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--A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

--I've acquired quite a taste For a well-made mistake I wanna make a mistake Why can't I make a mistake?

The Mistakist Declaration by Harmony Korine

1. i have never been one to gravitate toward the labelling of things. But i feel forced to declare my adherance to a mode of creation known as "mistakism." 

2. i am a "mistakist" and all the work I produce adheres to the tenants attached to the label/movement. 

3. (factors involved include) 

4. All modes of work exist to produce a single body of work. each facet builds upon the other. 

5. you can never differentiate between the seperate modes of creation. 

6. A completely unified aesthetic. 

7. Mistakes are good. 

8. there is no such thing as a true mistake. only a more modern rethinking. 

9. Suicide is a show of strength. 

10. only in randomness and "mistakes" can one truely announce what is too deep to express in a direct and true way. 

11. football games, science projects and explosions. 

12. rather than direct a scene - document the action 

13. Provocations 

14. Heritage - Lineage - Prejudice. 

15. grammer means more when words are mispelled and used incorrectly in the traditional sense of the word. 

16. ---------------- 

17. Jokes without Punchlines. 

18. Hermits and rural Lonliness 

19. A "Mistakist" must believe in God over all else. 

this is how I made Julien Donkey Boy  The DOGME 95 is early "Mistakism."

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As I wrote in my poem I FOUND MY SOUL AT THE BOTTOM OF THE POOL: mistakes were exciting, inroads in the art of unknowning, the rush of not rushing, of just being, how marvelous!, this appointment: to be alive. 

let your mistakes be a way of remembering what it takes to be free.

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Theodor Adorno, Minima Moralia

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Internal IBM document, 1979 (via Fabricio Teixeira)

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Mon. Aug. 21, 2023 The process of making the unconscious conscious involves a movement to the outside. Observing what is "inner" as if it is "outer", no longer a part of us. Because only then can it truly be observed.

Wed. Aug. 23, 2023

The inbetween is where life happens. I told myself I could make everything happen there, even the non-between. I felt it was my responsibility-- but I got trapped there. With my words caught on the lines - I had to make them all connect. One thing to another, in a comprehensive arrangement with no room to breathe. Biunivocalization. I forgot that connection only happens in the dark. So I shone all the lights and blinded myself. Seeing through and letting go doesn't mean grasping and rattling and shaking till all the dregs fall out. It means rain--

Sun. Aug. 27, 2023

The music was ambient so its environment inhered in it. It collected other sounds like an attractor. Everything belonged to it, but in the way that dust belongs to a streak of light. The grating high-pitched squeal of the machine outside became like a harmonic overtone. Painful, but in the way the scrape of a bow on a string shines light through all wounds. And as I write this, there comes another whine, the whine of a dog.

Every high-pitched thing became something trying to get beyond itself, and for a moment, the beyond shone through.

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Angélique Hagenaar

New Beginnings

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Finch (2021)

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““The truth is like a lion. You don’t have to defend it. Let it loose. It will defend itself.””

— St. Augustine (354–430)

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on i go not toward or away. up until now it was day next day. up until now in a rush to prove. but now i only move to move.

neither being nor becoming, substance nor process, but rhythm: a flow of interruptions

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IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE (1946) dir. Frank Capra

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R. Barthes

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"The Americans on the boat did not seem to be so bad, but I was fascinated, after such a long absence from it, by the nature of their friendliness. It was a friendliness which did not suggest, and was not intended to suggest, any possibility of friendship. Unlike Europeans, they dropped titles and used first names almost at once, leaving themselves, unlike the Europeans, with nowhere thereafter to go. Once one had become “Pete” or “Jane” or “Bill” all that could decently be known was known and any suggestion that there might be further depths, a person, so to speak, behind the name, was taken as a violation of that privacy which did not, paradoxically, since they trusted it so little, seem to exist among Americans. They apparently equated privacy with the unspeakable things they did in the bathroom or the bedroom, which they related only to the analyst, and then read about in the pages of best sellers. There was an eerie and unnerving irreality about everything they said and did, as though they were all members of the same team and were acting on orders from some invincibly cheerful and tirelessly inventive coach. I was fascinated by it. I found it oddly moving, but I cannot say that I was displeased. It had not occurred to me before that Americans, who had never treated me with any respect, had no respect for each other."

-James Baldwin

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Alfred North Whitehead, Religion in the Making