Thursday, December 18, 2008

i dreamt the devil blew my horn while i was holding a cat and a birdcage...

tintype devil 1880's

dreams.
on the rare occasion when our dreams succeed
and achieve perfection (most dreams are bungled)
they are symbolic chains of scenes and images
in place of a narrative poetic language;
they circumscribe our experiences or expectations
or situations with such poetic boldness and decisiveness
that in the morning we are always amazed at ourselves
when we remember our dreams.
we use up too much artistry in our dreams -
and therefore often are impoverished during the day.

text: nietzsche, the wanderer and his shadow
image: tintype, 1880's (my favorite of all that i own.)

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5 Comments:

Blogger Jeremy said...

Steve - that is one heck of a weird postcard/photograph. It defies all possibilities of a back story. Why the fake head, hat's the cat about and the cage?
And is that some sort of goat under the cage?
weird, with a capital we.
can see hy it's your favourite - thanks for posting it
j

2:38 AM  
Blogger ArtSparker said...

What an extraordinary image. Presumably he's at a crossroads.

8:50 AM  
Anonymous daniele said...

a birdcage ?
:-)

10:07 AM  
Blogger Jeremy said...

OK - it's not a goat, but a confluence of two light 'flowers' as eyes. a leaf or two as a sloping nose and mouth, and a long leaf for an ear - a demonic looking goat apparition perhaps.
jeremy

10:58 PM  
Blogger sroden said...

yes! a birdcage!!! ok jeremy, i think the devil has you hallucinating! keep your eyes away from the screen...

12:18 AM  

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