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Europa: Colonialismo científico

La nueva entrega de 007 "Quantum of Solance" rodada en el norte de Chile y el Observatorio Paranal gestionado por la European South Observatory.
El espía inglés, proyección por mantener, aunque sea sólo en el imaginario mundial el imperio de la Commonwealth, se encontró como pez en el agua en el desierto de Atacama.
El entorno del oasis científico del Observatorio Paranal ofrece todos los complementos que necesita.
En el otro lado, el observatorio se encuentra cómodamente representado con la estética pseudocientífica y con banda-sonora-efecto-pegamento. O ¿quizás lo entienden como una forma de divulgación científica?

Constellations Series

Constellation nº5
El viaje del argonauta

Collage elements: 1. family archive picture: o.m. and future car
2.still from Fritz Lang's film Frau im Mond
3. chilean postcard of a mummy
Berlin 08

Constellations Series

Constellation nº4
Phases of the Moon

Collage elements: 1. drawing: phases of the moon,
2.astronaut,
3-4.stills from Fritz Lang's film Frau im Mond
5.family archive picture: explosion in chuquicamata copper mine
Berlin 08

Constellation Series

Constellation nº3
Psychogeographic Cartography

Collage elements: 1.family archive picture: O.M. in atacama, 2. school map:mining industry in S.A.,
3. sallite view: chuquicamata copper mine
Berlin 08

Constellations Series

Constellation nº2
Orthopedics

Collage elements: 1. satellite view of north of chile,
2. mistake print selfportrait with lens 3. family picture,
4. still from Fritz Lang's film Frau im Mond
Berlin 08

Florian Nelle: Telescopes, and the Instrumental Revelation of New Worlds

"As is indicated here, the purpose of instruments in the seventeenth century is more than finding facts and truths. Yet they certainly do fulfill this purpose. They are inquisitorial instruments, as they, in Hooke's words, force nature "to confess, either directly or indirectly, the Truth of what we inquire." Furthermore, they nurture hopes for the profitability of imperialism and colonialism. Hooke proudly emphasizes the way the Royal Society is financially supported by pragmatic businessman. In this context, it should be mentioned that Bacon was also concerned with contemporary colonial projects. In 1597, he wrote the short memorandum Of Plantations, and in 1609 contributed to an expedition which ended up stranded in the Bermudas. (In his turn, William Shakespeare was inspired to take up the issue of colonization in The Tempest.) Finding a method to determine longitude, one of the main tasks of the Royal Society, was considered essential for maintaining England's naval supremacy.”

..."Thus, everyday things can become the stage for instrumentally sharpened curiosity. It is definitely possible to call this the poetics of the instrument, especially as this experimental art of observation is so strikingly close to the mannerist program. At the same time, the telescope and other optical glasses become the central emblem of mannerist program. In Emanuelo Tesauro’s work, Galileo’s a discovery of sunspots thus becomes an allegory for a surprising twist, thanks to the clever poet’s acutezza. Like a telescope, the metaphor’s role in mannerist poetry is to connect remote points with each other. By bringing together seemingly disparate points it creates surprising insights. Thus the instrument becomes an essential device for the production of wonders. It presents nature as an astonishing stage for a mysterious world, which –and this is actually the point- has to be penetrated by means of instruments.“

...“Instruments create aesthetic effects of wonder and reveal new worlds. They offer orientation in the chaos they cause, and yet they mostly refer to themselves. All of this is true for the theatre as well, which at the turn of the seventeenth century becomes the prime instrument of cultural politics. Scientific instruments promise to create artificial paradises. Yet it is the theatre of machines that constructs these new and better worlds in an exemplary way.”

Telescopes, Theater and the Instrumental Revelation of New Worlds

Florian Nelle:
"Instruments have a double function in the seventeenth century. They are a source of wonder and at the same time are intended to aid orientation in the new reality that they reveal. This applies to scientific instruments such as the telescope and microscope, which reveal a new nature. It applies to poetic instruments like the mannerist metaphor, which is meant to open up a new form of intellectual experience. However, it applies especially to instruments of political culture, which reveal new forms of society. In particular, this includes the theater of machines, which not only visualizes the transformation of literary myths into the world of the absolutist state, but also performs it on stage. Thus, an instrument for the manifest astaging of anew world is established beyond the mere visuality of writings and pictures. This accessible utopia can become the scene for satgings of faith, power and science."

[Instruments in Art and Science. On the Architectonics of Cultural Bounderies in the 17th Century. Volume 2. Edited by Helmar Schamm, Ludger Schwarte, Jan Lazardzig. Walter de Gruyter, Berlin. NY, 2008]
[Image: Alma Project, Chjanantor, Chile. Connie Mendoza, 2007]

¿Cómo acontece el espaciar?

EL ARTE Y EL ESPACIO, Martin Heidegger
Revista Eco. Bogota, Colombia. Tomo 122, Junio 1970, pp. 113-120. Traducción De Tulia De Dross

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¿Cómo encontrar la mismidad del espacio?

Espaciar es, en sí, la liberación de sitios, donde los destinos del hombre existente se proyectan con el bien de una nación, o en la desdicha del exilio, o frente a la indiferencia de ambos.

Espaciar es dar curso a los sitios, en los que un dios aparece; sitios de donde los dioses han huído, sitios en donde se retarda la aparición de la divinidad.
El espaciar origina el situar que prepara a su vez el habitar.

Los espacios profanos son siempre la privación de antiguos espacios sagrados.

Espaciar es la liberación de sitios.

En el espaciar se manifiesta y se encierra un acontecer. Carácter éste del espaciar fácilmente desatendido. Y cuando es percibido, aún es difícil determinarlo, ante todo porque el espacio físico-técnico sigue siendo el espacio al cual toda denotación sobre lo espacial debe primeramente referirse.

¿Cómo acontece el espaciar? ¿No es acaso un situar en relación, considerado en su doble modo del conceder y disponer?

Una vez el situar admite algo acorde. Se deja actuar la apertura, que entre otras admite la aparición de las cosas a las cuales se ve dirigida el habitar humano.

Además, este situar de las cosas les permite la posibilidad de pertenecerse co-relativamente en su dirección y cada una desde dentro y a partir de sí.

En el doble despliegue de este situar acaece el divisar de sitios. El carácter de este acontecer es el arrebatamiento. Pero, ¿qué es el sitio, si su mismidad debe determinarse en su dirección liberadora? El sitio abre cada vez un paraje, encontrándose en éste las cosas, en co-pertenencia.

En el sitio se juega el encuentro, en el sentido de esconder y dejar las cosas liberadas de su paraje.

¿Y el paraje-, La más antigua forma de la palabra es gegnet .

Denomina la libre vastedad. Por ella se capta lo abierto, cada cosa en su apertura y en su expandirse desde el estado de reposo que tan sólo a ella le pertenece.

Y significa al mismo tiempo: custodiar el encuentro de las cosas en su co-pertenencia.

Urge la pregunta: ¿serán los sitios primero y sólo el resultado, la consecuencia del situar? ¿O recibe el situar su mismidad a partir de la acción de los sitios encontrados? Si eso fuera exacto, tendríamos que buscar la mismidad del espaciar en la fundamentación de sitios, y considerar al sitio como la correlación de sitios.

Tendríamos que atender entonces en qué forma y cómo este juego de co-relación recibe a partir de la libre vastedad del paraje la remisión de la co-pertenencia de las cosas.

Tendríamos que aprender a reconocer que las cosas son ellas mismas los sitios y no pertenecientes a un solo sitio.

En este caso estaríamos obligados a aceptar por largo tiempo un insólito hecho: el sitio no se halla en el interior de un espacio ya dado, según el modo de espacio físico-técnico. Este sólo se despliega desde el encuentro de los sitios de un paraje.

El juego co-relacionado de arte y espacio habría que reflexionarlo a partir de la experiencia del sitio y del paraje.

El arte como plástica: la no posesión del espacio. La plástica no sería una pugna con el espacio.

La plástica sería la corporeización de sitios, que en la apertura de un paraje que lo encierra, condiciona una liberación en su encuentro, permitiendo la presencia de las cosas en ese instante, y el habitar del hombre en medio de las cosas.

Y si es así, ¿que será del volumen de las configuraciones plásticas que corporeízan un sitio? Probablemente ya los espacios no se limitarán oponiéndose, allí donde se ciñe un Dentro opuesto a un Fuera. Lo significado por la palabra volumen debería perder su nombre -significado este tan antiguo como la moderna técnica de la ciencia natural.

Innominados por de pronto quedarían los caracteres de la corporeización plástica, que buscan y constituyen los sitios.

¿Qué devendría del vacío del espacio? El vacío aparece a menudo tan sólo como una carencia. El vacío sería entonces como la carencia por colmar espacios huecos e intra-mundanos. Sin duda el vacío está relacionado justamente con las peculiaridades del sitio y por eso no es una carencia sino una creación.
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DARWIN' WIN

What Mr. Darwin saw?


















[image: PROTOTIPO FUEGUINO]

Astromädchen playing on the Moon

[Image: Valle de la Luna, Desierto de Atacama, Chile. Connie Mendoza 2007.]

Astromädchen goes to the Moon by bicycle

[Image: Valle de la Luna, Desierto de Atacama, Chile. Connie Mendoza 2007.]

Desert Memories: Alemania? Chuquicamata?

Somewhere in the Desierto de Atacama, Ariel Dorfman
"I am standing in the middle of what used to be Oficina Alemania, a nitrate town where thousands of workers toiled at hammering caliche and pulverizing it and boiling it until it released its treasure of white gold, I am standing where millions of tons were lifted onto carts pulled by mules and then onto trains and finally carried year after year over to the port of Taltal so the fields of Europe could bloom with sugar beet and grains and vegetables, I am standing in front of a small monolith with the statue of a human figure on top representing the pampino who harvested this desert as if it were a field of green and not a crust of hard granite rock, I am standing in the middle—or is it to the side?—of Oficina Alemania in the driest desert in the world and I turn and look around and I see … nothing. Not even the husk of an abandoned shack, not the hint of a silhouette of a ruin, not a photo op, nothing.

Just the horizon stretching into emptiness. And the garbage. Left by travelers who stop, gawk, unwrap their candy bar, take a bite, and hurry along on their way.

An ice-cream wrapper, a broken beer bottle, some crumpled toilet paper clinging to a piece of flint, that is what I see in Oficina Alemania. Even the name that persists, a misnomer.
The first hubs of human activity erected to exploit nitrate, when they made their appearance in 1810, the year that most of Latin America proclaimed its independence, were originally called oficinas de compra, because they acquired (compraban) the slag brought in by independent workers. But they were transitory structures that hastily moved on as soon as the surrounding fields were exhausted, whereas Oficina Alemania, like so many similar nitrate towns, was a bustling permanent community with all the amenities of a small city.

Supposedly permanent.

Now less than a ghost town. Where are the streets first traced in 1905, the residences with their tin roofs of calamina, the company store sprawling over a whole block, the grand theater where the residents used to line up to watch Greta Garbo and Tallulah Bankhead and Pedro Armendáriz while a woman tinkled away on a piano to accompany the silent celluloid?

I remember Tom Dillehay’s experiment in Monte Verde, his curanto picnic that had left no sign of its existence three years later. It has been over thirty years that this oficina—in fact, since it closed in 1970—has not had a soul sleeping or awakening here. What can possibly be left of the other nitrate production centers, hundreds of them, that ceased all activity many years before Alemania? How can not even the foundations of a building be left behind?"

[Image: Estadio Anaconda, Chuquicamata, Chile. Connie Mendoza, 2007]

Helmets & Keywords

Recherche Désert: Not I. Samuel Beckett

Note:
Movement: this consists in simple sideways raising of arms from sides and their falling back, in a gesture of helpless compassion. It lessens with each recurrence till scarcely perceptible at third. There is just enough pause to contain it as MOUTH recovers from vehement refusal to relinquish third person.

Stage in darkness but for MOUTH, upstage audience right, about 8 feet above stage level, faintly lit from close-up and below, rest of face in shadow. Invisible microphone.
AUDITOR, downstage audience left, tall standing figure, sex undeterminable, enveloped from head to foot in loose black djellaba, with hood, fully faintly lit, standing on invisible podium about 4 feet high shown by attitude alone to be facing diagonally across stage intent on MOUTH, dead still throughout but for four brief movements where indicated. See Note.
As house lights down MOUTH`S voice unintelligible behind curtain. House lights out. Voice continues unintelligible behind curtain, l0 seconds. With rise of curtain ad-libbing from text as required leading when curtain fully up and attention sufficient into:

MOUTH: . . . . out . . . into this world . . . this world . . . tiny little thing . . . before its time . . . in a godfor– . . . what? . . girl? . . yes . . . tiny little girl . . . into this . . . out into this . . . before her time . . . godforsaken hole called . . . called . . . no matter . . . parents unknown . . . unheard of . . . he having vanished . . . thin air . . . no sooner buttoned up his breeches . . . she similarly . . . eight months later . . . almost to the tick . . . so no love . . . spared that . . . no love such as normally vented on the . . . speechless infant . . . in the home . . . no . . . nor indeed for that matter any of any kind . . . no love of any kind . . . at any subsequent stage . . . so typical affair . . . nothing of any note till coming up to sixty when– . . . what? . . seventy?. . good God! . . coming up to seventy . . . wandering in a field . . . looking aimlessly for cowslips . . . to make a ball . . . a few steps then stop . . . stare into space . . . then on . . . a few more . . . stop and stare again . . . so on . . . drifting around . . . when suddenly . . . gradually . . . all went out . . . all that early April morning light . . . and she found herself in the--– . . . what? . . who? . . no! . . she! . . [Pause and movement 1.] . . . found herself in the dark . . . and if not exactly . . . insentient . . . insentient . . . for she could still hear the buzzing . . . so-called . . . in the ears . . . and a ray of light came and went . . . came and went . . . such as the moon might cast . . . drifting . . . in and out of cloud . . . but so dulled . . . feeling . . . feeling so dulled . . . she did not know . . . what position she was in . . . imagine! . . what position she was in! . . whether standing . . . or sitting . . . but the brain– . . . what?. . kneeling? . . yes . . . whether standing . . . or sitting . . . or kneeling . . . but the brain– . . . what? . . lying? . . yes . . whether standing . . . or sitting . . . or kneeling . . . or lying . . . but the brain still . . . still . . . in a way . . . for her first thought was . . . oh long after . . . sudden flash . . . brought up as she had been to believe . . . with the other waifs . . . in a merciful . . . [Brief laugh.] . . . God . . . [Good laugh.] . . . first thought was . . . oh long after . . . sudden flash . . . she was being punished . . . for her sins . . . a number of which then . . . further proof if proof were needed . . . flashed through her mind . . . one after another . . . then dismissed as foolish . . . oh long after . . . this thought dismissed . . . as she suddenly realized . . . gradually realized . . . she was not suffering . . . imagine! . . not suffering! . . indeed could not remember . . . off-hand . . . when she had suffered less . . . unless of course she was . . . meant to be suffering . . . ha! . . thought to be suffering . . . just as the odd time . . . in her life . . . when clearly intended to be having pleasure . . . she was in fact . . . having none . . . not the slightest . . . in which case of course . . . that notion of punishment . . . for some sin or other . . . or for the lot . . . or no particular reason . . . for its own sake . . . thing she understood perfectly . . . that notion of punishment . . . which had first occurred to her . . . brought up as she had been to believe . . . with the other waifs . . . in a merciful . . . [Brief laugh.] . . . God . . . [Good laugh.] . . . first occurred to her . . . then dismissed . . . as foolish . . . was perhaps not so foolish . . . after all . . . so on . . . all that . . . vain reasonings . . . till another thought . . . oh long after . . . sudden flash . . . . . very foolish really but– . . . what? . . the buzzing? . . yes . . . all the time buzzing . . . so-called . . . in the ears . . . though of course actually . . . not in the ears at all . . . in the skull . . . dull roar in the skull . . . and all the time this ray or beam . . . like moonbeam . . . but probably not . . . certainly not . . . always the same spot . . . now bright . . . now shrouded . . . but always the same spot . . . as no moon could . . . no . . . no moon . . . just all part of the same wish to . . . torment . . . though actually in point of fact . . . not in the least . . . not a twinge . . . so far . . . ha! . . so far . . . this other thought then . . . oh long after . . . sudden flash . . . very foolish really but so like her . . . in a way . . . that she might do well to . . . groan . . . on and off . . . writhe she could not . . . as if in actual agony . . . but could not . . . could not bring herself . . . some flaw in her make-up . . . incapable of deceit . . . or the machine . . . more likely the machine . . . so disconnected . . . never got the message . . . or powerless to respond . . . like numbed . . . couldn't make the sound . . . not any sound . . . no sound of any kind . . . no screaming for help for example . . . should she feel so inclined . . . scream . . . [Screams.] . . . then listen . . . [Silence.] . . . scream again . . . [Screams again.] . . . then listen again . . . [Silence.] . . . no . . . spared that . . . all silent as the grave . . . no part–. . . what? . . the buzzing? . . yes . . . all silent but for the buzzing . . . so-called . . . no part of her moving . . . that she could feel . . . just the eyelids . . . presumably . . . on and off . . . shut out the light . . . reflex they call it . . . no feeling of any kind . . . but the lids . . . even best of times . . . who feels them? . . opening . . . shutting . . . all that moisture . . .but the brain still . . . still sufficiently . . . oh very much so! . . at this stage . . . in control . . . under control . . . to question even this . . . for on that April morning . . . so it reasoned . . . that April morning . . . she fixing with her eye . . . a distant bell . . . as she hastened towards it . . . fixing it with her eye . . . lest it elude her . . . had not all gone out . . . all that light . . . of itself . . . without any . . . any. . . on her part . . . so on . . . so on it reasoned . . . vain questionings . . . and all dead still . . . sweet silent as the grave . . . when suddenly . . . gradually . . . she realiz–. . . what? . . the buzzing? . . yes . . . all dead still but for the buzzing . . . when suddenly she realized . . . words were– . . . what? . . who?. . no! . . she! . . [Pause and movement 2.] . . . realized . . . words were coming . . . imagine! . . . words were coming . . . a voice she did not recognize at first so long since it had sounded . . . then finally had to admit . . . could be none other . . . than her own . . . certain vowel sounds . . . she had never heard . . . elsewhere . . . so that people would stare . . . the rare occasions . . . once or twice a year . . . always winter some strange reason . . . stare at her uncom-prehending . . . and now this stream . . . steady stream . . . she who had never . . . on the contrary . . . practically speechless . . . all her days . . . how she survived! . . even shopping . . . out shopping . . . busy shopping centre . . . supermart . . . just hand in the list . . . with the bag . . . old black shopping bag . . . then stand there waiting . . . any length of time . . . middle of the throng . . . motionless . . . staring into space . . . mouth half open as usual . . . till it
was back in her hand . . . the bag back in her hand . . . then pay and go . . . not as much as good-bye . . . how she survived! . . and now this stream . . . not catching the half of it . . . not the quarter . . . no idea . . . what she was saying . . . imagine! . . no idea what she was saying! . . till she began trying to . . . delude herself . . . it was not hers at all . . . not her voice at all . . . and no doubt would have . . . vital she should . . . was on the point . . . after long efforts . . . when suddenly she felt . . . gradually she felt . . . her lips moving . . . imagine! . . her lips moving! . . as of course till then she had not . . . and not alone the lips . . . the cheeks . . . the jaws . . . the whole face . . . all those– . . what?. . the tongue? . . yes . . . the tongue in the mouth . . . all those contortions without which . . . no speech possible . . . and yet in the ordinary way . . . not felt at all . . . so intent one is . . . on what one is saying . . . the whole being . . . hanging on its words . . . so that not only she had . . . had she . . . not only had she . . . to give up . . . admit hers alone . . . her voice alone . . . but this other awful thought . . . oh long after . . . sudden flash . . . even more awful if possible . . . that feeling was coming back . . . imagine! . . feeling coming back! . . starting at the top . . . then working down . . . the whole machine . . . but no . . . spared that . . . the mouth alone . . . so far . . . ha! . . so far . . . then thinking . . . oh long after . . . sudden flash . . . it can't go on . . . all this . . . all that . . . steady stream . . . straining to hear . . . make some-thing of it . . . and her own thoughts . . . make something of them . . . all– . . . what? . . the buzzing? . . yes . . . all the time the buzzing . . . so-called . . . all that together . . . imagine! . . whole body like gone . . . just the mouth . . . lips . . . cheeks . . . jaws . . . never– . . . what?. . tongue? . . yes . . . lips. . . cheeks . . . jaws . . . tongue . . . never still a second . . . mouth on fire . . . stream of words . . . in her ear . . . practically in her ear . . . not catching the half . . . not the quarter . . . no idea what she's saying . . . imagine! . . no idea what she's saying! . . and can't stop . . . no stopping it . . . she who but a moment before . . . but a moment! . . could not make a sound . . . no sound of any kind . . . now can't stop . . . imagine! . . can't stop the stream . . . and the whole brain begging . . . something begging in the brain . . . begging the mouth to stop . . . pause a moment . . . if only for a moment . . . and no response . . . as if it hadn’t heard . . . or couldn’t . . . couldn't pause a second . . . like maddened . . . all that together . . . straining to hear . . . piece it together . . . and the brain . . . raving away on its own . . . trying to make sense of it . . . or make it stop . . . or in the past . . . dragging up the past . . . flashes from all over . . . walks mostly . . . walking all her days . . . day after day . . . a few steps then stop . . . stare into space . . . then on . . . a few more . . . stop and stare again . . . so on . . . drifting around . . . day after day . . . or that time she cried . . . the one time she could remember . . . since she was a baby . . . must have cried as a baby . . . perhaps not . . . not essential to life . . . just the birth cry to get her going . . . breathing . . . then no more till this . . . old hag already . . . sitting staring at her hand . . . where was it? . . Croker's Acres . . . one evening on the way home . . . home! . . a little mound in Croker's Acres . . . dusk . . . sitting staring at her hand . . . there in her lap . . . palm upward . . . suddenly saw it wet . . . the palm . . . tears presumably . . . hers presumably . . . no one else for miles . . . no sound . . . just the tears . . . sat and watched them dry . . . all over in a second . . . or grabbing at straw . . . the brain . . . flickering away on its own . . . quick grab and on. . . nothing there . . . on to the next . . . bad as the voice . . . worse . . . as little sense . . . all that together . . . can't– . . . what? . . the buzzing? . . yes . . . all the time the buzzing . . . dull roar like falls . . . and the beam . . . flickering on and off . . . starting to move around . . . like moonbeam but not . . . all part of the same . . . keep an eye on that too . . . corner of the eye . . . all that together . . . can't go on . . . God is love . . . she'll be purged . . . back in the field . . . morning sun . . . April . . . sink face down in the grass . . . nothing but the larks . . . so on . . . grabbing at the straw . . . straining to hear . . . the odd word . . . make some sense of it . . . whole body like gone . . . just the mouth . . . like maddened . . . and can't stop . . . no stopping it . . . something she– . . . something she had to– . . . what? . . who? . . no! . . she! . . [Pause and movement 3.] . . . something she had to–. . . what? . . the buzzing? . . yes . . . all the time the buzzing . . . dull roar . . . in the skull . . . and the beam . . . ferreting around . . . painless . . . so far . . . ha! . . so far . . . then thinking . . . oh long after . . . sudden flash . . . perhaps something she had to . . . had to . . . tell . . . could that be it? . . something she had to . . . tell . . . tiny little thing . . . before its time . . . godforsaken hole . . . no love . . . spared that . . . speechless all her days . . . practically speechless . . . how she survived! . . that time in court . . . what had she to say for herself . . . guilty or not guilty . . . stand up woman . . . speak up woman . . . stood there staring into space . . . mouth half open as usual . . . waiting to be led away . . . glad of the hand on her arm . . . now this . . . some-thing she had to tell . . . could that be it? . . something that would tell . . . how it was . . . how she– . . . what? . . had been? . . yes . . . something that would tell how it had been . . . how she had lived . . . lived on and on . . . guilty or not . . . on and on . . . to be sixty . . . something she– . . . what? . . seventy? . . good God! . . on and on to be seventy . . . something she didn't know herself . . . wouldn't know if she heard . . . then forgiven . . . God is love . . . tender mercies . . . new every morning . . . back in the field . . . April morning . . . face in the grass . . . nothing but the larks . . . pick it up there . . . get on with it from there . . . another few– . . . what? . . not that? . . nothing to do with that? . . nothing she could tell? . . all right . . . nothing she could tell . . . try something else . . . think of something else . . . oh long after . . . sudden flash . . . not that either . . . all right . . . something else again . . . so on . . . hit on it in the end . . . think everything keep on long enough . . . then forgiven . . . back in the– . . . what? . . not that either? . . nothing to do with that either? . . nothing she could think? . . all right . . . nothing she could tell . . . nothing she could think . . . nothing she– . . what? . . who? . . no! . . she! . . [Pause and movement 4.] . . . tiny little thing . . . out before its time . . . godforsaken hole . . . no love . . . spared that . . . speechless all her days . . . practically speechless . . . even to herself . . . never out loud . . . but not completely . . . sometimes sudden urge . . . once or twice a year . . . always winter some strange reason . . . the long evenings . . . hours of darkness . . . sudden urge to . . . tell . . . then rush out stop the first she saw . . . nearest lavatory . . . start pouring it out . . . steady stream . . . mad stuff . . . half the vowels wrong . . . no one could follow . . . till she saw the stare she was getting . . . then die of shame . . . crawl back in . . . once or twice a year . . . always winter some strange reason . . . long hours of darkness . . . now this . . . this . . . quicker and quicker . . . the words . . . the brain . . . flickering away like mad . . . quick grab and on . . . nothing there . . . on somewhere else . . . try somewhere else . . . all the time something begging . . . something in her begging . . . begging it all to stop . . . unanswered . . . prayer unanswered . . . or unheard . . . too faint . . . so on . . . keep on . . . trying . . . not knowing what . . . what she was trying . . . what to try . . . whole body like gone . . . just the mouth . . . like maddened . . . so on . . . keep– . . . what? . . the buzzing? . . yes . . . all the time the buzzing . . . dull roar like falls . . . in the skull . . . and the beam . . . poking around . . . painless . . . so far . . . ha! . . so far . . . all that . . . keep on . . . not knowing what . . . what she was– . . . what? . . who? . . no! . . she! . . SHE! . . [Pause.] . . . what she was trying . . . what to try . . . no matter . . . keep on . . . [Curtain starts down.] . . . hit on it in the end . . . then back . . . God is love . . . tender mercies . . . new every morning . . . back in the field . . . April morning . . . face in the grass . . . nothing but the larks . . . pick it up–

[Curtain fully down. House dark. Voice continues behind curtain, unintelligible, 10 seconds, ceases as house lights up.]

Recherche Désert: Serie

Con esta introducción se inicia una serie de fotos del desierto de Atacama.

SERIE: "la imagen moderna instaura el reino de los inconmensurables o de los irracionales: es decir, que el corte ya no forma parte de una imagen o de la otra, de ninguna de las secuencias que él separa y reparte. Sólo con esta condición la sucesión o secuencia pasa a ser una serie // el intervalo se libera, el intersticio se hace irreductible y vale por sí mismo// por reencadenamiento hay que entender...un modo de encadenamiento original y específico, o más bien un enlace específico entre imágenes desencadenadas. // El cerebro ha perdido sus coordenadas euclidianas y emite ahora otros signos. Los noosignos de la imagen-tiempo directa son el corte irracional entre imágenes no encadenadas (pero siempre reencadenadas), y el contacto absoluto de un afuera y un adentro no totalizables, asimétricos."
La imagen-tiempo. Gilles Deleuze. Paidós Comunicación


[Imagen: Chajnantor, Chile. Connie Mendoza, 2007]

Extreme Visual Prosthesis

[Video: Deep Impact, NASA]
"Deep Impact made history when the mission team directed an impactor from the spacecraft into comet Tempel 1 on July 4, 2005. NASA recently extended the mission, redirecting the spacecraft for a flyby of comet Hartley 2 on Nov. 4, 2010."

El proyectil que chocó contra el cometa estaba hecho de cobre, material fácil de identificar, por lo que no interferiría la identificación de la composición del cuerpo celeste. Para la construcción de este proyectil, Codelco Chile donó más de 300 kilos de cobre blister de la máxima pureza posible de obtener. Sin embargo, la ley chilena impide que la minera estatal entregue donaciones, por lo cual, los 300 kilos fueron vendidos por la suma simbólica de un dólar.

Recherche Désert 3

"TEOREMA" , 1968 Pier Paolo Pasolini

Recherche Désert 1

DEMOSTRACIONES GEOMÉTRICAS

La matemática del horizonte
El pensamiento en la imagen
El teorema y el problema
Teorema: Las relaciones interiores
Problema: El factor externo
La elipse, la hipérbole, la parábola
Horizonte cerrado igual a hueco
Lo externo del problema igual
al pienso interno.
Total Desierto.


[Imagen: Valle de la Luna. Connie Mendoza. 2007]