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Bilocation Syndrome
2009.07.07 12:44
finally, after over 85 pages...
At the same time, in parallel...
"As if the Straits of Gilbraltar acted as some metaphysical junction point between the worlds. In those days to pass through that narrow aperture into the vast, uncertain field of Ocean was to behind the known world, and perhaps its conventions about being in only one place at a time. . . .Once passed through, did the ship take two tacks at once? Did the wind blow in two ways? Or was it the giant fish that possessed the power of bilocation? Two fishes, two Jonahs, two Agadirs?
"This smoke in here I've been breathing," said Kit, "this wouldn't be . . . um, hasheesh?"
As if she had exited her life briefly and been given the ability to travel on a parallel course, "close" enough to watch herself doing it, Dally discovered an alternate way to travel by land, port to port, faster than the ship was moving. . . . She sped, it seemed slightly above ground level, through the fragrant late-summer twilight, parallel to the course of the ship. . . . She would return to her deck chair out of breath, sweating, exhilirated [sic] for no reason, as if she had just escaped some organized threat to her saftey.
It's worth noting that the bilocations began just when Kit reached the ultimate depth of his exploration/discovery of the Stupendica as actually two ships. Indeed, he becomes trapped within the parallel time of the Emperor Maximilian, and hence nowhere to be found on the Stupendica. Note too how it's after searching all over for Kit that Dally actually bilocates herself.
2003.09.04:
I purposefully walked from the front door of the Philadelphia Museum of Art down the Benjamin Franklin Parkway to the far side of Logan Circle and then back to the Art Museum. I did this to get a real sense of scale of the virtual axis of life within Piranesi's Ichnographia Campus Martius.
In reality I was walking across the forecourt of the Philadelphia Museum of Art, then down the steps that Rocky made famous running up, then across Eakins Oval, where the largest painting in the world once was, then down a tree covered allee along the south side of the Parkway stretching for three long blocks, then around Logan Circle, and then back in the direction I came although this time along the north side of the Parkway.
In virtuality I was walking through the Nympheum Neronis high on the Vatican Hill, through the Porticus Neronis, through the Templum Martis (Temple of Mars), through the Area Martis where the Triumphal Way begins its "march" [this is around where the Rodin Museum is on the Benjamin Franklin Parkway, and, as luck would have it, where the route of many of today's Philadelphia parades begin], then I walked around Hadrian's tomb, and then I walked back.
Liciniani, Luciliani, Luculiani
Against Interpretation
Against the Day
The Judicious Eye: Architecture Against the Other Arts
Illuminations
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