субота, 27 липня 2013 р.
четвер, 25 липня 2013 р.
Nico Vassilakis - A tube of glass and fog. String moves.
A tube of glass and fog. String moves.
String gestures without repetition. Speed and unattainable language. Undulation for a second. Thousands of years ago, the string assigned the position of recognizable alphabet. We are far behind now, so much permutation of language possibility happens.
= = =
If there's anything left to say or write, it's notes and observations toward a future language event. That one place, a language retrieved from morphing, where alphabet is made of string in wind or atop fast water, where we have not been or been for awhile. The pulsating document unable to still is not a museum, cannot live held in place. I'm loathe to embrace the manifestos of the before time, as they were constant realignments to what will always be just ahead. Yes, language usage adjusts over time, but what I suggest is language that never repeats.
= = =
We are incapable, we cannot comply to a new paradigm without using old tools, and so are destined for failure. What are new tools? How will we know something before it's invented? What is this language doing to us? This new thing, it won't be revolutionary, it won't tamper or adjust or topple the existing norm, it will entirely replace and leave no trace of what came before. There will be no slow ramping up toward change, it will happen in a moment. Language will no longer be written or remembered, no stories told from one generation to another.
= = =
Perhaps they'll say, it was our desire to blend language and technology that brought on our demise. It started with the urge to document the said, the first time they merged. Of course, there'll be no way to say this thing I'm saying now, no words, no sequence of letters, nothing will be uttered or conveyed in recognizable forms.
= = =
Staring is a primitive liaison to the system of communication that's in store.
= = =
The brain wanted more and more immediate information about its external conditions, so it created the nervous system and all the senses. An accustomed fiction we all engage in - that could be what our senses are - only one way of doing things.
= = =
This was dreamt once, and only once, by the person who switched off this way of seeing and hearing language and enabled the new way to happen. Even the geological record of our previous existence is not in play.
= = =
We are an off planet language.
String gestures without repetition. Speed and unattainable language. Undulation for a second. Thousands of years ago, the string assigned the position of recognizable alphabet. We are far behind now, so much permutation of language possibility happens.
= = =
If there's anything left to say or write, it's notes and observations toward a future language event. That one place, a language retrieved from morphing, where alphabet is made of string in wind or atop fast water, where we have not been or been for awhile. The pulsating document unable to still is not a museum, cannot live held in place. I'm loathe to embrace the manifestos of the before time, as they were constant realignments to what will always be just ahead. Yes, language usage adjusts over time, but what I suggest is language that never repeats.
= = =
We are incapable, we cannot comply to a new paradigm without using old tools, and so are destined for failure. What are new tools? How will we know something before it's invented? What is this language doing to us? This new thing, it won't be revolutionary, it won't tamper or adjust or topple the existing norm, it will entirely replace and leave no trace of what came before. There will be no slow ramping up toward change, it will happen in a moment. Language will no longer be written or remembered, no stories told from one generation to another.
= = =
Perhaps they'll say, it was our desire to blend language and technology that brought on our demise. It started with the urge to document the said, the first time they merged. Of course, there'll be no way to say this thing I'm saying now, no words, no sequence of letters, nothing will be uttered or conveyed in recognizable forms.
= = =
Staring is a primitive liaison to the system of communication that's in store.
= = =
The brain wanted more and more immediate information about its external conditions, so it created the nervous system and all the senses. An accustomed fiction we all engage in - that could be what our senses are - only one way of doing things.
= = =
This was dreamt once, and only once, by the person who switched off this way of seeing and hearing language and enabled the new way to happen. Even the geological record of our previous existence is not in play.
= = =
We are an off planet language.
середа, 24 липня 2013 р.
вівторок, 23 липня 2013 р.
Matt Margo - WHITE POEM
white was the zucchini and white was the zinfandel and white was the
yeast and white was the xmas tree and white was the xenophobia and white was
the xbox 360 and white was the xanax and white was the wrapping paper and white
was the woman and white was the wine and white was the whiskey and white was
the wedding cake and white was the vulture and white was the vinegar and white
was the vegetarian chili and white was the vaginal discharge and white was the
urine and white was the upright piano and white was the unicorn and white was
the umbrella and white was the ukulele and white was the tyrant and white was
the twin bed and white was the tv stand and white was the tuxedo and white was
the trash and white was the tongue and white was the tie and white was the
thick discharge and white was the tea and white was the syrup and white was the
sweater and white was the sugar and white was the square and white was the
space and white was the snot and white was the sky and white was the silk scarf
and white was the shark and white was the sewing machine and white was the
screen and white was the sand and white was the rum and white was the rose and
white was the river and white was the rabbit and white was the queen and white
was the pyramid and white was the pvc pipe and white was the pudding and white
was the pt cruiser and white was the ps3 controller and white was the privilege
and white was the pony and white was the pizza and white was the page and white
was the oyster sauce and white was the owl and white was the ostrich feather
and white was the onion and white was the oilcloth and white was the office
furniture and white was the odorless discharge and white was the ocean and
white was the oak and white was the nylon fabric and white was the nursery and
white was the noise and white was the night and white was the nail polish and
white was the mystery and white was the mushroom and white was the motor and
white was the milky discharge and white was the mexican cheese dip and white
was the man’s burden and white was the lotus and white was the llama and white
was the lightning and white was the leather sofa and white was the lcd tv and
white was the lasagna and white was the kush and white was the kryptonite and
white was the kobe bryant jersey and white was the knight and white was the kkk
robe and white was the kitchen table and white was the keyboard and white was
the jumpsuit and white was the joke and white was the jewelry and white was the
jazz and white was the ivory and white was the island and white was the iris
and white was the iphone and white was the industry and white was the image and
white was the illusion and white was the ignorance and white was the identity
and white was the icing and white was the ibis and white was the hurricane and white
was the hp laptop and white was the house and white was the heat and white was
the hdmi cable and white was the gym towel and white was the guilt and white
was the gravy and white was the gnocchi sauce and white was the glove and white
was the girl mob and white was the ghost and white was the german shepherd and
white was the gba and white was the gas and white was the fudge and white was
the frosting and white was the forest and white was the flower farm and white
was the fish and white was the fence and white was the face and white was the
eyeliner and white was the extension cord and white was the ewok and white was
the evening gown and white was the ethernet cable and white was the
establishment and white was the eraser and white was the equipment and white
was the epoxy paint and white was the enchilada sauce and white was the
embroidery machine and white was the elephant and white was the egg yolk and
white was the eel and white was the eclipse and white was the eagle and white
was the dye and white was the dwarf and white was the dvd player and white was
the duct tape and white was the ds lite and white was the dress and white was
the dog and white was the dna and white was the dmt and white was the dinner
jacket and white was the death and white was the daybed and white was the
czechoslovakian wolfdog and white was the cyclone and white was the curtain and
white was the creamy discharge and white was the collar and white was the clam
sauce and white was the city and white was the chocolate and white was the
cement and white was the cd player and white was the castle and white was the
buffalo and white was the bread and white was the boy dropping sick beats and
white was the bmw and white was the blank page and white was the bird and white
was the bean dip and white was the bbq sauce and white was the background and
white was the azalea and white was the avalanche and white was the aura and
white was the ash and white was the artificial christmas tree and white was the
aquarium sand and white was the apron and white was the american cheese and
white was the almond bark and white was the akita puppy and white was the aisle
and white was the afro and white was the aesthetic and white was the adderall
and white was the acrylic sheet and white was the absence of color and white
was the aalto vase
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