In its program "Perfect" is described as "a fragmentary reflection on the word 'perfect,' " one that touches on "romantic illusion, body paranoia, lunacy, love, zen and popular culture".
They were simply pointing out that the show – an extraordinary and harrowing fragmentary reflection on domestic abuse – was deliberately staged in a house about 30 minutes from the centre of Edinburgh.
A boat marooned in a sea of shattered Murano glass; a river strewn with decomposing, cremated bodies; a coffin approaching an island of vertiginous cliffs — fragmentary reflections of Venice and foreshadowings of Varanasi stalk Jeff as he makes his way through the Biennale and the boiling city, clutching his three-day vaporetto pass.
It is also characteristic Calasso, whose extravagant admiration and connective intuition makes a book of equal brilliance out of a chain of fragmentary reflections – Walter Benjamin might have called them blinks – beginning and ending with Charles Baudelaire (1821-67), casthes the primary metaphysician of modernity: part-creator, part-revelator, part-enactor of our signature condition.
By Ligaya Mishan May 12 , 2009A boat marooned in a sea of shattered Murano glass; a river strewn with decomposing, cremated bodies; a coffin approaching an island of vertiginous cliffs — fragmentary reflections of Venice and foreshadowings of Varanasi stalk Jeff as he makes his way through the Biennale and the boiling city, clutching his three-day vaporetto pass.
A pictorial: A boat marooned in a sea of shattered Murano glass; a river strewn with decomposing, cremated bodies; a coffin approaching an island of vertiginous cliffs — fragmentary reflections of Venice and foreshadowings of Varanasi stalk Jeff as he makes his way through the Biennale and the boiling city, clutching his three-day vaporetto pass.
Because things come from the One, they are fragmentary reflections of the fullness of that goodness.
In Meme (University of Iowa Press) Susan Wheeler intercuts fragmentary poetic reflection with snatches of vernacular phrasing ("wait I'm not done fucking yet") to explore broken relationships – parental, romantic and with the self.
"The material is so fragmentary," he said, "that we really can't know, and so our differences often are a reflection of different philosophies and experience in research".
The surrounding land slopes, which means that at different places you can see over the top of the disc and appreciate the reflections it makes of trees and sky, or look into the cave-like space it covers, with fragmentary views of the park beyond.
