...writing

In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself: ‘Must I write?’ 

-Ranier Maria Rilke

from experimental archives series

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...love...

It is... good to love: because love is difficult. For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been entrusted to us, the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation... Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with another person... it is a high inducement for the individual to ripen, to become something in himself for the sake of another person; it is a great, demanding claim on him, something that chooses him and calls him to vast distances

-ranier maria rilke

poem loom: part 1

This is a prototype for a piece I'm working on at school in my project design studio. Some details here.

quilt scraps

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Elizabeth Travelslight
2007

Pieces of Thesis

glittering charms

"Despite all efforts to tame it, manage it, control it, outsmart it, language resists your best efforts; language is still a bunch of sturdy, glittering charms in the astonished hand.

A utopia of possibility. A utopia of choice.

And I am huddled around the fire of the alphabet, still."

- Carole Maso, Rupture, Verge, and Precipice
Precipice, Verge, Hurt Not

artifacts mere

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from mere life in an unexpected manner, p. 17
Elizabeth Travelslight
2007

xvii is quoted from the lectures of Jean-Luc Nancy

Cixous! Cixous! Cixous!

Writing: as if I had the urge to go on enjoying, to feel full, to push, to feel the force of my muscles, and my harmony, to be pregnant and at the same time to give myself the joys of parturition, the joys of both the mother and the child. To give birth to myself and to nurse myself, too. Life summons life. Pleasure seeks renewal.

-Hélène Cixous