Re: Puzzle of a Downfall Child
thx peter. and it is on dvd.. i just watched it last night.. try video search of miami by the looks of this disc, it came from there or a similiar service.. its a total burn job, with a printed sticker. It has french subtitles, i mean you can't turn them off. its from some lost euro vhs. the big attraction of this film for me is Viveca Lindfors. I cannot get enough of her earlier work, mainly the 60's early seventies stuff.. amazing actress. and hard to find these films. - Original Message - From: Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tuesday, January 24, 2006 5:41 PM Subject: Re: Puzzle of a Downfall Child Wonderful. Missed that in the 70's. Wish it was on DVD. -Peter ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tue, 24 Jan 2006 15:49:01 -0800 Subject: Puzzle of a Downfall Child Puzzle of a Downfall Child Living in a state of grace must Be a matter of perception's Sharpening the mask the Way a trimming hook winds Mr. Wong Winds Uwe who was once A sculptress in another life These are the Damned And now your red beehive Convertible is hot for men Like the ethereal doctor And where your screaming Gorgonic gasp-fish blew The soothing straightjacket Of the beach playing castanets I only remember your face Passing into oblivion As if a garden of screeching Had finally laid down A heavy yellow liquid mule written while remembering Jerry Schatzberg's 1970 film, Puzzle of a Downfall Child
Portrait of the Artist as a Face' Bruta Curiositas
for Georges-Louis LeClerc and the Comte de Buffon in memory of their Pickled Monsters 1749 from Histoire naturelle. Portrait of the Artist as a Face' Bruta Curiositas Sequestered w/i His Own Face' Bruta Curiositas-Kabinett.. http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/images/netart/test1.mov (13Mgs)
Re: From Bjørn Magnhi1døen (Waiting for your respo nse)
Why do I have things in my mind like certain frenchman like amputee girls? Why not italians, or frenchwomen, or Phoenixians? Why not the gentle folk of Alabama? Why not people everywhere? Gentle love swims through all these lands and makes a house like a buboe for small drink. Small drink told me something today: The body is the body, and the soul is the soul, and when you can't stand it no more, you gots to go.. an small drink didnt say: Empress beards they float so holy.. or plz, pleez, babeee lemonade... ugly is from ugga beauty, bellus what did the phoenixians say? Sanchoniathon, a Phoenician author, who if the fragments of his works that have reached us be genuine, and if such a person ever existed, must be regarded as the most ancient writer of whom we have any knowledge after Moses. As to the period when be flourished, all is uncertain. He is the author of three principal works, which were written in Phoenician. They were translated into the Greek language by Herennius Philo, who lived in the second century A.D. It is from this translation which we obtain all the fragments of Sanchoniathon that have reached our times. Philo had divided his translation into nine books, of which Porphyry made use in his diatribe against the Christians. It is from the fourth book of this lost work that Eusebius took, for an end directly opposite to this, the passages which have come down to us. And thus we have those documents relating to the mythology and history of the Phoenicians from the fourth hand. Sanchoniathon makes mention of a history which he once wrote upon the worship of the serpent. The title of this work, according to Eusebius, was Ethothion, or Ethothia. old norse and late latin are scabs and thin like Captain Cook leaf mulch but there's a sense in a sense that the same particles can do different things beauties and hadrons. oh i don't know they're all sites of production did you hear about the lion vs 40 midget fight in cambodia? 20 midgets dead and the government got half the ticket price.. http://www.newturfers.com/mwf/attach/38/355838/BBCNEWSWorldLionMutilates42MidgetsinCambodianRing-Fight.htm La Strada by Nino Rota
Re: gift - QuickTime video
my thing lately is too use the word vagina, or to think of the vagina as a symbol for the concept of kunstwollen (cuntswollen) ie the mistaken isness of desire as needing an object, ie "drawing" a lame conjurors trick, but your vagina had this nice buddhist liminality, it appeared between the fingers and somehow represented a non-libidinal spiritual eroticism of form as "becoming information" ie the eroticism of plants.. but not just plants, but a kind of solar-lotus-bud, an illuminated budding.. or budding (buddhing of illumination) buddi-bud lum-lumi that was good stuff bro. and i dug the courbet-ingre looking stuff too.. and did you notice in my hangul-wolf piece the mention of the "half woman" which totally reflected your composition.. she was only there from the torso up.. and the wolf poem which was a weird find, a tenth century "mannerist" arabic poet had a similiar dismemberment.. i love it.. what it means? wah? http://morocco.poetryinternational.org/cwolk/view/21695 I'm not allowed to buy booksfor now but check this out: http://www.cambridge.org/us/catalogue/catalogue.asp?isbn=0521522927 - Original Message - From: Lewis LaCook To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Monday, January 23, 2006 6:28 AM Subject: Re: gift - QuickTime video ---i'm glad someone else saw a vagina there too...thought i was just being too scorpio...lovel *** ||http://www.lewislacook.org||sign up now! poetry, code, forums, blogs, newsfeeds... Yahoo! Photos Showcase holiday pictures in hardcoverPhoto Books. You design it and well bind it!
Re: The Tale of Gordon Bremsstrahlung and Bitter Cherry
heh, Gordon certainly has a bit of a Ciccariello look to it.. thx Peter. I think the under-image was an experimental plasma etcher. There's a black Attic Gorgo plate reduction and what is that lady, a Tissot maybe.. not sure where I got the snake lady or Gordon and the actual equation for Bremsstrahlung radiation is splayed vertically across bitter cherry, i think, though it may have been to long and i used some further derivation.. bitter cherry was total trance-pasting have no idea what most of is, except for the herbal image namesake and a few cute word forms, autille and xaiki, which i took as a petit auteur or like someversion of pastille those pills that make an image when you throw them in water (do you know the scene and novel i mean? hehe) and xaiki seemed like shaky.. and there's a child's drawing of a cat-erpillar which i thought was just so sweet a way to express iconism but you can barely tell its a cat.. also the reason i put the matheme expression vertically was to create that crescent shape. i saw a map which had a picture of the fertile crescent and it seemed meaningful that it had an actual sort of symbolic form to it, you know, not like ohio or something, but actually seemed kind of a mythic echo of the moon, a kind of lunargraphic demiurgo a fecundating stain, or some form of holographic burn.. hard to articulate like a petri-dish idea, anyway irrelevant or ontic, but that's the kind of junk that goes into it.. thanks Peter.. lq - Original Message - From: Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Saturday, January 21, 2006 11:39 PM Subject: Re: The Tale of Gordon Bremsstrahlung and Bitter Cherry Wildly excellent! -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Sat, 21 Jan 2006 09:42:21 -0800 Subject: The Tale of Gordon Bremsstrahlung and Bitter Cherry [two minis] The Tale of Gordon Bremsstrahlung... http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/images/collages/gordon.jpg [Gordon?] Bitter Cherry http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/images/collages/bittercherry.jpg [Prunus Emarginata: kilobug autille]
Comme Portes Dans Un Ovale Haletant
Comme Portes Dans Un Ovale Haletant Les Poupees Claustrophobes Sommeil dans les marais Augmentation avec de l'eau dégoûtants. Sommeil à l'air Des moustiques ronflant Arrangement d'extraits de grue Vers le bas dans les roseaux tordus Une balise bleue Jettera sa barbe négligente La rudesse de l'oppression Bords de la Somme À qui lacunes s'entrepénètrant Dissolvez leurs surfaces assassinées Présentez un bec parfait À qui poupée est un non a muré le prisme Trenez les coeurs propres des oiseaux Et lavez les briques huileuses là où ce Marais bleu rassemblement un savon épineux Pour cette fabrique de conserves Les poupées argentées de toux
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Re: gift - QuickTime video
it kind of took on the qualities of a sea-creatyrr for me and seem to express some form of alienation, made me think of Brecht's concept of the Verfremdung which has its parallels in poetics theory (can't think of the word) make it strange by verfremdung i get a sense of the hand's alienation from the body and then there is the moment when the space between the fingers became a kind of illuminated vagina which made me think of both post-strucuralism in the sense of one series abruptly generating a different series by a change in perspektiv but it also made me think of the Hinayâna Sarvâstivâdin of the infinite momentary dharmas we assemble into intelligibility and of ignorance as cause, the whole panoply of buddhist references coming out of that hand as a mudra but a floppy mudra moving between series and Mary herself like a chimera of 19th century painting like an echo of Courbet but blurred to become a sphinx of optics, something verging on the melting subconscious forms of Redon though not melancholic almost sarcastic the cocky polysemous? there is a kind of chickenhouse quality to it as well holding up the claw it even looks like a chicken foot at one point anyhow some short circuiting duhkha // a chariot axle not working quite right the hand a hydra in the foreground a shimmering emblem of changeable appearance a Vertumnus-Mudra in the background the stable authentic ground of 'Mary or Maybe its Just lewis Monkeying w/ the camera :) - Original Message - From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Saturday, January 21, 2006 1:28 PM Subject: Re: gift - QuickTime video not sure how this is to be 'read' but it's beautiful - the hand looks a lot like a child's and i found myself moving through a number of narratives simultaneously - alan On Sat, 21 Jan 2006, Lewis LaCook wrote: http://www.lewislacook.org/netcinema/gift.mov for Mary QuickTime video, 2006 1 minute 38 seconds 5.88 MB *** ||http://www.lewislacook.org|| sign up now! poetry, code, forums, blogs, newsfeeds... - Yahoo! Photos Ring in the New Year with Photo Calendars. Add photos, events, holidays, whatever. For URLs, DVDs, CDs, books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt . Contact: Alan Sondheim, [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED] General directory of work: http://www.asondheim.org .
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Re: Hypergraphic Love Poem
I like that page turning software magik, but the first time i saw that was here http://www.mfah.org/microsites/IU/inverted_utopias_website/ this site is about the Venezuelan avant-garde group El Techo de la Ballena, and also Vincente do Rego Monteiro.. I would like to know more about these folks. lq - Original Message - From: John M. Bennett To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tuesday, January 17, 2006 5:02 AM Subject: Re: Hypergraphic Love Poem Wonderful to see these things, Lucio - e o portugues nao e problema para mim -JohnAt 05:44 PM 1/16/2006, you wrote: You don't ask twice, pal!Here you get:Unfortunately almost everything in Portuguese. Read between the letters!http://www.arteria8.net/ I think I already posted it here before 'cus it is from 03 but it is growing! A magazine which has almost 30 years in paper, now reaches the net. I am in the middle, try to find it...http://www.cronopios.com.br/mnemozine/ - Lovely work with Flash by the master of this technique, as far as I see, Pipol. I am also there, with a poem which could be read in English:who? / this woman/ who has me/ inside her / almost every day (quem? essa mulher/que me tem/dentro dela/quase todo dia)You may find something also at www.file.orgPlanning to show a little bit more this year. For the time on I need the hell of a cable to conect my Mini DV to computer and copy some images of my last performance... I am trying to get to it.all the bestLucio BROn 1/16/06, mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Lucio, great to have you back on the list. Send us some links of things you've been working on. I wish I could figure out how to make the piece a lot smaller in file size, but more compression flattened everything it lost the effect of layers of light. ~mIEKAL On Jan 16, 2006, at 4:18 PM, Lucio Agra wrote: Not only the images are great, but the sound... w! Greetings aND! Dear fellows How did I miss you... Your messages were stuck in my old mailbox for almost 2 semesters. Now I was able to have you back (or me, back with you) and it makes me so glad! Cheers to all Lucio BR PS: Many thanks to John Bennet and Alan Sondheim. On 1/15/06, mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Writing a light poem with our new Lumix cameranight equals lightobscure flamingo can-can for three legged dancinga love poem for Camille. (35mb) http://driftlessmedia.com/movies/hypergraphic_love_poem.mov __Dr. John M. BennettCurator, Avant Writing CollectionRare Books Manuscripts LibraryThe Ohio State University Libraries1858 Neil Av MallColumbus, OH 43210 USA(614) 292-3029[EMAIL PROTECTED]www.johnmbennett.net___
Re: 2 John Bennett: WW
i think you've got the wrong guy! check Kostelanitz's Dictionary of the Avant-Garde for Clarification.. write John? lq - Original Message - From: mwp [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tuesday, January 17, 2006 8:18 AM Subject: 2 John Bennett: WW JB, do you mind sharing a story or two about the writer William Wantling? I'm reading up on the guy and am curious to get more info. You mention that you connected with him here: http://www.rattle.com/rattle11/poetry/jbennett.html so I thought there might be more to the story you could tell. m
Said Comanini to Vertumnus
Il grottesco non meno anche vale quando in far una cosa un'altra prende. Quindi i concetti so si oscuri e chiari ch'usciti paion fuor dal gran caosse. -from G.P. Lomazzo's "Rime ad imitazione de grotteschi" [Milan, 1587] and to thesad icastic music of nods and tongueless motions those men in the Roman sewers sang as they dragged the stone head of Constantine like a mop through the labyrinth of wastes and to the sad music I have sang after weaving a shit-christ whose dreaming brain and eyes of artificial maggots were tiny machines which might gather into a copulating tentacle like the rays of the image itself like Davinci's Scaramuccia looking tenderly upon Quarles' Phaneronomikon at 5:54 pm, 1-16-06 and the moon is still the severed head of King Solipsis where oceans of Senatorial brain sperm join in the congress of the chaotic umwelt of the obliterated boundary of natura/cultura and make a cultus of nature a clockwork orange which defies banality judgement taste or is this simply the presentation of an obscure invisible knot a fabric of adorable improbabilities deformis formositas ac formosa deformitas I declare a New Middle Ages, one which is pierced by a New Renaissance as inTebaldi's The Blinding of Polyphemus Otake up your monstrous Pan-pipes, blind Polyphemus, and blow, you are healed!
1st-ave-machine
if you launch then go into the projects section some pretty interesting qt work is avail. http://www.1st-ave-machine.com/
Lau Tzukalski's Jade Chin Dragon
tzermatismeng: Lau Tzukalski's Jade Chin Dragon Fountain http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/images/collages/tzermatisme.jpg
Re: 4/365
had to try it out.. :) In those days Noel and I had built the largest wooden skateboard ramp (with decks) that we could find reference to. His dad was an ex-convict doctor who had planted rows of marijuana like corn in a drug fueled haze. Kit helped us build it. His dad was a one-armed alcoholic who had lost his arm in an industrial meat grinder in the family business as a teen, but Kit's dad was brilliant and designed solar energy heating systems. Shelly was gang-raped after she snorted X at a Fraternity party. She wasn't really raped, but she regretted her actions. She attempted suicide on the roof of the building where it happened. One of the boys saved her life. Justin's wealthy family lived in an ultra-modern round walled house. His dad collected real samurai swords and we played Dungeons and Dragons there, and watched the Night Flight classic J Men. He was instantly decapitated in a car accident.
Araucaria araucana
some say social knowlede attenuation is lemur pine monkey kind Carthage Flaubert defies lizard cat Paduan in bamboo tiger thicket some what enter woven knot come out dog forth width Foospiral superimposed itself on southeast district Monkey Puzzle cryptomundi tiger-dog pine shadow rustling Gibralter conifer glyptic jade bypath curio true gold curio comparisons colossal green chrysanthemum headed lemur-lion of true curio society whose weight in gold is a complicated starkness a proportional skeleton gnawed by pine-quilled hogs in a porcupine-quiled non-explanation of our birth results dogs this morose golden tiger-monkey-bamboo whose complacent conifer is Araucaria araucana, Father Pine of Alvaro, the man in charge of the slaughtering and butchering, who told me that it was his horse that had been killed and that now each family would buy meat from him to take to the Nguillatun.
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How come? -OK, there are two mirrors reflecting each other endlessly I like this alot Bjorn, though I would remind you of the Edogawa Rampo story The Hell of Mirrors i also liked -So everything has to stop to be an experience? -When it is an experience it has stopped though it is and isnt a simplification, there are discret experiences, but there is the woff and weft, leitmotiv, return, structure of memory etc, partical and wave baby, think of it this way siamese clones connected by hyperfine transdimensional neo-umbilicals yes? you mustnt believe the [what is the term] exarchy of representation the field is continuous - Original Message - From: Bjørn Magnhildøen [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Saturday, January 14, 2006 11:28 AM -Since everything passes, how is it there are experiences? -What experiences are you talking about? -So what do you make of the alarm going off right now? -In each moment I don't hetar anything -But isn't it right that in each moment you hear the alarm? -But then how would you know if it stopped or not? -If it stopped I wouldn't hear anything -But isn't it so that when it stops you hear it? -So everything has to stop to be an experience? -When it is an experience it has stopped -So where are the changes and the difference between sense impressions? -It's a calculation, like 7-5=2 -So 2 is an experience? -2 is an abstract number -What is this dialogue? -It didn't take place -How can we learn anything? -You're getting deeper in the shit -How come? -OK, there are two mirrors reflecting each other endlessly -I see -Well, if you saw them they wouldn't -I see -If you do you don't
xaubertraume
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Re: Chary Ode to an Apocalyptic Sandbox
i don't know man.. i wrote a whole long response but whatever the informational uncanny nuff said - Original Message - From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Thursday, January 12, 2006 8:40 AM Subject: Re: Chary Ode to an Apocalyptic Sandbox You have an uncanny relationship to information; of course I didn't 'pull' out of the work what you intended. Can you say something about this (i.e. information, not pulling), for that matter magic(k) or the spiritual which seems to inform these pieces (btw I don't mean spiritual in the new-age sense)? - thanks, Alan
Jose Lezama Lima's Mule
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SEARCHING FOR GRAVIES
Donna Kuhn made this poem from a back channel conversation we've been having including some poems from myself. SEARCHING FOR GRAVIES o elizabeth was an orphan and her fictions were charred and arbitrary not orphans of birds at hitlers feet, our machine cars bit cigars the coal is proud and spams my mail sockets watch the offended and swaddling blinking bird hand painted art has slanderous hands bird insect a lazy asshole fish and hear your mind misanthropic boring cherubs the foot with the new lantern trumpet brain, never ending mule-socks twilight is mean, 10 birds mending berries wrong canvas music, bird is here hand more rabbits to childhoods chicken cherubs humanity heaves and munches a square never-ending dugong cabinet lazy skeletons, fascination, hell lace orphan lanterns, paper throws the genius water chicken bit thru empty berries like birds paper asshole bloody eye munching ekphrastic spam ears are hand painted for hitlers canvas your foot is red and feels coal skeletons mother is talking with the humans boring insect face hitler is in rows he is a giant and he tied our skis little eye music scolded my stubbed morning childhoods chains are one carthapian fig-muscled berry lines find your text cigars said the spam gravies beardless and tired of fan mail wolfskin bird, mail your childhood a bone morning morning sleeping disturbingly take your vendors non-existence your arbitrary mind somewhere the mountains wrestle your eye berries humanity, well, the breaks be hell i hear youre finding humans in the cabinet bad policy ceramic, get fish chains not published beardless pages of twilight music face the lace heave brain, dragging berries bird
Re: two films for large projection
oh yes of course, but the vehicle is a virtual automaton, implying (to me only perhaps) the horrific yet wondrous automatism of those vectors.. i think Bellmer's libidinous poupee reaches into the same manifold, the enigmatic drives of representation and desire and these images do seem cathartic (not personally so, per se) to me which in some strange dreamworld of my own design snuggles up to some possibly rogue sense of apotropaicism though what use that sense is, is quite debatable.. the compactifaction (as a sense of effigy) of all the terrors went before us as an omen, a doll, twisting within the silent schreamata the filmic copulation an objectification of the copula, the 'is' of mistaken language, that 'babel-as-desiring-machine' which 'draws' forth the 'action' of the 'plague' as a 'praxis' within the inertia of determination.. and from Wolfgang Kayser a nod to the Grotesque, which these surely are: In spite of all the helplessness and horror inspired by the dark forces which lurk in and behind our world and have power to estrange it, the truly artistic portrayal effects a secret liberation. The darkness has been sighted, the ominous powers discovered, the incomprehensible forces challenged. And thus we arrive at a final interpretation of the grotesque: AN ATTEMPT TO INVOKE AND SUBDUE THE DEMONIC ASPECTS OF THE WORLD. in praise lq - Original Message - From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tuesday, January 10, 2006 7:18 PM Subject: Re: two films for large projection Thanks, I've been working fairly small for the Web, like your image as well. It's not Belmer that's inspiring me, it's the violence of war and the annihilation of space-time by desire, momentarily, nothing holds - - Alan For URLs, DVDs, CDs, books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt . Contact: Alan Sondheim, [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED] General directory of work: http://www.asondheim.org .
Desengaño
Desengaño In order to ascertain just how wide-ranging thisnew form of play was, the semantic realm of theword Desengaño should be examined. The word isvitually untranslatable today, due to its complexity.It is the opposite of the word engaño (error, illusion,charm, deception, hoax, trickery, pretence) andcovers a vast territory that ranges from 'discovery'(as in 'discover a deception'), 'disillusion' or'disenchantment' to nuances such as 'disappointment'and 'sadness'. The eighteenth-century Spanish dictionarygave the word three principle meanings, all related:Desengaño. s.m.Luz de verdad, conocimiento del error con que se sale delengaño. Lat. Erroris cognitio.[The light of truth, the exposing of the error that helps dispelthe charm.]Desengaño. Se llama tambien el objeto que exercita aldesengaño. Lat. Quod erroris cognitionem excitat.[It also means by which we discover a deception.]Desengaño. Vale assimismo claridad que se dice a otro,echandole la falta en la cara. Lat. Proprum libere dicterum.[Can also be used to mean a truth we have told another bythrowing an error in his face]It was as part of this relative polysemantism that eighteenth-centurymoral literature used the word. An eloquent testimony to this isFather Feyjoo's collected essays intitled 'Universal critical theatreor diverse discourses of all kinds to be used for the exposing ofcommon errors' (Teatro critico universal o discursos varios detodo genero de materias para el desengaño communes errores, 1725-8).Goya's etchings also work in the same way. Thus in the inscriptionon the frontispiece to the 'Dreams' the author specifies that theiraim is to 'banish (desterrar) harmful, vulgar beliefs and to perpetuatein this work of caprices the solid testimony of truth'. The advertisementin the Diario de Madrid, on the other hand, speaks of 'the censure of humanerror and vices' (censura de los errores y vicios humanos). In the self-portaitfrontispiece to the final series Goya includes additional elements from his ownauthorial mise en scène. He places himself, as we have seen, in a dualposition: on the one hand, he is a desengañado ( a disappointed, disenchantedperson), 'sad' and 'contemptuous', and, on the other, a desengañador (he whodisenchants, who discovers a deception).There is a degree of shrewdness and, at the same time, a degree of violencein the very act of disenchantment. The literary figure of the Desengañado/Desengañador, as invented by someone like Quevedo or Gracián, is a dualand duplicitous creation. The Desengañado/Desengañador - the disenchantedperson who disenchants - knows in this instance that all is lies and illusions.Even the word 'world' (mundus), which originally meant 'clean', is a lie. Theworld, explains Gracián, is dirty and foul: 'mundus imundus'. Everything isback to front, and the Desengañado/Desengañador is the one who knows itand who reveals it. He always has one eye open (el cyclopes), adds Quevedo,and is therefore capable of seeing the inside of things (mirar por dentro),seeing through appearances, recognizing deceptions, scanning the world inreverse (mirar al rebes). The Desengañado/Desengañador is the one whocan see, and who reveals that the world is representation, spectacle,appearance and deception. Goya gets into the skin of this dual person, ashis self-portrait and the structure of the Caprichos demonstrate. The productof an examination (free of illusions) of the world, these images, in order to fulfiltheir destiny, had in their turn to return to the world, not to 'enchant' it butto 'disenchant' it. No.1, Discovering, Disillusion, Disenchantment andSadness Street was probably the most appropriate place for this to happen.From Goya, The Last Carnivalby Victor I. Stoichita andAnna Maria Coderch
Re: Criticalsecret podcast yourself /till January 18
ma oui, Je les allume tous en même temps. Il est merveilleux ! lq - Original Message - From: A. G-C [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Wednesday, January 11, 2006 12:24 AM Subject: Criticalsecret podcast yourself /till January 18 http://www.criticalsecret.com/n15 (to continue) To hear mostly French (all abstracts bilingual) Poscastoamême/ Podcast yourself Radio multimedia, régime critique/ suite de l'opus FIRE WORKS Multimedia radio, critical regime/ to continue the issue FIRE WORKS mp3 + mp4 Fil rss - http://criticalsecret.com/n15/index.php?rss=admin 11 mercredi - 18 mercredi (inclus) Rubrique 3 / Column 3. #15/3.10. Fire work 3/10 #15/3.10. La poésie sans sa propre langue. Poetry without its proper language. #15/3.9. Fire work 3/9 #15/3.9. Sonographie 3.6/8 : La photographe épicurienne. Sonography 3-6/8: an aepicurian photographer. #15/3.8. Fire work 3/8 #15/3.8. Neuf heures à l¹arrêt de bus. 9am at the bus stop. #15/3.7. Quizz Stones et Malaval, série intégrale. Fire work 3/7 #15/3.7. Quizz Stones et Malaval (Intégrale) #15/3.6. Fire work 3/6 #15/3.6. Quizz Stones et Malaval 4/4 #15/3.5. Fire work 3/5 #15/3.5. Quizz Stones et Malaval 3/4 #15/3.4 Fire work 3/4 #15/3.4. Quizz Stones et Malaval 2/4 #15/3.3. Fire work 3/3 #15/3.3. Quizz Stones et Malaval 1/4 #15/3.2. Fire work 3/2 #15/3.2. Sonographie 3.5/8 : conductrice de métro Sonography 3-5/8: subway woman driver #15/3.1. Fire Work 3/1 #15/3.1. Démocratie réversible. Reversible Democracy. #15/3. RETOURS SUR MONTAGE. RETURNS ON FITTERING. Fire works 3. http://www.criticalsecret.com
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Nescalina 神化 : burning after birds three,
fire on an 葫蘆 [evocatioabrotoloigonaphedynein]
Mekrotzar 神化 : of 春晴 fruitwood
of Aphrodite Somamorpho {licture dew kadran}
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Tamil Tiger article for Justin
Here's an article on Velupillai Prabhakaran the leader of the LTTE (Tamil Tigers), just for FYI updates etc.. A good friend of mine lived in Sri Lanka for 2 years and has some understanding of the conflict, and actually was across the street when a large bomb went off in Colombo.. Also an ice-cream man was killed near his house from stray gun-fire. Date : 2005-11-27 V. Pirapaharan: President Rajapakse is considered a realist committed to pragmatic politics, we wish to find out, and first of all, how he is going to handle the peace process and whether he will offer justice to our people. Colombo, 27 November, (Asiantribune.com): Despite the threatening fire and thunder that preceded his annual Heroes' Day speech, Velupillai Prabhakaran has toned down his rhetoric and decided to wait and observe, for sometime Mahinda Rajapakse's moves before intensifying (the) struggle for self-determination. This is in stark contrast to Mahinda Rajapakse's firm and clear cut policy statement which he presented to parliament. In his speech he rejected, among other things, four key elements of the LTTE agenda: 1) the homeland concept ; 2) LTTE as the sole representative at the negotiating table; 3) Ceasefire Agreement and 4) Norway. Side-stepping these issues Prabhakaran states, in rather subdued tones: Having carefully examined his policy statement in depth, we have come to a conclusion that President Rajapkse has not grasped the fundamentals, the basic concepts underlying the Tamil national question. In terms of policy, the distance between him and us is vast. However, President Rajapakse is considered a realist committed to pragmatic politics, we wish to find out, first of all, how he is going to handle the peace process and whether he will offer justice to our people. We have, therefore, decided to wait and observe, for sometime, his political manoeuvres and actions. But his sting is in the tail. He states in the concluding paragraphs: Our people have lost patience, hope and reached the brink of utter frustration. They are not prepared to be tolerant any longer. The new government should come forward soon with a reasonable political framework that will satisfy the political aspirations of the Tamil people. This is our urgent and final appeal. If the new government rejects our urgent appeal, we will, next year, in solidarity with our people, intensify our struggle for self-determination, our struggle for national liberation to establish self-government in our homeland.' Above all, he has avoided answering the critical question as to whether he would accept the hand of friendship offered to them. He states: This new government is extending its hand of friendship towards us and is calling our organization for peace talks. It claims that it is going to adopt a new approach towards the peace process. Without answering whether he would accept the hand of friendship or not Prabhakaran trails off at this point into the wait and see policy. When Mahinda Rajapakse has stated that the national question has to be re-started on a new agenda outlined by him Prabhakaran is insisting that the new president should offer a reasonable political solution to the ethnic conflict without further delay, keeping the distance between each other vast as ever. Here is the full text of his speech, which in the main is a repetition of the usual complaints against the Sinhala enemies: 'The Sinhala nation continues to be entrapped in the Mahavamsa mindset, in that mythical ideology. The Sinhalese people are still caught up in the legendary fiction that the island of Sri Lanka is a divine gift to Theravada Buddhism, a holy land entitled to the Sinhala race. The Sinhala nation has not redeemed itself from this mythological idea that is buried deep and has become fossilized in their collective unconscious. It is because of this ideological blindness the Sinhalese people and their political and religious leaders are unable to grasp the authentic history of the island and the social realities prevailing here. They are unable to comprehend and accept the very existence of a historically constituted nation of Tamil people living in their traditional homeland in north-eastern Sri Lanka, entitled to fundamental political rights and freedoms. It is because of the refusal by the Sinhala nation to perceive the existential reality of the Tamils and their political aspirations the Tamil national question persists as an unresolved complex issue. We do not expect a radical transformation in the social consciousness, in the political ideology, in the Mahavamsa mental structure of the Sinhalese people. The scope and power of Sinhala-Buddhist hegemony has not receded, rather, it has revived and taken new forms, exerting a powerful dominance on the southern political
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discordand the promoters ofdissension maimed bydemons. Mohammed
withhis chest torn open.from the film L'Inferno (1911)by
Bertolini, Padovan, and Liguoro"This is an
ornamental wound,"he said,"built by unfeeling sympathy."That
Prometheus whose woundwas attached by a sacred animal(sea for
cake),Haliaeetus leucocephalus,and would roost in the
minaretof airy silence where seemingsentences of willful
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hierarchyof pleonasmic inkdom,round as rosettes withgreat hollow
mosquesin the form of groaningPrometheus, stained glasswindows
perforatinghis short sweet skin soulsomniloquy:'To hear such
wrangling isa joy for vulgar minds.'[Now an ancient and
nakedman approaches with longwhite beard and saggy hugebreasts,
steering his lonelyNarrenschiff...]"The fire is made of
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heavingsynergos of invisible linestoo rich for any
picture.Thuddenly...(Poupee quivers)"Mister, Can you wash
this demon'sloincloth?"{}This little catcovering her
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Re: Reviews of Technologies and Books I like
The only thing I've read by brilliakooky klaus is his essay Circles, Lines and Bits which I thought was marvelously eccentric.. His discussion of busby berkely and the rosettes of consciousness the flowering drainpipes of ornamental symmetries as models for an architectural harmonia or some such.. its excellent wiggy stuff. rich scholarship.. i'll pick up the male fantasies book.. btw which Lingis text should I get.. there's a bunch of them is Excesses the best place to start.. there's another one called Abuses which sounds sort of like an updating of Levi-Strauss' Tristes Tropiques in a way Here's the Grotesque Studies Bibliography I am going to try and work from as well: http://mtsu32.mtsu.edu:11072/Grotesque/Pages/grotesquebibliography.html thanks alan lanny - Original Message - From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Sunday, January 08, 2006 4:58 PM Subject: Re: Reviews of Technologies and Books I like This is a great list, Lanny - Have you read Theweleit's Male Fantasies? I'm assuming you have - it fits well in the list you've presented. I love Berrigan btw - met him once through Aram Saroyan. I think Alice Notley is still far more interesting - they were married. You've read Paul Blackburn? Another terrific - - Alan - For URLs, DVDs, CDs, books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt . Contact: Alan Sondheim, [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED] General directory of work: http://www.asondheim.org .
Re: two films for large projection
la poupee parergon... virtual automata ala Hans Bellmer.. these have always reminded me of Bellmer's work especially the etchings.. he used a cross-hatching technique which is very wire-frame like.. i would happy as well with some larger still jpgs say 2M of some of the more gorgeous frames.. like the final frame on the first piece.. of course this is my rather ancient predjudice against the moving automata.. I broke out Christopher A. Faraone's Talismans and Trojan Horses: Guardian Statues in Ancient Greek Myth and Ritual. while watching these which has possibly one of the more easily accessible discussions of binding statues and the strange ancient discourse about 'sacred bondage' w/ reference to statues.. I've told you about the apotropaic foot-twisting before, but I think you might enjoy this material.. There's another important discussion about the implications of the kinetic vs static sculptural image in Indra Kagis McEwen's Socrate's Ancestor.. If I get inspired I'll type in the wonderous table A4-1 called The Incarceration of Dangerous Statues Alan, youre probably one of the only artists I've seen whose work even comes close to resonating with this fascinating material. Even Daniel Tiffany completely skips over the whole range of classical automata which was a HUGE disappointment for me, choosing to focus on the later demonstrably 'historical' material.. There is a whole swath of ancient mythology which is basically dealing with ROBOTS.. Even Plato and Aristophanes make jokes about peripatetic daidala whose flight is equated with that of a fugitive slave.. if one was to see the statue of Lygodesma one would go insane, or there would be civil discord, or plague.. this is weirdo magico-aesthetic imbroglio at its finest..\ statue bondage, foot twisting, chimeras.. you've got it all baby I LOVE IT!!! so anyway slip that Kagis McEwen and Faraone in there and throw out some big giant stills of those monsters PLEASE!!! there's one frame where the female torso is curling around with a kind of shroud like mine.. the way the eyes look is exquisitely uncanny.. can you imagine those things as real mobiles with some kind of smart metal fabric for skin with inflatable bladders inside controlled remotely.. we could build some kinetic humanoid topos like that somehow it seems, a fibreglass frame some servos a plastic mesh body covered in latex and hooked up to a nitrogen feed.. something.. these should be in the tate lanny - Original Message - From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Monday, January 09, 2006 2:32 AM Subject: two films for large projection two films for large projection yes, yes, yes, the film was found in a ceiling. honestly, sealed up in the boards. brian gave it to me. 8mm which originated in 1932 but the images are much older. i'd say from 1920 or so perhaps 1915 perhaps 1905. even this version chattered in the projector broke five times in the projector. now there's this image on top of it. two versions of the image melded unmelded. then what's what. now the image melded unmelded projected ten fifteen feet up there. dancers are below. oh they want to jump on the bodies. they want the bodies to jump on them. someone on someone sometime -- how is the world http://www.asondheim.org/.test/hunnunny.mov 10m http://www.asondheim.org/.test/hunwire.mov 8m
Listening to Marty Robbins .. :)
Listening to Marty Robbins .. :) Can anyone please Help ME! I met this artist in Tokyo a few years ago, and had one of the strongest reactions to his work ever.. this guy was a genuine master, and his hungry ghost paintings were so incredibly beautiful they brought tears to my eyes.. You have to realize I was in this very shishi ginza district gallery ooh and aahing and asking to buy a catalogue.. and the receptionist was like.. You meet the artist? I was like Yes.. She took me upstairs, and this small incredibly elegant older man in a leather jacket was standing around with some younger looking artist types.. all smoking of course.. very japanese, but extremely cool.. I gushed something about hungry ghosts' beautiful monsters etc.. he smiled.. and had one of his assistants bring me a catalogue which he signed.. We spent a good hour or more looking at all the work. it was like a retrospective, the whole gallery was full of his stuff, and of course we got served tea in the gallery which I thought was nice. Anyway can anyone tell me this guy's name. I think I found it out once, but I've forgotten and I'd like to know. I may scan in some of the paintings from the catalogue if I can get his name. http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/images/unknowntokyoartistimet.jpg When we met him that same morning I had written part of this in an Asakusa Hotel: Their shattered kotan hung near the fisheries of memory, where syphilis, smallpox, measles made their uimam and joined in the iyomante.. King Noshikosa of Shamokotan would not see the 3 grotesque dreams of Tokyo, Oregon, and Kusatsu: K: The Hag who seared her prehensile clitoris on the folding metal griddle-altar become a portable burden-amulet.. T: The Television show where skateboarding teenagers dressed as sushi jumped and cavorted in a fanciful skatepark where parody unkotraps were made from icecream the color of coffee and milk sprinkled with peanuts, swirled stylistically into turd-like forms on the floor; contestants would literally hit the shit and wreck in their brink pink and orange flesh colored costumes. O: A dream of a succubus-like yurei of beautiful Oyuki who turns into the monstrous bald and disfigured Oiwa. Three Monstrous Dreams= 3 Whenever there was a decision to leave, he would su then reserve account: Gozen sanji no gangu (Toys at 3A.M.) Bikky Sunazawa's _Aoi sakyu nite_ (In the Blue Sand Dune)
EXHUMING THE LEGEND OF WASHINGTON PHILLIPS
EXHUMING THE LEGEND OF WASHINGTON PHILLIPS by Michael Corcoran From the Austin Statesman, Dec. 29, 2002 http://www.minermusic.com/dolceola/phillips_study.htm http://www.minermusic.com/dolceola/corcoran.htm
And Even If It Continues Barking, The Stars Will Shine*
oh how they shine in the firmament and elegant furniture of geometry but would they say then that what had been could have been some rude graffito on the barndoor or even outhouse of a fading penumbra that silent faceless pilgrimage on the way to skull rock a chicken scratch upon eternity and that the fairest muse was a frog-faced Auffrischung Magenfeld with a nail through her skull and a tiny pig for a sceptre or ornament representing the primeval chaos of tongues and that her magical brooch was a rotary chopping blade etched with the sacred names of atomism which like the names of the fallen soldiers in the battle of the Devil's backbone are largely unknown except to scholars of the lore of the 'Civil War' a term we just might call an oxymoron as if the breath of history itself is a grotesque stupidity grew some as if the innocent singing molecules which give us 'life' are both dumber and more beautiful than Great Chief Language-No[i]se.
Re: a + b - t
a + b - t Some excellent wallpaper sized jpgs at the NP.The link below is to their Arnold Böcklin (1827 - 1901)section which has the marvelous Playing in the Waves1883 (pictured above) which has to be one of my favorites.It is sad but true that Adolf Hitler was a fan as welland owned 11 of them. I am beginning to mull aroundthe idea of book or series dealing with AB. Some extraordinary scholarship on him in the Comic Grotesque book I noted earlier, an approach to all the misunderstanding associated with this figure. http://www.neuegalerie.org/designshop/BOOKSTORE26/bookstore26main.htmlNeue Pinakothek [Sammlung - Künstler] http://www.pinakothek.de/neue-pinakothek/sammlung/kuenstler/kuenstler_inc_en.php?inc=kuenstlerwhich=327
strange bird holding a baby
strange bird holding a baby ( for Donna Kuhn) senile phoenix holding a beak-nippled cherub whose mothwing eyelids flutter and disappear and whose eyeballs pop-out swim with little feelers whose blueskin flickers under the gelatin halo of a frog's egg-moon senile phoenix holding a medusa-head cherub whose hot-pink earthworm mop and blinky neon clitellum go 'weep-weep' senile phoenix why are you missing a foot?
Go Ask Alice Lakwena
Go Ask Alice Lakwena Joseph Kony sits on a throne of exploding children dressed as Santa Clause Jok in a suit of red muscle the holiday spirit is in the air and pieces of lips and ears are falling through the medium of its force Christ forgives all Even General Butt Naked Joshua Milton Blahyi is living peacefully as a born again minister in Monrovia. You'll notice his middle name is Milton...
4 Each An Dove
4 Each An Dove each belle letter a monstrado a self-contained presence or contamination each weird word a monstrado composed of ringing bodies bade by line to air each fierce phrase a monstrado a snake or emblem in the umwelt of the wave each moist meaning a monstrado caught between the vortex of the body and the scopic regime of construction's drive vario-variopteryx zwerch-kasten quarrel
dove of the everlasting vulgate
flying horse mutilation is silent Peter's Bell curve writing in the corsair-satan oblique, oblique as finial as a two-tusked VARAHA would centrifuge a tiny king with scrofula is thrust up inside a mummy now an ambulance husked w/ paintings the fountain of youth for hood ornament all these things inside her breasts as a factory would display its little Baudelaires knotted as primrose like raceways entering the nostril the flared nostril of 'violent praise' that snort where the air of winter must intrude, a caricature a spiny noduled puppet a leviathan suited in tongues which are people shorn of reason or perhaps just light leaking from everywhere light gets in your glands the salmon changes its body is no longer banked these genitals they saved are thrust up inside a mummy they raise their hands in ecstatic union these genitales of light and sound are thrust up inside a sarcophagi of leviathans a sarcophagi which wears a suit of tongues each tongue a leviathan which goes up inside winter like a long straight coat of homely prose these genitales they saved from the corsair-satan are thrust up inside a leviathan-mummy-tongue-coat they raise their hands in ecstatic union: 'icogrammatology' like a twin-stomach hieroglyph which dawns like a tone like a steel contour banged by a steel and mumbling head bubbling up from the crowd of tongues fluent in mist and rot and chocolate reindeer it's ghastly but true writing in the corsair-satan oblique, oblique Louis-Charles de Normandie sits on a stool milking the breasts of Marie Antoinette who smokes a long translucent pipe which (being extensive, elastic or telescopic) 'exits' the fine barn climbs a distant mountain and sits happily blinking a dove of the everlasting vulgate* *usually depicted as 'going before' the tsunami of green lava which represents the collective transformations of deep time in certain fictional ukiyo-e works, and the head of which is usually depicted as that of a gently smoking pipe
Frank In Sense and Murmuring w/ 1 N+[rnd.pos] Var.
Frank In Sense and Murmuring Frank in sense and murmuring A water falling fluidly against The icy silence itself a sounding Of the idle spaces whose lilting Presence signals simple connection Refigured prefigured where the moment's Tree like electricity contained a storm Branching blanching twisting slipping Whose local and galactic energy Like a head quest many tiered Like a skyscraper with a beach On every floor fell quickly through The waves where once the image Had grown now a single silence A single grown sound of longing A cellular frontier surging through The mirrored tale a tender structure Or elaborate suturing of leaves A soft green honeycomb splattered With death and rejoicing A hand of butter and sand Mimicking the sun rattle Saluting the disembodied song So tethered to the sound Of emptiness N+[rnd.pos]Var. Frank in sensum and murmuring A wath falling fluidly against The icy silene itself a soundling Of the idle sphacelation whose lilting Presension signals simple connective Refigured prefigured where the momist's Treff like electrum contained a stot Branching blanching twisting slipping Whose local and galactic enfaunt Like a heddle questeroun many tiered Like a skyvald with a beaconage On every Floreal fell quickly through The wawaskeesh where once the Imari Had grown now a single Silenus A single grown sourock of longinquity A cellular frosling surging through The mirrored taledoux a tender strume Or elaborate suum of leam A soft green hong splattered With debacle and rejoneo A hand of butteris and sandarac Mimicking the sunck ratu Saluting the disembodied songle So tethered to the sourdet Of empusa
The Radiation of the Golden Armor of the Werewolf Knights
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Alan Sondheim - June
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New : Re: Flushed dreams- by greenpsychosis in The Poets of Chaos Pharoah_Gnome already got too much pressure from years and years of blood going to the analytical and verbally-formulative left lobe just behind the sinuses, it feels Pharoah_Gnome entomb me in the nap of forever dors hello stinky deoxyans trace hello dors Nemo_Lotus holy crap im still itchy from the morphine, ive been scratching my balls all night long Nemo_Lotus i seriously need to call a masuthst Prisoner627 is sober for 2 days and longs for a holland roadtrip Prisoner627 Weekend is a bad time for sober time :p dors i am on 2ct2, weed, jazz and nag champa stinky hi dors and Nemo Pharoah_Gnome what are them instruments that have a keyboard and ya open and close them to pass air thru? Often in Celtic, Scottish Italian music ect
chiral enantia of unda hydo
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Re: dopamine
prolly shudn buh i don mine tokkin bou my brainproblems I was diagnosed in 1989 w/ schitzo-affective disorder.. straight jackets the whole bit.. padded cell.. yup. I took tha mufuh sherlock pipe and bopped him upside the hed.. doctorbitch i says, i got ontogenesis, i got perfume bottle engine trouble, i got telepathic emblematic hierarchonologies of amorphous lava-angels sacrificing meat emblems in microwave altars tuned to brain-scrambling freak-quench-seas i got jellyfish in muh kookoo clock, and coconuts in my bat-skull belfries albino coconuts with television nipple-chords i got elementals having orgies in my external rectum-mall.. schitzo-sht.. Ana l'haqq mufuh.. my voodoo john henry ialdabaoth will cut an emerald chogie through your boohoo socio-telo-marawarp lickety split i gotz a crown of laserthorns and i eats mufuh snails and nails fo dinna i done red loves body by age of twelve and shattin all manner uh monstrous toopies and getalong dangleruses i done shat out all the images any hick poet ever did just like old skinny stick burroughs and his pokey-pokey hero-whine but then i was sick.. hearing voices ..i read morgenthalers book on smart drugs began ta dosin.. yessiree i was dosin on some fine german piracetam etc.. might as well stuff straw in a bozo head.. nuthin works still crazy as a damn bedbug.. now im thinkin ill get me a ouija board and set deamons loos on the lot of ya!! yeehiii demon rodeo.. ride that 4-faced avatar to hell you mother theresa slasher flick glass cowhorn video sodomizing cheddar charlie chan androids with pink ricotta and chiasmus chianti w stinky cheeez I'll tell you what edge schitzo-affecty gets ya.. its gets ya a double ginza serrated edge a microfine crystalline ceramic scimitar of hyperfine angstrom slash bullshit and a lot of spooky nights muttering alone listening to 'beings' waiting praying for another wave of normalcy to hit, so you can put your pants on and do your friggin hangin by your teeth dayjob.. using yoga mindtricks too.. the whole colored thoughts scheme all i have to take now though is some chinese herbs and lots of b-vitamins tons of water.. water is the main thing.. and limit the caffeine (big problem) it sucks. you look to metaphors for comfort.. things like schrodinger's work with unstable harmonic matter or whatever.. just something that makes you think being crazy is somehow good you look to matter itself.. the archive.. get a crutch and milk some mulch sorry to butt in. but hellzapoppin lq
Re: NEW [N]+Semble MP3 Album
well, lounge lizards or medesky martin wood it aint but i kinda like the spacey organ sounding ones you ever think of doing something a little more korla pandit it needs a little more Korla Pandit i think, or maybe KP by way of Conlon Nancarrow then rub in some Chaino.. then i think.. (just kidding).. I'll throw it in the rotation.. :) you like KP? CN? C? lq - Original Message - From: Talan Memmott [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Saturday, December 17, 2005 12:31 PM Subject: NEW [N]+Semble MP3 Album Blue Node // [N]+Semble Seven, count 'em seven new tracks from [N]+Semble. A little jazzier than the previous album, PulpCycle. http://memmott.org/nsemble/ comments?
Re: NEW [N]+Semble MP3 Album
excited about, 'cause his label is extremely wicked, and he seems to have really good taste in music. Also, [they'll be] a split 7 with Lesser that will be quite hip-hoppish, a Kid 606 12 called Thee Wildstyle and Havoc EP, a bunch of remix and comp stuff, and a Tigerboy full length. The official Kid 606 website, which will be guaranteed to entertain, should also be up soon, and Lesser is working on a Disc site. As far as Disc goes, there is a full-length CD out now called Brave2ep, and we are working overtime on a 12 called Transfer, which will be all locked grooves and other vinyl weirdness and will also be pressed on clear vinyl. Disc also did a remix for the David Kristian Woodworking remix CD, which will be on Alien8 recordings from Canada. There's also supposed to be a V/VM-Disc split 7 on red vinyl for this IDM guy's label sfwd [productions]. I am doing a 12 for a jungle label called Kultbox (they did a wicked drill n bass 12 from Casey Rice of Tortoise) and also will be working with Christoph de Babalon's Crossfade Entertainment label. And the infamous Christina Ricci tribute compilation, working title Christina Ricci--The Other White Meat. I have also been talking to friends about doing a tribute comp to the equally infamous Hyperprism [audio software] plug-in called the Sonic Decimator, which is why I got a computer. Grooves: What do you listen to in your spare time? Kid 606: Leonard Cohen, Motown, Velvet Underground, Michael Nyman, classical, and lots of musique concrete and truly experimental stuff like Ryoji Ikeda, Fennesz, Harry Partch, Steve Reich. I am not down with ambient music with beats in it at all. Hip-hop: Mase is cool, the Jungle Brothers and Sensational are tight. This U.K. label Praxis, Ambush, and also Subversion do some cool stuff. I like female voices a lot if they are different. I like ragga jungle and booty electro. Lots of four on the floor or heroin house stuff. Joy Division. Lots of wicked sonic stuff like Main. Aretha Franklin. Brit revolution, and psychadelic stuff. The Zombies. Old punk--Germs, Sex Pistols, Misfits. Lots of underground stuff. I hate goth more than country. I have to always be listening to something... - Original Message - From: phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Saturday, December 17, 2005 5:09 PM Subject: Re: NEW [N]+Semble MP3 Album well, lounge lizards or medesky martin wood it aint but i kinda like the spacey organ sounding ones you ever think of doing something a little more korla pandit it needs a little more Korla Pandit i think, or maybe KP by way of Conlon Nancarrow then rub in some Chaino.. then i think.. (just kidding).. I'll throw it in the rotation.. :) you like KP? CN? C? lq - Original Message - From: Talan Memmott [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Saturday, December 17, 2005 12:31 PM Subject: NEW [N]+Semble MP3 Album Blue Node // [N]+Semble Seven, count 'em seven new tracks from [N]+Semble. A little jazzier than the previous album, PulpCycle. http://memmott.org/nsemble/ comments?
Re: What is Code?
This is a great article.. Have a character. JP: Perhaps to ask code and coders to think again about the way in which they see the world, to move from objects to things, and practice code as poetry (poeisis). Rather than code as ordering the world, fixing and overcoding. Code as a craft, 'bringing-forth' through a showing or revealing that is not about turning the world into resources to be assembled, and reassembled forever. A nice bit of punch and judy, although that hammer word 'code' seems to get in the way abit of the thinking (whatever that is..). and I don;t say that to be rude to the authors who are obviously just warming up to their 'subject'.. and I agree that poeisis is poetry and vice versa, but you won't find many 'poets' saying this.. This is something the philosopher knows, something she says offhanded as a matter of course.. no big deal.. Because substance itself IS the only poetics.. Let's call it a facet of the meaning and just move on. but there are some glaring absences in the text.. for one.. in the above section: Code as a craft, 'bringing-forth' through a showing or revealing that is not about turning the world into resources to be assembled, and reassembled forever. Well, as this is mostly the only possible way for the world to work. I'll have to say good luck.. How old are the water molecules in your body? the 'bringing-forth' is possibly best represented as tecne itself.. tecne is 'a letting appear' tiktein is to give birth. tektein to build.. there is also epiphaneia (an appearing).. Code is daidala, a 'daidalonics' within the body of tecne, and the body of tecne is not unlike the curious working or daidala of incarnation within Greek religion, within the pleroma, the pneuma, the breath which is both made and the maker: Gods were divine because they were athanatoi, deathless. This unending appearingness of the Greek gods, their genesis which is life and movement, is what resided in the scintillating surface of the daidalon. Insofar as the appearing of the daidalon was understood as itself the product of reassembly, the daidalon must also have been understood as something that could always be remade. Like the gods, and unlike the human person (brotos, mortal), the daidalon never entirely disappeared. It is because it was itself a deathless appearing that the well made, the cunningly crafted thing was able to reveal an unseen divine presence. Thus, for example, are the gold and silver dogs, crafted by Hephaestus, which guard Alcinous' palace in book VII of the Odyssey, athanatous ontas, deathless beings, just like gods.. (or applets, or golems, or daimons, etc) It's like tecne is always already the field, like sheldrake's morphological fields, and code like the daidalon appears within the appearing of tecne daidala is the expression of techne, the same way code is the expression of a kind of rhizomatics.. maybe I'm getting mixed up.. at any rate they missed the fundamental tecne reference which I think is really essential, because code isn't modern or post-modern at all. ITS PRIMORDIAL and we are still living within a PRIMORDIA.. another thing I found a bit lacking was any reference to the discussion of 'code' itself within Deleuze and Guattari' A Thousand Plateaus. There is a pretty extensive discussion of 'code' (in various registers) within that text that might have been useful to pick apart.. anyhoo.. still reading.. thanks for sending this out.. your rustic code-mythographer schitzo-idiot person Lanny
Re: Copland
clothing = turning the Pnyx I think Thoth had it right.. Text is the destruction of memory. Text is the devil, and bedevilment of memory's automony.. I think Giordano Bruno might agree. as text is autonomous it is also the fundamental impurity, the engine of both entropy and extropy within culture/nature.. Latour might allow it to be called the sine qua no[n] of factishes the lack is its desire to draw meaning to itself.. the temporal engine it supposes within its constructed subject both destroys the timeless onenesss of unreflexive being and drags us inexorably back to that state through the catastrophe of manifold ideologies being as naked thought might be a form of purity but to conceive of 'text' as a clothing of purity is simply a reification of utilitarianism as seen through a kind of nunnery of arbitrary permutations of the social.. our living bodies are capable of more... - Original Message - From: Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Friday, December 16, 2005 9:09 AM Subject: Re: Copland Yes. Especially If a person wanted to show purity, the clothing would be text. The moment lacking is the next to come. -Peter Ciccariello http://poemsfromprovidence.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Fri, 16 Dec 2005 06:46:34 -0800 Subject: Copland Just now no untouched places need repair. And damages pass usual anxiety. The gloves dissolve. In these accustomed eyes of mothering and even quiet, pale chords have occurred. Each period of year, placed on soft surface. Pianissimo brass instruments retreat to reeds. If a person wanted to show purity, the clothing would be text. The moment lacking is the next to come. Choice follows blades of grass fulled into sheaf's comported space. One is treble tempting bass. A lull to blur this edge. sheila e. murphy
can anyone name the poet?
THE ORIGIN OF VERMILLION, OR THE LOVES OF PAINTING AND MUSIC In days that's past past beyond our ken When Painter's saw like other men And music sang the voice of truth Yet sigh'd for Painting's homely proof Her modest blush first gave him taste And chance to Vermillion gave first place As snails trace o'er the morning dew He thus lines of beauty drew Those far faint lines Vermillion dyed With wonder view'd - enchanted cried
Re: What is Code?
When did code ever 'order the world'? Not even the Dewey Decimal System does that. I'll have to differ on this.. the words themselves are the stumbling blocks, but it seems to me like your overdetermining the concept of 'order', and yet there can also be a sense where the overdtermination is also valid..(ie, the clock) there is |order| which includes all notions of purposive 'arrangement' but within that absolute value we encode also all the non purposive orderings which would be something called disorder.. these are pretty antique terms.. something hipper and more up-to date might be 'state of affairs' or 'vector-state' When did code ever order the world? The 'world' when apprehended through a human body is always already encoded. Take seeing. There is a discrete encoding process which turns visual information which is itself a form of encoding by which electron spin states and other atomic phenomena pass a discrete quality through the substrate of the environment, which is in effect the channel, though this is quite reductive, but in effect a 'coding'. Scientists have just within the last few weeks made some major breakthroughs in this area if you were reading your Kurzweil. They soon will be able to translate with a prosthesis visual information from the world directly into the brain.. You can say that man's mind is encoded in his body, although more and more man's 'mind' is outside his body.. at any rate with man, you can generally say, that the human mind has changed the world.. that's the simplest way to restate one way in which an instantiation of coding has indeed |ordered| the world.. another way is to consider plants, Plants use a genetic code and they have completely altered the physical envirnoment of the world.. here again is another instantiation of a code operating in a global fashion.. i don't see what the problem with this is.. Every single idea you possess or are able to express has to be encoded in some fashion for it to even be said to have an existence.. just because a theorist explicitly addresses 'code' as 'code' or doesnt doesnt mean that their work has nothing to do with code or coding.. Youve got Frege, Russell, Tarski, Carnap, Wittgenstein, Austin, Grice, Quine, Davidson, Donnellan, Kripke, Putnam, Evans, Marcus, Chomsky, Dummett, Burge, Millikan, Pierce, and thousands more Uexkull etc.. All of these people are thinking through coding in one sense or another.. I have Jack Sarfatti''s email addr. I wonder what his take on 'code' is.. Maybe I could get his sense of 'code' from a physicist's point of view..
Re: What is Code?
The Field of Qualia Jack Sarfatti August 26, 1996 How are our thoughts -- our consciousness -- translated into action? I actually have a detailed theory of this based upon an extension of Bohm's 1952 quantum pilot-wave/classical material hidden variable theory. Note, the more modern term for hidden-variable is John Bell's term beable. The inner quantum information density field I(x,t), whose range is in quantum Hilbert space H and whose domain is in classical configuration space C , is, quite literally, the field of thought patterns that make up the implicate order. These patterns of I(x,t) exert a quantum force Fq = - Grad Q Q = -(1/2)[ (GradI)^2 + (Grad)^2I] on the brain material beable B moving in C. That's how thought is translated into action. The field of thought-patterns or qualia I(x,t), together with external environmental classical forces Fe create basins of attraction for the flow of the brain system point B in C. Qualia are encoded in these attractors. When B occupies a given attractor basin the corresponding thought-pattern is felt i.e., experienced. This attractor structure in C is the quantum version of the fractal strange attractors of classical chaos theory which leaves out the thought-field force from I(x,t). In the classical limit only Fe creates the attractor structure in C. The pattern of classical Fe forces represent the Darwinian natural selection pressures of the environment. To complete this model of a complex conscious adaptive system, we need a mechanism for self-organization. Without self-organization there is no conscious intent, no purposeful explicate behavior, and no felt implicate conscious experience. I have shown how implicate thought becomes explicate action. We now have to show how the brain-beable B in C literally and directly changes its thought-field I(x,t) whose range is quantum Hilbert space H. This is the back-action b mechanism by which the structure of H is modified by the actual path taken by B in C. But, that path of B in C is determined by both the implicate Fq = - Grad Q and the explicate Darwinian Fe. Therefore, Fq,Fe, from I(x,t) to B, together with back-action b from B to I(x,t) is a self-organizing cybernetic feedback-control creative strange loop that creates the conscious experience and allows the I-B system to make freely-willed choices which are the results of classically nonalgorithmic quantum computations. Now I can prove rigorously, that only when such a strange loop of Godel self-reference is operating, is there an experience of one actual world. This is a Bohmian ontological model that derives Wigner's and von-Neumann's epistemological idea that consciousness collapses the wave function. The strange loop means that the mind (I)-brain (B) complex adaptive system is continually measuring itself. Only then, is there the inner felt experience of qualia. This is the quantum dynamo generating our streams of consciousness. the wave function is linear or passive in that it requires an outside agent to select events . That is exactly what back-action is -- it is the outside agent, except it is really inside. It is the generator of consciousness. To be more precise. The usual picture of quantum measurement has a measuring apparatus M and the system being measured N. They are not the same system. That leads to the measurement problem which you discuss pretty well in its different aspects. Now Bohm thought he had solved this measurement problem and up until recently I thought he was correct. But now, in dialogue with Henry Stapp, I see a non-fatal, but serious, flaw in Bohm's argument. Bohm is able to correctly show why it is that fringes disappear in the double slit experiment if a measurement of which slit 1 or 2? the particle P passes is made even though the particle wave packets and overlap on the screen. Where x is the position on the screen. This is because of the EPR correlation |M,N) = |m1)|n1) + |m2)|n2) Therefore, (x|M,N) = |m1)(x|n1) + |m2)(x|n2) So, |(x|M,N)|2 = |(x|n1)|2 + |(x|n2)|2 because (m1|m2) = 0. That is, the two measuring wavepackets have zero overlap in their classical configuration subspace Cm. The EPR correlation between M and N implies an incoherent superposition of the particle wave packets (x|n1) and (x|n2) even though they do overlap in their classical configuration subspace Cn. Bohm then makes an incorrect next step for the actual path of the hidden variable P in Cn. He says that one can think that P is really in either (x|n1) or (x|n2) . The occupied wave packet is the active information and the empty one is inactive information. Bohm is trying to establish that only one of the wave packets for P is totally determining the classical mechanical, possibly chaotic, attractor structure for the path of P in Cn. That is, Bohm wrongly thinks that, because of the EPR correlation of N to nonoverlapping packets in Cm, that the attractor structure in Cn is in 1-1 correspondence
the secret noun of henry hoodoo henry
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he-nor a partial-object-wave seeing
he-nor a partial-object-wave seeing sense beach, the wave, they are factish, as if Marx said, said fetiço, and is he? there say, didn't say that, wave to will just see seeing the wave, wave, beached, colorless, brown, he, he is. is seeing something, he, is wave is strange, is waving, seeing, standing, where which meaning structures is wave is halting, he isn't he is, on the beach, he, he is always to crash, see him, him, he seeing, or, there isn't all the same, the structure will, will, aren't, they aren't, they Latour said, a him there, forced into view, but they wave, everything is halting he is like a Brownian technophysical, or standing, along the beach, along, the wave there as if by magic he is a wave, the same, the same he is there there isn't same color, all he is halting, he is of mean? there see him crashing, halting, about to halt, halting the if made, strange, structure is strange, strange, a beach? he is there always, never, there color, the same color as was a brown shadow? where is there moves, there is of structures, the will about to and maybe heavy, as the is a brown shadow, he's there. always there. his bowels loose, makes him halting the wave, the mean? where was is never, always, a strange in the a Brown tone, it's like did it mean? on the beach isn't there, where of willing, wave, wave makes own hysteria, he isn't there, seeing the the range of is, the wave is saying, him as a structure, there is the shadow's jouissance, technophysical, or seeing, or, and, and will see him as a brown shadow, will see him finally, see, him, final he is final, a finality, he, that he, and, see, and, will see him as a brown shadow forced upon the beach, or forced, or standing, waiting, and made, and made, and as if made, made, as Budge said, feitiço, and so said, said fetiço, and as if by magic said it, said facticius, and as if, as if by marks it could say, could, it say? could? As Latour said, a factish, as if Marx would've said, said, as if Ellis, as if Ellis said, said fetish, he said fetish, he said that of the shadow's jouissance, he didn't say, didn't say that, that isn't said, said, will see him, will just see him there, forced into view, standing, along the beach, along, alone, seeing, he is seeing something, he, is seeing a wave about to crash, a wave, a wave which is frozen, he is standing frozen, watching, seeing, a frozen wave, overhead, about to crash, a structure, there is a structure, in the wave there is a structure, he is halting, he is halting the wave, the wave is halting, he isn't halting the wave, everything is halting he is a brown shadow, he is the same color, the same color as the beach, the same, the same as the wave, Brownian noise, he is like a Brownian noise, and the wave is, the wave is saying, the wave, it's like, it's like the wave is saying a Brown tone, it's like that, that wave is strange, he, he is always afraid of that wave, that wave is strange, that wave makes his bowels loose, makes him lose vowels, it's too strange, there's something strange in the structure, structures can be strange, structure is strange, strange, the range of structures is strange, they're all the same color, all brown, now, now maybe, all black, now maybe, white, white, and maybe heavy, really heavy and white overhead, about to crash, the structure will, will, the will of the structure, to crash, crashing, halting, about to halt, halted, before the crash, crashing, he is watching, seeing, standing, waiting, he isn't there, there isn't there, there is a beach, there is a beach in the crashing, and he is there in the structure, where? where did it say I was a brown shadow? where did it mean? which meaning of where? which meaning of mean? there he is, on the beach, colorless, he is seeing the wave, that wave is his own hysteria, he isn't there, there isn't a wave, that wave never, never moves, there is always, never, there is never, always, a wave, wave, him, he, I, there is a beach. is there a beach? he is there on the beach standing under, standing under a wave, he, the beach, the wave, they are all the same, but they aren't, they aren't, they aren't the same at all, at all, the will, the will of structures, the strange will of structures, the will of waves, waves of will, waves of willing, wave, wave to him, he is waving, seeing, standing, where did it mean? where was this? this beach. this beach is seeing the wave, beached, colorless, brown, he isn't there, where is he? there he is. he's there. always there. somewhere. he didn't in the crashing, and that isn't would've said, said, as really heavy under a overhead, about to crash, a alone, seeing, he a beach strange, they're all the wave, he, the finally, see, him, final he he, and, see, and, will is standing frozen, watching, a structure, in there, there is a beach, the wave, it's he said fetish, he said facticius, and as if, as that wave never, never if Ellis, as if he is the same the will of brown, now, now maybe, all there is a brown
Re: That dopamine buzz
try writing that on a pringle... - Original Message - From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Thursday, December 15, 2005 5:32 PM Subject: That dopamine buzz Buffered chasms stashed in the memory of ions across a resonant hoard of membranes emitting a subdued luster in the hidden sockets of logorrhea, the exacting concoction of a seductive night entangled up in the dopamine buzz of an unused anus in a fired kiln. --Bob BrueckL
Re: And now refers only to mIEKAL's Last Name
aah, the batter room, chicken-fried pronghorn, the vestibule of tempura gloppy with platypus, E, hoary with a hanky-panky of panko! Reminds me of Paul McCarthy.. endangered breading breeding etc.. nice. and the original as well one world is truly not enough.. - Original Message - From: mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Monday, December 12, 2005 7:00 PM Subject: And now refers only to mIEKAL's Last Name edible, the chef of wavering nomenclature, whatever the indecency shagged in the batter-room a month of wildness year to today, nevermind how royally tremendous the lipsuck was, enveloped flivver of violent outburst, one world is not enough wakest makest the few of us alive
Re: CNN Breaking News
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Jumanda and Roy
http://www.hollynear.com/africa.page/current.html http://www.survival-international.org/related_material.php?id=340 http://www.rightlivelihood.org/news/event05.htm Founded in 1980 the Right Livelihood awards are presented annually in the Swedish Parliament and are often referred to as Alternative Nobel Prizes. They were introduced to honour and support those offering practical and exemplary answers to the most urgent challenges facing us today. Jakob von Uexkull, a Swedish-German philatelic expert, sold his valuable postage stamps to provide the original endowment. Alfred Nobel wanted to honour those whose work brought the greatest benefit to humanity. Von Uexkull felt that the Nobel prizes today ignore much work and knowledge vital for our world and future. [Jakob von Uexkull is also the acknowledged father of Biosemiotics.] December 2, 2005 Dear friends from America, We are sending you greetings and to let you know that we are still alive. I thank you for your messages about my grandmother. We are still struggling to get a permit to go and bury her but the government will not allow us to go inside the CKGR [Central Kalahari Game Reserve] to bury her. What we know from her post mortem is that she died because of dehydration and shock and her stomach was empty when she died. We are just writing to inform you that our court case has to resume next year and we are asking if you are prepared to pay for to help with some donations in which we think Survival has made a budget and forwarded to you. So we would like to know early before the case resumes because our attorney would like to know if he is going to Botswana. We think you guys know that the court case is really important in which we have seen last time with you inside the CKGR the harassment that we are getting from the government in which we think the court case is the only way of resolving our problems. We don't have any chances without you to pay for our court case. Hoping to hear from you soon, Jumanda and Roy
Fw: KurzweilAI.net Daily Newsletter
- Original Message - From: KurzweilAI.net [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Tuesday, December 13, 2005 6:09 AM Subject: KurzweilAI.net Daily Newsletter KURZWEILAI.NET NEWSLETTER NEWS * Self-assembling cubes could carry medicine, cell therapy KurzweilAI.net Dec. 13, 2005 * Johns Hopkins researchers have devised a self-assembling cube-shaped perforated container, no larger than a dust speck, that could serve as a delivery system for medications and cell therapy. The relatively inexpensive microcontainers can be mass-produced through a process that mixes electronic chip-making techniques with basic chemistry http://www.kurzweilai.net/email/newsRedirect.html?newsID=5108m=9906 * DNA pyramids make their debut nanotechweb.org Dec. 12, 2005 * A simple method to create robust DNA pyramids that self-assemble in seconds has been invented by physicists in the UK. Each side of the tetrahedral pyramid is made up of a double helix of DNA. The pyramids can then be joined together to make larger 3D nanostructures on which to build molecular electronic circuits and tiny containers for drug... http://www.kurzweilai.net/email/newsRedirect.html?newsID=5107m=9906 * Thought control brings pain into line [EMAIL PROTECTED] Dec. 12, 2005 * Researchers have managed to teach people suffering chronic pain to reduce their own discomfort simply by controlling their thoughts. Patients were able to reduce pain by about 50 percent by viewing real-time functional magnetic resonance imaging of the activity in their rostral anterior cingulate... http://www.kurzweilai.net/email/newsRedirect.html?newsID=5106m=9906 * Trace of Human Stem Cells Put in Unborn Mice Brains AP December 13, 2005 * Scientists have created mice with small amounts of human brain cells in an effort to make realistic models of neurological disorders like Parkinson's disease. Those mice were each born with about 0.1 percent of human cells in each of their heads, raising ethical concerns about mixing human and animal cells in stem cell and cloning... http://www.kurzweilai.net/email/newsRedirect.html?newsID=5105m=9906
Re: sss [The Dolphin is both a string and a flute.]
It's sort of like that joke where the skeleton knight in green chrome armour enamelled with a rose-tree of flaming q'abbalic world rose-head-processors walks into a Stucky's and asks if they have any Munsalvaesce and the clerk says, We got Chick-O Sticks there skinny.. You can imagine even the fortress of solitude could've been built with Chick-O-Sticks.. or you could make a Chick-O-Stick Air-Rifle.. A Chick-O-Stick moving roughly 900mps hits the Prismdent in the side of his primate cranium shattering into an orange dust mote of disassembly bots which turn the Prismdent into a human tapestry, a flat image of a skeleton knight in green chrome armour enamelled with a rose-tree of flaming q'abbalic world rose-head-processors. You know what comes next. It's the pseudopod of bees it uses for a tongue. It's the pseudopod bee-tongue that goes into the MAUDE MATRIX OF DEDI which is pictured as an albino octopus flickering symbols whose suckerpods are nipples and whose beak is a flaming green vagina rose where a few dancing vibrating bees land near the clitoris and begin to do a little dance, a hypoiconic indexical saltarello, perhaps even a poem which is a map to a secret lake where King Stucky and the Little people discuss the myth of the origin of drawing... You find honey-bear at Celtic Mystery School? They told me there'd be space travel in this job. Friggin' Lyres! - Original Message - From: Bjørn Magnhildøen [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Monday, December 12, 2005 1:20 AM Subject: sss not sure if this is spam or not handmade fake spam-score first are the simulated gnomish medication then there's the traverse banyan router filtering (##) once it's true it's in your inbox, the Actual (arrived (Levy)) [persistent problematics, virtualization] it's possible that it exists (latency, interval, zizek's master) the subsistent arrives (the obvious) [next page is blank] Akmyzdomeatht, Thitraniumsexsea, Zamatic Virometamagivoidciswo Vargeexeronpathaphro Ruptdeci. Macbeparaloglli Misdy .book + Yxbac Thpseusumseptihypolon Sester Situni Egolsumazxim Beamnanolyzcyclochegar Intoa Punkfee Cellka 'mystery + Hcesuahnezoivtip Cideitletabr Sllatsni + Dernaoptishmersce. Moddygyrozconva Mancerphototendmise Lonultra Chloclon $book + Ydcab, Erep Shwi Cga, Llenua, Zepop Edefmot 'hounslow + Cycloloop Pisietunnescro. Tiondeci Bongco Scapphoto. Corxero #### ## ## #### ## ## ### ## ## ## #### ## ## ## ## ## ### ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## #### ## ## ### ### ## #### ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ## ### ## ## ## ### ## # ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ### ## ## ## ## #### ## #### ## ## ## ## ## #### ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## #### ## #### ## ## ### ## ## ## #### ### ## ## ##
Re: A man and A woman
I like this Morrigan. For some reason I read it as being about the image and the gaze, the image being the woman, and the gaze being the man.. these could be swapped of course.. He returns to her and pulls her to her feet. She flops against him like an unfastened puppet. He holds her under her arms and she falls into him. Its all she wants, to be absorbed by him and granted strength through acknowledgement. and the spectator views the drama quite by accident this detail is also fascinating: I see him in front of her, a dark and light stripy jumper. as in the 'line bounding'.. boundaries that bound! shades of Blake.. lovely cinema with plenty of strange attractors. lq - Original Message - From: morrigan To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Monday, December 12, 2005 6:31 AM Subject: A man and A woman I walk the dog at midnight. The pavements are slick with winter rain that is freezing into speckled ice. The soles of my boots skid almost imperceptibly. I hear a woman scream, high and ragged. Immediately I am alerted. I scan the dark horizon. I see her some distance off, running across a road. She is a mere shadow. I walk in the direction she is running, worried momentarily that perhaps she has become maddened and will scream at me. I wonder whether she is shouting into a mobile phone. I see him in front of her, a dark and light stripy jumper. She is pursuing him but he does not break his stride of singularity. From somewhere deep inside her another gut wrenching howl, I love you so fucking much. He continues to walk away from her. She quickens her pace and draws level with him, half grabbing, half jumping at him. She hits him. For a moment they tussle and she collapses on the floor, folding up under the weight of her own drunken pain. The man walks away. She is lying on the ground. Her throat must be open because the sounds from it are reverberating around the park, ricocheting off the trunks of trees, rattling the empty winter benches, strafing the low grass He returns to her and pulls her to her feet. She flops against him like an unfastened puppet. He holds her under her arms and she falls into him. Its all she wants, to be absorbed by him and granted strength through acknowledgement. He rises again and set out from her. With every step he takes the distance between them increases. She stands, her arms flailing, no sense emerging from her contorted mouth that can only plead in half grunts and shrieks, but then he returns again and I see them silhouetted in the distance. I walk to where I cant see them, knowing my circle will bring me back to their position, my cycle of movement will always bring me to their place. The dog trots. The cathedral in front of me is illuminated against the night sky with blue-green light. Traffic passes me, all people going somewhere, or coming from somewhere. A drunken man lurches in his approaching walk. I turn the corner and they are there again. He walks in front of her and she trails behind him in a staggering confusion. He pauses. She hurries to reach him, her whole body propelled towards him. I draw closer to them. I can see her clasping at him. He takes her hand and punctures her anger. I am parallel with them now. She is limp in the tears she has shed, exasperation thickens his voice I love you, he says, I just cant do this anymore. She is sniffing. I can hear her heels against the concrete. Im sorry, she is saying, as I cross their path and head towards the road.
And now refers only to Nehi's Artificial Colouring
hover, dishabille of tauroctonous imperium, know that social isolation stress impairs passive avoidance learning in senescence-accelerated M.I.C.E (Member of the Institution of Civil Engineers) in some invented tradition is the Nehi (her orange throat like a feathered impellor) who referred to you as a pearl-pixelled leveret
Re: Request: Corman Multimedia
There's an indie tribute album out, cat power, some delta blues, i forget what all.. i found it for a buck or something in a cut-out bin.. great flick.. was reading Mary Ruefle's Memling's Veil (alabama press, '78) and an old Stoicism antho while it played.. her pieces on Kafka are pretty goofy and good - Original Message - From: Steve Dalachinsky [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Monday, December 05, 2005 2:31 PM Subject: Re: Request: Corman Multimedia saw the great existential masterpiece last night 2 lane black top wow
Re: ~
And has anyone here read Arno Schmidt? The one out on Green Integer is remarkable.. extremely dense.. http://www.greeninteger.com/catbook.cfm?BookID=55
A collection from the Cialisian Spamvaults
Brittle Adulterant Crunch, Dissolvable Clasppin Polynesian, Necrose Sculp, Spasmodic Moorbath, Leotard Stay [A collection from the Cialisian Spamvaults] The Shepherd-boy, now really alarmed, shouted in an agony of terror: Pray, do come and help me; the Wolf is killing the sheep; but no one paid any heed to his cries, nor rendered any assistance. The Wolf, having no cause of fear, at his leisure lacerated or destroyed the whole flock. There is no believing a liar, even when he speaks the truth. The Cat and the Birds A CAT, hearing that the Birds in a certain aviary were ailing dressed himself up as a physician, and, taking his cane and a bag of instruments becoming his profession, went to call on them. He knocked at the door and inquired of the inmates how they all did, saying that if they were ill, he would be happy to prescribe for them and cure them. They replied, We are all very well, and G.F.T. 1 M. Bayle thus characterises this Life of Aesop by Planudes, Tous les habiles gens conviennent que cest un roman, et que les absurdites grossieres qui lon y trouve le rendent indigne de toute. Dictionnaire Historique. Art. Esope. *Preface PREFACE THE TALE, the Parable, and the Fable are all common and popular modes of conveying instruction. Each is distinguished by its own special characteristics. The Tale consists simply in the narration of a story either founded on facts, or created solely by the imagination, and not necessarily associated with the Equals make the best friends. The Wolf and the Sheep A WOLF, sorely wounded and bitten by dogs, lay sick and maimed in his lair. Being in want of food, he called to a Sheep who was passing, and asked him to fetch some water from a stream flowing close beside him. For, he said, if you will bring me drink, I will find means to provide myself with meat. Yes, said the Sheep, if I should bring you the draught, you would doubtless make me provide the meat also. Hypocritical speeches are easily seen through. The Aethiop THE PURCHASER of a black servant was persuaded that the color of his skin arose from dirt contracted through the neglect of his huntsmen, attracted by the rustling of the leaves, looked back, and seeing the Hart, shot an arrow from his bow and struck it. The Hart, at the point of death, groaned: I am rightly served, for I should not have maltreated the Vine that saved me. The Serpent and the Eagle A SERPENT and an Eagle were struggling with each other in deadly conflict. The Serpent had the advantage, and was about to strangle the bird. A countryman saw them, and running up, loosed the coil of the Serpent and let the Eagle go free. The Serpent, irritated at the escape of his prey, injected his poison into the drinking horn of the countryman. The rustic, ignorant of his danger, was about to drink, when the Eagle struck his hand with his wing, and, seizing the drinking horn in his talons, carried blank face and inquisitive eyes, monseigneur? The deep, hollow roll of a throated cough filled the silence, and then the Jackal spoke. The great professor of law has transgressed, inserted himself where he should not be. Hes a dead man. Edith Gates, wife of the celebrated attorney and professor of law, silently opened the door of the private study in their elegant town house on Louisburg Square. Her husband sat motion less in his heavy leather armchair staring at the crackling fire, a fire he insisted upon despite the warm Boston night outside and the central air conditioning inside. As she watched him, Mrs. Gates was once again struck by the painful realization that there were ... things ... about her husband she would never understand. Gaps in his life she could never fill, leaps in his So be it. *7* Marie St. Jacques Webb greeted the Caribbean morning by stretching in bed and-looking over at the crib several feet away. Alison was deep in sleep, which she had not been four or five hours ago. The little dear had been a basket case then, so much so that Maries brother Johnny had knocked on the door, walked cowardly inside, and asked if he could do anything, which he profoundly trusted he could not. How are you at changing a nasty diaper? I dont even want to think about it, said St. Jacques, fleeing. Now, however, she heard his voice through the shutters outside. She also knew that she was meant to hear it; he was enticing her son, Jamie, into a race in the pool and speaking so loudly he could be heard on the them in and break them. Im the target, so let them come after me. That would entail far looser protection than I envisage for you and Dr. Panov, Mr. Conklin, said the director firmly. Then disenvisage, sir. Alex looked back and forth at Casset and Valentino, suddenly raising his voice. We can do it if you two will listen to me and let me mount it! Were in a gray area, stated Casset. This thing may be foreign-oriented, but its domestic turf. The Bureau should be brought in- No way, exclaimed
Cast Iron Stove
It took him in the early winter already amidst the wailing from within the strange cave of our emotional mind, heart, and all of them burning through its system, a burning color in the mind of the birds and trees, black, unknown, and seemed unlikely, serpentine motors, or even words, lines, if tropisms of an ocean worm would dedicate the names of mirages, the mirror, among others, and finding those unopened bottles from 1968, someone smoking at the airport, old fancies of technical ruminants, cold wind, he thought quite slowly, the Earth + always already + sublime, or even picturesque cast iron stove, Idaho.
The Pickled Punktum VS. The Tennessee Studium
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Re: phamanoeromanome
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NDEX TO VOL. 1. OF LIT~ELLS LIVING AGE.
Abinger, Lord 436 Free Thinker . 145
Aecouchement of the Queen, . 586 French Cookery 49
Advice to Young Men 438 French Novels 387
Alfred, King; a Poem, 439 French Spngs, , , ... . 531
Anitomy an~ Philosophy of Expremsioi~, . 289 G~II Mad. De 545
Ancient Institutions 673 Gt,lrs.,
Anonymous Letter 62 ofLaggan 412
Antiquarian Intelligence ~ Greece
Groans of the Internal Geini 541
Atmospheric Railway 302, 475 Guano . . W7, 207, 344
Bank of England, . . . 582
Bar~res Memoirs ~ Ilalleck Fitz Greene 41
Barnficld, Richard, . . ~ Hays Western Barbary, . . . 458, 068, 676
Bayley, T. Haynes 442 Hayti 284
Bernadotte 268 298 Highlands of Ethiopia 368
Books for Working Class ~ Hood, Mr., 642
Brigands in Spain 538 House of Mourning 435
British Fleet 78 Hume, and his Influence upon History, . 161
British Institutions, . . . . 591 Hunt on Light 213
342
Brougliam Vindicated., . 221 HUI~ts Poetical Works
Bruinmel, George 195, ~ 333 Hewitts German Experience., 671, 757
Bryant, William Cullen 42 Hypochondriac 482
Budget ~o Import Duties 582
Butlers (Bishop) Wrifings 691 India, 280
Irish State Trials, 471
Campbell, Thomas 706 Irish Travelling Anecdote 255
Cape Town 756 Italy, . . . 202,582
Cheapest Nation in the World 340
Cheap Books 496 Jerusalem at Sunset 072
Chess Studies 263 Joinvllle, Prince De, . 468, 460,470, 47.4, 589
Chess Match 286 Judges Sentenues 590
Childrens Books 296 Kendalls Santa Pd 346
China,, 212, 2~, 582 Knight Charles 583
Chi,rch, The 581 Laissez-Faire, Bigotry of 338
Clients Story 87 Lakes, Rise and F all of 52~
CoZiperative Principle 591 Land Draining 681
Copyright, International 4~ Last Citation 445
Corday Charlotte 440, 590 Law Reform 276
Correspondence, ~ 2,68, 330, 194, 258, Leghorn, Adventure at 601
~ 322, 386, 450, 514 Longfellow, H. W 42
Cranberry Lj65 Louis Philippe 221, 276, 343
Criminal Law 270 Lunar Eclipse 467
Crockford, Mr., 466
Crusades, Influence of 360 Manns Report on Education., 428
Cuba, Slavery in 206 Marlborough 593
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Re: phamanoeromanome
Bjorn, This is amazing, and I had a huge reply, the /not-from 'me' reply
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cell as templus
i'll try to rebuild my beaver.damn something.
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Re: phamanoeromanome
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I meant Cellini not Celine. Sorry. Toulouse Lautrec is in my pencil legs: Biography for Gibby Haynes Height 6' 5 (1.96 m) Trivia Father is Jerry Haynes, star of the long-running children's program also sang for rock band P, which he formed with Johnny Depp. since 1982, has been lead singer of Texas-based psycho-rockers the Butthole Surfers. Gibby Haynes' dad, Jerry, was Mr. Peppermint in the children's TV show. Performed with industrial music band Ministry on song Jesus Built My Hotrod in 1991. Watching fucking idiot hillbillies throw vegetables at the Clash in Memorial Auditorium. The same Auditorium Elvis had played in some 30 odd years previous, also Gnat King Cole. Jim Montcrease sold me Angel Dust instead of X and put me in the Hospital. I'm sitting with Dan Wilkes in the Medieval Inn in Dallas having a half-yard of Newcastle. The Glamour is unbearable. My wife is in shock at the exquisite nature of our hand knitted carrot toboggans. Two years earlier, that same night, I walked in on Aaron and a black hooker having sex with a murdered chicken. He said, Tetrodotoxin can also be a powerful aphrodisiac.. When I was 8, me and my gay lover found a severed hand. Later that same day I would lose 3 fingernails in a concrete bench moving accident after performing horrible experiments with a chemistry set and my gay lover on a neighbor's dog.
Creating Outsiders: Endangered Languages, Migration and Marginalisation
The Foundation for Endangered Languages held its ninth conference last month in Stellenbosch, South Africa. Its theme was the marginalisation of languages due to histories of migration, especially in Africa, but also in Siberia and other parts of Europe, Asia and Australia. Its proceedings are now available, entitled Creating Outsiders: Endangered Languages, Migration and Marginalisation and edited by Nigel Crawhall and Nicholas Ostler (ISBN 0-9538248-7-X) It is an 184-page volume, and the contents look like this: Map of Language Locations by Page Number Index of Authors Note on Spelling of Clicks Index of Languages and Families Nigel Crawhall, Nicholas Ostler Preface Section 1 Keynote Address Rajend Mesthrie Language Endangerment in the Indic and Zanzibari Communities of KwaZulu-Natal Section 2 Outward Migration and Endangered Languages Tomasz Wicherkiewicz Diaspora Languages at the Edge of Extinction: Karaim, Tatar and Armenian in Central-Eastern Europe at the End of the 20th Century Tjeerd de Graaf Dutch in the Steppe? The Plautdiitsch Language of the Siberian Mennonites and their Relation with the Netherlands, Germany and Russia Evgeniy Golovko The Making of Identity, the Making of a Language: on some Linguistic Consequences of the Russian Colonization in Siberia Section 3 Inward Migration and Endangered Languages Laura Bennetts The Marginalisation of Mosuo Mary E. Kropp Dakubu Role Restriction and Marginalisation in an Urban Context: the Fate of Ga in Accra Maarten Mous Yaaku and Ma'a: an Endangered Language and the Way Out Mamadou Lamine Sanogo Survivance linguistique en pays tiefo: le cas de Peni Section 4 First Peoples Nigel Crawhall The Story of !Ui : Causality and Language Shift in Africa Jakelin Troy, Michael Walsh Languages Off Country? Revitalizing the 'Right' Indigenous Languages in the South-East of Australia Herman M. Batibo Hua: a Critically Endangered Khoesan Language in the Kweneng District of Botswana Soldier David Naude, Willemen le Roux Endangered Languages, Migration and Marginalisation of the Anikhwe Kipnyango Seroney Identity, Immigration and Colonial Dominance in Kenya: Terik and Luhya, 1942-1950 Kems C. Monaka, Andy M. Chebanne San Relocation: Endangerment through Development in Botswana Section 5 Policy, Power and Endangered Languages Salem Mezhoud Salvation Through Migration: Immigrant Communities as engine rooms for the survival and revival of the Tamazight (Berber) language William Fierman Kazakh Language: from Semi-Endangerment to Partial Recovery Mekonnen Gabre-Yohannes Alemu Multilingual Policy of Education for revitalizing Marginalised Indigenous Languages in Ethiopia Thamar E. Gindin The Hebrew Component and the Israeli Component: Sandwich Languages in Israel Section 6 States and Minorities Patrick Heinrich Reversing Language Shift on Okinawa Island Finex Ndhlovu Zimbabwe's Postcolonial Language Policy Formulation Paradigms 1987-1998: Another Recipe for the Marginalisation of Minority Languages Maya Khemlani David The Network Theory and Language Maintenance: a Study of Three Communities in Peninsular Malaysia Galina Dyrkheeva The Buryat Language in Bilingual Environment: Buryat-Russian, Buryat-Chinese, Buryat-Mongol Section 7 Migrations in History and Prehistory Brigitte Pakendorf Language Loss vs Retention in connection with Prehistoric Migrations in Siberia: a Linguistic-Genetic Synthesis Ronald P. Schaefer, Francis Egbokhare and Demola Lewis Marginalisation of Northern Edo Vernaculars Wilson McLeod Gaelic in Scotland: The Impact of the Highland Clearances Copies are now available, at 20 pounds sterling ($35 US) apiece (including surface postage and packing). For air-mail dispatch, please add 7.50 pounds/$12.50. You can pay by - a cheque (in pounds sterling) payable to Foundation for Endangered Languages. - a check (in US $) payable to Nicholas Ostler. - proof of having sent an equivalent sum in your own currency to the society's account, Foundation for Endangered Languages, Account no: 50073456, The Cooperative Bank (Sort code: 08-90-02), 16 St. Stephen's Street, Bristol BS1 1JR, England. - or by credit card (Visa, MasterCard, EuroCard), enclosing Card number, Expiry date (month | year), Name (as on card), and Address (as on card). To expedite delivery, please send orders to the address below. Christopher Moseley [EMAIL PROTECTED] 9 Westdene Crescent, Caversham Heights, Reading RG4 7HD, England
I woke up crying...
in the dream it is a war torn battlefield, there's some kind of checkpoint it's unclear, multiple armies, a troup carrier is trying to get through, there's some trouble, the checkpoint soliders don't want to let through a group of soldiers who have a prisoner in their vehicle because of his nationality. i say 'his' here, but the soldiers don't really seem explicitly male, though they are masculine. the leader concedes to leave the prisoner to move on, but the prisoner protests knowing his fate. the truck takes off, and the prisoner makes a break running for the back of the truck where some soldiers are holding out their hands to help in get back in. just as he takes their hands a rifleshot rings out. the two soldiers lock eyes and then they KISS! everything starts to get thin and slow down, there's a kind of vortex in the KISS! the two soldiers are enacting a kind of ancient farewell between the alienated individual and the socius. and there's a soundtrack.. a beautiful voice singing, a kind of slow jazzy, the humanity gets modulated in different ways: Huumaaannityyy, It was your very fiirst kiiisss.. Huumaaannityyy, It was your very laast ksss... and it just keeps repeating, and a montage of battle-scenes plays, and scenes or memories of mothers kissing their newborn infants, people kissing the elderly, people kissing the dead, the dieing.. I woke up crying...
Re: _.echo mitochondria 1_
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Getting Physical with Romanticism
Getting Physical with Romanticism Romantic studies have always been a weathervane for contemporary issues in cultural theory, partly because all the roads to modernity seem to lead back to the Romantic period, and partly because Romanticism has always seemed to be something more than a period of cultural history in its tendency to elicit passionate commitments and continued debates about its nature and importance. To be a Romanticist, to profess Romantic literature or culture, has always seemed to entail something more than being a scholar of the eighteenth century, or even being a professional literary historian more generally. The conversation in cultural studies has turned, in recent years, toward material culture, objecthood, and physical things. It is not surprising, then, that these issues have percolated down to the early nineteenth century, and that the relationship of Romanticism and the Physical is now on the agenda. In the old days, of course, it would have been Romanticism and the Spiritual (or the mental, the psychological, the ideal, the immaterial, the metaphysical). We would have been quoting Blake's Mental Things are alone real and Wordsworth's vaporous raptures over the mind and the spirit. But if all roads lead to Romanticism, they inevitably bring along with them the baggage of our present concerns- -post-coloniality, gender, race, technology, and now the physical. What exactly is the physical? Is it the physical body? or the physical, material world more generally, the object of the physical sciences, especially physics (and not biology)? Is it the domain of nature, the nonhuman realm of what Wordsworth called rocks and stones and trees, and all the rest-the earth, the oceans, the atmosphere, the planets and stars in their courses? And what is the rhetorical or theoretical force of invoking the physical as a thematic within Romanticism? Is this a signal of a new materialism, another overturning of Hegel and idealism? Is it a reflex of the fashion for bodily matters in contemporary criticism, and if so, is this a natural body or a cultural body? A virtual techno-body, a gendered, racialized, erotic body, or a body without organs? Where does the invocation of the physical locate us in the endless debate of nature and culture, the natural and human sciences? Is it a replaying of the old Romantic division between the physical, understood as the organic, living substance, and the material, understood as the inert, dead, or mechanical? The great temptation for Romanticists is to think that our gesture of getting physical with Romanticism is an accomplishment in itself. We are in danger of supposing that somehow the turn to the physical is a tough-minded and realistic gesture, a politically progressive act of getting down to the concrete, hard facts, the obdurate stuff of things in themselves, an escape from old fashioned Romantic idealism. and of course the more closely we look a both Romanticism and at the physical world, the more difficult it becomes to sustain any such illusion. The physical is a thoroughly metaphysical concept; the concrete is (as Hegel points out) the most abstract concept we have; bodies are spiritual entities, constructions of fantasy; objects only make sense in relation to thinking, speaking subjects; things are evanescent, multistable appearances; and matter, as we have known since the ancient materialists, is a lyric substance more akin to comets, meteors, and electrical storms than to some hard, uniform mass.* *see Daniel Tiffany's _Toy Medium_ for a brilliantly detailed exploration of poetic substances and iconologies of matter.
Re: River Wax
beaverbeaver be a verb, e aver no clues needed.. :) the hollow hallow riparian tallow fellow .. - Original Message - From: Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Thursday, December 01, 2005 9:58 AM Subject: Re: River Wax Most intriguing! I have to plead clueless on the origin. Thanks! --- phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: as demigods with tats that lack great art hmm, do you know the origin of the word 'totem' It might interest you to know that in 1790 a man named John Long came to London with an initiatory tattoo of the Ojibwe.. The man had lived with the Ojibwe and had killed Americans with them in the revolutionary skirmishes. He called his beaver tattoo a 'totem'.. which essentially means in Ojibwe 'a member of my family' or something like that.. the word has essentially had a life of its own ever since.. i'm sure the image was rude, but it was probably the first beaver most english had ever seen.. now how we get from an Ojibwe beaver totem tattoo word-meme to beaver shots at U-Totem is anybody's guess.. How did we get that version of Beaver? Do you know? lq - Original Message - From: Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Thursday, December 01, 2005 9:37 AM Subject: River Wax May margins hold your dross of choice and limbo well accrue toward cushioning reflexive motion passing for accomplishment. May tacit bravery be known as the Wallendas showing off their grammar and good taste while we sip sap as if such slush might offer needed quietude. May toffy taste of supple young momentum dreamed along moist atmosphere of wood and mood and synthesis. May distance pacify your tendency to live long sans lungs glutted with spores accumulating as the gulls of dream go by and timbre just resuscitates the drive-by natterings still short on cash as demigods with tats that lack great art May wind be met by gravity that holds the sun in place where practice churns redacted feeling soon shoved out on stage to be consumed or poked by regulation sticks and storied stones that once flanked riverbed where tones of motion thinned receptive earshot. sheila e. murphy
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Re: A dickens of a morning
The High School boys. They wear those here too. they call them dusters. well perhaps there is a finer distinction.. A true duster is canvas i think. A bit alarming because that was the style of the kids who did the famous school shooting here in oregon. but its inevitable i suppose, as is everything.. Virilio talks about a 'black party' which isn't anything racial, but people who are radical activists for death.. basically a political organization based on radical depopulation theories..the party of serial murder.. I'm sure Thomas DeQuincey wouldve found that interesting as i certainly did. the urban planner as philosopher as prophet in the old Orwellian mode.. They come with leather dusters skull armbands in the night.. rousting us from our dotty dreams of warm porridge and googlevision.. :) on a perhaps lighter note I just watched The System (1964) aka The Girl Getters http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0060461/ which must've been filmed somewhere along there.. Is it really warm enough to swim? There's some ruins in the film but I can't figure out where it was filmed. Somewhere near Brighton? The next year Oliver Reed would play Bill Sikes in the Oscar winner Oliver. Really enjoyed seeing John Alderton, and a young David Hemmings in this as well as good old Ollie R. Though I like These are the Damned much better because.. It's got art, and sci-fi and apocalypse.. Next up is The Girl on a Motocycle (1968) which is really almost the exact opposite film in someways.. similiar nonetheless anyway.. Madame Bovary in leather? http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063013/ I wouldve been 1yr old when that came out. But I've seen too many tired french gangster flicks with Alain Delon.. Purple Noon best thing he ever did.. Thanks for this piece. always enjoy a cinematic peek at old Mother Albion.. lq - Original Message - From: Pixel To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Wednesday, November 30, 2005 1:16 AM Subject: A dickens of a morning every morning when i drop the kids at school after i've been blinded by the sunrise hitting the mirror sea, i drive home via Ovingdean wiggling my way through tiny roads dotted with cottages and horses and make my way back to the sea front, each time i spot the same young man walking on the pavement halfway between the wooden shed that sells logs and Christmas trees and the college for the blind that often has archery boards set up on it's grounds. come rain or shine he is always determinedly wearing the same black trilby hat and the same long shiny black leather coat and the same pony tail, his dark hair pulled tight at the base of his skull fully exposing his wispy sideburns. he always seemed a lonely sort, i could imagine him reaching his daily destination, whether it be college or work and setting himself down into some quiet corner, ignoring the fact that he is being ignored by his colleagues or fellow students, only speaking when his opinion is asked and then sometimes allowing himself to wax about his favourite guitar riff or computer game. he seemed so rigidly solitary every morning heading towards the sea front. until today when i turned onto the road that leads to the sea front and there he was, once more in his usual outfit and walking beside him was another young man, no hat and certainly no long hair but he too donned a long shiny black leather coat and there crawling on the right hand side of his neck was , a spiders web tattoo his dishevelled blonde hair shoved awkwardly to one side and his face contorted against the cold as he turned to listen to his hatted friend as he nattered on in amiable companionship. a Smike, if ever i saw one, to his Nicholas. xp
Mashies 2: Le doigt sale
Le Doigt Sale (foole's finger) Il ne faut pas mettre le doigt entre l'arbre et l'écorce. L'affaire lui a glissé entre les doigts. [er, MuKhTaLiF pEsHoOn. (near to mirth, or so)] It caused a meruaylous swete sauour To respyre and smell aboute his fyngers A pelare of marble Quare-on a tulke Wiþ a toile þis titill vp he wryate or Let them not licke the swete witch Of sowre is their poyson als sone as þe Son vp soSt þe slaStere begynnes And so to þe son-sett to-slyfte Al þy myrour þou mySt fol wel Bote nauSt þe ymage schifte And made+of grete shides and Of blockes Great fire at euery pilis Point and cornis croppis the techrys Stude, as lemand beriall droppis A muyle, al so whit as mylk but toe the Poore Dido this sight so skearye beholding What feeling creepeth? Een Plugge A Plugge or a wooden Pegg. contemporary seed words: finger tool sweet sunset mirror block tear mule scary plug
Redbon
Redbon: The Silent Germs of My Unrequited Love http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/images/collages/redbon.jpg blog:// http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/blog/phanero.html
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Re: Fudge P.S.
And there's also the perfectly strange depiction of the randy monk in GESUALDO -- DEATH FOR FIVE VOICES (Tod für fünf Stimmen) by Werner Herzog http://movies2.nytimes.com/gst/movies/movie.html?v_id=259006 who engages in rapt necrophilia upon the murdered wife of mad Gesualdo and of the bodies which are so strangely preserved and remain on display to this day.. and which prefigure or perhaps form part of the culture of influence for artists not limited to the exemplar of Gunther Von Hagens... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gunther_von_Hagens don't forget the beer.. or the Pantagruelion (perhaps) http://www.pantagruelion.com/ Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law is a moral utterance found in the Thelemic foundation scripture, which is called the Book of the Law. Do what thou wilt is known as the Law of Thelema. It is derived from the rule of the fictional Abbey of Thélème in the classic satire Gargantua by the French priest and occult student François Rabelais. Crowley recommends study of Rabelais when discussing the Law. In Rabelais this rule was fay çe que vouldras, French for do what you will. From his work the maxim became a well-known part of Western literary life, and was adopted by the satirical English gentleman's society called the Hell-Fire Club or the Friars of Medmenham. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hellfire_Club
Re: Redbon
Pyuunfard... Naglavitz.. - Original Message - From: Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tuesday, November 29, 2005 8:29 PM Subject: Re: Redbon Excellent! Thanks. -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tue, 29 Nov 2005 15:24:10 -0800 Subject: Redbon Redbon: The Silent Germs of My Unrequited Love http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/images/collages/redbon.jpg blog:// http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/blog/phanero.html
Re: Fudge P.S.
yes, i rented it.. your public library might have it as well. - Original Message - From: Steve Dalachinsky [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tuesday, November 29, 2005 10:12 PM Subject: Re: Fudge P.S. he wasn't a monk but i'd like to see that i love his music and herzog is it rentable
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Re: self-pity leads to run on sentences
Itis in Sri Lanka,andis kept atKandy. The Sinhalese were also very upset when the ancient tree which was a cutting of the original Bo tree under which Buddha gained enlightenment was damaged by the Tamil Tigers. http://www.lankalibrary.com/heritage/dalada.htm May I suggest a poem by James Schuyler called "Self-Pity Is A Kind of Lying, Too". The Buddha both does and doesn't exist, somehow he or his teachings are still a lot more than just another bone. There are relics, however. It was a big deal to the countries involved when a tooth of the Buddha was moved from one country to another, either from Myanmar to Thailand or vice versa. I don't remember which, anymore direction the tooth took or in which it was taken. Anyway, good luck in recovering from self-pity. I hope it doesn't take too long. Meditation might help but are you open to it?
Re: self-pity leads to run on sentences
Sri Lanka is once again in peril with its national integrity. Sovereignty Of Sri Lanka is being assailed by the most dangerous group of terrorists, the LTTE. It is ironical and sad but true that some of the arms and ammunition which the LTTE used to attack the Sacred Temple of the Tooth, the innocent pilgrims worshipping at the sacred Bo Tree at Anuradhapura and what they will use in future for similar murders of the innocent should have come via Thailand our friendly Buddhist neighbour. - Original Message - From: phanero To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tuesday, November 22, 2005 8:29 AM Subject: Re: self-pity leads to run on sentences Itis in Sri Lanka,andis kept atKandy. The Sinhalese were also very upset when the ancient tree which was a cutting of the original Bo tree under which Buddha gained enlightenment was damaged by the Tamil Tigers. http://www.lankalibrary.com/heritage/dalada.htm May I suggest a poem by James Schuyler called "Self-Pity Is A Kind of Lying, Too". The Buddha both does and doesn't exist, somehow he or his teachings are still a lot more than just another bone. There are relics, however. It was a big deal to the countries involved when a tooth of the Buddha was moved from one country to another, either from Myanmar to Thailand or vice versa. I don't remember which, anymore direction the tooth took or in which it was taken. Anyway, good luck in recovering from self-pity. I hope it doesn't take too long. Meditation might help but are you open to it?
Re: ***SPAM*** Xanax Pop, November: I stopped reading poetry because poets are assholes...
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Re: something from EDx in HongKong
Ed is actually something of a genius programmer. His expertise is OGL or some such. We used to do alot of experimental programs. He sets up his own extensions everything which you have to manually register. Most of his stuff is all for NT though, so probably not too artistically hip.. He has already designed 3d documents which are editable from the web, like a 3d wiki with tools like a rude photoshop.. he did that years ago.. we were playing with Animated 3d wikis in 97.. then he just goes back to drinking and having orgies with HK or Cambodian hookers.. He's older than you alan.. He was a child prodigy, a hardcore communist, an alchemical communist graduated highschool at 12 or something.. does calculus in his head.. a victim of drug alchemy i suppose, but sagely in his way.. an old friend.. We'll see if he ports something or not.. - Original Message - From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Monday, November 21, 2005 5:01 PM Subject: Re: something from EDx in HongKong If the other image is form the software, terrific! absolutely! Is there a way to make 2 such images slightly out of phase/color for 3d? - Alan On Mon, 21 Nov 2005, phanero wrote: OK, this a 3D poem generator, you've seen it before, but I was updating some old files and I got some new ideas. I'd like your opinion. I can make this fairly sophisticated, but if it is useless, I'd like to know why. (I'm crossing Jessica on this because she is a language scholar.) Basically, this app will allow you to intertwine strings of text in a 3DSpace. The 3DSpace in which the text is written can be a static world - a panorama - which doesn't change. You Lanny, created half the panoramas I'm using for testing, using SkyBox. But a true 3D world can be created for the text to live in. (like a real 3D world, as in a game like Doom3 or Half-Life2). This can be done using 3DSMAX or Maya or any similar app, but this app is designed to be used by holographic poets, and is much easier to use, because only poetry/prose options are available. This app will make it quick and easy to design a 3D document. What is a 3D Document? It's like a 2D Document, except you can rotate it, and it exists in a volume rather than on a plane. Imagine a huge sphere rather than a flat piece of paper. Say you begin to compose a poem at the center of sphere, on a flat plane, then you want your next line to be behind the first line. OK, translate the line -10 or so in Z, easy. But now you want some text 90degrees to the plane of the paper. Can't do that in MSWord. So you create a cube of text, one passage one each face of the cube. You can have multiple cubes, each inside of each other, or displaced from each other. Like say you have 3 cubes of text. You can place them side by side like 3 monkeys, or one inside the other. My demo software already does this. But suppose you want a cylindrical poem? Or suppose you want a scattered field of spherical text, like a starfield of text? Suppose you want to use pictures in your poem? Suppose you want to want to write the text on the geometry spirally, or vertically, or horizontally (horizontal L to R is the default). My software can to do this with one click of a button. Suppose you want to write text upon a Platonic Solid? Or any other arbitrary geometry. It can be done, but I haven't one it yet. Now for a new thing. As you know, I spent 3 or more years working on 3D text. So the characters in our words can be 3D. Also, our words can undulate in space, like snakes moving. Well, tell me what you think. Should I write this app? OH, I forgot one thing, pictures, effects, 3DObjects can be included in the poem. But can anyone write a poem with such a tool? Before you answer, let me give you a simple example of a poem written with this tool. A Sun explodes and The End appears fixed on the screen as the sun falls in pieces out of the screen. Then the words The End turn into a magnet, drawing the lost parts of the dead sun back. And the words change to 0, then to a new sun. But that is using the animation functions. I'm so sorry for all the nonsense I write, but I have looked back (at my sketches) and discovered that I produce an equal measure of good and bad. The bad stuff is very embarrassing, but the good stuff is as equally good. I don't know what to think of this. Of course I destroy all the bad stuff, but when I take a another go at producing a new Understanding, it works the same way. And I feel shamed and famed. ( URLs/DVDs/CDroms/books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt - revised 7/05 )
Re: Jean Baudrillard's The Conspiracy of Art.
can't find the article.. mostly just remember the mood i had reading it.. highly technical explication of some of the chemistry involved in the early formation of vertebrate endoskeletons.. stuff aboutthe ostracoderm and its precursors lq - Original Message - From: "Alan Sondheim" [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Saturday, November 19, 2005 11:51 PM Subject: Re: Jean Baudrillard's The Conspiracy of Art. Also, what about segmentalism? Not sure what you're referencing here - Alan On Sat, 19 Nov 2005, phanero wrote: Ah - I noticed that image right away myself, Hello Dali - can't think of Dali deploying anything resembling this except perhaps the canes echo Dali's crutches.. No I see this as part of an older tradition involving the voices of things, that the character of things is closely analogous to their being, that there is a kind of dual uncanny/unheimlich nature to all embodiment.. This seems far more related to Greek and Roman traditions of the Grylli..but it's also cartoon philosophy.. what else to call it.. it's philosophy done as a caricature, a physiognomy a kind of joky, fatalistic, 'humourous' physiognosis the knees are talking "wee are wretched kneee gotiators" the arse the arms the body as a corporate structure cryptically echoing our endosymbiotic origins our Arcimboldian microbial selves Our bodies are weird evolved architectures like Microbial arcologies if you've ever read about the chemistry involved in the evolution of vertebrate segmentalism and skeletal structure, its one of the most fascinating and epic creations really this image is one of the warmest most human ways to say that.. it expresses body wisdom.. there is knowledge in our tissues, it may have flaws, or be untranslatable, but internally there is a great deal of untapped bandwidth.. I just think these more humble folksy images speak to an innocence and charity towards our beastliness that I identify with ( URLs/DVDs/CDroms/books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt - revised 7/05 )
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Re: silvered
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Jean Baudrillard's The Conspiracy of Art.
Jean Baudrillard's The Conspiracy of Art. I am enjoying this text especially as I both agree with and disagree with the author in several registers. His use of the texts of Jarry is interesting and admirable, but the overall scope of the work is negative, if forthrightly so. It's the sort of 'is it really negation' which turns the notion of aporia into an art itself, and I think this is the real art of Baudrillard in this text. Baudrillard is probably one of the finest 'sculptors' of hermeneutic aporia there is..(like I know. gawd whatever) Nowhere does he really explore philosophy as an art within the text, or tear down the walls between art, science, and literature although he does make forays into the nexus of post-structuralist ideas in a way which makes one think he perhaps self- contaminated himself abit further than he lets on. If one views the book itself as a meta-text, as philosophy as art, then the one punctum which isn't drowned in the fevered cross-hatchings of his aporia-opera is his notion of the destructiveness of banality. This is has been one of my deformed underthoughts for many years, and JB gives an excellent rendering of the subject.. I haven't had the time to give the book my full attention if such a thing exists, but I am planning to read it next to Virilio and Lotringer's The Accident of Art but I've barely even had a chance to scan it though. Lotringer does mention Baudrillard's book on the second page of The Accident. There is some discussion of the aesthetics of futurism with reference to terrorism which is certainly interesting, a theme which is also present in a similiar way with reference to theories of the event in Sanford Kwinter's work Architectures of Time which I had paired with Jonathan Crary's Suspension of Perception.. I wanted to follow up on the co-editors of in my humble opinion one of the best Zone books Zone 6 Incorporations. The native oppositions between the sets are telling and fascinating. Virilio and Baudrillard roughly are deconstructing 'art' while Kwinter and Crary exploit the archive to make careful readings of perception and social evolution through the lens of the arts.. Of the two, Kwinter's is the text more weighted toward the literary with its explications of immanence in the work of Kafka and within the structures of unbuilt furturist buildings, there's also a good deal of Bergsonism.. The Crary is much closer to the work of Barbara Maria Stafford with its deep perusal of medical and popular culture materials.. There is also something of an agreement between the sets, in that explicitly the Virilio and Baudrillard treat Modernism (especially early) and its precursors as something of a swan-song to authenticity while the Crary and Kwinter do so implicitly in the selection of their subject matter. I find the contrasts and oppositions between these sets of texts to be especially fruitful in thinking about my own hairbrained view of things and also some small comfort in their radicalized outsider/insider viewpoints.. There is still a good deal of the old Cynics or Kynics in the sense of Slojterdijk, camp left and it is heartening. Both the Baudrillard and the Virilio perform something of a Diogenesian urinary critique on art's toga with the difference that art itself these days loves to drink piss, though I'm sure neither of them live in a tub or expect to find an honest man.. though it is probably mostly whores who pay their way.. after all what idea isn't prostituted anymore.. the world mind is a brothel and the sex is as cold and precise as a freshly lubed robot, automatic.. I guess the thing I really take away from these texts is a marvelous sense of subjectivity and a lens into another way of seeing.. which is curiously resonant with a section in Charles Stross' weirdo cyber-darwinian creative commons freak-opera Accelerando where sentient alien parasitical corporations barter in consciousness uploads, basically using captured digitized minds as money to sample and taste their subjectivies, their alieness, and all of this within an ancient transgalactic router whose owners deleted themselves to free themselves from their own Artificially intelligent spam.
Re: Win/Loss Record
You have to meet the marebito..
Until then, it's no use trying to explain..
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You may be
interested in
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the fat heavy tongued
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we are all
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Re: Jean Baudrillard's The Conspiracy of Art.
I definitely want to look at whatever you suggest alan. The Echolalia book sounds fascinating, but then I have always had a thing for zone books. As for the O'Reilly stuff. It all sounds great, but really I get enough Geektopia at work so I kind of like to get in a more 18th Century mood at home, you know, bloody piss-stained caftan clustering my rusty ankles, the smell of the ripe spitoon, that kind of thing.. I am waiting for a hand-signed version of Damien Hirst's only poetry book to see what that's like though I havent researched this very deeply. I want to see what such a famous contemporary artist's poetry looks like.. The book is called Cancer age i think. I can always sell it and pick up the Lingis. I am also getting the exhibition catalogue to the Chapman's new show Like a Dog Returns to its Vomit which curiously resonates with the Baudrillard text. Actually I was a little disappointed at some of the examples or Lack of them Baudrillard chose to talk about. Some of the book is interviewlets. Have you read Zone 6? or Zone 3, or Zone 5? The Journal Alexandria is excellent as well. There's some great stuff in Zone 6. Metametazoa is a great piece. as well as the rest. I highly recommend Goya: The Last Carnival by Victor I Stoichita and Anna Maria Coderch. This is the third Goya book I've read in 3 years. Stafford references him as do the Chapmans. Barbara Maria Stafford is Brilliant, ne, and Yes, I have read it or at it.. It's a fatty.. I keep it next to the desk as a primary reference. Everybody should read her work. Not only Body criticism but her Artful science as well. These are encyclopedic wunderkammernish works. the illustration lists obscene. As far as the art goes in body criticism, be sure to check out T. McClean's The Body Politic or the March of the Intellect. I think that one image sums up my whole approach, or what i 'think' is my approach.. Better be hanged than thus be headed lq - Original Message - From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Saturday, November 19, 2005 10:04 AM Subject: Re: Jean Baudrillard's The Conspiracy of Art. I love this text - I'm about to review a Stafford book (that's how I got it at the SLSA) - Body Criticism - have you read it? What's your take on her? Also given your interests, you should absolutely check out Lingis' Excesses if you haven't, as well as his more recent work - Alan ( URLs/DVDs/CDroms/books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt - revised 7/05 )
Re: Jean Baudrillard's The Conspiracy of Art.
The O'Reilly 'think' books and stuff like Bennahum really hold me however - if anything these have to do with communalities, not tech - of course.. you can imagine a kind of floppy freckled useless flipper a zombi-flipper growing from my head, perhaps it's pierced with the etymology of Upanishad. I am always open to punishment. Have you read Zone 6? or Zone 3, or Zone 5? The Journal Alexandria is Probably not - I assume you're not talking about Zone books? Is the Baudrillard new? I don't have it - The Baudrillard and the Virilio are both new from Semiotext(e), both part of the Foreign Agents series. I AM talking about Zone books..(not with Alexandria) They gave them numbers AND titles.. These are from 1987-1992 and part of the Zone Journal series in part edited by Michel Ferer and Nadia Tazi.. Some excellent stuff in these.. These are on ZONE books imprimatur. from the MIT Zone books website: Zone 1/2 : The Contemporary City (Paperback) by Michel Feher (Editor), Sanford Kwinter (Editor) This inaugural double issue of the serial publication ZONE examines the physical, political, and perceptual transformations redefining the contemporary city. Zone 3 Fragments for a History of the Human Body - Part 1 Michel Feher, Ramona Naddaff and Nadia Tazi (Eds.) Paper / February 1989 OUT OF PRINT Zone 4 Fragments for a History of the Human Body - Part 2 Michel Feher, Ramona Naddaff and Nadia Tazi (Eds.) Cloth / February 1989 OUT OF PRINT Zone 5 Fragments for a History of the Human Body - Part 3 Michel Feher, Ramona Naddaff and Nadia Tazi (Eds.) Paper / February 1989 Price $38.50 | ADD TO CART Zone 6 Incorporations Jonathan Crary and Sanford Kwinter (Eds.) Paper / October 1992 OUT OF PRINT but then again One dog barks at nothing ten thousand others pass it on Barbara Maria Stafford is Brilliant, ne, and Yes, I have read it or at it.. It's a fatty.. I keep it next to the desk as a primary reference. Everybody should read her work. Not only Body criticism but her Artful science as well. These are encyclopedic wunderkammernish works. the illustration lists obscene. As far as the art goes in body criticism, be sure to check out T. McClean's The Body Politic or the March of the Intellect. I think that one image sums up my whole approach, or what i 'think' is my approach.. Ah - I noticed that image right away myself, Hello Dali - - Alan, better be banged than beaded - Better be hanged than thus be headed lq - Original Message - From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Saturday, November 19, 2005 10:04 AM Subject: Re: Jean Baudrillard's The Conspiracy of Art. I love this text - I'm about to review a Stafford book (that's how I got it at the SLSA) - Body Criticism - have you read it? What's your take on her? Also given your interests, you should absolutely check out Lingis' Excesses if you haven't, as well as his more recent work - Alan ( URLs/DVDs/CDroms/books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt - revised 7/05 ) ( URLs/DVDs/CDroms/books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt - revised 7/05 )
Re: Jean Baudrillard's The Conspiracy of Art.
Ah - I noticed that image right away myself, Hello Dali - can't think of Dali deploying anything resembling this except perhaps the canes echo Dali's crutches.. No I see this as part of an older tradition involving the voices of things, that the character of things is closely analogous to their being, that there is a kind of dual uncanny/unheimlich nature to all embodiment.. This seems far more related to Greek and Roman traditions of the Grylli..but it's also cartoon philosophy.. what else to call it.. it's philosophy done as a caricature, a physiognomy a kind of joky, fatalistic, 'humourous' physiognosis the knees are talking wee are wretched kneee gotiators the arse the arms the body as a corporate structure cryptically echoing our endosymbiotic origins our Arcimboldian microbial selves Our bodies are weird evolved architectures like Microbial arcologies if you've ever read about the chemistry involved in the evolution of vertebrate segmentalism and skeletal structure, its one of the most fascinating and epic creations really this image is one of the warmest most human ways to say that.. it expresses body wisdom.. there is knowledge in our tissues, it may have flaws, or be untranslatable, but internally there is a great deal of untapped bandwidth.. I just think these more humble folksy images speak to an innocence and charity towards our beastliness that I identify with
