za dobro jutro!
nina jan, 2013.
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from: nina jan
to: sonja porle
subject: za dobro jutro!
date: Sep 3, 2013 at 2:31:10 AM
(history) OF (temptation)
slowly.
ok. let me start again.
slowly.
tasting the last bits of temptation
of reading books that bring back memories.
temptation to ask. to say: “i'm angry!”
to smile. to feel disappointed. to feel hurt.
to run through the forest one more time.
to smell the coming autumn. the leaving summer.
the summer rain.
the last gaze of the sea.
to write emails nobody reads. or answers to.
to not recycle trash. to change banks. to write a complaint over and over again.
to cry. to listen to a friend crying. to see a newborn baby sleeping. to accept the past.
to forgive. to not forgive. to hate. to love. to love.
to pee in the bushes. to love. to break. to sleep in somebody else's tent.
to not sleep. to be in pain. to laugh. to feel victorious. to see a visionary.
to decide. to remember the words tengo miedo.
to remember the words tengo miedo within the right context.
to talk about vitomil zupan. to say hemingway is trivial in comparison.
to read more than usual.
to read again. to think again. to swim naked. to gossip.
to not write a diary.
to change glasses. to say life will change in september.
to think over and over again.
to feel sick. to put on weight. to feel better.
to birthday. to mothers. to cats.
to the future. to nostalgia. to history of mankind.
to new connections that will change everything.
to say sorry i don’t want to dance.
to understand that you don’t want to return.
to fail to remember the joy.
to say i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry.
to reconnect. to break the rules. to wonder where he is.
to understand why.
from: nina jan
to: sonja porle
subject: za dobro jutro!
date: Sep 3, 2013 at 2:31:10 AM
(history) OF (temptation)
slowly.
ok. let me start again.
slowly.
tasting the last bits of temptation
of reading books that bring back memories.
temptation to ask. to say: “i'm angry!”
to smile. to feel disappointed. to feel hurt.
to run through the forest one more time.
to smell the coming autumn. the leaving summer.
the summer rain.
the last gaze of the sea.
to write emails nobody reads. or answers to.
to not recycle trash. to change banks. to write a complaint over and over again.
to cry. to listen to a friend crying. to see a newborn baby sleeping. to accept the past.
to forgive. to not forgive. to hate. to love. to love.
to pee in the bushes. to love. to break. to sleep in somebody else's tent.
to not sleep. to be in pain. to laugh. to feel victorious. to see a visionary.
to decide. to remember the words tengo miedo.
to remember the words tengo miedo within the right context.
to talk about vitomil zupan. to say hemingway is trivial in comparison.
to read more than usual.
to read again. to think again. to swim naked. to gossip.
to not write a diary.
to change glasses. to say life will change in september.
to think over and over again.
to feel sick. to put on weight. to feel better.
to birthday. to mothers. to cats.
to the future. to nostalgia. to history of mankind.
to new connections that will change everything.
to say sorry i don’t want to dance.
to understand that you don’t want to return.
to fail to remember the joy.
to say i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry.
to reconnect. to break the rules. to wonder where he is.
to understand why.
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from: maker
to: the a-MUSE
subject:
date: Dec 2, 2013 at 8:30:00 AM
Dear A,
that day on that strange but wonderful morning you asked me
to write.
and i wrote.
and you wrote.
and i wrote again.
better, more resourceful, more daring and more skillful texts than ever before.
until one day you stopped writing.
and i stopped too.
not immediately.
but slowly, email by email i gave up.
i wondered often what happened
between that morning
your emails that always started with dear n
the night that you told me see you tomorrow
and the tomorrow that is now many yesterdays back
when you decided to disappear.
but
hey
A!
in and with the spirit of our first encounter
i won't let you disappear completely
just yet so easily!
you, A, introduced into my life something new
a complete obsession
not a romantic one
not a sexual one
but
(if i make a small word game)
a literally literary one
maybe
(or not even maybe but quite certainly)
you are living at the back of the MUSEmuseum's mind
you, the MUSE
that made me realized how much i love writing emails
not just any emails
but special ones to special people
you, the MUSE
also reminded me of the joy of writing in my mother tongue
and of how much i am struggling with it at the same time
and of how my language capabilities are shrinking
day by day while lIving abroad
you the MUSE that established certain standards of language
that inspired my potentials
and imagination
to places that surprised even me
you the MUSE that made me realize
that sometimes
the reply of the MUSE is of less importance than the existence of the MUSE itself.
you are also making me realize right at this moment of writing
that writing to you in English
is not quite the same thing.
so while i am again leaving to distant lands
which again brings us to our beginning
of many still unwritten promises
i am waving to you from above the clouds
somewhere over germany
while sending you
without any discomfort
the most splendid of greetings.
from: maker
to: the a-MUSE
subject:
date: Dec 2, 2013 at 8:30:00 AM
Dear A,
that day on that strange but wonderful morning you asked me
to write.
and i wrote.
and you wrote.
and i wrote again.
better, more resourceful, more daring and more skillful texts than ever before.
until one day you stopped writing.
and i stopped too.
not immediately.
but slowly, email by email i gave up.
i wondered often what happened
between that morning
your emails that always started with dear n
the night that you told me see you tomorrow
and the tomorrow that is now many yesterdays back
when you decided to disappear.
but
hey
A!
in and with the spirit of our first encounter
i won't let you disappear completely
just yet so easily!
you, A, introduced into my life something new
a complete obsession
not a romantic one
not a sexual one
but
(if i make a small word game)
a literally literary one
maybe
(or not even maybe but quite certainly)
you are living at the back of the MUSEmuseum's mind
you, the MUSE
that made me realized how much i love writing emails
not just any emails
but special ones to special people
you, the MUSE
also reminded me of the joy of writing in my mother tongue
and of how much i am struggling with it at the same time
and of how my language capabilities are shrinking
day by day while lIving abroad
you the MUSE that established certain standards of language
that inspired my potentials
and imagination
to places that surprised even me
you the MUSE that made me realize
that sometimes
the reply of the MUSE is of less importance than the existence of the MUSE itself.
you are also making me realize right at this moment of writing
that writing to you in English
is not quite the same thing.
so while i am again leaving to distant lands
which again brings us to our beginning
of many still unwritten promises
i am waving to you from above the clouds
somewhere over germany
while sending you
without any discomfort
the most splendid of greetings.
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from: nina jan
to: noone in particular
subject: (none)
date: Nov 4, 2013 at 8:17:00 AM
I'm writing to you because we have never met and yet the image of you triggers so many creative thoughts.
in the last weeks you became my illusion and a reality, but the reality that is to this point of so much less importance.
before (while lying in my bed, taking a middle of the day hangover nap) i was thinking about the latin term post mortem, and how the noun mortem, which is an accusative form of the word mors (death), sounds so much softer than lets say, its genitive formulation mortis.
would you say that any time spending on declension of latin nouns is a waste of time?
you see, i do it very often. i travel back in time, probably somewhere to the year of 2004 or 2005, trying to remember some of the latin grammar i was once so good at. then i make a declension of a noun or two, sometimes also followed by a conjugation of a few verbs. occasionally i translate some of my poetry into latin.
this is quite a struggle, but i do it out of a strange excitement within the probability of total failure. and since nobody will ever see these awful translations, translating into latin is my personal hidden game, a training of the mind, the interior enjoyment of sentence construction.
what a strange hobby!
(i wonder sometimes when i became such a nerd.)
but these latin structures are a certain kind of addiction. a fixation of mind that always follows the same principles of construction. something that is applicable elsewhere. or in my case, everywhere.
i will make a little breakthrough thought here.
i would propose my attitude towards art (and many other things for that matter) is in some strange tangled way based on my addiction to latin grammar.
you think i exaggerate?
let's have a closer look.
sentence construction. words. meanings. changing. changing meaning by changing order. changing meaning by playing games. putting things from left to right, from up to down. organizing order.
order.
exceptions.
double meanings.
art as a dictionary.
is dictionary the answer?
no, it was a traveling thought.
curating.
here we come back to latin.
curo. (me.)
here we have it. a duchampian word pun!
curare, the infinitive.
to arrange, to take care of. also to heal.
curo me. i cure myself.
but adding the exclamation mark (cura me!) we get a cry for help - cure me!
by mixing two languages curo (me) (first word in latin, second in english), we get a reflexive note to oneself hinting that curo relates to me, myself.
yes, curare.
curating, arranging, means taking care of. of something. or perhaps also of oneself. perhaps also healing oneself from madness.
you see. the mind has no borders.
latin is something we should address again.
as one should not undermine the essential essence of grammar - either real or illusional.
with love,
from: nina jan
to: noone in particular
subject: (none)
date: Nov 4, 2013 at 8:17:00 AM
I'm writing to you because we have never met and yet the image of you triggers so many creative thoughts.
in the last weeks you became my illusion and a reality, but the reality that is to this point of so much less importance.
before (while lying in my bed, taking a middle of the day hangover nap) i was thinking about the latin term post mortem, and how the noun mortem, which is an accusative form of the word mors (death), sounds so much softer than lets say, its genitive formulation mortis.
would you say that any time spending on declension of latin nouns is a waste of time?
you see, i do it very often. i travel back in time, probably somewhere to the year of 2004 or 2005, trying to remember some of the latin grammar i was once so good at. then i make a declension of a noun or two, sometimes also followed by a conjugation of a few verbs. occasionally i translate some of my poetry into latin.
this is quite a struggle, but i do it out of a strange excitement within the probability of total failure. and since nobody will ever see these awful translations, translating into latin is my personal hidden game, a training of the mind, the interior enjoyment of sentence construction.
what a strange hobby!
(i wonder sometimes when i became such a nerd.)
but these latin structures are a certain kind of addiction. a fixation of mind that always follows the same principles of construction. something that is applicable elsewhere. or in my case, everywhere.
i will make a little breakthrough thought here.
i would propose my attitude towards art (and many other things for that matter) is in some strange tangled way based on my addiction to latin grammar.
you think i exaggerate?
let's have a closer look.
sentence construction. words. meanings. changing. changing meaning by changing order. changing meaning by playing games. putting things from left to right, from up to down. organizing order.
order.
exceptions.
double meanings.
art as a dictionary.
is dictionary the answer?
no, it was a traveling thought.
curating.
here we come back to latin.
curo. (me.)
here we have it. a duchampian word pun!
curare, the infinitive.
to arrange, to take care of. also to heal.
curo me. i cure myself.
but adding the exclamation mark (cura me!) we get a cry for help - cure me!
by mixing two languages curo (me) (first word in latin, second in english), we get a reflexive note to oneself hinting that curo relates to me, myself.
yes, curare.
curating, arranging, means taking care of. of something. or perhaps also of oneself. perhaps also healing oneself from madness.
you see. the mind has no borders.
latin is something we should address again.
as one should not undermine the essential essence of grammar - either real or illusional.
with love,
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from: brigiet
to: nina, bram
subject: muse
date: Sep 10, 2014 at 12:00:00 AM
Hey guys,
The summer is over. Things are starting again.
I’m interested in the status of the Muse project.
I would love to make the next steps happen.
Bram mentioned that you never got the last changes.
I thought I did but I can’t seem to find them either…
I remember making them on the move on my laptop.
But. I don’t know what happend.
I’m sorry...
So I traced my steps did find the smallest notes ever.
can’t believe I found it (it’s attached)
But I don’t really get what they mean anymore.
They say:
- titles on top, archive etc.
- archive in menu last with space
- archive tag: red, green, white, …
- email in archive centred
- < email >
- form: piled paper + vertical
- submit next tot paper
- indent option extra
- audiotour on top of museum
- mtag no ‘>’
- Aa always on top
Hope we can make them into a concrete to do list?
brigiet
B.
–
brigiet
grafisch ontwerp
–
+31 (0)6 24 896 488
[email protected]
www.brigiet.nl
–
robert scottstraat 36
1056 az amsterdam
–
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from: brigiet
to: nina, bram
subject: muse
date: Sep 10, 2014 at 12:00:00 AM
Hey guys,
The summer is over. Things are starting again.
I’m interested in the status of the Muse project.
I would love to make the next steps happen.
Bram mentioned that you never got the last changes.
I thought I did but I can’t seem to find them either…
I remember making them on the move on my laptop.
But. I don’t know what happend.
I’m sorry...
So I traced my steps did find the smallest notes ever.
can’t believe I found it (it’s attached)
But I don’t really get what they mean anymore.
They say:
- titles on top, archive etc.
- archive in menu last with space
- archive tag: red, green, white, …
- email in archive centred
- < email >
- form: piled paper + vertical
- submit next tot paper
- indent option extra
- audiotour on top of museum
- mtag no ‘>’
- Aa always on top
Hope we can make them into a concrete to do list?
brigiet
B.
–
brigiet
grafisch ontwerp
–
+31 (0)6 24 896 488
[email protected]
www.brigiet.nl
–
robert scottstraat 36
1056 az amsterdam
–
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