Deconstructing Time, 2nd Edition: Illustrated Essay-blogs About the Human … – Rick Doble – Google Books

The 2nd Edition of Deconstructing Time – essay-blogs about the human experience of time. We are immersed in time. We take time as a fact of life and think very little about its workings, yet we are at its mercy. In a sense time is all you have: on your gravestone will be your name and the date you were born and the date you died. What could we gain by obtaining a perspective, by standing a bit outside of time? Although the clock will still continue to tick, your relation to time will be changed. It is the modern human — i.e. Homo sapiens sapiens — sense of time that is the key difference between humans and the other animals. And further I believe that time, as we experience it, is created by our uniquely human brains and is critical to our sense of consciousness.

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Moving with the times | Tate

Moving with the times Eadweard Muybridge I David Campany 1 September 2010 Tate Etc. issue 20: Autumn 2010 Eadweard Muybridge Self-Portrait 1885 Albumen silver print 22 x 18 cm © The Archives of American Art The pioneering nineteenth-century Anglo-American photographer is best known for his images of animal and human subjects in motion, but was …

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DAM :: Essays :: Dietrich: Thought-Experiments 1987

“On one hand, the repercussions of digital simulations are an ever-increasing dematerialization of, among others, aesthetic activities and objects. On the other hand, they provide sensuously apprehendable simulations in situations where scientists previously felt compelled to check theories with thought-experiments because the instrumentarium used to conduct and measure physical experiments was inadequate to provide measurable data.”

 

Source: DAM :: Essays :: Dietrich: Thought-Experiments 1987

Bluebird animation based on Charles Bukowski’s poem –

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?