Image by Bialy
And the question would be – where is the Lavalou Man? Be he aficionado, devotee [or]
purveyor, of the favored botanical. Or rather where, in the image delivered, is he among such
entities and articles, as rather flatly are emerging from this rather intransigent presentation
Where is the Lavalou, man (man).
Purveyor, aficanado, devotee, the Man Himself. This series is not disjunctive. The Lavalou
Man resides in the folds, the passes, the occlusions. Affined to the evanescent personality of
the botanical itself.
A clue. There is, it appears, a thing here, not an image only. And the thing is an extrusion of
the particular will to feast on imagery. The business begins with a will to see. And ends with
a thing to be seen. An unexceptionable itinerary.
Folded metal slabs of unshook foil: a la derecha.
Bottom left: A slab of metal spoiled by paint.
The transformations of beinghood are perpetrated within small compass. We shall delete
reference to the particular entities as they initiate and terminate attention and concentrate
upon the transitional modalities within which said entities resume each other’s
“portion”—side-stepping the order of fatalities entirely. Not that it is uncommon that an
image occlude the issue of its destiny. Attention to the elision thereof—that is uncommon
The little images do elide among each other. We shall not count them. The fatal motion is
neither serial (disjunctive) nor controlled by any habit of pure order. That fatality remains in
spite of the dissolution of access to narrativity through such machinery is worthy of note.
I have hesitated till now to bring to our attention the writings if Bruno Schultz. There are
things, says Schultz, whose being is excerpted from time, left behind, or simply out-posted to
lodgings, no school describes this.
But these things are not exempt from a certain fatality, though one which quite anomalously
excerpts even fate from time. An itinerary that, again, is indeed uncommon.
Blue night, not without its representations of velocity – quasi-stellar sources darting off to
the margins. A silver machine composed of straps and flattened buttresses and a wall to
frame the landscape of that which defies what cannot be.
I would not pretend to preempt the cogitations of the Lavalou Man, especially in regard to
his own teaming ground; his “authority,” such as it is, comprises an entire territorial
imperative, and his invitations, like invitations quite generally, come along with an
expectation that they will not be refused. He does not suffer solicitations in this regard. He
will leave you quite alone on the condition of simultaneous reciprocation.
The dispossession that arises in one’s attitude when he makes himself scarce at offensively
inappropriate intervals, is, in an inverted sense, exemplary.