Monday, July 14, 2014
1] HIS VENTRILOQUIST BODY
2] HIS TWINE STRETCHED FROM ONE TO ANOTHER
3] CUT FROM CODED SQUARES
4] SPIRIT TONGUES
5] TIME STREAKS LOST IN JUNGLE
6] LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS GROWS FANGS (BATAILLE)
7] LAFF TRAX
8] MOUTHS OR HOLLOW EYES
9] VOICES IN THE SQUARE
10] FOR EXAMPLE AS A GHOST (NIETZCHE, GAY SCIENCE sec 365)
11] PRACTICING DEATHS
12] STONES FOUND ON BEACH [Stone Found on a Beach, Documents 7, 1929, Meret Oppenheim, Stone Woman, 1938]
13] AUTO-SOPHISTICATION MACHINES
14] WILD BEASTS IN CAVES
15] THINGS UNDER THE SUN (CROWLEY, 777 – things under the sun which are called solary)
16] AFTER CEASE TO EXIST
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Monday, April 14, 2014
Malcolm Clarke with the Synthi 100 via the RADIOPHONIC GALLERY on whitefiles.org. "Caption: It's 1974 and a bearded and long-haired Malcolm Clarke intently studies the settings of the EMS 'Delaware' synthesiser, located at this time in Room 10. The small supplementary mixer at the bottom was constructed by Richard-Yeoman Clark. The box on top of the Delaware contains a standard BBC Peak Programme Meter (PPM)."
Sol Lewitt wall drawing number 49 (Diagram and Certificate).
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
You speak of “disgust”; I hear this word around me from among the best of them. And yet here it’s not as it is in your country, but it’s the same word. It’s the word that openly says that we can no longer find our place in all this shit and that it’s vain to look for it, for all places are carried along by the insane course of things. We can no longer bathe at all in a river. Unless you’re a picket planted in the current that silently holds on. To a bit of terra firma. The important thing is to find this bit of earth beneath the waters. After all, it’s the “shaking-up of the world” of Montaigne who, when it comes to conjunctures, saw quite a few of all kinds. But the book is already written; you have to find something else.
- Althusser, letter to Merab, 1978.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
There is a child, a child inside of her mother, a child listening, listening to the echo of her own hand pushing through water. It is quiet, but not still. Her ears forget to listen, to her mother's heartbeat, to her digestion, to her blood. She decides that she is a plant, inside an animal, growing towards....