Re: FLUXLIST: Secret Fluxus is Ken Friedman
Title: Re: FLUXLIST: Secret Fluxus is Ken Friedman Hi! I’m back at the edge from Australia and I’m going through ALL my eMail. This one stands out and IF secretfluxus takes up the challenge I’d like to be on the (their?) list even as a ‘lurker’ as it would help me a greatly deal i8n joining up some of the FLUXUSdots. Ray _from way out on the edge eMail: [EMAIL PROTECTED] (when the server’s up) On 24/5/04 3:06 PM, "allen bukoff" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: Having had my own heart broken before and in various ways by Fluxus and FLUXLIST, it has been sad to watch Secret Fluxus begin to go through this experience. So I have taken it upon myself to update the Fluxlist website so that no one (hopefully) will ever again mistake FLUXLIST for a serious academic email discussion group ABOUT HISTORICAL FLUXUS. Ken Friedman always wanted this list to be like that. Secret Fluxus seems to have some sort of expectation like this in mind. Well, sorry, kids, but it isn't going to happen. Not on FLUXLIST. I hope we will continue to have the stray thoughtful notice and piece exploring this or that issue about whatever Fluxus was, but I honestly don't think there are enough Fluxus historians and academicians in the world to sustain such a list (and aren't Ken Friedman, Hannah Higgins, Owen Smith, Bertrand Clavez, and a dozen other full and part-time Fluxus historians already emailing each other and wouldn't they have evolved an email discussion list is it was going to be useful to them?). There certainly is enough room on FLUXLIST to accomodate all the serious Fluxus discussions that could ever be held ... but there don't seem to be enough people to ever sustain them. I will make Secret Fluxus the same offer that I have always made Ken Friedman: I will help set you up with your own email discussion list and list server. You can set it up any way you want (moderated/unmoderated, open to the public/invitation only) and create a serious Fluxus email list that would be a credit to Fluxus scholarship. I would love to see someone do this...start a new list. Much easier than trying to whip FLUXLIST into shape. FLUXLIST is . Sorry. Here's what the new FLUXLIST website at http://www.fluxus.org/FLUXLIST/index2.htm now says about FLUXLIST (please note that I have removed all references to the "purpose" of the list): "FLUXLIST is an email discussion group for people who are interested in or attracted to Fluxus. The list includes a wide range of subscribers who post emails about Fluxus and non-Fluxus topics, projects, and other stuff (including the whether)." Very literal. No fancy promises. No statement of purpose. THAT shouldn't break any hearts. I have also removed Ken Friedman's statement of "new beginnings" as that has also proven to be an overly optimistic over-promise on what FLUXLIST delivers. Finally, two projects for secret fluxus or anyone else who wants to make a major contribution: 1. start an academic/serious email discussion group about Fluxus and get it to work to Ken Friedman's satisfaction 2. create a Fluxus bulletin board on the web that posts all known Fluxus, fluxus, fluxus-like activities so we can really see how the Fluxus meme is living and morphing 3. go back through the archives of FLUXLIST and pull out all the serious discussions and issues that HAVE been raised and discussed here (however briefly) and create a sort of academic "best of" document to e
FLUXLIST: BARD COLLEGE
Don just wanted to let you know i had my first crit with KENJI FUJita the one who said he knew you. We talked about it and he said he met you at the young fluxus show in 1982 he was the secretary for the show. He mentioned ken Friedman and how he met you both. Said does he still have a beard and big glasses. SAID no flat top grey hair no beard just thought you might like to know. He also said my work should get somewhat more raw like leave the wax out totally to make a departure from painting I thought that sounded pretty good. let me know what you think.\ crispinDon Boyd <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: Kathy , Meg was running around with Saint Peter so I'm leaving this question for you..."How does one log on to the story...I mean get our two cents worth in? It sounds great! -Don_FREE pop-up blocking with the new MSN Toolbar get it now! http://toolbar.msn.click-url.com/go/onm00200415ave/direct/01/ PLEASE CHECK OUT MY NEW SITE IFYOU ARE INTERESTED www.crispinwebb.com www.crispinwebb.com Do you Yahoo!?Friends. Fun. Try the all-new Yahoo! Messenger
RE: FLUXLIST: HOST: Johannes Auer - Plaid Leaves
Similarly In what sense is Art doing nothing? And Does Art mean the same as the word concept Or should it say Art IS a concept? Or am I being pedantic here? I mean GUYS… In a message dated 6/1/04 3:43:15 PM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: "Art is no question of technology. Art is indifferent to the means of producing art. Art is concept. Art is doing nothing. I like this-do they mean that there is no question that art is technology or the opposite?
RE: FLUXLIST: Nomad Slashes god - Call our entries!
I think the Nomad Slasher may well pay a visit soon i dunno-i just like screwing with the title
Re: FLUXLIST: Nomad Slashes god-send me your Petal Pages
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Re: FLUXLIST: HOST: Johannes Auer - Paid Leave
In a message dated 6/1/04 3:43:15 PM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: "Art is no question of technology. Art is indifferent to the means of producing art. Art is concept. Art is doing nothing. I like this-do they mean that there is no question that art is technology or the opposite?
Re: FLUXLIST: Nomad Slashes god - Call our entries!
i dunno-i just like screwing with the title
FLUXLIST: HOST: Johannes Auer - Paid Leave
New Media Scotland presents a new project for HOST: Johannes Auer - Paid Leave http://www.mediascot.org/host An online archive of Johannes Auer's investigations into his and other people's experiences and perceptions of 'free time'. At the beginning of the 1990s an art strike was proclaimed by the Neoists (Stuart Home et al). The aim of this art strike was to "demolish serious culture". Perhaps such a notion was a product of its time. Still relevant is the need to reflect upon the artist's function and situation in society. The biggest unknown is the influence of free time on the artistic process. The aim of this project is to explore the impact of the artist's free time on his creativity. Therefore it is very important that the free time given is paid and not only 'blank' time. Extract from 'Manifesto for the Art of Doing Nothing' "Art is no question of technology. Art is indifferent to the means of producing art. Art is concept. Art is doing nothing. All past centuries knew an active and a passive state of being - a vita activa and a vita contemplativa - pottering around and contemplation. Warrior and monk, politician and philosopher. Indeed, the whole digital revolution owes everything to acting and resting, off and on, the one and the zero. But we exploited this antagonism, printed it on circuit boards and, in a state of permanent global-capital-restlessness, forgot what our mobile phone and PDA are really based upon." Johannes Auer (aka Frieder Rusmann), net artist and curator, lives in Stuttgart, Germany. He started creating net literature and art projects in 1996, for example: Wertschoepfung / Creation of Value, 2002; Log-Book of a Common Journey, 2002; concrete_maschine (TM), 2003; The Famous Sound of Absolute Wreaders, ORF Kunstradio Wien, 2003. 'Paid Leave' was made possible by a residency during April and May 2004 at the Visual Research Centre, Dundee Contemporary Arts, part of the European Media Artist-in-residence Exchange (EMARE). Supported by the School of Television & Imaging, University of Dundee; Dundee Contemporary Arts; New Media Scotland. HOST is a space on the New Media Scotland web site dedicated to projects by artists. 21 projects have been presented since 2000. Earlier projects also available to view on HOST feature a range of Scottish and international artists including Beverley Hood, Beagles & Ramsay, Mike Stubbs, slateford, Katrina McPherson & Simon Fildes, *candy factory, Luci Eyers, Dane, Torsten Lauschmann, Lindsay Perth, Claude Closky and Roshini Kempadoo. For further information contact: -- New Media Scotland P.O. Box 23434, Edinburgh EH7 5SZ Tel. +44 131 477 3774 [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.mediascot.org --
Re: FLUXLIST: badgers!. "On Wisconsin"!
Thank you to Badgergirl & A1 Waste Paper for the pro-badger posts and the Wisconsin Badgers web sites-- the Wolverines of University of Michigan to the east are--deadly foes of ours in sports--as are the Gophers of U of Minnesota, to our west-- as the song says, led of course by Bucky Badger, the mascot--ferocious forward striding Red shirted Badger-- "On Wisconsin"! FREE pop-up blocking with the new MSN Toolbar get it now!
Re: FLUXLIST: Woman Smashes Dog - Call Flour Sentries!
(Please add to the story wherever you see fit, add your name at the front and post it.) "Man Bites Dog" 42-page book made of fur, teeth, skin and bones Kathy Forer, Roger Stevens, Michael Leigh, Alan fffo, badgergirl, Carol Starr, Suse, Allan R. The Story So Far Fourteen wolverines and one lap dog chase a badger. But the badger is too fast and burrows beneath a paintbrush stuck in a stone. In the burrow are mushrooms and grain. The badger makes a broth ambrosia of the green grain and mushrooms and is soon asleep. The badger is dreaming... In the dream there are no wolverines or lap dog because the badger was really awakened by the artist removing the paintbrush from the stone to begin painting for the morning. Little does the artist realize that the badger is in the burrow. Once the badger (a strange name for a badger some would say) is reassured as to its safety and breakfast is under way in the burrow; ambrosia of green grain and mushrooms with the added delight of mini marshmallows! The day is going well, but what was that strange sound? Thunder and a police siren suddenly mix with satisfied snoring. The badger jumps from his spot thinking his borough has imploded. When he hears the rain on the stone above, he realizes electricity is still working, washes his face and soon falls back deep asleep. He dreams of a sitting on a five bar gate in Shinaniki Da. It's 1932 and Tom Thumb, the Topsy Turvy talking automaton has just opened the Cough Drop Shop in the village which badger can see from where he sits. The baked Potato man wanders by trying to see his wares. "Piping hot King Edwards!" he shouts as he wafts the steam from his portable oven perched precariously on one-legged wheel-barrow. "Juicy Jerseys covered in ketchup!" Badger asks the baked Potato Man if he has any crispy potato peelings in batter. " No, but I have these fine Cheshire New potatoes in gravy " he smiles, proffering the steamy morsel which suddenly grows two eyes and leering mouth and cackles most horribly! Hours later, Once, the badger, is awakened by the noise of wood against stone. It is night and the lap dog is yapping. The wolverines have surrounded the stone and are chanting an incantation. The badger doesn't breathe, not a whisker moves. Neither up nor down, although suspense is acrostic. After a paws of several minutes the badger quickly whips out his cross-stitched magic asbestos underpants and pulls them on ferociously. Once flings open the serving hatch and grabs the vial of sacred weasel water and makes a dot for the burrow entrance and confronts the seething mass of writhing wolverines squirming around the stone which is now glowing with a strange phosphorescent throb! 1 It was a dense night. Stumble patterns and brave yapping set apart the party of owl elves and gnome mimics as they writhe and chase and spurn the undergrowth around the latest beige badger silting. In the brave distance behoves the strange and incandescent foreshadows of wolverines and greenish melon lights upon the substantial forest fare. Young Zonograph, the tallest owl elf snuffed his warps harp and muttered -- I can hear a badger. The badger is in trouble. I scents wolverines. Hurry there is no stone unready ton roll upturned in this lackadaisical pre-momentary of the word fandango. Meanwhile, or to be more precisereiouseless, high on hill stood a lonely man with a goathead, his fixedinterestrate stare directeddyboyhoodlesservilely at the burning black belching smokestacks of the town beyong the wolverine woods. The sound of a suddenly snuffeforadicalcified warps harp, brought memories back for Ludwig Hat, erstwhile butler and badger baiterribleedinglendervish of Vincent and Cara Van Hire. Ludwig stood immobile, imshelle and intexacoe, for Ludwig had been brained by falling groceries, dropped from almost a mile overhead and one mile and eight inches over shoulder, a result of the splitting of a cheap carrier pigeon on it's way home. Forcing his gaze downward Ludwig was horrified, not only had his part of the story not managed to settle on a definite form, not only did it lack content but now to his disgust he found that he had been rendereducededicateddyboyfriended by a tangerine!!! He couldn't even get that right. Ludwig crossed his eyes and dotted his teeth, relaxed and floated up, through the roof of his own mouth. Long and complicated wordadditions, he thought, canwearyoudownifyournot careful, and so he resolved to be more carefulinfuture. Win Cent the Magnificent and Cara, however, were seriously considering calling Sister Meg and entering into the fray. Sister Meg O'Lomania was after all acrostic champion frigidaire and good at getting badgers up and down and out of trees (and wolverines out of toasters for that matter.) Lap dogs she had no time for as their batteries always seemed to run out in the middle of a sent bottle of enormous palcritude. His eyes dilated and shuf
Re: FLUXLIST: Woman Smashes Dog - Call Flour Sentries!
Whaddya think? Kathy? It's your baby... hmmm, my baby's all growed up and on its own. I'm inclined to see it live and die on the list, as attention spans are short and specific requests difficult to schedule, whereas adding to something right in front of you is easy enough. Maybe people are fed up already. Maybe the story is nearly done. Unless something is a dear insistent anywhere anytime thing, it tends to be forgotten or lost in a shuffle. Taking the story off-list would make it more precious. Or too precious? As for crediting individual writers for specific parts, whoo, I see no reason, it would require dissection. Perhaps a credited list of characters or terms introduced would substitute. A nice 42 page book ...nice! I can get rid of line-wrapping. So far it's 2,236 words, 13,234 characters. Maybe we can illustrate it. Bueller? xx, Kathy
FLUXLIST: Theo Breuer
Does anyone have any contact info for Theo Breuer? Thanks, John __ Dr. John M. Bennett Curator, Avant Writing Collection Rare Books & Manuscripts Library The Ohio State University Libraries 1858 Neil Av Mall Columbus, OH 43210 USA (614) 292-3029 [EMAIL PROTECTED] www.johnmbennett.net ___
RE: FLUXLIST: Woman Smashes Dog - Call Flour Sentries!
Had a thought about this story... We could continue it off-list (in case anyone's getting fed up with it by now) Someone requests a turn - it goes to them - then to the next person and so on. When it's finished we can make it into a nice 42 page book and send anyone who wants one a copy. Whaddya think? Kathy? It's your baby... I'd be happy to put it all together? Hugs Roger Visit The Poetry Zone http://www.poetryzone.co.uk -Original Message- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of michael leigh Sent: 01 June 2004 07:36 To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: Re: FLUXLIST: Woman Smashes Dog - Call Flour Sentries! --- michael leigh <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > --- Allan Revich <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > (Please add to the story wherever you see fit, add > > your name at the > > front and post it.) > > > > "Man Bites Dog" 42-page book made of fur, teeth, > > skin and bones > > > > Kathy Forer, Roger Stevens, Michael Leigh, Alan > > fffo, badgergirl, Carol > > Starr, Suse,Allan R. > > > > The Story So Far > > > > Fourteen wolverines and one lap dog chase a > badger. > > But the badger is > > too fast and burrows beneath a paintbrush stuck in > a > > stone. In the > > burrow are mushrooms and grain. The badger makes a > > broth ambrosia of the > > green grain and mushrooms and is soon asleep. > > > > > > The badger is dreaming that it was just a dream, > > there are no wolverines > > or lap dog because the badger was really awakened > by > > the artist removing > > the paintbrush from the stone to begin painting > for > > the morning. Little > > does the artist realize that the badger is in the > > burrow. Once the > > badger (a strange name for a badger some would > say) > > is reassured as to > > its safety and breakfast is under way in the > burrow; > > ambrosia of green > > grain and mushrooms with the added delight of mini > > marshmallows! > > > > The day is going well, but what was that > > strange sound? Thunder and a police siren mix with > > snoring. The badger > > jumps from his spot thinking the stone has > imploded. > > When he hears the > > rain on the stone above, he realizes the > electricity > > is still working, > > washes his face and soon falls back deep asleep. > > > > Hours later, Once, the badger, is awakened by the > > noise of wood against > > stone. It is night and the lap dog is yapping. The > > wolverines have > > surrounded the stone and are chanting an > > incantation. The badger doesn't > > breathe, not a whisker moves. Neither up nor down, > > although suspense is > > acrostic. After a paws of several minutes the > badger > > quickly whips out > > his cross-stitched magic asbestos underpants and > > pulls them on > > ferociously. Once flings open the serving hatch > and > > grabs the vial of > > sacred weasel water and makes a dot for the burrow > > entrance and > > confronts the seething mass of writhing wolverines > > squirming around the > > stone which is now glowing with a strange > > phosphorescent throb! > > > > 1 > > > > It was a dense night. Stumble patterns and brave > > yapping set apart the > > party of owl elves and gnome mimics as they writhe > > and chase and spurn > > the undergrowth around the latest beige badger > > silting. In the brave > > distance behoves the strange and incandescent > > foreshadows of wolverines > > and greenish melon lights upon the substantial > > forest fare. > > > > Young Zonograph, the tallest owl elf snuffed his > > warps harp and muttered > > - I can hear a badger. The badger is in trouble. I > > scents wolverines. > > Hurry there is no stone unready ton roll upturned > in > > this lackadaisical > > pre-momentary of the word fandango. > > > > Meanwhile, or to be more precisereiouseless, high > on > > hill stood a lonely > > man with a goathead, his fixedinterestrate stare > > directeddyboyhoodlesservilely at the burning black > > belching smokestacks > > of the town beyong the wolverine woods. The sound > of > > a suddenly > > snuffeforadicalcified warps harp, brought memories > > back for Ludwig Hat, > > erstwhile butler and badger > > baiterribleedinglendervish of Vincent and > > Cara Van Hire. > > > > Ludwig stood immobile, imshelle and intexacoe, for > > Ludwig had been > > brained by falling groceries, dropped from almost > a > > mile overhead and > > one mile and eight inches over shoulder, a result > of > > the splitting of a > > cheap carrier pigeon on it's way home. Forcing his > > gaze downward Ludwig > > was horrified, not only had his part of the story > > not managed to settle > > on a definite form, not only did it lack content > but > > now to his disgust > > he found that he had been > > rendereducededicateddyboyfriended by a > > tangerine!!! He couldn't even get that right. > > > > Ludwig crossed his eyes and dotted his teeth, > > relaxed and floated up, > > through the roof of his own mouth. Long and > > complicated wordadditions, > > he thought, canwearyoudown
