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    OUT

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    Language and dress are, at any moment in history, complete

    structures, constituted organically by a functional network of

    norms and forms; and transformation or displacement of any on

    element can modify the whole, producing a new structure: so,

    inevitably, we are talking about a collection of balances in

    movement, of institutions in flux.

    Roland Barthes, The Language of Fashion

    03.04.10 - 02.05.10THURS - SUN

    1200 - 1800

    OPENING: 02.04.10

    1900 - 2100

    Titles.

    But where were we?

    Exterior.

    What were we doing?

    Establishing shot.

    It was raining when we pulled into that petrol station as far as I

    remember. But nothing was established, media, mediation,

    leather gloves. Interior. Books.

    Yeah, so we were in the car, it was raining.

    Oh, but I was talking about Pierre Macherey, like how he was

    saying the image that corresponded perfectly with the original

    would no longer be an image; it remains an image by virtue of i

    difference from that which it resembles. So I wonder then, if I

    should commence by confessing that I am a composite

    character or that any resemblance to persons living or dead is

    purely coincidental. You had a generous personality, I loved it

    and asked you if I could try it on.

    Don't you think I understand? The hopeless dream of being. No

    seeming, but being. In every waking moment aware, alert. The

    tug of war, what you are with others and who you really are. A

    feeling of vertigo and a constant hunger to be finally exposed.

    To be seen through, cut down, even obliterated.

    Two characters.

    Two characters. Interior. Medium shot. Immediate, perfect

    tense, perfect tension. I should have explained that much of thi

    picture has been drawn from memory. Theres a game, Kims

    Game, you might have known it from Kipling. Firstly, I needed

    you to empty your bag onto the table.

    Birkin, Kelly. Two characters, the latter was merely a retroactive

    capitalisation upon a self-evident and unpremeditated piece of

    celebrity endorsement. The former, though, was a much more

    cynical attempt to insinuate a seemingly spontaneous logic into

    the hitherto ideologically reluctant acceptance of an inevitable

    sociological shift towards affluence, among a superficially

    emancipated cultural demograph. I like them both, and we

    shouldnt underestimate the value of liking things. Most art has

    nothing much to say if you don t actually like it in the first place

    Every tone of voice a lie.

    Every gesture false.

    Every smile a grimace.

    So then you emptied the bag onto the table. The past is a

    paradise from which we are necessarily excluded, declared

    Mary Warnock, and Im trying to recall its contents. This is Kim

    Game, attempting to recollect, endeavouring to enter your bag

    aspiring to infiltrate your head. We could concur with Mary that

    in recalling something, we are employing imagination.

    So the articles in your bag would represent you, in the way that

    metaphors go beyond misleadingly literal words and sentences

    beyond language to an unconscious understanding, beyond th

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    subject towards pure predication.

    Close up. A cup of coffee.

    It's bad luck to compare hands.

    I was trying on each metaphor at a time, the personification of

    Paul Ricoeur, where turning an animate, non-sentient, abstract

    entity into a living and feeling being, into a person, reminds us of

    the metaphorical transfer from the inanimate to the animate.

    Exterior. A cliff top, two horses move synchronously. Grass

    wearily perseveres in yellowing tufts, besieged by the elements

    and clinging to the unsympathetic terrain wherever it can. The

    possibility of the sea is an indistinct dream in the distance.

    What does it mean to persuade?

    People tell me that I'm a good listener. Isn't that strange?

    So did I want the truth? I can t handle the truth. The fact was

    fiction was as far as we could go. In childrens literature,

    empathy with animals is common, the acceptance of metaphor

    initiates an implicit understanding of the authors position.

    Intimate objects intuit a true picture of the real Grace Kelly or

    Jane Birkin. Where there is no self, no subject, only predication.

    Circumstantially I am alone, washing my hair, making coffee. But

    if I smell this coffee and involuntarily Im in another place at a

    distant time, is this purely an intellectual process? Or is it

    physical, like emotional intelligence, thinking with the heart. An

    earring, reflective, a listener, reflexive.

    Two bluebirds. We took a coffee break on our way to our

    central metaphor. The white cliffs of Dover, our journey was in

    progress, would we be united? Perhaps I wouldnt know you,

    perhaps we wouldnt recognise Suzanne Keen. Empathy with

    situations tends to zero in on episodes, circumstances, or states

    of relationship at points of irresolution. That is, empathy with plot

    situation gravitates towards middles of plots, when problems

    and enigmas have not yet been solved or brought to closure.

    Dover, after the beginning and before the end, a romantic

    symbol of past optimism, a memory of what could still be.

    And what happens to everything that you make up your mind to

    do? Is it necessary to do it all? Is it possible to be one and the

    same person at the same time? I mean, two people?

    Kims Game. I have been trying to remember each item, one by

    one, each with a specific presence, each with a specific

    resonance. The System of Objects. The tense of the

    mythological object is the perfect, it is that which occurs in the

    present as having occurred in a former time, hence that which is

    founded upon itself, that which is 'authentic.' Antiques. Craft.

    We are fascinated by what has been created, and is therefore

    unique, because the moment of creation cannot be reproduced.

    What Baudrillard has been telling me is that it's not enough to

    remember the objects from your bag, the bracelet from your

    wrist. To become you, to feel authentic empathy or absolute

    metaphor, persuasion must come from the work of fiction. I

    must make these objects myself. I must craft them by hand.

    Two horses in sync. Two cups of coffee. One kitchen. A supermarket

    shopping trolley serves as a clothes dryer.

    9.15-10am.

    When I came home and looked in the mirror, I thought, but we look

    alike. Don't misunderstand me. You're more beautiful. But somehow, I

    think I could change myself into you if I tried.

    But then, it wasnt us who were going to France, so I wonder just who I

    expected to end up as.

    If I remember an incident from a long time ago and I smile, am I being

    optimistic?

    Insert shots. Interiors. Actually, I was trying to become everyone, to go

    everywhere at once. I was alone, watching the television screen,

    reading a magazine. Baudrillard said that travel is a necessity and

    speed is a pleasure. Possession of a car implies more: the driving

    licence is a sort of a passport. I cant drive, but Im a good passenger,

    Im a good listener. The places youve been, the friends youve made.

    Ive been there, I know those people. Your handbag, your baggage, the

    stories youve told. I made it myself, Ive made it my own, these are my

    stories.

    Did you speak to me last night?

    Were you in my room?

    Credits.

    J. A. Harrington, London, 2010.

    Plagiography:

    Ingmar Bergman Persona

    Paul Ricoeur The Rule of Metaphor

    Pierre Macherey A Theory of Literary Production

    David Lodge Language of Fiction

    Jean Baudrillard The System of Objects

    Suzanne Keen Empathy and the Novel

    Mary Warnock Memory

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