From the book “Dreams of Chaos, Visions of Order: Understanding the American Avant-garde Cinema” by James Peterson:
In 1973, after the screening of three Frampton films, during which the audience were decidedly restless, a woman asked the filmmaker if he thought his films communicated to an audience. Frampton responded:
"If you mean, do I think I communicated to those in the audience who tramped indignantly out of my films, the answer is no, but I think there is a problem with your idea of communication. You seem to work on the assumption that you have this hole and I have this thing, and you want me to put my thing in your hole and that will be ‘communication’. My idea of communication is very different. It involves my trying to say something I think is important and into which I have put all my thought and substantial labor. Neccessarily, what I have to say will be difficult to apprehend, if it is original enough to be worth saying at all. That is my half of the communicative process. Yours must be to sensitize and educate yourself fully enough to be able to understand. It is only when two people - filmmaker and viewer in this case - can meet as equals that true communication can take place."
(Not that I completely agree with this, I’m suspicious of demanding the audience do their homework. At the same time I wish the audience would do their homework.)
“God made the illusion look real and He made the real look as if it didn’t exist. He covered the sea but revealed the foam. He concealed the wind but revealed the dust.
The world’s an old sorcerer, selling moonlight as silk for the gold and silver of your life. When you come to your senses you see there is no silk and all your gold and silver pieces are gone.
From this magic market you can only take refuge in the Truth.”—Rumi, quoted in Death: an Anthology of Ancient Texts, Songs, Prayers and Stories (via 1910-again)
'everything i say in front of somebody immediately launches into orbit around his navel-gazing, and his answer will be a reaction to that kind of gravitation. he doesn't see what i name, be it a poor smoked herring; he contemplates only the landscape of himself complemented by the new moon that…
“Would anyone agree to participate at all in this experiment….’experiment,’ fuck, even that seemed too gaudy a word in this case, because it was, really, the towering silliness I found so enabling, in a relative sense it made ground for deep surprise, & that oscillation often spins me in my writing until I end up vertiginously elsewhere. It felt delightful to be up to something so frivolous with friends, where solidarity was organized around an empty frame.”—Dana Ward, “The Squeakquel” (via elisabethworkman)
“If one wants to keep a promise, one must burn memory into the will, submit to – or submit oneself to – a reign of terror in the name of morality, administer pain to oneself in order to ensure one’s continuity and calculability through time. If I am to be moral and keep my promises, I will remember what I promised and remain the same ‘I’ who first uttered that promise, resisting any circumstances that might alter its continuity through time, never dozing when wakefulness is needed.”—Judith Butler (via spiritandteeth)