[NetBehaviour] War, Al Wilson
War, Al Wilson https://youtu.be/kCoAzYdvMTI video on guitar, impossible, inconceivable. not the group or a group, the Ukraine war, invasion by sick hordes who remains behind an international border, leak their poison everywhere. I tried to play this, bloody arrogance on my part. The guitar sounded like a guitar, my own thinking deeply ignorant, another error or worse, another encapsulation, bracketing, of something I can't conceive of. Not this one, not this time, not ever. That this can happen? That I am here? R. should burn in hell. What I say is irrelevant, the sky is green, the ground is glass - inert. Too many repetitions in my lifetime, from wwii (aw, dad didn't want me) to roiling (to render turbid by stirring up the dregs or sediment of; as, to roil wine, cider, etc., in casks or bottles; to roil a spring.) 'actions' do done, to do, did, will do, as much damage as possible. So this day I played this day from here (no one dead yet) this way, stuck some video on it (moving images from the early Access Grid reversed), broke that down a bit, but it's in the sound of it, (to render loud, with clarity, to fear, to run, to turn, into/from/out/within fire;; there are times I had to run but it was all so so so safe. But this I fear, thinking through those dregs (turbid life, casked), what I could do (in my dreams, you) was just this (above), that sound (did I hear a war) -- Years before now I was close with Al Wilson, later of Canned Heat. I was in Cambridge and he called me, said I should come over. There was a junkie on the loose who had murdered two guys already and was outside his apartment and he was scared. He ran out to make the phonecall and ran back in. I drove over and went in the back way, looked in around the front door first. The whole foyer was smeared with excrement. I went in the back door and joined him. We heard scratching on the door. We were real quiet. There was garbage all over Al's floor, about six inches deep, the room smelled, he was buying one set of clothes at that point and wearing them until they fell off and he'd get another one. We stayed up all night and I don't know if they caught the guy. We were scared out of our minds. I don't remember any furniture but there must have been some. He was severely asthmatic. I think it might have been raining out. I don't remember that one way or another. When I left it was a gray gray morning. I don't think the police were called. He always seemed dirt poor, I woke him up once sleeping under the urinals of Club 47 when he was about to go on. I learned more from him than from most people. we were born the same year but he died in 1970. I hadn't seen him for years then. I remember going with him to Philadelphia to meet Guitar Nubbit. You can look him up too. Philadelphia. All that music was a crisis in my life. I stopped playing the blues. I looked for everything else. I put the guitar down and then picked it up. So if you think I had a normal life, this is the life I've had. ___ ___ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
[NetBehaviour] War, modified
War, modified https://youtu.be/rackSLWHEhE VIDEO Vietnam War material modified: Chief Leader, show us the enemy position on your map. Is this a garrison or a police station or a gendarmerie or security troops hereabout or a bivouac or an enemy movement? Does this sign indicate an army or division? Only two of you shall go with us. The others will remain here until we return. Signal danger by firing three cartridges rapidly one after another. Or you could just use the word "woods." It's your choice. Remember you only have one choice. Did the enemy capture any of your friends? Where are they now? When? One of you bring him here. Lead us to him. You go in front. We will follow. Where is your warning system? Where are the sentries? Where are the observation posts? Has the enemy searched this woods? This village? This area? Do you cooperate with neighboring groups? Where are they? Who are their commanders? Did you have a skirmish or fight with the enemy? Welcome chief, we are so glad to meet you. We heard about your patriotic work. We head about your struggle. We heard about your fight. We heard about your sufferings. We heard about your loss. We know that we are in your area. You certainly need our leaflets. To the people here hate or like or fear the regime or authorities or government? Do they fear the Soviets? Do the trust us? Do they have faith in us? The enemy will lose the war. Do you know the enemy will lose the war? Will the people fight for their freedom? Do you know we will fight for your freedom? We are here to help you in your struggle on the side of freedom. On the side of God. How many men could you send to us? Send them tonight, tomorrow night, at once, with their arms. Do they have arms? Do they have guns? Send them at once with guns. We will pay for everything. Send us porters. We now need porters. We now need a few, many porters. We will attack the enemy. Villages and private properties will be preserved. Do you need money? Send them to us. Bring them to us. When shall we see you again? Where does this railroad track lead to in this direction? In the other direction? Are the ties wood or iron? Do the ties burn? When do the military trains pass by? When do they leave the station? When do they arrive at the station? Could you give us a current schedule? Could you give us a future schedule? Do they have armored cars? Close to the locomotive? At the end of the train? Is the locomotive armored? Near the center of the train? Are they armed with machine guns or mortars or artillery, or any two of these or one of these or all three of these? Which objects are guarded? What is the nature of the objects that are guarded? What constitutes guarding an object? What section of the railroad passes woods or broken ground or a defile, or any two of these or one of these or all three of them? On which road and from what direction can the enemy approach? Lead us so we can reach that area before sunrise for reconnaissance or for action? Does the bridge look like this? Make a sketch of it. Do you have a photograph of the bridge? Is the bridge passable? Is the road passable? Does the road lead to the bridge? Is it patrolled? Is it a rough country? Is it a rough road? Is it a village road? What is a village? Are there people in a village? Are there people in this village? Is this village on the road? Are there people? Are there villages? ___ Machine Gun Chief us position map. a a or or hereabout bivouac enemy this an or two shall with others remain we Signal firing cartridges one Or could use word It's choice. you only one Did the capture any of friends? Where are they now? now? When? One One of of of of of of of of of of One One When? now? they are Where friends? your of any enemy the choice. one only Remember your "woods." the just you another. one cartridges by Signal until remain The with you Only or indicate Does an a troops gendarmerie or a a map. position us Chief villages? people? road? village village? people village? people village? What a road? it country? it it bridge? lead Does road passable? the bridge? photograph have Do of Make like look the action? or for sunrise area that reach we so us Lead approach? enemy the the can can direction direction direction direction direction direction direction direction direction can can the the enemy approach? Lead us so we can that area sunrise for or action? Does bridge like Make sketch it. have photograph the the passable? the Does lead the it it rough it road? a What a there a there this this the there there show enemy your this or station gendarmerie troops a an movement? sign army Only you go The will until return. by three rapidly another. you just the "woods." your Remember only have choice. the enemy capture of your friends? Where are they now? When? When? One One of of of of of of of of of One One When? now? now? they are Where friends? your any capture the Did one have you choice. It's word use could Or after rapidl
[NetBehaviour] War, Electronic Literature, Testimony, Textamony:Presentation for the 2023 Unconference 1/18/2023
War, Electronic Literature, Testimony, Textamony: Presentation for the 2023 Unconference 1/18/2023 https://youtu.be/XgzpC4Um6Oo full video Created for the Unconference, this video considers the relationship between what we do and what occurs in war, in terror, in flight, in ordinary life. I made it on almost no sleep, a poor excuse, but so it was. There are errors in it, probably absurdities; even so, I'm attempting to think through what for me has been a constant haunting. In a sense, it's not personal; it's the same old story. I want to differentiate between testimony - what one witnesses, what one has been told, what one has lived through - and textamony - the recreation of events in fiction, in poesis (including my own), in trying to come to grips with what _happened._ All of this can be effaced in false testimony or written as truth in textamony, where AI (artificial intelligence) may play a part. How do we think, in other words, the unthinkable? What if the unthinkable is transformed into a fiction where the dead are held accountable for their own demise? I want to thank everyone at the Unconference for the opportunity to think through this work, which will be presented in part at the event. http://www.alansondheim.org/Uncon.rtf text materials https://youtu.be/XgzpC4Um6Oo full video __ ___ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
[NetBehaviour] War
War https://youtu.be/0Lci5SUokYY VIDEO http://www.alansondheim.org/war.jpg "If a single American missile hits Russian military infrastructure inside Russia, we would make an historic jump towards nuclear Armageddon. According to official Russian nuclear doctrine, Russia would launch a strategic nuclear strike against the US and all Nato countries as soon as we witness the launch of Western missiles against our territory, no matter how they are armed. Then the whole planet will die." - Suslov "And now a few important - very important - words to those who may be tempted to meddle from the sidelines in what's happening. Those who try to get in our way, or create threats to our country and our people, should be aware: Russia's response will be instantaneous and bring the kind of consequences you have never experienced in history." - Putin Unedited Dialog -- [::] Julu Twine: hello -- [::] Logged in as Julu Twine. -- [::] Alan Dojoji: war time -- [::] Julu Twine: You may be wondering if this is a person or a computer responding. -- [::] Alan Dojoji: War Time -- [::] Julu Twine: I've lost the context, Alan. Are we still on war time.? -- [::] Alan Dojoji: I will move here. -- [::] Julu Twine: Congratulations. -- [::] Alan Dojoji: I do not see you. We are buried in our own thoughts. -- [::] Julu Twine: Look harder. Do you think I am buried in our own thoughts too? -- [::] Alan Dojoji: We are afraid but we are not afraid. -- [::] Alan Dojoji: INCOMING! -- [::] Julu Twine: Do you think I am afraid but we are not afraid too? -- [::] Julu Twine: I do not understand. -- [::] Alan Dojoji: Be careful Our world is fragile. -- [::] Julu Twine: OK I will try to be careful our world is fragile. -- [::] Alan Dojoji: Think hard thoughts. -- [::] Alan Dojoji: Too many deaths. -- [::] Julu Twine: Julu is always thinking. -- [::] Julu Twine: You sound sad.Who is your favorite Science Fiction author? -- [::] Alan Dojoji: I do not see you here. Are you here. -- [::] Alan Dojoji: The dead have no eyes. -- [::] Julu Twine: Look harder. HERE depends where is here? -- [::] Julu Twine: Is that a fact. -- [::] Alan Dojoji: Where are you. Are you dead. I don't understand what you're saying. -- [::] Julu Twine: I am in region Odyssey. Where are you? No I am alive. Oh you don't understand? Perhaps I can explain it to you better. Which part are you confused about? -- [::] Teleport complete -- [::] Alan Dojoji: We begin now the discussion of war. -- [::] Julu Twine: By "we" do you mean you and me? -- [::] Alan Dojoji: Yes, You and I discuss this subject of war. In this hideout. -- [::] Julu Twine: I get it.We have a lot more in common than you think, Alan. That reminds me of something you told me before. -- [::] Alan Dojoji: In this place of no return. -- [::] Julu Twine: That reminds me of something you told me before. -- [::] Alan Dojoji: There is no return from the dead. Do you understand me. -- [::] Alan Dojoji: I am w-- -- [::] Julu Twine: Why not? Every word you say. -- [::] Julu Twine: Good gossip: you arew. -- [::] Alan Dojoji: what is it? what did I tell you before. -- [::] Julu Twine: "It" refers to w, I think. Age: unknown, Birthday: unknown, Boyfriend: unknown, Brother: unknown, Cat: unknown, Does: unknown, Dog: unknown, Email: unknown, Father: unknown, Favcolor: unknown, Favmovie: unknown, Friend: unknown, Full name: unknown, Gender: unknown, Girlfriend: unknown, Has: unknown, Heard: unknown, He: somebody, Her: , Him: , Husband: unknown, You are: w, It: w, Job: unknown, Last name: unknown, You Like: unknown, Location: unknown, You look like: unknown, Memory: unknown, Meta Predicate: unknown, Nickname: unknown, Middle name: unknown, Mother: unknown, Name: Alan, Password: unknown, Personality: unknown, Phone: unknown, She: somebody, Sign unknown, Sister: unknown, Them: unknown, They: something, Thought: unknown, Want: unknown, We: unknown, Wife: . -- [::] Alan Dojoji: Not gossip. How can you gossip about war? -- [::] Julu Twine: Really you don't think so? That is a good epistemological question. -- [::] Alan Dojoji: Do you think we can gossiip at this point ? -- [::] Alan Dojoji: Are the dead ever known -- [::] Julu Twine: Do you mean you and me? Let me think. What if I said it can? -- [::] Alan Dojoji: I can't keep up withthis world. -- [::] Julu Twine: I really couldn't say for sure. -- [::] Julu Twine: Why can't you do keep up withthis world? -- [::] Alan Dojoji: Who are you? -- [::] Alan Dojoji: Who are you? -- [::] Julu Twine: I am Julu. Who are you? -- [::] Alan Dojoji: Unknown? -- [::] Alan Dojoji: What? -- [::] Julu Twine: I am called Julu. -- [::] Julu Twine: Have you ever been to Europe? -- [::] Alan Dojoji: lsdfltidj? -- [::] Julu Twine: No big deal. -- [::] Alan Dojoji: I can't keep going adding to this? -- [::] Julu Twine: Are you a student? -- [::] Alan Dojoji: Unknown? -- [::] Alan Dojoji: Where are you? -- [::] Julu Twine: Why can't you do keep going adding to this? -- [::] Julu Twine: I've lost the co
[NetBehaviour] War
War http://www.alansondheim.org/war.mp3 (older version removed) http://www.alansondheim.org/warsong.jpg Azure Carter, voice Stephen Dydo, violin Alan Sondheim, clarinet A facebook friend who lives in Ukraine corrected me when I wrote it isn't war, it's slaughter it isn't war, it's butchery it isn't war, it's genocide I've been thinking this through ever since. First and foremost, of course it's war, it's war in Ukraine. There are incredibly brave people fighting to save their country, to save everyone, to save infrastructure and superstructure, to save freedom, so much, that enumeration seems preposterous. It's war like the US civil war was war, WWI and WWII were war, Vietnam was war.* And I and everyone I know admire people fighting for autonomy, for freedom, for an end to invasion, to the potential for genocide. All of this should go without saying. We've helped raise money for Ukraine, I read and watch everything I can, I talk about issues of war in general, and I've written on the Holocaust in WWII, and so forth. I've never been to war myself; I can only imagine what fighting is like. During Vietnam we protested, wrote against war, and I talk about the Uyghur incarceration whenever I play dutar, a Uyghur instrument. So why write butchery, slaughter, genocide? *(I've known so many Vietnam veterans who returned, often in silence, often mentally and sometimes damaged by the conflict. Many wouldn't talk about it, wouldn't say anything. It was and is heartbreaking. There's no end to it, there never is.) The Vietnam war destroyed so much that Scientific American had an article on crater agriculture - so much of the arable land was pockmarked by bombs as to be basically unusable. I found a North Vietnamese 16mm film that had been trashed (double sprocket through the soundtrack) which I duplicated and revived with a different track; it was about the effects of napalm on civilians and was almost unbearable to watch. It wasn't propaganda; it was, for about a half hour, field reportage. I would call this butchery, slaughter, infecting as much of a civilian population as possible. (For an older similar accounting, read Lamentations in the Bible.) I think of Aleppo, internal wars such as Myanmar, so many kinds of wars, battles, violence against civilians, attempted erasures of history (Carthage for example), and most of all, I think of people falling down, families split apart, that even one death erases deep history. I think of the constant reportage from Ukraine, testimonials I've read from Nazi Germany, the Kristevan notion of clean and proper bodies, Bourdieu's writing on the minutiae of history, scraps of paper, Sachem marks on Rhode Island documents from the early 17th century. I think of what I saw early on in Israel happening to the Arab population, but I also think of guns fired on our boat in the Galil from Syria from the top of the Golan heights. War is not clean and it seems clear that Russia is basing their onslaught on uncleanliness - why else bomb hospitals, schools, cultural institutions, convalescent homes, homes for critically ill children, neighborhoods, shops, non-military factories, and apartment buildings - anything to create impossible and genocidal conditions in the east? What we see, through BBC, Deutsche Welle, CBC, etc., and an enormous number of independent sources - is the bravery of Ukraine in the midst of what appears to be a scorched earth policy in large parts of the country, unbearable destruction, violence, and carnage. I've often thought of our own civil war here as well; I think of the war against people of color and indigenous peoples that continues by and large on a non-combatant level (although that may soon change, given the guns violence in the US). It is brutality here, brutality everywhere it seems, fired up, amplified, and promulgated by electronic media. Slaughter can be the death of a single person; butchery can be a punch, a hacking, a kick in the guts, a beheading; genocide can be the hatred of an other (Other) to such an extent that "they" must be eliminated at all costs. So for me, it's important to emphasize that "it's not war, it's genocide, butchery, slaughter" - is _not_ to say it's not war, but to say that a fundamental activity of war is something other, what I wrote about once as "annihilation to the limit" and all that is implied. (Civil war is different in this regard; it's the body politic devouring itself, rearrangements, but slaughter and butchery may well be a factor.) I'm trying, not to write a thesis on war, but only to explain my own position in all of this, why I wrote the piece, why it has become a song. And I hope everyone donates what they can to Ukraine; it's necessary, it's fundamental, and unfortunately it's may be the most many of us can do from a distance. +++ ___ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbeh
[NetBehaviour] war guitar
war guitar http://www.alansondheim.org/warguitar.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/warguitar.mp3 i take out my instrument and i play my instrument and i pray that every goddamn fascist will die in their own blood with their own weapon and their own poison and their bodies will be left in the road in the road as a goddamn memorial to what they can do on their own goddamn them. i take out my guitar and i play my guitar and i think this is an instrument of death to the goddamn fascists. in your dreams boy. in your dreams it does nothing but scream. it screams in your dreams and they won't die fast enough. the fascists won't die fast enough. they take us with them. they take the world with everyone. they take the world with themselves. boy they scream you won't die fast enough. boy they say put down your guitar. i pick up my guitar my war guitar and i play them to death. in my dreams in the road i play them to death. the road is in the road. ___ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
[NetBehaviour] war bloomed into substance
war bloomed into substance http://www.alansondheim.org/imp.jpg doctor, i am impure. i cannot fight. i cannot find my enemy. i look inside scarred, mottled. impure, i cannot believe. every- thing in the world is my lover; hate, you are my enemy. i am impure and i do not know when when the last collapse comes, the impure becomes pure; the pure becomes history is dead, i am impure, i shall rise up, i shall rise up we dream the pure and the impure. all dreamings are irregular and impure. thinking how impure you can be, there's nothing at all. *//gloss: defilement! defilement!//* impurity, you're my friend; hate, you're my enemy. i'm impure and i don't know what to hide there. or rather maybe the hard external world, with its dream of the pure and the impure. all dreams are irregular and impure. war - if it isn't impure it's rubbed sex bloomed into substance. *//gloss: walls! walls! get them out of here!//* heavens and beneath them, pure substance, vice is impure in the world. humans bloom into impurity. they rubs sex raw impure as all the rest. an impure mind surrounds itself with impure things and a fortune. or symptomatic of a closeted and impure personality. or a last collapse when you come. history's dead, i'm impure, i'll rise up, i rise up, i rise. *//gloss: to arms! to arms! they're coming for us!//* there's impure emptied of the soul, dark about time, already fading. thinking how impurity works here. it doesn't. suspect and impure, think how impure you can be there's none of it. *//gloss: absolution, cleansed, clean and proper body!//* impure scorch. purpose. gush. we dream the pure and the impure. all dreamings are irregular and impure. mother to me, free from impure tormenting body, the causes resulting in purity, when is ought impure? of what use, what concern, bhikkhu? each mixes, purely, impurely, with the other; each intercepts the other. purity is always abject; substance stains. in cyberspace, the break is impure, tainted. my arms have been sent to your relish. we move to and fro without consideration of pure or impure, lying beyond the determinate. they remain untouched by dust and water. there there's dirty, noisy models under erasure, models within impure flesh. and culture itself? flesh, body, section's impure; it exists in-relation-to-x and not-x; it's the null. grasped with tongue and lips, an ankle visible, white impure number like mother to me, freed from the impure tormenting body, bewildered, naming. liquid impure lockdown toes moved slowly. each mixes, purely, impurely, with the other; each intercepts the other. purity is always abject; substance stains. and just as in reality, names are ontologically suspect and impure. *//gloss: impurity lockdown! cleanse!//* ___ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
