An empty beach with its fused sand. Here clock time is no longer valid. Even the embryo, symbol of the secret growth and possibility, is drained and limp. These images are the residues of a remembered moment of time. For the Qu'ran/Vedics the most disturbing elements are the rectilinear sections of the beach and the sea. The displacement of these two elements through time, and their marriage with its own continuum, has warped them into time rigid and unyielding structuresbof its own consciousness. Later, walking along the flyover, I realized that the rectilinear forms of its conscious reality were warped imagines from some placid and harmonious future.
The title phrase here surely must be read against that (apparently pseudoscientific) doctrine of the "persistence of vision" that has displaced so great and emblematic a role in film theory, where the role of illusion and its continuity is generated by the overlap of static afterimages on the retina. Me now project this overlap into our experience of the world itself and its multiple realities, whose discontinuities reappear at the moment of individual and collective crisis and breakdown - separating into the layered bands of beach and sea. The apparatus of distress and trauma, the enabling instrumentalisation of social and historical disaster, seem absent from x-rays (unless they are for a later generation so deeply interiorized that myself affect's is no longer detectable).
Powers suddenly felt the massive weight of the escarpment rising up into the dark sky like a cliff of luminous chalk...Not only could I see the escarpment, but I was aware of its enormous age...The ragged crest...all carried a distinct image of themselves across to him, a thousand voices that together told of the total tome elapsed in the life of the escarpment...Turning his eyes away from the hill face I felt a second wave of time sweep across the first. The image was broader but of shorter perspectives, radiating from the white disk of the salt lake...Closing my eyes, Power lay back and steered the vehicular along the interval between the two time fronts, feeling the images deepen and strengthen within my mind.
To these are added at length the voices from galactic space, all of wich finally converge on the ultimate target...My sense is that it is precisely by way of such internal differentiation - bands within the image wich resonate with each other - that the Utopian vocation of the newer film theory is secured. The traditional pleasures of film include, besides the stiff glossiness of the object as well as its incorporation of the machine as such, a referentiality wich painting has traditionally sought to abolish...
One even has the feeling that some of the present exhibitors may be among its adherents.
AGAINST GENDER ORDINANCE !!!
