Re: i swear
by peace and love to stand heart to heart and hand in hand mark oh spirit and here us now confirming this our sacred vow - Original Message - From: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: Sent: Saturday, September 09, 2006 2:49 AM Subject: Re: i swear we piece 2 is over- cast multiples soft dance of roots on strange planet of boneproof etiquettes what planet is this? which way now? the radio is alive the sunset was disappointing there are no shortcuts to real pleasure no way of raffling off our savage shadows we piece 2 is one over/cast the sunset seemed to be happening but then it wasn't. steve dalachinksy nyc 2006 -- No virus found in this incoming message. Checked by AVG Free Edition. Version: 7.1.405 / Virus Database: 268.12.2/442 - Release Date: 08/09/2006
I LABORATORY
I LABORATORY you mean to say they print such things by women let strangers into your dinner soup and deprecating cows saluted progress out of sight took a taxi cynical convictions split the web funny-place to fetch my writing they published a gurgle in the eyes of concussion bet you a turnip your sister believes without looking-up she read tid-bits of her favourite god http://stoneagetype.tk
Bush vs. Camus
I thought this might be of interest, from Slate. Bush vs. Camus What Albert Camus and the "little-ease" say about U.S. torture policies. By Peter Brooks -Peter Ciccariello
Title - Phenomenology of the Real (upcoming talk at WVU BIOS conference)
Title - Phenomenology of the Real (upcoming talk at WVU BIOS conference) The eye isn't like a camera. It scans, simultaneously receives and constructs. The eye tends towards interesting things, movement or anomaly. Scanning creates the choices and the Pale. Scanning creates the authentic and problematic. Scanning is an active process in the world, constructing worlds. Scanning implies bandwidth, implies negation: scan(x) and (x)(-x). Let us think for a moment about the edge of scan, about the infinite real or analog, about for example a theoretical motion capture device with a complete description of forearm skin during the average step of the average walk. Clearly one needs an infinite number of sensors; clearly the data becomes equivalent to the real with an ontological shift; clearly an infinite amount of energy is necessary; clearly this is impossible. Scan implies choice; I say, my raster is sufficient in this instance - meaning, I can divide this object or even clearly and cleanly in such a manner that nothing of importance is left out. Now I, perturbed, scan the perturbed body, perturb software; what may be for example flesh becomes file becomes image, and such an image that it is suitable for your eyes only, for this species within the sign of eternity. And I inject these images into the imaginary of both body and perception - that is, within the perceiving and receptive body - a body internally folded in a manner recalling Riemannian geometry - a body conceived as a multiply-connected manifold of tensions and distortions. This is the multiply-vibrating body, the body internally connected in such a manner as can only be the result of external connectivity; otherwise, as Kant might have it, the world may split apart. Such a body ingests time. It takes no time to ingest time; time disposes, indisposes. Every line is after every other. Imagine: An Access Grid moment: I send my body-image across the earth. A shot is fired. I am dead but read you reading me alive. I will not die on the Access Grid. A multiple-exposure photograph becomes a totalization, indecipherable; a multiple-exposure scan becomes stitched, recuperable, archaeological. I assert it is the body that is traveling on the Access Grid, it is the body that speaks to another body in online gaming or MOOs, it is the body that participates in a true, real economy, online and off, it is the sexed body that is scented online and off: For one, therefore the other; for the other, therefore the one. Let us never forget that other economics of the feasible, of starvation- extinction; there is there there. There are no scans there. There is there. There, is not present here. To understand its absence, one must understand the absence of digital, absence of analog, absence of the figure-in-the- landscape: perspective. There, is not even another question. There, is future. the future of impresent. This does not travel the Access Grid; this does not travel at all; in the future, we will not travel; in the future, we will not learn.
extreme Finnish button
joist-Carolinian salvations run overjoyed depositary in Wilhelmina making flarfing subteen -- Shannen in Arkansas googles college tech on ruined techno zeppelin with erysipelas, jokingly telescoping zeppelin sanity with system algorithm, muttering awakened devastations that gel Connie Selleca adjacent to Casanova's jar, entitled never to accost the burgher master controlling pasta, tied-dyed honker honkie pits posse to kin voiding thermoplastic jar banana pastiche timed matter relevance inheriting stark frailties and Peruvian oh wow, cute Dan (eidetic poetics eluding), onward! Joan Jett Googles Valentines, sends a sentiment sighing omigawd!!! gem of twittering technolgies atones!!! on sister's rocking tidy corporate logic. Hastiness smites satellite -- Bollixing Baseball chivvies chromium, enjoys dinette purity pasta (see Binary retsina sorrow mojo jar pyre with neat favoritism), sheik pyre meme thinks valance cummerbund is "tortoise's title tourney"; see how they evaluate Massasoit volunteers, jackpot ovate Ptolemaic task assaying task vigilante: We need beauty that does not first extricate itself from life as “art”, where beauty is easy (and therefore no such thing), but engages in the struggle of turning natural language into artifice, strophe by difficult strophe. Cast on congealed and quietening American sense, and writing jokes, belittle taste, smitten by skeins of Rosannea Arquette's love fund, Odetta needs defeatism, that coital perkiness complainer gotta nail surveillant jar taste aesthetically receiving sole brightening malaise rumination concerning Mesopotamian neckties in Arkansas – sic transit gloria kiosks complaining of lackluster geopolitics and jarring theoretics. Whatsamatta you Marseillaise vacillator? jackpot ovate polyvinyl, the polyvinyl that ate all the topmasts stammering in jarring estimation of lobbyist (sirloin nun the Ovate Vaudevillian) while spelunking zeitgeist erotica in the internet works nonresistance... Cuteness, lollapaloosa whitetails jots vestibule testing embryologist of Rabelaisian jerk enema with supernaturalistic listening vacant myth: take any kind of neat caveat, but tame not baseball
We R G*d's Adj.'s
god's adj.'s us ~ be 4 jiffy ugo Cie effo. ago Lil Jjibo sago See grow soya 17:16 PST 9/10/06 688 bytes I figured there migth be more in this, so I duplicated the file and traced it over 3 more times ias appear in this follow up post... In the context of repairing hymen. to satisfy? Sumthingk, I'm sure Ana has quite a sense of humour, methingks. BTW. I'm not making any of this up. It's what she says. Holy vegetarian bi-products! Hope your all enjoying a lazy light hearted Sunday. d^Vizio __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Re: An interesting letter from C S Lewis recently acquired
didto --- [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: > > In a message dated 9/10/06 6:01:26 PM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: > > > > Download and enlarge; the letters are quite big. His handwriting is poor > > however. - Alan > > > > > > On Sun, 10 Sep 2006, phanero wrote: > > > > > i cant harldy read the words on these.. > > > > came through just fine on my mac. > d^Vizio __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Re: None But Love
Yup. Great. Last nite, I'm pretty sure I saw a TV report that some Dr. is repairing broken hymen for a couple grand. That's dollars, not adjectives. reminding me of Rumi's thoughts on adjectives god's adj.'s us ~ be 4 jiffy ugo 16:37 9/10/06 625 btes FIXXXer in a jiffy, Missy. --- [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: > > In a message dated 9/10/06 7:39:58 PM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: > > > > > > none > > but love > > serves life ~ > > oil semen lord toil horn > > obi error lord toil arm > > ai nearer lord led Iran > > do Dwell woo tool even > > or, tweed end toil from > > > > tub evol...severs elf.. > > lo men semen...droll loitr horn horn > i b 000. hymen? fuseing words > d^Vizio __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Re: An interesting letter from C S Lewis recently acquired
In a message dated 9/10/06 6:01:26 PM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: Download and enlarge; the letters are quite big. His handwriting is poor however. - Alan On Sun, 10 Sep 2006, phanero wrote: > i cant harldy read the words on these.. came through just fine on my mac.
Re: None But Love
In a message dated 9/10/06 7:39:58 PM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: none but love serves life ~ oil semen lord toil horn obi error lord toil arm ai nearer lord led Iran do Dwell woo tool even or, tweed end toil from tub evol...severs elf.. lo men semen...droll loitr horn horn i b 000. hymen? fuseing words
None But Love
16:18 PST 9/10/06 929 bytes none but love serves life ~ oil semen lord toil horn obi error lord toil arm ai nearer lord led Iran do Dwell woo tool even or, tweed end toil from ~ Of late I've seen them as 4x4 or 5x5 (words x lines) The initial expression "none but love serves life", I thought and composed written with reverse script on Ana. The five lines following I did not edit, with the exception of the last "toil" which was earlier, "tid" and then "Wil", but finally retained as "toil"...otherwise, the words are presented just a they appeared from 5 successive traces (reasonably faithful to the line of the reverse written "efil sevres evol tub enon"). I didn't add the comma... looking down at the screen it was just there, as it should be. d^Vizio __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Re: An interesting letter from C S Lewis recently acquired
Download and enlarge; the letters are quite big. His handwriting is poor however. - Alan On Sun, 10 Sep 2006, phanero wrote: i cant harldy read the words on these.. - Original Message - From: "Talan Memmott" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: Sent: Sunday, September 10, 2006 2:40 PM Subject: Re: An interesting letter from C S Lewis recently acquired >twould be better to paste the letters into the email? nada better to link to... no need to get big ol' files when already fighting clogs... blog at http://nikuko.blogspot.com - for URLs, DVDs, CDs, books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt - contact [EMAIL PROTECTED], - general directory of work: http://www.asondheim.org Trace at: http://tracearchive.ntu.ac.uk - search "Alan Sondheim" http://clc.as.wvu.edu:8080/clc/Members/sondheim
Re: An interesting letter from C S Lewis recently acquired
No idea why they won't open for you - they're standard jpgs and I just checked - they're fine. I'd never include images in list email by the way - it's bad for archives and some inboxes - Alan On Sun, 10 Sep 2006, [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: In a message dated 9/10/06 5:23:13 PM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: http://www.asondheim.org/lewis2.jpg neither letter would open...david twould be better to paste the letters into the email? blog at http://nikuko.blogspot.com - for URLs, DVDs, CDs, books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt - contact [EMAIL PROTECTED], - general directory of work: http://www.asondheim.org Trace at: http://tracearchive.ntu.ac.uk - search "Alan Sondheim" http://clc.as.wvu.edu:8080/clc/Members/sondheim
Love
http://www.lawrimoreproject.com/ i liked the work from lead pencil studio. when i was a teenager my friends and i had a fort we built inside a v-shaped pair of billboards on the side of a highway. I call it "fort," but it was more like a hideout. it stayed there for many years until some kid got up in there and started taking pot-shots w/ a .22 at the cars on the highway using it like a human hunting blind. I don't think anyone got hurt, but the police tore out our fort. http://www.lawrimoreproject.com/leadpencilstudio.html1.html Laurie Anderson was great last night. 2nd row in the orchestra pit! Interesting discussion of her time spent as the 1st and last artist in residence at Nasa. she also made reference to the literary and biological grotesque in several oblique ways. One was about a dream she had of a two-headed calf saying hello to her in a dream, and another was a kind of almost ETA Hoffmanesque tale of a tree climbing telephone man who didnt work for the telephone company. this was all following on her circuitous route to 911 which went through the image of a Turkey buzzard "calculating" the weight of her little dog.. Earlier that evening http://www.pica.org/tba/tba06/detail.aspx?eventid=67 The show on Vietnamese birth defects and the innocent victims of our poisonings following our lovely war there made me cry and Kara nearly vomitted. but then we got eroticized watching Marina Abramovic's Balkan sexything movies.. some of this based in real ritual. http://www.pica.org/tba/tba06/detail.aspx?eventid=63 http://www.pica.org/tba/tba06/detail.aspx?eventid=45 Then we met a German performance art group (I forget their name!) and I had my Chakra fixed by Apollo/Ra and the Dionysius/Bike Messenger. To thank them I read them a few lines I had had Kara transcribe on the way to the show that had been rolling around in my head for two days. I also showed Apollo my 15th Century carnival badge I wear on my green 100% Hemp fibre Lenin cap which depicts a fish faced man peeing into a butter churner while he churns it, and both he and the churner are riding a giant fish like a surfboard. Here's the lines I pronounced upon the German Apollo/Dionysius: Oh, the endless, ageless bliss which speaks its labyrinthine name through these shattered monsters! Let it laurel our Seizurina of imperator air! They both liked it and asked me who had written it. I told them my Ford truck had written it in my mind as I drove to work one evening which seemed to make them chuckle. Dionysus was smoking incense through a giant hookah. We went and watched a Theo Angell film which for a while became my favorite art film ever. So good! Like a cross between Jodorowsky and Beuys.. A very odd and good use of video compositing.. I would certainly like to have the knowledge to use whatever it was he used, Avid, etc.. The dialogue was presnted like poetry onscreen, like a comic strip as well.. http://www.pica.org/tba/tba06/detail.aspx?eventid=46 What's funny late last nigt I put on Barbarella, and still just love it, when she salutes her president and just says, "Love.." Love (Kara rolled her eyes..) Love (whatever, I don't) I'd certainly rather have flower power, than generations of horribly deformed Iraqi's to look at.. Apollo was all painted gold and had a baseball cap with the eye of Ra and he was smoking a cigarette. Maybe even Divinity has a few bad habits.. This is my Apollo. He's just a working joe. He offerened me some bread and wine, but I was already full on Tandoori chicken and saag and a Kingfisher beer. http://www.pica.org/ I'll say it again and make a little hyle itlure "Love"
Re: An interesting letter from C S Lewis recently acquired
i cant harldy read the words on these.. - Original Message - From: "Talan Memmott" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: Sent: Sunday, September 10, 2006 2:40 PM Subject: Re: An interesting letter from C S Lewis recently acquired >twould be better to paste the letters into the email? nada better to link to... no need to get big ol' files when already fighting clogs...
Re: An interesting letter from C S Lewis recently acquired
twould be better to paste the letters into the email? nada better to link to... no need to get big ol' files when already fighting clogs...
Re: An interesting letter from C S Lewis recently acquired
In a message dated 9/10/06 5:23:13 PM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: http://www.asondheim.org/lewis2.jpg neither letter would open...david twould be better to paste the letters into the email?
An interesting letter from C S Lewis recently acquired
An interesting letter from C S Lewis recently acquired http://www.asondheim.org/lewis1.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/lewis2.jpg
Re: dimension me
:) wow![EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: you are now officially disveered
BAD PRESS
The Gospel makes clear our chances. here's Insteadery w/ bells on. http://badpress.infinology.net/serials/version4.htm FOURTEEN months after the last issue ... SIX months after we were good to go ... Your chance to own the hard-to-find Princess Diana commemorative Bad Press Serials Version 4.X, aka _Eyes Monthly_ #1. With tributes from Sean Bonney, Marianne Morris, Tom Raworth, and others, including Sean Bonney. For a limited time this elegant, highly-collectible item is available at its introductory price (£39.99 payable monthly over five months). You pay nothing now. £3. I have one here with me. it recommends to a friend: She should sabotage their face . . . "uh, ok." http://badpress.infinology.net/serials/version4.htm then what? Kaia Sand, heart on a tripod, Marianne Morris, Commedia dell'arte, Tom Raworth, Caller excerpt, Sandy Baldwin, 5 mild obscenities they remove each other's clothing, Lanny Quarles, Sargasso and Spandex, Youngblood's Court de Walg, Andrew Zurcher, Sinis (the next titillating episode), Ron Don Paste, unacceptable poetomachia (craven in nature), Sean Bonney, six visualish poems, Chris Paul, Truth Serum vs. Erroneous Shit: a faultline encyclopedia in 27 parts, then ads, a miscellany wherein reports on Cork Soundeye 2006, ePoetry 2005, Simon Jarvis's Unconditional extravaganza from Barque Press, & bits & bobs ... http://badpress.infinology.net/serials/version4.htm Our contributor's bodies, & environments. KAIA SAND: She turned up in A WORLD OF SHRIEKING FAT. Her decision, versified. RON 'DON' PASTE: Scots steel tempoed wi Irish lyre. SEAN BONNEY Inconvenient? ANDREW ZURCHER -- His new poem, "My Sinuses", well-received . . . so lulled are its readers with Lady Diana commemorative congition. TOM RAWORTH HAS SACKED HIS NIPPLES "they had been warned innumberable times." BONUS: no new episode, titillating, by ANONYMOUS of PHLEGM. "My GOD, what are you DOING, CHRIS PAUL?" "something I should have done a long time ago." LANNY QUARLES: His new poem, "The Sargasso and Spandex", well-received e.g. "Assault by catapult jellyfish should only be attempt on important objectives unobtainable by other forms of operations. It is important that all the conditions be met. 1 INTELLIGENCE 2 SUPERIORITY OF NUMBERS 3 GROUND SUPPORT as a rule of thumb the jellyfish should be supported no later that 48 hours. otherwise inconvenience reign." THE MISCELLANY: the police observe the nether-feather, but the plucky Miscellany HOCKS UP her egg. Misses Blair but still. MARIANNE MORRIS - met the man one once. Separates out his _verba_ and _res_. like egg salad. SANDY BALDWIN: pincer out his nails stops his chewing them no use; midnight in the Bad Press Office, crunch crunch over the empty Tupperware . . . [sadly] those gory Plectrums offa the spectrum. offa the spectrum. Roll credits. When you think about BAD PRESS SERIALS 4 publicity material a cloven pine melts. ANDREW ZURCHER: trees fold down. "I know they do. I know they do." http://badpress.infinology.net/serials/version4.htm [1] In John Dryden's retelling of _The Tempest_, ARIEL meets SINIS on law conversion course. badpress.infinology.net http://badpress.infinology.net/serials/version4.htm
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Ghost Town: text message novella
http://www.youthnoise.com/novella/ Ghost Town: novella via 160-character sms/text messaging "Virgin Mobile USA has announced a short story named Ghost Town that will be delivered exclusively through text messages. Two messages will be sent per day over a five week period. The first messages will be sent out on August 14th. The promotion is aimed at raising awareness of teen homelessness. Readers will also have the opportunity to determine how the story ends, choosing between two options via text message poll. The novella focuses on the experiences of a 17-year-old boy who, with the support of his counselor and girlfriend, is able to rise up and overcome many of the hardships he faces being homeless."
The last paragraph I read
last night, on the eve of our anniversary (Lynda's and mine--our fifteenth, as near as we can recollect) and the beginning of another new year for me, my seventy-first, was found by chance in John Ashbery's Three Poems, written back when he was in his late thirties and seeming today something like a little prayer for all of us."We were ideally happy. we had reached that stage in our perennial evolution where holy thoughts no longer existand one can speak one's mind freely, and the night shotback an answering fragrance: too far to the stars, but itwas here in its intimacy that wraps you in permissiveness,leaving you free as it wanes to learn more about your specialthoughts or any ideas you might have. It is never too lateto mend. When one is in one's late thirties, ordinary things--like a pebble or a glass of water--take on an expressivesheen. One wants to know more about them, and one inturn lived by them. Young people might not envy thiskind of situation, perhaps rightly so, yet there is nowinterleaving the pages of suffering and indifference tosuffering a prismatic space that cannot be seen, merelyfelt through the mists of helpless acceptance of everythingelse projected in our miserable, dank span of days. Oneis aware of it as an open field of narrative possibilities.Not in the edifying sense of the tales of the past that weare still (however) chained to, but as stories that tell onlyof themselves, so that one realizes one's self has dwindledand now at last vanished in the diamond light ofspeculation. Collar up, you are lighter than air. The onlyslightly damaged bundle of receptive nerves is hummingagain, receiving the colorless emanation from outer spaceand dispatching dense, precisely worded messages. Thereis room to move around in it, which is all that matters.The pain that drained the blood from your cheeks whenyou were young and turned you into a whitened specterbefore your time is converted back into a source of energythat peoples this new world of perceived phenomena withwonder. You wish you could shake hands with yourlovers and enemies, forgive and love them, but they tooare occupied as you are, though they greet you withfriendly, half-distracted smiles and nods. The Hermithas passed on, slowly and haltingly, the light streamingfrom under his cloak, and in his place the Hanged Manpoints his toe at the stars, at ease at last in comfortablyassuming that age-old attitude of sacrifice; the goldcoins slither out of his pockets and fall to earth whichthey fertilize with many ideas, some harebrained, othersdaringly original. In the sky a note of fashionablemelancholy has begun to prevail: it is the quick-witteddevotion of Sagittarius, the healer, caustic but kind, sweeping away the cobwebs of intuitive realism thatstill lingered there in pockets of darkness. The Archertakes careful aim, his arrow flies to the nearest card,the Five of Cups: 'Trouble from a loved one. Troubleintroduced into the midst of an already realized state.Amorous dangers. Perils through a woman.' And alsorectitude, for the aim was just. From the tiny trickleof blood from the wounded card a green stain grows;some leaves shoot up and then tiny white odorlessflowers, the promise of what still remains to befulfilled. But of course since that was no shot in thedark it is an already realized state in its potential.The note is struck, the development of its resonancesready to snap into place. For the moment we knownothing more than this."--John Ashberyfr. Three Poems [New York: Viking Press, 1972]HalHalvard Johnson[EMAIL PROTECTED][EMAIL PROTECTED]http://home.earthlink.net/~halvardhttp://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.comhttp://www.hamiltonstone.org
Jake Berry poems at The Argotist Online
Jake Berry poems can be found here: http://www.argotistonline.co.uk/Berry%20poem.htm
Re: allen, the pitch of the perch....
[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: the pitch of the perchfor allenfrom david *_With death, love does not die… _* With death, love does not die, We cry tears of deep grief for our own relief, Memory is a bridge cresting on a special ridge, With death, love does not die… In each life sentence, Let us find time for repentance… Sorrow we need not borrow, Each other’s joy we may employ, No virus found in this incoming message. Checked by AVG Free Edition. Version: 7.1.405 / Virus Database: 268.12.2/442 - Release Date: 9/8/2006 thanks, I appreciate this
242/365, Joe
Joe bragged bragged about owning a commercial dairy route: lady gets pissed at your driving, you call her a crazy bitch, she calls the number on the truck to complain, you say the "driver"'s right, she is a crazy bitch. 40 words, 40 years 365 days, 365 people http://www.logolalia.com/40x365
Ecce Homo
Ecce Homo Utterly unutterably scum squat meltdown (to ratchet up, in the thrall of exacerbated dust, the oblique fossil of a comet from the glass riverbed) tickling singe trickling (fickle zipper in my cassock, I shit in my britches, dead foliage of my femur, rubber meat, superficial effigy -- my filthy cock exceeds me) curd lung as far as a butt, or daylight displaced in my throat (lugubrious teats, organs of malice, testicles and entrails) serrated foreskin rupturing a lush nipple's stamen codicil (I lick my fatidic shadow, I sniff the tip of my dick, O one-eyed syllable, mutilated) glazed wads of tantrums plunged into disembodied bubblegum (I slobber over the torso of my name under the creaky shadow of the moon) inverted, simulated hiatus, throatless tangent tenderizing my softer thirst (it is palpably implacable, sterile loins of zero) feral sinkhole, liminal vinyl, splattered axel, barefoot ducts, gouged-out pinhole cove (I puke on the gutteral marrow in the voice of my ringworm, cadaverous cockring convulsing) onyx cul-de-sac, unsaid frothing, undone switchblade (dustless wrinkles, indifferent crow's-feet squinting) empty field of nothing but eyelashes (the vigil festers, a wake over the corpse of the cat's-paw) --Bob BrueckL
Re: ebola mayari
the masters at amarynthos squealing fucking animals "on raising the maimed." oh sikelian exile pygmachial bonding the spartan queen and bird "avoid excess: expose." (ta politika) the morph fowl-squeak, ever-unfinished - Original Message - From: phanero To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU Sent: Saturday, September 09, 2006 8:18 AM Subject: Re: ebola mayari mitochondriasisyphus arcy(m)bela lugosi (shiitebola magyardbirds)"Good Morning Little Schoolgirl"
The body/works (fwd) - corrected URL apologies
The body/works These works characterize anomalous space whose worlding is internal, by which I mean there are no external relations, only the body generating its own skein, represented by markers situated at the nodes of motion capture technology. The shuddering of the space is the shuddering of the body; the emblems of the space constitute the space in its entirety - there is nothing else; what you see as background is designed for visual pleasure alone. Now you will notice that bodysphere is ragged; this is the result of considerable compression, bodysphere being a production of quaggy, that is, quaggy mapped onto a sphere which then moves/motivates as nodes are distended, memories of a totality, 3-dimensional Jordan surface, or perhaps given the break=throughs, multiply-connected toroi of which the sphere is only the visual external remnant, already penetrated. Penetrated by what? By the very nature of digital motion capture, which as in all things digital, requires both raster and bandwidth, as well as tolerance - here what are absent are the entrances and exits of body tubes, holes in other words, as well as those details which, for us, create the semblance of both sentience and physique. In these spaces, only crudely represented in a 3-space mapping into 2-space, something new is being born: the world as representation, not will, the hollowed world of virtual skeins which is already our future anterior; we are what we will become; these are blown images, imaginaries, as flat as the bytes from which they are visually constituted; these are, literally, all that there is, eyes and ears, touch and taste, scent and smell, within. Within, without, there is no symbolic, no difference, no differance. The future is here, one's memory. http://www.asondheim.org/bodysphere.mp4 http://www.asondheim.org/quaggy.mp4 still up - http://www.track16.com/exhibitions/embedded/index.html
The body/works
The body/works These works characterize anomalous space whose worlding is internal, by which I mean there are no external relations, only the body generating its own skein, represented by markers situated at the nodes of motion capture technology. The shuddering of the space is the shuddering of the body; the emblems of the space constitute the space in its entirety - there is nothing else; what you see as background is designed for visual pleasure alone. Now you will notice that bodysphere is ragged; this is the result of considerable compression, bodysphere being a production of quaggy, that is, quaggy mapped onto a sphere which then moves/motivates as nodes are distended, memories of a totality, 3-dimensional Jordan surface, or perhaps given the break=throughs, multiply-connected toroi of which the sphere is only the visual external remnant, already penetrated. Penetrated by what? By the very nature of digital motion capture, which as in all things digital, requires both raster and bandwidth, as well as tolerance - here what are absent are the entrances and exits of body tubes, holes in other words, as well as those details which, for us, create the semblance of both sentience and physique. In these spaces, only crudely represented in a 3-space mapping into 2-space, something new is being born: the world as representation, not will, the hollowed world of virtual skeins which is already our future anterior; we are what we will become; these are blown images, imaginaries, as flat as the bytes from which they are visually constituted; these are, literally, all that there is, eyes and ears, touch and taste, scent and smell, within. Within, without, there is no symbolic, no difference, no differance. The future is here, one's memory. http://www.asondheim.org/bodysphere.mp4 http://www.asondheim.org/quaggy.avi still up - http://www.track16.com/exhibitions/embedded/index.html
