"Today, just as I am writing this, the Hubble-telescope is taking pictures of the outmost margin of the universe. The beginning of a new time. Worlds, whose light took longer to arrive there than Earth does exist. Lurking black holes, where time, space and dimension cease to exist.
Will my voice resound until time comes to a stop? Will she drift into the void for ever and ever?
Is Black hopeless? Doesn't every dreary thoundercloud have a silver lining? Within Blackness lies the possibilty of hope."
Derek Jarman: Chroma
Black Holes
Time becomes material.
Meanwhile meaning and sense get lost in immateriality. Only the energy of the transformed object persists. And with it the reference to a small eternity the thinking of it defies even the biggest courage.
There is the charming impression of unclear spaces of time. There also is the maelstrom of density and a totally unmetaphysic spell: Alchemy. Black turns to brilliance. And to where this happens no human path will ever lead. Just guess and smoke, literally taken. The form only remains. And the knowledge which wavering and searching closes the objects in.
Florian Wüst is going to present his video-based lecture on November, 15 as a comment to "Black Holes" by Ulrike Mohr - invitation follows seperately.
