Tuesday, 13 May 2014

DRAWING INSTALLATION - UCS LIBRARY



See below for images documenting my drawing installation for the library at UCS, Ipswich. The drawings are of two poems I've written, the first is inspired by Friedrich Nietzsche's The Birth of Tragedy, the poem is titled; 0486285154 after the ISBN number of the book, click here to read the poem. The second poem is inspired by Franz Kafka's The Z├╝rau Aphorisms, the poem is titled; 1846550092 after the ISBN number of the book, click here to read the poem.
   
































0486285154
Emily Godden (Audit Chaos)
Drawing – Biro on paper
2014

In order to keep a distance I picture the moment,
We shall do a great deal once we run parallel
The metaphysical miracle as separate worlds of dreams.
The appearance speaks to us, but when this dream
Is most intense, this reality in which we live
Must include that delicate boundary in measured restraint.

Impulses are satisfied, to say nothing of the phenomena
May wring sounds of agony, the annihilation of the veil-
Discouraged and disappointed there is nothing here.
How could they have endured existence? A perfect
World? We do not consider the question of reality.
An appearance of appearance is the counter appearance.

Invisible to those wrapped in floating sublime gestures
Running through the entire chromatic scale of passions
I have removed blissful peace into the stress of desire.
I do not think I am unreasonable, in reality we must realize
There is no longer any use in comfort in impregnable barriers.
We must always remember a purely passive attitude.

Counterfeit passions and masked words exhibit a happy state
The invisible chorus yielded to their demands, let us think-
We must first ask ourselves, who cares? Wait till it happens.
Amid this flux of phenomena a comfort tears us in view,
We are detained by the question, the ordinary essence.
It has been shaken by the fear of its own conclusions.



They could abandon themselves in a true abstract.

1846550092 
Emily Godden (Audit Chaos)
Drawing – Biro on paper
2014

The true path is long, all human errors 
Stem from impatience; from paradise.
There is no more turning back - 
As yet nothing has happened, forcing
The true explanation, you would be wrong.

I've never been here, it keeps happening,
It can be calculated- flung a distance.
There are innumerable hiding places,
The positive is already within us.
Not knowing is the fantasy...

An answer to my question I asked,
They were offered the choice, belief
In progress, in the constructed world.
Everything is deception, a question -
We are living in a false belief, test yourself.

No one can be satisfied understanding alone,
Perhaps withdrawal is suffering the void.
You wouldn't be able to look it claimed,
Don't wait, the whole world will be unmasked.
                  -  It will writhe in ecstasy. 

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