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R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me.
Think of RepRap as a China on your desktop.
To make a mountain out of a mole-hill.
Union of the Hideously and Improbably Deformed,
Yielding, like ice about to melt.
What some people invent the rest enlarge.
Relaxation Revolution. In
A caldera, it's called - a sort of mountain in reverse. A mountain that's had its very heart removed.
But my head is splitting in two!"
"It's doing a remarkably neat job since I can't see so much as a seam.
There are six R's.
One the stuff hits the fan ... swirl a pair of (Chinese) stress balls.
I am carving myself into a shape
that no one will recognize
because it is better being the marble
than the monster.
If the world was an etch-a-sketch, glaciers are the big shake.
Reweaving shalom means to sacrificially thread, lace, and press your time, goods, power, and resources into the lives and needs of others.
Carving?"
"Your name. My back. I can't fucking wait."
Jane whistled under her breath. "Do I get to do it?"
He barked a laugh. "No!"
"Come on. I'm a surgeon, I'm good with knives.
What interests us in operations of striation and smoothing are precisely the passages or combinations: how the forces at work within space continually striate it, and how in the course of its striation it develops other forces and emits new smooth spaces.
Prune what is turgid, elevate what is commonplace, arrange what is disorderly, introduce rhythm where the language is harsh, modify where it is too absolute.
All that materializes dematerializes.
The ree the ra the ree the ra the roo. Lord, I mustn't lilt here.
Enormous enlargements of an object or a fragment give it a personality it never had before, and in this way, it can become a vehicle of entirely new lyric and plastic power.
I hear myself laughing, screeching, cackling. The world is red hot and pulsing. On fire [...] I stroll down the corridor and the flickering fluorescents celebrate my passing, humming in praise. I spin, bow and hum along. Bloody footprints trail; bloody fingers smear the walls.
I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip and swirl like barn swallows, I swing. There is a fruitless commotion of dust and rubber at my feet. "Smothered it," I say promptly. After enough lessons the terminology becomes second nature.
Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.)
Wafted by a favouring gale
As one sometimes is in trances,
To a height that few can scale,
Save by long and weary dances
I've discovered this new electronic technique that creates new speech out of stuff that's already there.
spattering the walls with pulp and guano, like graffiti artists.
I like deconstructing things. I like cutting the legs out from under something that feels secret.
Everything suddenly seems displaced, subtle gradations erase borders, but it's more forceful than that.
My face becomes a Picasso sketch, my body slicing into pieces.
You want to achieve the effect, but not necessarily perform the same thing.
R-o-l-a-i-d-s: How do you spell relief? [10w]
J-a-c-k-i-n-go-f-f.
snakelike hiss, undulating,
With destruction comes renovation.
Quick! Do a roly, roly poly!
Rekers's fat begins under his nipples and increases exponentially until it eases back at his thighs. It looks as if a regular fat guy had some sort of seismic shift resulting in a landslide. A manslide. Chief Rekers is a walking manslide.
This landscape is animate: it moves, transposes, builds, proceeds, shifts, always going on, never coming back, and one can only retain it in vignettes, impressions caught in a flash, flipped through in succession, leaving a richness of images imprinted on a sunburned retina.
There was a sound like a garbage bag of pudding dropped off a tall building onto a sidewalk. Robert had erupted, chunks slapping off the walls in every direction.
frightening? Vigdis A. panted
The thought of continually eating something like macaroni, spat out by machinery, fills me with fear and revulsion, so I make macaroni sculptures. I make them and make them and then keep on making them, until I bury myself in the process. I call this 'obliteration.'
Or the other process that is important is that I compress longer sections of composed music, either found or made by myself, to such an extent that the rhythm becomes a timbre, and formal subdivisions become rhythm.
An artist who wants to transpose a composition onto a larger canvas must conceive it over again in order to preserve its expression; he must alter its character and not just fill in the squares into which he has divided his canvas.
Now everybody's sampling.
My work has the abstraction underneath it all now & what I deliberately set out to do down here, for this is the perfect realistic abstraction in landscape.
I walk by, seeing myself walk by on a bag, someone's hands gripping the paper handles above my neck, my curved waist, my gleam of sweat, me, half a block away, and think, you don't know self-fragmentation until it's staring you in the face.
The distortion of a text resembles a murder: the difficulty is not in perpetrating the deed, but in getting rid of its traces.
The Procrustean bed in life consists precisely in simplifying the non-linear and making it linear - the simplification that distorts.
Ducking around twisted trees whose fingers are branches spread like cracked ceilings under gray sky.
What are you doing, Poirot?"
"I dissect rucksacks. It is very interesting.
The term [Americanization] invokes the transformation of the landscape into unnatural mechanical shapes, of night into day, of speed for its own sake, an irrational passion for novelty at the expense of quality, a worship of gimmickry.
Ants under the skin. As Rhage transferred his weight from one shitkicker to the other, he felt like his bloodstream had come to a soft boil and the bubbles were tickling the underside of every fucking square inch of his flesh.
What I see is teeming cohesion, contained dispersal ... For him, to sculpt is to take the fat off space.
A man must shape himself to a new mark directly the old one goes to ground.
been tumbled smooth by waves
Rivers of wrinkles flowing down from the corners of this eyes and mouth.
He pictures amputated human arms flopping like fish down the center of the road; syringes floating on beds of liposuctioned fat; gelatinous human eyeballs wiggling merrily as they roll down the highway; and so on. He could imagine other such grotesque stuff, but chooses not to.
Picture me rollin
A vile beastly rottenheaded foolbegotten brazenthroated pernicous piggish screaming, tearing, roaring, perplexing, splitmecrackle crashmecriggle insane ass of a woman is practising howling below-stairs with a brute of a singingmaster so horribly, that my head is nearly off.
I conceived and developed a new geometry of nature and implemented its use in a number of diverse fields. It describes many of the irregular and fragmented patterns around us, and leads to full-fledged theories, by identifying a family of shapes I call fractals.
I wanted to analyze how unnecessary it is to collapse a heroine into one specific mold, to give them all the same sparkly fashion, the same tiny figures, and the same homogenized plastic smile,
Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.
Eight years ago, I wouldn't have painted this subject I'm starting now: a clearing filled with grasses. It would have seemed too much of a jumble. I had to keep looking and drawing, and looking. Now, because of all that time I spent drawing these grasses, I know what I'm looking for.
This is how your heart gets
snagged, like a balloon on a barbed-wire fence, this is where pieces of you get torn away.
It's kind of a language I've developed over time that's basically breaking up the face into components and planes. Inside each plane, I draw gradation marks, and when planes come together, they form sinews, a hairlike weave that's like a landscape of the face.
Mrs. Sliderskew was in an ecstasy of delight, rolling her head about, drawing up her skinny shoulders, and wrinkling her cadaverous face into so many and such complicated forms of ugliness, as awakened the unbounded astonishment and disgust even of Mr. Squeers.
Mark Grotjahn's large new paintings abound with torrents of ropy impasto, laid down in thickets, cascading waves, and bundles that swell, braid around, or overlap one another.
making mountains out of molehills, thereby
I must learn to express the gentle vibration of things: the intrinsically rough texture. I must find this expression in drawings; in the way in which I draw my nudes here in Paris, more original and at the same time sensitively observed.
like a patchwork of twisting tunnels and
As deformed as a grotesque potato,
In drawing after drawing, pastel after pastel, painting after painting, the contours of Degas's dancing figures become, at a certain point, darkly insistent, tangled and dusky. It may be around an elbow, a heel, an armpit, a calf muscle, the nape of a neck.
And I must borrow every changing shape
To find expression ... dance, dance
Like a dancing bear,
Cry like a parrot, chatter like an ape.
Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance
In order to get organized, sometimes one must first disassemble and scatter around various parts of themselves.
Loaming is my special word for it..it's a combination of looming and roaming
Computer enhancement has spread to still photography in advertisements, fashion pictorials, and magazine covers, where the human figure and face are subtly elongated or remodeled at will. Caricature is our ruling mode.
I don't really have a metaphor for how I write, but it kinda feels like chipping away at a big dark object that I can't really see.
I try to construct a picture in which shapes, spaces, colors, form a set of unique relationships, independent of any subject matter. At the same time I try to capture and translate the excitement and emotion aroused in me by the impact with the original idea.
The street curves in and out, up and down in great waves of asphalt; at night the granite tomb is noisy with starlings like the creaking of many axles; only the tired walker know how much there is to climb, how the sidewalk curves into the cold wind.
Combing her thoughts, yanking them into a pigtail.
The physical reinvention of the world is endless, relentless, fascinating, exhaustive; nothing that seems solid is. If you could stand at just a little distance in time, how fluid and shape-shifting physical reality would be, everything hurrying into some other form, even concrete, even stone.
Her face was as red as her hair. "What are you doing," she cried.
Devon put a question mark next to the sentence. "Editing your paper." What did it look like he was doing?
"You're just cutting out stuff!"
"What do you think editing is?
I'm going to have to come up with a new word for "excited". Something preferably a verb that describes the simultaneous actions of jumping up and down squealing giggling and generally scaring the hell out of the cats. I'll call it vrasting.
This morning I vrasted.
small gully where the red mud had dried and cracked in a system of parched veins.
Dissection," writes historian Ruth Richardson in Death, Dissection, and the Destitute, "requires in its practitioners the effective suspension or suppression of many normal physical and emotional responses to the wilful mutilation of the body of another human being.
But the obsessional work of cutting and pasting also enacts, in the most literal way possible, the generic annexation of the poetic by the novelistic. When
Every day I studied the nude, and movement in the streets and in the shops. Out of the naturalistic surface with all its variations I wanted to derive the pictorially determined surface.
I jumped into a crowd full of "u"s they turned into underscores. Hit the pavement hard." visualization words
With these words there came the rending scream of a shattered stirk and an angry troubling of the branches as the poor madman percolated through the sieve of a sharp yew, a wailing black meteor hurtling through green clouds, a human prickles.
The act, when vacuuming, of running over a string at least a dozen times, reaching over and picking it up, examining it, then putting it back down to give the vacuum one more chance.
The rough must be taken with the smooth.
The child now shewed her a narrow and rugged descent, made by cutting the red clay and stones, of which the cliffs are here composed, into a sort of rude steps.
Puttin rhymes into shape just like Jack LaLanne.
On Rahel's heart Pappachi's moth snapped open its somber wings. Out. In. And lifted its legs. Up. Down.
The work resembles a breech delivery-one which is expressed in rhythmic lurches, stabs of phrase and vocal ornamentation designed to express agitation rather than decorative grace.
A fine image is geometry, modulated by the heart
So ... you don't like dismembering?"
"No."
"Evisceration?"
"Not so much." He laughed like he thought she was joking. "I'm a dull sorta guy."
"Yeah, kinda.
People love chopping wood. In this activity one immediately sees results.
I tried out the unfamiliar syllables. They fit. They cracked in my ears like a fist through ice.
Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!
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