WISH TO BE A RED INDIAN
"If one were only an Indian, instantly alert, and on a racing horse, leaning against the wind, kept on quivering jerkily over the quivering ground, until one shed one's spurs, for there needed no spurs, threw away the reins, for there needed no reins, and hardly saw that the land before one was smoothly shorn heath when horse's neck and head would be already gone."
F Kafka
"If one were only an Indian, instantly alert, and on a racing horse, leaning against the wind, kept on quivering jerkily over the quivering ground, until one shed one's spurs, for there needed no spurs, threw away the reins, for there needed no reins, and hardly saw that the land before one was smoothly shorn heath when horse's neck and head would be already gone."
F Kafka
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" I like to pretend that the film can capture the internal sense of calm as an external chemical process. It's a glittering layer of mood-sensitive grain that is outside the visual spectrum"
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quivering jerkily over the quivering ground
ReplyDeletelike.
a lot.
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k
shed the spurs, lion (wo)man
ReplyDeleteyou've got your ground