I just read a nice essay by BILL VIOLA in a book I got as a gift for subscribing to APERTURE.

I saw one of his films at LOUISIANA MUSEUM OF MODERN ART last year and have seen lots of work inspired by him (or at least similar to his) such as this one:



Anyway, he included a nice little thought by Rilke that I likied:

For the memories themselves are not important.
Only when they have changed into our very blood,
into glance and gesture, and are nameless, no
longer to be distinguished from ourselves - only
then can it happen that in some very rare hour
the first word of a poem arises in their midst and
goes forth from them.

Labels: BOOKS MOVIES AND OTHER CULTURALISTICALITIES, THINGS I WISH I'D DONE

POSTED BY GRAYDON AT 7/16/2007 -

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