the same time one can relate to her constant pain through the slow, clumsy repetition.”
Temporarily Out of Order (2010)
Every Day Is a Bonus (2009)
We All Need Someone (2013)
“The stereotype of the Finnish men is they are shy but honest alcoholics who drink their Finlandia vodka from their Iittala design glasses, covered in Marimekko, wearing their Nokia rubber boots while NOT talking on their Nokia phones. Oh, and they love their sauna of course! Finnish men don’t sweet-talk, or say much at all for that matter. At least this is the stereotype. I wonder if the younger generation is different.
A hundred young men sit in the sauna squeezed in next to each other, forming a surface of bare skin. The camera is rolling. The viewer will see the individual as the men start reacting to the heat and leave one by one.”
Portrait of a Young Man (2010)
The first novel of William S. Burroughs (1953), read by himself.
“Junky has no agenda, good or bad, for its influence in the world. It simply lays out the facts, leaving them for the reader to do what they want with them. The novel is a clear, concise, and direct journey into the mind and world of a man diseased, told in brutally honest narration, without a hint of shame or pity.
This is, in my opinion, a worthy piece of literature to invest the time into reading, not only for a Burroughs fan, but for any reader who enjoys thought-provoking subject-matter and stories containing complex and intriguing characters.”
“These scraps of paper, carrying shards of poems and prose, give us glimpses of Emily Dickinson’s creative process during the latter years of her life.”
“was never/Frigate a/like”
There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away,
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry –
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll –
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears a Human soul.
“Pompeii
All it’s occupations
(the) crystallized – Everybody
gone away”
“Which – has the
wisest men
undone –
Doubt has
the
wisest”
Hope is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
To die–takes just a little while–
They say it doesn’t hurt–
It’s only fainter–by degrees–
And then–it’s out of sight–A darker Ribbon–for a Day–
A Crape upon the Hat–
And then the pretty sunshine comes–
And helps us to forget–The absent–mystic–creature–
That but for love of us–
Had gone to sleep–that soundest time–
Without the weariness–
This Is Not a Place 
