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the remnants of wars
What am I doing? Tearing myself. My usual occupation at most times.
Even clingfilm - if it's gone over a salad bowl, take it off, use it again. I wash out carrier bags; I save brown paper from parcels. I save string; I save ribbons. I separate all my bits and pieces.
All the things paper-thin and paper-frail, and all the people too.
I like deconstructing things. I like cutting the legs out from under something that feels secret.
heavy demolition unit.
What do you do with everything that is cut away? she asked Tilman, thinking now about the negative space of stone sculpture, the stone that is discarded, thinking too about how she had thrown away huge pieces of her own early life ...
Busying herself with inconsequential tasks.
Like foxes to a dustbin,
What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?
The world's not falling apart imperceptibly anymore, these days it makes a loud shredding noise!
Towards the avoidance of a piece of verbal confusion: What is intended to be actively destroyed must first of all have been firmly grasped; what crumbles away crumbles away, but cannot be destroyed.
What you doin' with this gun?
refuse what you do not need; reduce what you do need; reuse what you consume; recycle what you cannot refuse, reduce, or reuse; and rot (compost) the rest.
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.'
I carry a knife with me so I can cut images out of cardboard boxes. I'm always cutting cardboard. Especially every Thursday, which is recycling day.
It's a continual process of opening and surrender, like taking off layer after layer of clothes,
With destruction comes renovation.
Thus my task was destruction.
Rubbish!" screamed a fat, elderly woman, in Richard's ear, as he passed her malodorous stall. "Junk!" She continued. "Garbage! Trash! Offal! Debris! Come and get it! Nothing whole or undamaged! Crap, tripe, and useless piles of shit. You know you want it.
Cushions had been sliced apart and were bleeding stuffing onto the floor.
Look at all that rubbish," she said, watching the electric van slowly whirr from bin to bin, little men in gloves removing it all.
"They're taking it away," I said.
"Where to?" she said. "It just gets moved around dearie, that's all.
I like to take out the recycling because I actually feel like I'm doing something.
working slowly, destroying the mind, stealing a lifetime of memories, and robbing a person's dignity and identity, in the end leaving them silent.
The mountains of things we throw away are much greater than the things we use. In this, if no other way, we can see the wild an reckless exuberance of our production, and waste seems to be the index.
Shedding off one more layer of skin
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within
What we did not truly use, need, and love had to go. This would become our motto for decluttering.
Excuse our appearances. We are taking apart yesterday, to make way for tomorrow
Disintegration---I'm taking it in stride.
Some things we pack away, stick in the back of the closet, never expect to see again - but we can't quite make ourselves discard them. Like
Miles of junk to throw out
how do you decide what to keep when everything is sentiment.
Scissors! Scissors! Have ye got yer ane scissors?? Are ye deaf??
Repooping is the purest form of pooping
We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:
When you finally strip away all the material things in your house and closets, you realize how much time and money was spent wasted on things that you never really needed in the first place.
Tearing the paper means you've stopped believing in the infinite possibilities of a square.
You cut up a thing that's alive and beautiful to find out how it's alive and why it's beautiful, and before you know it, it's neither of those things, and you're standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.
A bureaucrat's idea of cleaning up his files is to make a copy of every paper before he destroys it.
Sometimes you can't help but destroy the intricate things in life.
At a time when we're having to take such difficult decisions about how to cut back without damaging the things that matter the most, we should strain every sinew to cut error, waste and fraud.
Death like style is the removal of rubbish.
As a kid, I remember taking apart whatever I could get my hands on.
Atomize and refigure the word.
Recycling is what we do when we're out of options to avoid, repair, or reuse the product first. Firstly: Reduce. Don't buy what we don't need. Repair: Fix stuff that still has life in it. Reuse: Share. Then, only when you've exhausted those options, recycle.
Rummage around in the freezer. "Burritos?" "Hammer having a party tonight?" We look at each other and then the burrito. I toss it back into the freezer. "Right. Nothing says sexy like ripping one while you're trying to close the deal.
Death's the discarder.
We are broken open, or we willfully shed.
She had been critical of his new torch song, "A Side Order of Heartache, Please," suggesting it could be used as a good way to break in their new paper shredder.
We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.
On the shelves along the wall my stacks. Jumbled and worn. Pagers curled and stained. Spines creased and cracked.
Waste makes haste.
I don't tear down. I prefer to build up.
He removed his unvaluable valuables and dumped his shirt, pants, and skivvies into a letter slot.
Clear clutter. Make space for you.
Wiping out is an underappreciated skill.
What's more important than recycling? Producing something to recycle.
sucking on a football.
One of the most necessary things when you're writing? The waste basket.
sweeping out of shops, and the
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.
I've been re-created by a designer who loves to recycle. My
Reuse Reduce RECYCLE!
Save the world , no need to be superman.
I bring what i can to the table.
The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.
She's 80 my nan, what do you want for your birthday? "SHREDDER!! GET ME A SHREDDER!!", what do you want a shredder for? "IDENTITY THEFT!!".
rolling eye balls
Every one should keep a mental wastepaper basket and the older he grows the more things he will consign to it - torn up to irrecoverable tatters.
You can't put something together again unless you've torn it apart first.
The purposeful destruction of information is the essence of intelligent work.
To summarise, the secret of success is to tidy in one shot, as quickly and completely as possible, and to start by discarding.
Purification. You burn everything, you burn and burn and burn, and you start over.
paper fell out of the book. It was a page torn from
attempting to block progress.
slaying everything within reach in order to quiet the monster that gnaws at their vitals.
Clothes dissolving, skin pressing together like the pages of a book, bound by a common spine.
To devastate is easier and more spectacular than to create.
The (editing) work was like peeling an onion. The outer skin came off with difficulty ... but in no time youd be down to its innards, tears streaming from your eyes as more and more beautiful reductions became possible.
You raze the old to raise the new.
Compressed into boxes, packed in sawdust, ... trussed up in sacks, roped up like hams ...
Those wire baskets where you leave your paperwork to die ...
I like to call it 'album making' because everybody hears the word scrapbooking and thinks, 'All the glue and the glitter - I don't have time for that!'
The future is trash. Recycling it, re-arranging it. Making it beautiful again.
The strange sense of being disassembled
Preparing for the ups and downs of life.
Doing nothing, badly.
All this new stuff goes on top
turn it over, turn it over
wait and water down
from the dark bottom
turn it inside out
let it spread through
Sift down even.
Watch it sprout.
A mind like compost.
Constructive destruction is one of the most delightful employments in the world, and in civilized life the opportunities for it are only too rare.
We must scrunch or be scrunched.
Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!
That is what deconstruction is made of: not the mixture but the tension between memory, fidelity, the preservation of something that has been given to us, and, at the same time, heterogeneity, something absolutely new, and a break.
All those poeple living in their paper houses, burning they paper future to stay warm. All the paper kids, drinking paper beer some bum bought for them at the paper convienience store ... All this things paper-thin and paper-frail.
Simple, like uncarved wood.
A machine condemned to devour books and then throw them , in a changed form , on the dunghill of history .
Take an object. Do something to it. Do something else to it.
A bag which was left and not only taken but turned away was not found. The place was shown to be very like the last time. A piece was not exchanged, not a bit of it, a piece was left over. The rest was mismanaged.
Farting, don't think, just fart.
spattering the walls with pulp and guano, like graffiti artists.
Clutter-clearing is modern-day alchemy.
Time elaborately thrown away.
When someone throws trash on you, shake it off, stomp on it, and use it to rise to the top!
I like to pick things apart, analyse them and put them back in a better order than they had been in before