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The Dissolution website
I have been working on this project. It’s made many a dreary night, It is called the dissolution. It’s a collaboration between me and Prizme. I have mentioned before that my relationship with film making is tepid, but it’s getting easier. We have just launched the site for the project.
I should also mention what it is, it is essentially a CD of music by Prizme, and film by me set to music by Prizme and a book of my photography from this project.
Please let me know what you think.
Posted by ELLEN JANE ROGERS at 6/29/2010
I am troubled by the Idea of our souls knowing more than us
Like a ghost in the machine.
The dead lay around here, here where I sit now
I can see her as though she might be sitting there still.
Catatonic, like when I saw her last.
Finger nails turning black and yellow eyes falling into the pillow.
Now, my eyes see only that, in black foam and needle blood.
Giving health to the fever-stricken ghost.
I finished reading ‘house of leaves’ whilst my mother was dying only to discover that the book itself was a reaction to the author’s Father dying of the same thing.
This book really struck a chord, I can see many a shape and character unfold in both my life and Navidson’s not least the parts about him being a photographer.
The various narrators moods flux and influx when speaking free minds to you, when you (like them) try to make sense of a seemingly impossible new environment. This warp of a psyche I can relate to, some days I can feel it bend and contort beyond any shadow of recognition.
I struggle to see this book as anything other than a book about love and death and a coming to terms with them both. Two agonizing beauties I have come to know well.
Mark Z. Danielewski, I declare with Lips too cold to pray and too dry to sing that these images are for you and our amorous sleepers, now let them sleep in unimagined bliss for death cannot touch the secrets of their souls.
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