Tomáš Kuba

 

Nietzsche paralyzed by syphilis. Freud hooked on cocaine. Plato on the orbit.

Zarathustra had entered the cave and returned to the world as a total crackpot.

The sane Plato entered the world and returned to the cave as a mental patient. Sigmund entered your cave and you became nuts.

Up and down. In and out.

Try to narrate your nightly visions and the audience will be bored to death.

Nothing is so private as a dream, yet nothing is so common as a dream. You can just point to what cannot be described.

All glory to the mighty apparatus - the ultimate dream machine and its ghost - Eros - the always awake king of sommnambulists.

ALL HAIL THE HYPNOTOAD!!!

What we see first in this minute is a visual mambo-jumbo, the raw material of a dream, hallucination, vision. What follows is a back and forth journey to the end of the night. From the abstract patterns emerge the concrete figures, faces, complex images. The man, the woman, the almost religious picture and finally some historical coquetry. And the images fade away again into the previous soup of either exalted or bored unconsciousness. Entropy and extropy. The ever working logical mind is shaping these patterns, and result is the wicked aesthetics of the hallucinatory fractal with the symbolic potentia and the dialectics of compounding and decomposing. The emergence of the decay. The decay as an emergence. The lucid dream. The cinema...