December 2015

Merry Christmas

from Minus Theatre

(please go here to tell Minus you love (or hate) it for Christmas)


from Square White World



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Day 1 of the Hollyford Walk


Lake Whakatipu (pronounced fokkity-poo)

in front of bandstand

below Botanical Gardens

within Botanical Gardens

first sight of dirty ice

at end of long bus ride, beyond Marion’s Cnr. down at Gunn’s Camp, set up by Davy Gunn’s son, Murray, who did not eye to eye with his father and only came to the Hollyford Valley on his father’s demise

Gunn’s Camp


getaway vehicle

dry bush humour, ironically

commencement of walk

curtain in the forest furnishings

lunch by the river

Hidden Falls

more of Hidden


catching waterfall water

view from Little Homer

viewers at Little Homer

forest light

Homer Falls

and the pool



graveyard of beech trees

Pyke Lodge

not our route, but showing some of it

Davy Gunn and his wife, with whom in later years he spent no more than one day a year

the book in which the preceding pages were found.


on tour

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come on


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to throw a brick made of Beijing air is nothing like Paris

– Nut Brother with his semi-finished brick (from here)

– Nut Brother collecting air in Tiananmen Square. This is day 36 in his 100 day project. Sunny. (from here)


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field recordings 2015:08:16 15:05:56 – 2015:08:16 23:19:17

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field recordings 2015:07:17 12:13:52 – 2015:08:14 18:21:38 I think this is what I saw coming back from Northern Europe. It was in this light

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where Marks of Lispector encounters Specters of Marx

Minus Theatre at OFA 21 November 2015

Down every lane I was startled by the rustling of vaguely visible transparent forms. I told myself it was the wind whipping a snag of plastic bags, though each time I seemed to catch sight of a half-decomposed cadaver fleeing through the night in a luminous shroud.

– Lingis, Abuses (1994), p. 262

Minus Theatre at OFA 21 November 2015

theatrum philosophicum

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First Communion in Juazeiro do Norte, Brazil, Sebastião Salgado (1981)

First Communion in Juazeiro do Norte, Brazil, 1981Sebastiao Salgado

“The flesh in pain is anything but an object; sensibility, subjectivity fill it, with a terrible evidence. This evidence is turned imperatively to me, more pressing than the evolution of the planet and the anonymous enterprises in the humanized map laid out on it, more urgent than the tasks my own death has addressed to me. It is not in elaborating a common language and reason, in collaborating in transpersonal enterprises, that the human community takes form. It is in going to rejoin those who, fallen from the time of personal and collective history, have to go on when nothing is possible or promised.”

Abuses, Alphonso Lingis (1994), p. 236


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“The Right to Nonparticipation for Global Digital Citizenship”

by Andrew Iliadis




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the others, waiting for death, and you, in their voluptuous arms, that are not death’s

“How can one do something when one has neither implements nor any materials nor knowledge nor strength with which to do this, save one’s own still awake vitality? This thing one has to do – to die – one can nonetheless do with others. The others that stand close by are as remote from one’s life as the death that is at any moment imminent. One dies in the arms of others, by the hands of others. In the quiet of white hospitals, the doctors, one’s family and friends who are also one’s doctors, tell one the time has come, have told each one who got born how it has to be done. When they lay in one’s arms and held one collapsed in voluptuous abandon, were they not making seductive the abysses of extinction? When the other that held one is also lost, still others will, beyond appeal, judge how it was done. Humankind is silent about the Biharis, waiting. All the others, the men and women organized into the community of nations which have taken possession of the earth, demand of the Biharis that they do this – die.

“Humankind that has propagated its life and its will without reasons and doomed uncounted races of animal life to extinction, is satisfied when it can find reasons to obliterate a segment of its own inconceivably excessive numbers.”

– Alphonso Lingis, Abuses, 1994, pp. 213-214

– from, with more about the Biharis, “children from nowhere”, here


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