The Magic Ritual of Tactile Initiation

A Poem by Jan ┼ávankmajer The novice is isolated in a dark room He has to leave his hands submerged in a black ointment Meanwhile bandages from finely chopped stinging nettles and goose fat are alternatively applied to his back. The sole of his left foot is touching the surface of hot water The sole... Continue Reading →

Embodied Memory

[The past is] somewhere beyond the reach of intellect, and unmistakably present in some material object (or in the sensation which such an object arouses in us), though we have no idea which one it is. As for the object, it depends entirely on chance whether we come upon it before we die, or whether... Continue Reading →

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