The Box

[poetix]

I see @WashYourHands beat me to it on Picture Box

 

[poetix]

Altered states of being manifest in the imagined interiors of magic boxes. Pain is in the box; or fantastic stories; or a portal through which things might come.

 

[luka]

Altered states of being manifest in the imagined interiors of magic boxes. Pain is in the box; or fantastic stories; or a portal through which things might come.

i've learned that they can be open or closed.

 

[poetix]

 

[Corpsey]

This might be irrelevant to the thread but

During my underwhelming visit to Tate at the weekend, I glanced at this Paul Nash painting and it set me thinking about how geometric shapes are by and large man-made idealisations. By which I mean, in nature you would rarely find a perfect cube or sphere.

There are no boxes in nature.

 

[luka]

my intuition is telling me i shouldn't watch that one

 

[luka]

there are no boxes in nature but that is because nature botches everything. nothing goes according to plan.

 

[woops]

there's loads of cubes in nature like salt for example

 

[line b]

yah, plenty of geodes left unencumbered will naturally cube. Nature has virtual cubes, but the conditions that bring them out them are easier achieved with mans guiding hand.

Carl Jung used the rigid geometric shapes of gems as a metaphor for how consciousness forms around archetypes.

 

[line b]

 

[Corpsey]

 

[line b]

 

[line b]

reminiscent of the junji ito story about the town suddenly consumed by spirals

 

[Mr. Tea]

Sexy af.

 

[line b]

Sexy af.

something about that image triggers a mouth feel

 

[woops]

hey tea try looking at that picture while listening to this



"trip report" optional

 

[Mr. Tea]

hey tea try looking at that picture while listening to this



"trip report" optional

But this thread is about boxes!

 

[luka]

unusually it was poetix that lowered the tone of this otherwise high minded thread.

 

[shiels]

I wrote a poem called my magic box when I was seven and it got into some magazine for primary schools in Ireland and I had to go around the classes reading it out

 

[luka]

I wrote a poem called my magic box when I was seven and it got into some magazine for primary schools in Ireland and I had to go around the classes reading it out

lets hear it then