Lilith

The first woman of the Judeo-Christian world order, Lilith, was not created out of male substance. God made her, like Adam, from dust. Lilith considered herself to be of equal rank, but Adam disputed her claim to equality. Because of her independent ways, Lilith was eventually replaced by a woman born from Adam. The memory of Lilith, however, was continued through the centuries with a variety of interpretations. In medieval Europe she was pictured as a ‘she-monster’ who averged herself by eating the flesh of children.

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Images of Lilith:

Sexualisation of Survival.

Art is, for Deleuze, the extension of the architectural imperative to organise the space of the earth…This roots art not in the creativity of mankind but rather in a superfluousness of nature…It roots art in the natural and in the animal, in the most primitive and sexualised of evolutionary residues in man’s animal heritage. Art is evolutionary, in the sense that it coincides with and harnesses evolutionary accomplishments into avenues of expression that no longer have anything to do with survival. Art hijacks survival impulses and transforms them through the vagaries and intensifications posed by sexuality, deranging them into a new order, a new practice. Art is the sexualisation of survival or, equally, sexuality is the rendering artistic, the exploration of the excessiveness, of nature.

[Excerpt from "Chaos, Territory, Art: Deleuze and the Framing of the Earth" by Elizabeth Grosz, 2008]

Images: by Karl Blossfeldt, courtesy of www.butdoesitfloat.com

Gilles Deleuze:

Crossing through chaos: not to explain or interpret it, but simply to cross it, from one end to the other, in a passage that orders the planes, the landscapes, the localisations, but which leaves the chaos to close back in upon itself, like the sea washing over the wake of a ship.



[image: Tim Hawkinson "Moebius Ship" 2006]

Jeanette Winterson

Let me penetrate you. I am the archaeologist of tombs. I would devote my life to marking your passageways,the entrances and exists of that impressive mausoleum your body.
How tight and secret are the funnels and wells Of youth and health.
A wriggling finger can hardly detect the start of an antechamber,
much less push through to the wide aqueous halls that hide womb, gut and brain.
In the old or ill, the nostrils flare,
the eye sockets make deep pools of request.
The mouth slackens,
the teeth fall from the first line of defence.
Even the ears enlarge like trumpets.
The body is making way for worms.

[Artwork is by Anish Kapoor, image courtesy of http://gaudionbowerbank.wordpress.com]

Giant Crystal Caves in Mexico:

Jack Kerouac Haikus:

The bottoms of my shoes
are clean
From walking in the rain.




The cow
taking a big dreamy crap,
Turning to look at me.




Memere says: "Planets are
far apart so people
Can't bother each other."




Train tunnel, too dark
for me to write: that
"Men are ignorant"




Giving an apple
to the mule, the big lips
Taking hold.




Take up a cup of water
from the ocean
And there I am.




Praying all the time -
talking
To myself.




Window rattling
in the wind
I'm a lousy lover.




Wish I were a rooster
and leave my sperm
On the sidewalk, shining!




Kneedeep, teeth
to the blizzard,
My cat gazing at me.

Florian Maier-Aichen