‘It doesn’t matter, it’s the flickering that gives the excitement. Being is not a steady state but an occulting one: we are all of us a succession of stillnesses blurring into motion with the revolving of the wheel of action, and it is in those spaces of black between the pictures that we experience the heart of the mystery in which we are never allowed to rest. The flickering of a film interrupts the intolerable continuity of apparent world; subliminally it gives us those in-between spaces of black that we crave. The eye is hungry for this; eagerly it collaborates with the unwinding strip of celluloid that shows it twenty-four pictures per second, making real by an act of retinal retention the here-and-gone, the continual disappearing in which the lovers kiss, the shots are fired, the horses gallop, rrks?’
from The Medusa Frequency, p 87
Louis is a student in Roland Clare's English class. Of the Cabot Tower, Roland notes that "its top, visible from my office, flashes out something in Morse at night that I've never decoded - probably NNVSNU TSRUNGH or something similar..."
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.