Request for Sunshine...?

Shadow Boxing

Longer Strides....

A Feminist -Based Social Critique of Male Identity?

The Life of Art/Film

"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived."

Savoring the Twilight...

I

Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where
The willows meet.

There’s music along the river
For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Dark leaves on his hair.

All softly playing,
With head to the music bent,
And fingers straying
Upon an instrument.


II

The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
The lamp fills with a pale green glow
The trees of the avenue.

The old piano plays an air,
Sedate and slow and gay;
She bends upon the yellow keys,
Her head inclines this way.

Shy thought and grave wide eyes and hands
That wander as they list -- -
The twilight turns to darker blue
With lights of amethyst.


III

At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
Of harps playing unto Love to unclose
The pale gates of sunrise?

When all things repose, do you alone
Awake to hear the sweet harps play
To Love before him on his way,
And the night wind answering in antiphon
Till night is overgone?

Play on, invisible harps, unto Love,
Whose way in heaven is aglow
At that hour when soft lights come and go,
Soft sweet music in the air above
And in the earth below.

- James Joyce

from Wikipedia: Chamber Music (1907; referring, Joyce joked, to the sound of urine hitting the side of a chamber pot)

Sidney Nolan’s Portrait of James Joyce from the Wild Geese Series. “This is an age of introspection,” wrote The Irish Times in 1923, “and this author has, one would think, carried introspection to as far a limit as we can understand. But we can understand his writing for the simple reason that, unlike some other writers, he leaves out absolutely nothing

Obsessed

...with the fantasies stemming from jouissance by day.... and later dreams infused into my memory by Eros' arrows whilst I sleep. My new point de capiton.

Illusion of a Fixed Meaning

The point de capiton is thus the point in the signifying chain at which "the signifier stops the otherwise endless movement of the signification" and produces the necessary illusion of a fixed meaning.[5]

Diachronic and Synchronic Dimension

Since the signifying chain has both a diachronic and a synchronic dimension, so also does the point de capiton:

Diachronic Dimension
The elementary cell
The diachronic dimension of the point de capiton lies in the fact that communication is always a retroactive effect of punctuation. It is only when the sentence is completed that the sense of the first words is determined retroactively. This function is illustrated in the elementary cell of the graph of desire, in which the point de capiton is the leftmost point of intersection between the vector S - S' and the vector.

Synchronic Dimension

The synchronic aspect is metaphor, by which the signifier crosses the bar into the signified.

"The synchronic structure (of the point de capiton) is more hidden, and it is this structure that takes us to the source. It is metaphor."[6]

A veritable Image of Daedalus… or perhaps merely glimpses of a few birds in Icarus' flock.