Chance Imagery

(a statue's eyelids lift and coins spray from its marble sockets. Gas rolls from its mouth in languid streams, revealing Maxwell's conclusion.)

It's 1957, "8 years further on the spiral". The mechanisms of overdetermination in automatic thinking continue to produce chance images. And while the sub-conscious shuffles to reconcile objects language is perpetually caught in the bottleneck of the signifier. The appreciation for complex chance images, as harbingers for the the desired chain of associations, is the fascination with viscosity found in some painting and in nature, relishing in the richness of a rational question merged with guttural intuition, perhaps referencing something primordial. Culture imposes meaning on the organs, a playful way of accepting something. If language is the body's most ancient organ then the symbolic becomes physical and the Golden Bough will show itself in chance imagery each time. George Brecht saw the critical whole - man (logos) and nature - reconciled by John Cage in 1957.*

*I have difficulty empathising with Brecht on this last point.