A personal experience with Refraction
"I had a friend in college who spent the whole afternoon hunched over his drawing board copying the folds of Durer's drapery off some print and that night bit the head off a live chicken. Now granted he was drunk for one of these activities, I forget which, but the refractive point is the animal/aesthete (female counterpart is the whore/goddess?) fault line. Now as refractors we say that it's one or the other, no synthesis possible, no reconciliation. Animalslashaesthete, whoreslashgoddess, not animalaesthete,whoregoddess. Refractors live in the slash,on the faultline, the membrane, the interface where the rubber meets the road. Pushing people in the direction of their symptoms clarifies the polarity - "See, you shithead, you spilt chicken blood all over your drawing" - that's what happens when people try to reconcile instead of refract. It almost teases seriousness."
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