“For the small set of Pictish symbols, the researchers concluded that the symbols likely correspond to words, based on their degree of Shannon di-gram entropy modified by these two parameters. In addition to showing that its very unlikely that the Pictish symbols are simply random pictures, these methods used with verbal datasets could be applied to investigating the level of information communicated by animal languages, which are often hampered by small sample datasets.”
“Baby I’m Yours” by Breakbot (2010)
Dir. Irina Dakeva
“I….Sleeping (being a dream journal and parenthetical explication)”
“I am running down a street.
I am wearing a silvered business suit.
It is not I.
The figure is stopped mid-stride, one arm flung out.
The street vanishes.
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The word ‘title’ is flung at me off five white gloved fingers backed by a vague clown face.
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Something of dead leaves… a rustling.
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a waiting – expectancy.
a sea-scape.
large people with smashed faces bending over.——-
A paw print – one toe bent in cashew curl… So that it reminds me of a flower petal.
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A quarter-turn clockwise of multicolored basket shapes merry-go-rounding – reds, blues, yellows, and more distant blurs of other shades. Dusty-yellowed browns for ground, and a pale blue clouded sky. A very few still silhouettes of people shape.”
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Some of Stan Brakhage’s 1975 dreams as remembered upon waking, from “I….Sleeping (being a dream journal and parenthetical explication)”, published 1988 by Island Cinema Resources (via Airform Archives)(via elettra)
Crash by J.G. Ballard
via ekstasis and marginalgloss
“Physical” by Adam and The Ants (1979)
Las Polaroid de Tarkovsky
“No es muy conocido que Tarkovsky, cuyas películas parecen estar compuestas a veces por un montaje de fotografías estáticas, se dedicó durante algún tiempo, efectivamente, a tomar fotos con una Polaroid. Estas fotos, a pesar de sus imperfecciones técnicas, atestiguan la misma forma de mirar y el mismo mundo visual de sus grandes films.”
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“Some Velvet Morning” by Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood (1967)
“These two weirdly complementary sides of Hazlewood’s persona unite on ‘Some Velvet Morning,’ a standout track from Nancy & Lee. On that track, Hazlewood and Sinatra sound like they don’t inhabit the same universe, let alone the same song. Over loping spaghetti-Western guitar, Hazlewood sings of Greek mythology and “some velvet morning when I’m straight,” while Sinatra coos about flowers and daffodils in a stoned haze against a backdrop of bubblegum psychedelia. “Some Velvet Morning” sounds like two songs spliced together by a madman, or an avant-garde short film in song form.”
This is Huckleberry.
…He was the “work dog” in that he was part owned by one of the bosses and spent time a lot of time at work wandering around the building.
I grew up with dogs but I wasn’t as close to him as a lot of people were, and over the ten years I knew him, we mostly kept a respectful distance.
One particular afternoon, I had had a few of bits of bad news one after the other and was struggling to keep it together, the people I would normally talk to either couldn’t to talk to me or were unavailable, so I sat in the corridor for a few minutes as I felt the world sliding away from me.
Huckleberry came into the corridor and stood looking at me for a few seconds, then after checking the coast was clear he came over and rested his chin on my knee.
Huckleberry passed away on Sunday, he was 13 years old, he had a very aggresive tumour and he died in his sleep on the operating table.
We all miss him very much.
(T)
Paul Greer 