last night, as i lay on a floor just as still as i could be, for a life drawing class
i used that 20 minutes for a sneaky read of one of my favourite theorists - 'woman reading' was the pose (well, okay, knowing my aesthetic, it was probably closer to '1940s vamp reading, with knife-in-stocking detail')
there was a moment in the reading when i came to a passage that made me want to suddenly interrupt the life drawing process, and read it out loudi used that 20 minutes for a sneaky read of one of my favourite theorists - 'woman reading' was the pose (well, okay, knowing my aesthetic, it was probably closer to '1940s vamp reading, with knife-in-stocking detail')
not for the benefit of others, but simply to hear the words sound out
to roll off the tongue, and echo across the space
these were they:
- Alphonso Lingis, Abuses
they asked me back.
they asked me back.
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