CALLUS - Materials

The Idiot, Dostoevsky

"What do I care about all this beauty, when every minute, every second, I must and am forced to know that even this tiny fly that is now buzzing near me in a ray of sunlight, even it participates in this banquet and chorus, knows its place, loves it, and is happy, while I alone am a castaway."

The Piano Teacher, Elfriede Jelinek

"They seem to delight in their mediocrity! Yet they dare to tackle Mozart, Schubert! They take up room: fat islands floating in the amniotic fluid of the notes. They imbibe temporarily, but do not understand what they are drinking. After all, people with a herd instinct hold mediocrity in high esteem. They praise it as having great value. They believe they are strong because they are the majority."

Agnes Martin

"I paint with my back to the world."

Every Man For Himself and God Against All, Werner Herzog

"I'd rather die than go to an analyst, because it's my view that something fundamentally wrong happens there. If you harshly light every corner of a house, the house will be uninhabitable. It's like that with your soul; if you light it up, shadows and darkness and all, people will become 'uninhabitable.' I am convinced that it's psychoanalysis — along with quite a few other mistakes — that has made the twentieth century so terrible."

Numbers 22:28

"And the LORD opened the mouth of the ass, and she said unto Balaam, what have I done unto thee, that thou hast smitten me these three times?"

The Lacanian Subject, Bruce Fink

"Real is without zones, subdivisions, localized highs and lows, or gaps and plentitudes: the real is a sort of unrent, undifferentiated fabric, woven in such a way as to be full everywhere, there being no space between the threads that are its 'stuff.' It is a sort of smooth, seamless surface or space which applies as much to a child's body as to the whole universe."

Reading Seminar XI, Colette Soler

"What then is the destiny of this subject of the signifier? Their destiny is vacillation between petrification and indeterminacy, petrification by the signifier and indeterminacy within the slippage of meaning."

Bachelorette, Björk

"I'm a fountain of blood / In the shape of a girl / You're the bird on the brim / Hypnotised by the whirl / Drink me, make me feel real / Wet your beak in the stream"