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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A04GQ3g6eCp7ImA9WxNUF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083</id><updated>2009-11-09T23:18:42.610+08:00</updated><title>/bauddhamata</title><subtitle type="html">ascetic notations, artefacts, fetishes &amp;amp; other primmediate abrasions, tropes &amp;amp; prefigurations by way of making public account of oneself | © 2005-2009</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/troyharris" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04GQ3kzeip7ImA9WxNUF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-4165808293885103168</id><published>2009-11-09T08:47:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:18:42.782+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T23:18:42.782+08:00</app:edited><title>René's true family members, please stand up</title><summary type="html">Or, THE DEATH OF THE RENÉ LAUBIES ESTATE COLLECTIONIt finally dawns on me how sadly disappointing and counter-productive the exécuteur testamentaire of the René Laubies Estate Collection has turned out to be.What would be the essential aims of maintaining an artist's estate?To preserve and protect the original properties,To acquire additional relevant works and facilities,To make certain that the&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/JBCSY3VACGU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/4165808293885103168/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=4165808293885103168&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/4165808293885103168?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/4165808293885103168?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/JBCSY3VACGU/renes-true-family-members-please-stand.html" title="René's true family members, please stand up" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/11/renes-true-family-members-please-stand.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAAQ3Y-eSp7ImA9WxNUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-1686467562107196780</id><published>2009-11-07T02:11:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:45:42.851+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T00:45:42.851+08:00</app:edited><title>The White Peacock</title><summary type="html">One autumn – it must have been 1985 or 6 – leading up to our winter meeting in Varkala, I wrote to René from Bangkok and asked him to bring me a French novel. When he got to Varkala he handed me a novel of DH Lawrence, "The White Peacock." I was disappointed. He said French novels were never translated well into English. I didn't read it. I should read it now!I remember in the autumn of 1989 when&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/75GaGBWEG04" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/1686467562107196780/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=1686467562107196780&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/1686467562107196780?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/1686467562107196780?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/75GaGBWEG04/c-one-autumn-say-1985-or-6-leading-up.html" title="The White Peacock" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/11/c-one-autumn-say-1985-or-6-leading-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMERHg_fip7ImA9WxNUE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-3059384508022980836</id><published>2009-10-26T19:12:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T03:36:45.646+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T03:36:45.646+08:00</app:edited><title>This is what we call Nuagisme</title><summary type="html">To live for the moment (as if that were sufficient) and allow the given to sway ones attention to the pleasures of the wind over sweat-laced bodies on silent beaches kissed by tides; to subsist on nothing and breathe thin air as droplets filtered through evanescent cloud streams - this is what we call Nuagisme.See Nuagisme&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/CEHKAIIdb-A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3059384508022980836/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=3059384508022980836&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/3059384508022980836?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/3059384508022980836?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/CEHKAIIdb-A/this-is-what-we-call-nuagisme.html" title="This is what we call Nuagisme" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-what-we-call-nuagisme.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQESXwyeCp7ImA9WxNUEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-6256504497479702905</id><published>2009-10-25T10:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:25:08.290+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T17:25:08.290+08:00</app:edited><title>In Plaintive March with the Vanishing Spirits</title><summary type="html">"In Plaintive March with the Vanishing Spirits" (2006), I decoded the ancient practice of alms bowl walking as something that was far more aesthetic than ascetic - something quintessential to "ascetic art." It was a sculpting installation of poetic movement - a muted recital of grimy footfall in plaintive march with the vanishing spirits as elapsing in the crumbling facade and veneer of a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/H-RkyCM1DFI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/6256504497479702905/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=6256504497479702905&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/6256504497479702905?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/6256504497479702905?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/H-RkyCM1DFI/in-plaintive-march-with-vanishing.html" title="In Plaintive March with the Vanishing Spirits" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-plaintive-march-with-vanishing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cARXsyeCp7ImA9WxNXFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-1687424368185000332</id><published>2009-09-28T09:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:17:24.590+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-03T08:17:24.590+08:00</app:edited><title>the stain of sliding cloud and sea</title><summary type="html">In starting to discuss the present work, we are immediately confronted by a dearth of terms insufficient to expound a highly poetic contemporary artist born in the crevasses of cultural hybridity and nourished in the no man's lands of ascetic transmutation. How to take up this exhilarating challenge and crack the artist's liminal appeal when standard terminology so deeply disappoints us? Here's a&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/go0Autk1grM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/1687424368185000332/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=1687424368185000332&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/1687424368185000332?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/1687424368185000332?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/go0Autk1grM/in-starting-to-discuss-rene-laubies.html" title="the stain of sliding cloud and sea" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-starting-to-discuss-rene-laubies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcNQnY5fip7ImA9WxNXEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-2278128505121092816</id><published>2009-09-25T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:14:53.826+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-27T09:14:53.826+08:00</app:edited><title>the shorelines of perception</title><summary type="html">I find it curious that the deep southern reach of the Malaya Peninsula constitutes the sole amphiscian zone across the entire Eurasian super-continent. In that torrid, tropical sun-drenched tract one encounters scores of basal registries strewn as arcs in chance arrangement: scuttled boats half-buried on a riverbank, driftwood drying on curves of beach; scattered whitecaps flagging the gaze to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/cf9CNaWa9-8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2278128505121092816/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=2278128505121092816&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2278128505121092816?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2278128505121092816?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/cf9CNaWa9-8/shorelines-of-perception.html" title="the shorelines of perception" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/09/shorelines-of-perception.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYAQXkzfSp7ImA9WxNQGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-2862668725694990128</id><published>2009-09-04T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:09:00.785+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-25T16:09:00.785+08:00</app:edited><title>"Beneath a thin flaking glaze"</title><summary type="html">What I witness may more accurately be described as a scattered but insistent urge to assert a multiplicity of latent or half-forgotten processes, sentiments or forms that are superbly free of so-called Western historiological development—an analytical modeling that needs to be abandoned, i.e., as based on the coloring or performative embellishment of an implacable array of irrelevant exdogenous &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/D-w8ZrTcwis" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2862668725694990128/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=2862668725694990128&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2862668725694990128?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2862668725694990128?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/D-w8ZrTcwis/beneath-thin-flaking-glaze.html" title="&quot;Beneath a thin flaking glaze&quot;" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/09/beneath-thin-flaking-glaze.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMEQHc6eip7ImA9WxNUFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-5635638969772993627</id><published>2009-08-28T09:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:13:21.912+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T00:13:21.912+08:00</app:edited><title>The geniis of the margins</title><summary type="html">My paintings are rather like sacrosanct texts of aesthetic quiescence and perceptive light. They must not be hidden away by collectors. They need to appear together in numbers and in varied combinations in order to irradiate their optimal values. As a countervailing ploy, I instill these works with jinxing forces ('the geniis of the margins') that progressively nudge to allay and enrich their &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/2EcwgTH0BrM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5635638969772993627/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=5635638969772993627&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/5635638969772993627?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/5635638969772993627?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/2EcwgTH0BrM/on-laubies-paintings.html" title="The geniis of the margins" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-laubies-paintings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8DRn48fyp7ImA9WxNQGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-9151321628805259147</id><published>2009-08-10T12:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:07:57.077+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-26T10:07:57.077+08:00</app:edited><title>brackish sludge after evening rainstorm</title><summary type="html">I find the term Buddhism more misleading than signifying. This is fortunate. The qualified statuses of its materials and processes far out weigh subjective concerns to the point where essentially no subject remains. Through strength in cropping one proceeds unattracted by any attempt at paradigmatic theorization.Morning fresh gutters of brackish sludge after evening rainstorm.Batu Pahat, Malaysia.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/sQTSyvBni8c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/9151321628805259147/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=9151321628805259147&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/9151321628805259147?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/9151321628805259147?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/sQTSyvBni8c/brackish-sludge-after-evening-rainstorm.html" title="brackish sludge after evening rainstorm" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/08/brackish-sludge-after-evening-rainstorm.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MCRnc5cSp7ImA9WxNUFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-6923413593377701382</id><published>2009-07-19T21:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:04:27.929+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T21:04:27.929+08:00</app:edited><title>On Maintaining the Integrity of the Laubies Estate Collection</title><summary type="html">The executeur testamentaire needs be made aware of his principle obligation: to properly maintain as an organized, integral and uncompromised whole, the René Laubies Estate Collection. It is only thereafter that the executeur testamentaire should even consider "representing" the estate—comprised of writings, art objects and miscellaneous artifacts. In this way only will the executeur &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/_JJDBi3MaPQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/6923413593377701382/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=6923413593377701382&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/6923413593377701382?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/6923413593377701382?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/_JJDBi3MaPQ/on-maintaining-integrity-of-laubies.html" title="On Maintaining the Integrity of the Laubies Estate Collection" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-maintaining-integrity-of-laubies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cMQHY-eSp7ImA9WxJVGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-3433549892637106178</id><published>2009-06-30T21:11:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:44:41.851+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-06T23:44:41.851+08:00</app:edited><title>The reification of dawn's resolve</title><summary type="html">&lt;!--Session data--&amp;gt;&lt;!--Session data--&amp;gt;This is not a theory, but a half-built mosaic of scattered, differentiated and remotely competing conceptualizations hardened from the start through a lack of persistent and disciplined effort to monitor the course of its own notionality—an appropriately labeled orphan abstraction bundled into being with accessory sets of unseen forms that consensually if &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/JraCDOtrSss" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3433549892637106178/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=3433549892637106178&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/3433549892637106178?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/3433549892637106178?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/JraCDOtrSss/reification-of-dawns-intention.html" title="The reification of dawn's resolve" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/06/reification-of-dawns-intention.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEMRXYycSp7ImA9WxJUGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-94380892083901971</id><published>2009-06-23T18:54:00.078+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:14:44.899+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-19T00:14:44.899+08:00</app:edited><title>Fautrier, Seibel, Facchetti, Le Noci, Magliano</title><summary type="html"> I find it interesting (correct me if I'm wrong) that Jean Fautrier (1898-1964) did not have a solo post-mortem show until 26 years after his death (Jean Fautrier, Museum Wiesbaden, Wiesbaden, Germany, 1990). The reader may recall my brief discussion with art-critic/author/editor Castor SEIBEL who I met at Galerie De Meo, Paris, in March 2008 (Assembling notes around Paul Facchetti). Seibel has &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/RBNnJmmCE5M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/94380892083901971/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=94380892083901971&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/94380892083901971?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/94380892083901971?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/RBNnJmmCE5M/fautrier-seibel-le-noci-magliano.html" title="Fautrier, Seibel, Facchetti, Le Noci, Magliano" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/06/fautrier-seibel-le-noci-magliano.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUNQnc8eCp7ImA9WxJWFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-2529881085946511632</id><published>2009-06-22T13:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:58:13.970+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-22T13:58:13.970+08:00</app:edited><title>mutability</title><summary type="html"> The stirring anonymity of unintentioned gesture stripped to the formlessness of its own infinitude(dawn light tea at cmk restaurant, opposite mustafa's, syed alwi road)&lt;!--Session data--&amp;gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/3PwXyRi2DmM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2529881085946511632/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=2529881085946511632&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2529881085946511632?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2529881085946511632?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/3PwXyRi2DmM/mutability.html" title="mutability" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/06/mutability.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0INR3g5fCp7ImA9WxJWE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-8348575075179202141</id><published>2009-06-19T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:19:56.624+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-19T11:19:56.624+08:00</app:edited><title>Hermetic airports</title><summary type="html">"Airports," writes architect Rem Koolhaas, "are on the way to replacing the city ... with the added attraction of being hermetic systems from which there is no escape - except to another airport."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/QvaijOHZzZs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8348575075179202141/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=8348575075179202141&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/8348575075179202141?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/8348575075179202141?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/QvaijOHZzZs/hermetic-airports.html" title="Hermetic airports" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/04/hermetic-airports.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UHR3k-eip7ImA9WxJVF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-6372976979271205597</id><published>2009-06-15T14:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:47:16.752+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-05T12:47:16.752+08:00</app:edited><title>Moksha: an etymological note</title><summary type="html">Vedic/Sanskrit moksha (Thai mokkh) is attested as early as pre-Rgveda, from the root muc, or moc (Lubotsky) as a verb, meaning 'to release, be/become free, liberate, set free.' It holds a range of further implications, 'to shed (as leaves, feathers, hair or skin)'; 'to cast off (a bodily covering)' (cf English molting); 'to slacken, unloose, untie'; and likewise indicates something 'transformed, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/RdXKWz1ITw0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/6372976979271205597/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=6372976979271205597&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/6372976979271205597?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/6372976979271205597?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" 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Wikipedia entry for Buddhadasa.Reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddhadasa&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/SGjoucEK6eo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3544632899567637931/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=3544632899567637931&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/3544632899567637931?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/3544632899567637931?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/SGjoucEK6eo/i-have-just-rewritten-and-re-edited-my.html" title="Buddhadasa's Wikipedia entry" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-just-rewritten-and-re-edited-my.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8HRns8cCp7ImA9WxJVFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-8466872357562626212</id><published>2009-06-12T13:04:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:20:37.578+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-02T21:20:37.578+08:00</app:edited><title>Nuagisme</title><summary type="html">Nuagisme (literally "cloudism") is a French art-critical term that was advanced in the 1950s by art critic Julien Alvard (1916-1974) to designate the painters René Laubies, Frédéric Benrath, René Duvillier, Fernando Lerin and Nasser Assar whose work was seen as broadly comprising a modern naturalist non-representational abstract movement that remained aloof to prevailing theoretical disputes by &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/7Nk9oQjx_vE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8466872357562626212/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=8466872357562626212&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/8466872357562626212?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/8466872357562626212?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/7Nk9oQjx_vE/nuagisme.html" title="Nuagisme" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/06/nuagisme.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8FR3c6cSp7ImA9WxJVFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-3528376640054053516</id><published>2009-06-11T15:54:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:53:36.919+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-02T16:53:36.919+08:00</app:edited><title>Art Informel</title><summary type="html">In its 1950s French art critical context, Art Informel (alternately spelled Art informal) indicated little in the sense of "informal art," the proposition of a casual, loosened or relaxed art handling or simple diminution of formal-ness. Art Informel was actually concerned with the non-appearance of form itself, with the un-formal, the un-form-ulated. Nuanced more profoundly, its cardinal aim was&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/okgZbqdiqa8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3528376640054053516/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=3528376640054053516&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/3528376640054053516?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/3528376640054053516?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/okgZbqdiqa8/note-on-art-informel.html" title="Art Informel" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/06/note-on-art-informel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcMRHc6fSp7ImA9WxJXFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-2559092590149616899</id><published>2009-06-10T21:57:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:48:05.915+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-11T11:48:05.915+08:00</app:edited><title>Institut Huyen Vi</title><summary type="html">Institut Huyen Vi in Vitry, immediately south of Paris, is roumored to have opened. Mark this posting its premiere web presence. I love the aesthetics of the name's typography, which is stunning and noble, beautiful and auspicious. It conveys to me an appealing sense of subtle elegance restrained through its wish to affect no meaning. I wish them not to alter that, nor the elevated vision of the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/6ZWMPL3gNu8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2559092590149616899/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=2559092590149616899&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2559092590149616899?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2559092590149616899?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/6ZWMPL3gNu8/institut-huyen-vi_10.html" title="Institut Huyen Vi" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/06/institut-huyen-vi_10.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4BRX06eSp7ImA9WxNXGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-8152732955069972391</id><published>2009-06-10T01:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:22:34.311+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-07T13:22:34.311+08:00</app:edited><title>A Wall Street job</title><summary type="html">Measured thoughts of the Obama administration, the 'Presidency' inherently a Wall Street job, hence the very Realpolitik(al) wars in West Asia which are not of his choosing per se. A brilliant political actor, the best on the world stage today (perhaps), Obama has become the greatest number of things for the greatest number of people as he rides the tail of destiny's dragon.&lt;!--Session data--&amp;gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/PlRlVVguovQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8152732955069972391/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=8152732955069972391&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/8152732955069972391?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/8152732955069972391?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/PlRlVVguovQ/measured-thoughts-of-obama.html" title="A Wall Street job" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/06/measured-thoughts-of-obama.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8EQHw4eyp7ImA9WxJVEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-649566015402984597</id><published>2009-06-09T11:35:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:16:41.233+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T20:16:41.233+08:00</app:edited><title>On the Remote 'Ordination' Tradition</title><summary type="html">In an interview/discussion "How Buddhism invented Asia" (2 April 2009) with academic Peter Skilling, Late Night Live host Phillip Adams asked the following question."Was there ever a central administrative capital for Buddhism, something like Rome where edicts could be sent out, where training was centralized, where resources were sent?"Peter Skilling: "No. There was never a Rome in Buddhism. I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/BHc3yyJ3PeE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/649566015402984597/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=649566015402984597&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/649566015402984597?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/649566015402984597?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/BHc3yyJ3PeE/remote-area-tradition.html" title="On the Remote 'Ordination' Tradition" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/06/remote-area-tradition.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YGR3Y6fip7ImA9WxJXGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-963079097235832298</id><published>2009-06-08T11:18:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:52:06.816+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-14T22:52:06.816+08:00</app:edited><title>to plunge the soul</title><summary type="html">I've never in my life gotten down to scuba diving. Still waiting to give it a try, I suppose. My Singapore-based research regime seems steadily giving way to an (at least) 'provisional' shift to the Malaysian mainland where recent explorations have granted more friends with compounding imageries and open invitations to peripatetic painting and other peninsular overpinnings to social schemes of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/RxoH3BA44-U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/963079097235832298/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=963079097235832298&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/963079097235832298?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/963079097235832298?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/RxoH3BA44-U/to-wash-soul.html" title="to plunge the soul" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-wash-soul.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8CQH06fCp7ImA9WxJVE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-2339416262177618652</id><published>2009-05-31T18:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:44:21.314+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-01T01:44:21.314+08:00</app:edited><title>templates of wind</title><summary type="html">a hyper-delicacy of exponderate rococo elucidation pervades appliqués horizontally pressed between areas of muted clamour writ large on disassembled templates of wind&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/GSXvI0i9BYM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2339416262177618652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=2339416262177618652&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2339416262177618652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2339416262177618652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/GSXvI0i9BYM/untitled_31.html" title="templates of wind" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/05/untitled_31.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYBR30_fCp7ImA9WxNUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-2991934512418850744</id><published>2009-05-31T18:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:25:56.344+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T08:25:56.344+08:00</app:edited><title>Staying and away</title><summary type="html">We had managed to divert our thoughts fairly purely: geographically ebbing, we neared an end and arrived there well. There was movement settled for a space in adjustment, sharing parties tangibly close. The light was dim with terminal halls branching off cool dusted pediments, later, through unknown streets and movements: shadows of engines (modulated language), soft firm doors: imagined &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/H9C1t9ODt40" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2991934512418850744/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=2991934512418850744&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2991934512418850744?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2991934512418850744?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/H9C1t9ODt40/untitled-rewrite.html" title="Staying and away" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/05/untitled-rewrite.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4BSXg_eip7ImA9WxJVEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-2081986637181432288</id><published>2009-05-30T12:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:19:18.642+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T20:19:18.642+08:00</app:edited><title>bandage social skins</title><summary type="html">Somewhere midst the reading of Collins, Koolhaas, Koranic history and the Greek in us - aesthetic religiosity and its moral confrontation with the factoid perceptions of a Christian confluence inducing procedural stain and wash bewailings - distinctive moultings filiate anthems as sensitive recursions bandage social skins.Refs.Collins, H.P. 1928. "Introduction." Joseph Joubert, Pensées and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/UwlZVHJurQ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2081986637181432288/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=2081986637181432288&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2081986637181432288?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2081986637181432288?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/UwlZVHJurQ4/untitled.html" title="bandage social skins" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01280897263337900730" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/05/untitled.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
