A planet, Wittgenstein writes,
couldn’t look light grey.
A city can. But is shadows
always appear of the
Blue and grey mirror the earth
but also displace (displace) the different stages
These colours gives shape to the
damaged membrane of intimate
spaces, of bodies.
My skin echoes the crust
of the city—both are
Surfaces (skins, cities) protect
as fever does.
strike upon the senses
But blue surfaces do
a certain violence to the
The blueness of bodies, like cities, take place
at the limit, the edge, the contour,
the deep skin.
I sometimes feel as though my body
is not entirely within my skin but
extends beyond it.
I wonder if I can write the limits of
my skin. If I can, maybe I would
sense the skin of film, too.
For writing, Nancy writes, is touching
I am with my body; my body grounds
- I don’t mistake anyone else’s
body for mine, but I can’t locate
It is certainly somewhere and
surely I am there, too.
The flesh of my body resonates
the flesh of the world.
My body is of the carnal world, it
exists as part of the breathing biosphere.
Being with my body is a
My body, its touching and being
touched, is the limit and
spacing of existence.
This is an areal body,
a video-body, a dis-
The body that is said to be mine
is of a fine, blue text-
Sander Hölsgens is a London- and Seoul-based independent filmmaker approximating intimacy, the colour blue, and phenomenology.
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