Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Sun Ra's alter destiny/internal links to the external

"the music is different here, the vibrations are different... not like planet earth... planet earth sound of guns, anger, frustration... there is no one to talk to on planet earth to understand... it would affect their vibrations, for the better of course... equation wise, the first thing to do is consider internal linktime as officially ended... we'll work on the other side of time... we'll bring them here through either isotope, internal linkteleportation, transmolecularzation... or better still, teleport the whole planet here through music..." -

for toto/dorothy is lost in the land of the open source

Art is the process of downloading non-local information into local space.

THe Fraud Foundation

it is recognized by the Foundation of Fraud that Duchamp's urinal was not the work , but that the man that pissed in Duchamp's urinal was the work


It is probably true quite generally that in the history of human thinking the most fruitful developments frequently take place at those points where two different lines of thought meet. These lines may have their roots in quite different parts of human nature, in different times or different cultural environments or different religious traditions: hence if they actually meet, that is, if they are at least so much related to each other that a real interaction can take place, then one may hope that new and interesting developments may follow.

- Werner Heisenberg, founder of quantum mechanics

DA means NO/2

NO artists themselves have acquired immunity from the Terminal Death dysfunctionalism of a Pop Culture gone awry and are now ready to offer their own weirdly concocted elixirs to cure us from this dreadful disease ("information sickness") that infects the core of our collective life.

DA means NO

We don't give a shit about your phony social reality either. "Once upon a time" doesn't interest us whether your setting is the past (historical fiction), the present (contemporary classics) or the future (cyberhype). We prefer to lose ourselves in the exquisite realms of the timeless narrative disaster, the thrill of breaking down syntax and deregulating the field of composition so that you no longer have to feel chained to the bed of commercial standardization. The emerging youth culture's ability to align itself with intuitive intelligence and non-linear narrative surfing is just one sign of where the NO artist's audience is situated. Soon the Data Superhighway will finally once and for all do away with the high-priced middlemen, and artists will reap the benefits of their own hard-earned labor. The distribution formula will radically change from
Author - Agent - Publisher - Printer - Distributor - Retailer - Consumer
to a more simplified and direct
Author (Sender) - Interactive Participant (Receiver)


I'm gonna hide if she don't leave me alone
I'm gonna run away
'cause you can never go home anymore
SPOKEN: Listen. Does this sound familiar? You wake up every morning, go to
school every day, spend your nights on the corner just passing the time away.
Your life is so lonely like a child without a toy. Then a miracle-a boy. And that's
called "glad." Now my mom is a good mom and she loves me with all her heart.
But she said I was too young to be in love and the boy and I would have to part.
And no matter how I ranted and raved, I screamed, I pleaded, I cried-she told me it
was not really love but only my girlish pride. And that's called "bad."
(Never go home anymore)
SPOKEN: Now if that's happened to you, don't let this. I packed my clothes and
left home that night. Though she begged me to stay, I was sure I was right. And
you know something funny?? I forgot that boy right away. Instead I remember
being tucked in bed and hearing my mama say
(Hush, little baby, don't you cry)
(Mama won't go away)
(You can never go home anymore)
I can never go home anymore
SPOKEN: Do you ever get that feeling and wanna kiss and hug her? Do it now-
tell her you love her. Don't do to your mom what I did to mine. She grew so lonely
in the end. Angels picked her for a friend.
And I can never go home (never) anymore
And that's called "sad."

written by leon trotsky in mexico


Monday, March 26, 2007

destroy athens

The Athens biennial exists only in the artificial horizon.


Thursday, March 22, 2007


Wednesday, March 21, 2007


It's time to create the pop stars of activism, the idoru of communication guerrilla, it's time to threaten and charm the masses by the ghosts coming from the net, to play the myth against the myth, to be more nihilist than info-tainment!


Multiple names are connected to radical theories of play. The idea is to create an "open situation" for which no one in particular is responsible. Some proponents of the concept also claim that it is a way to 'pratically examine, and break down, Western philosophic notions of identity, individuality, value and truth.


.......being ubiquitous, elusive and indestructible. The power of the multiple name is a nomadic, uncontrollable, rhizomatic power. "A line, not a dot".

multiple one foundations (THE CARY GRANT COMMUNE)

"The perfect man has no ego, the inspired man has no works, the wise man has no name".

Open source: by any means necessary

Ut Unum Sint

for the post-everything boys and girls(or_Nothing at All)

A "white radical" is three parts bullshit and one part hesitation.

Up Against The Wall Motherfucker, 1968

every avantgarde grows old and dies without seeing its successors, because succession doesn't follow straight, but through a contradiction.

- Butch, whose motorcycle is this?
- It's a chopper.
- Whose chopper is this?
- Guy Debord's.
- Who's Guy Debord?
- Guy Debord's dead, baby... Guy Debord's dead.

Quentin Tarantino, 1994 from the film "situationist fiction

multiple one foundations (NEOISM)

Neoism, the international movement of games
and total freedom. It may be difficult for the casual audience to
understand or appreciate Neoism because Neoism is the vehicle of its own
understanding. Neoism simply means that what is done in its name is
simultaneously new ("neo") and established ("ism"). It does not imply
that it is original. In this sense, Neoism makes past, present and
future the same, rendering them pointless. With time left behind them,
Neoists find any obsession with freedom futile. Neoism is not a means
to freedom, but supports censorship as a radically populist cultural
practice. In the same spirit, Neoism prescribes arbitrary game rules to
put the lives of Neoists under the discipline of rigorous combinatorics,
with perpetual permutations. The purpose of Neoism is to reinforce
mnemonic structures on the mental plane and so invigorate culture. Of
all values and norms we believe the value of tradition is the greatest;
this is the one we try hardest to reinforce.

In a Neoist view, the world is not things colliding in space, but a random
array of disconnected phenomena. Neoism does not conceive of the spatial
as lasting in time. Since every phenomenon is irreducible, the mere
act of giving it a name implies falsification. The paradox however is
that names and philosophies exist in Neoism, in countless numbers. There
are Neoists who consider a certain pain, a green tint of yellow, a
temperature, a certain tone the only reality. Other Neoists perceive all
people having sex as the same being, and all people memorizing a line of
Shakespeare as Shakespeare. Another group of Neoists has reached the
point of denying time. It reasons that the present is undefined, that
the future has no reality but as present hope, that the past is no more
than present memory. Yet another group has it that the history of the
universe is the handwriting produced by a minor god communicating with a
demon. Those Neoists think that the world is an emblem with a lost
subscription where only that which happens every three hundredth night
is true. Other Neoists believe that while we are asleep here, we are
awake somewhere else, so that everyone is two. Books are rarely signed,
and the notion of plagiarism does not exist.

Neoism is, above all, a prefix and a suffix without anything in between.
According to Neoist sources, it was founded in the year 1346. Since
then, Neoism has permanently been about to dissolve. Some Neoists even
claim that Neoism never existed and is a mere invention of its enemies,
Anti-Neoists. Since Neoism is indivisible, it cannot grasp itself, and
anyone who wants to grasp it has to be an Anti-Neoist. And since the
Neoists want to create a situation in which a definition of Neoism would
make no sense, attempts to write off Neoism by historicizing it are just
part of the Neoist cultural conspiracy. Obsessed with speculation,
reality adjustment and mad science, Neoists produced nothing but
manipulations of their own and other histories.

When such manipulations make it impossible to differentiate between
words and things, the structure of things must begin to repair itself.
Neoism is here to fix these things once and for all. Neoist names like
Monty Cantsin, Akademgorod, Neoism are regarded not as artificial, but
as tangible symbols so that everything done with them immediately
affects the things they represent. At first, Neoism was probably nothing
but a collection of obscure in-jokes and ironical references. They were
elaborated into fanciful allegories and hieroglyphs whose points only
insiders would get. Later, their hidden allusions were forgotten, and
the signs were taken for themselves. Since they obviously had to mean
something, Neoists had to reinvent their meaning. The remotest analogies
between signs and meanings were constructed until Neoism became an art
of concordant discord, a sphere with as many coordinates as diameters, a
self-refuting perpetuum mobile.

The pompous claims and the solemn pathos of Neoism had an extraordinary
impact on naive people. Rich with obscurity, riddles and esoteric
subtexts, Neoist writing such as "The Disposal of Truth," "Mind
Invaders," "The Seven by Nine Squares," "The Book of Neoism," "The
Universe in Contention" and "Dialectical Immaterialism" tries nothing
less than a complete reinvention of culture. Neoist achievements
allegedly include time travel, the transformation of blood into gold,
inexpensive telepathic technology and, more generally, collective
control over matter, space and time by manipulating things through their
names. Neoism finally claims to have overcome the parameters of life and
death, offering immortality to everyone: Through the name Monty Cantsin,
Neoists live and explore the paradox of a subjectivity that is one and
multiple, collectively realizing individuality and abandoning it in the
end. The result of this experiment is a simultaneous "both/and" and
"neither/nor" as the principle of all Neoist thinking.

A chief concern of Neoism is to turn people into players. This is to be
gradually achieved. First, Neoism denies there is a game. Second, it
hides the rules from those involved. Third, it gives them all penalties
and no wins. Fourth, it removes all goals, enforces their playing,
inhibits their enjoying. Fifth, it makes them look like players, but
forbids them playing. To make everyone remain a piece in the game, it
permits him to associate only with pieces and denies the existence of

Imagine a house. Six walls. A house, no door, no window. A person inside
that house. The house consists of nine squares, 20 feet across and 20
feet high and 20 feet wide. But the person's diameter is only 19 feet.
His awareness is only 19 feet. Does he see the walls? No! Neoism makes
him think he is a one-lifetimer, and his awareness goes down to 18 feet.
And when it goes down to 18 feet, Neoism moves its walls in to 19 feet.
When Neoism gets him down to the size of a fist, its walls are the size
of stretched out arms, and things have been nicely repaired. And if
anybody jumps out of the line, we got lobotomy, shock treatment, Siberia
- whatever you want, baby, we have it here.

So be on your guard! Watch Neoism. Take it home. Don't be ignorant.
Neoism is compassionate, and it is cruel. Be on your guard! Don't hate
its obedience and don't love its self-control. Don't dismiss it in its
weakness, and don't be afraid of its power. Why do you despise its fear
and curse its pride? It lives in fears and strengthens in trembling.
Neoism is stupid and it is wise. Neoism will be silent among the silent,
and it will appear and speak. Why then have you dismissed it?

Neoism appears when you are away, and it hides when you appear. Take it
home to places which are ugly and in ruin. Out of shame, take it home
and scatter its members shamelessly. Approach it and turn away. Neoism
is the reading that is attainable to anything; it is the speech that
cannot be grasped.

If you want to understand Neoism, differentiate. If you want to know
what it's all about, understand its philosophy. Understand its technical
application, and study Neoism in its own words. Conceptual understanding
is of importance here. Not everything in Neoism is of equal value. Neoism
has its own opinion, and it has a right to keep its own opinion. And boy,
it's got some wild opinions. You oughta hear them sometime. But that's
a different thing... a different thing... and you can tell very easily
when it swings over into its opinion, when it starts rambling about this
or that. Take it as amusing, but it doesn't have anything really to do
with Neoism. Neoism itself is cleaner than a wolf's tooth. There are a
lot of wolves' teeth out there and they aren't too clean.

Neoism is clean because it does not exist except in the reactions it
creates. Some Neoists used the experimental arts to promote the Neoist
values of tradition and speculation. Neoism, in this disguise, was a
movement that created the illusion of a movement called Neoism. After
various mutations, Neoism developed an increasingly complex web of
contradictory self-descriptions, a hermeneutic drift that leads every
Neoist to re-interpret Neoism in any suitable way. Neoist
self-descriptions soon became an impassable maze. This explains why it
is so difficult to approach Neoism whose only work has been a
never-ending monologue about itself. To complicate things even further,
Neoists now refuse categorically to reply to any questions or requests
for information about Neoism.

Neoism is like porn movies: The subject has no importance, logic is
unneccessary, there is an accumulation of well-known things, the focus
is always on the same explicit facts, repetition and boredom rule.
One is tempted to believe that Neoism once had some sort of intelligible
shape and is now only a broken-down remnant. Yet this does not seem
to be the case; at least there is no sign of it. By its own standards,
Neoism is irrefutable, perhaps the only perfection in mankind that has
superseded nature. In any case, closer scrutiny is impossible, since it is
extraordinarily nimble and can never be laid hold of. It lurks by turns
in the stairways, the lobbies, the entrance halls. Often it can't been
seen for years; then it has presumably moved elsewhere. It always comes
faithfully back to your place again. By differentiating a little bit, one
can get the true intention of what Neoism tries to accomplish. Neoism is
sound where there is sound. It really wants to help people and at last
we owe it great respect for that.

Join us, we want war with you. Cursed be anyone who doesn't believe us.

multiple one foundations (WU MING)

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Όπως ο αιφνιδιασμός του Σεπτεμβρίου απ' τα κυκλάμινα. Έτσι ο Νίκολα Τέσλα από το 1880 περίπου έχει καταργήσει την αξία και την υπόσταση των φεμινιστικών κινημάτων. Το ηλεκτρικό ρεύμα στις κουζίνες των σπιτιών χάρισε ελεύθερες ώρες πολλές περισσότερες απ' την κυρία Ρόζα.
Το ασήμαντο μέσα μας γεννάει αδιάκοπα εκατομμύρια εικόνες. Αυτός που της χρησιμοποιεί σαν υελώδη ωμοφόρια νεάζει αδιάκοπα, είναι δηλαδή ζωντανός
γιατί απλά μετακινείται σε όλες τις ηλικίες. Θάνατος είναι μόνο όταν τα όνειρά σου μένουν στην μέση- τίποτα άλλο-. Θάνατος για την τέχνη είναι η ύπαρξη των πάσης φύσεως κριτικών. Αυτοί είναι ένα τραγικό μίασμα, είναι ο ευνούχος στο μπουρδέλο, είναι το γλιφιντζούρι που έπεσε κάτω στον πιτσιρίκο και αναγκαστικά έφαγε για βραδυνό την σούπα απ'το μεσημέρι. Μοναδικό κριτήριο θα έπρεπε να είναι η συγκίνηση (συν+κινούμαι, no more tears) και αυτή θα έπρεπε να είναι ο παρανομαστής σε εκείνο το κλάσμα που στον αριθμητή του έχει το ''έργο''.
Ζωγράφιζε μερικές φορές με τα μάτια του πρηνείς βάρκες σε μιλιμετρέ χαρτί και της έστελνε πίσω στην Ευδοκία να της ψιθυρίσουν αγχέμαγχες αυτοσαρκαστικές βουκαμβίλιες και να γεμίσουν το μαξιλάρι της με άλω χρυσή μήπως πάψει επιτέλους να υπάρχει το κλάσμα και μείνει μόνος του ο αριθμητής να συγκινεί (συν+κινεί). Ο Τέσλα περιέγραφε τα πειράματά του με το ανάγλυφο ύφος ενός ποιητή ερωτευμένου με το παιχνίδι της γλώσσας και του φωτός. Η πορφυρή πλακέτα του με το βιομαγνητικό της πεδίο βελτίωσε τις βιολογικές λειτουργίες των κυττάρων και αύξησε την δονητική συχνότητα (vibrational frequency) θωρακίζοντάς το άτομο ακόμα και ενεργειακά. Θα σου στείλω και μια τέτοια Ευδοκία (μου). Την χρειάζεσαι έτσι δεν είναι; Τα δάση λιγοστεύουν, τα ποτάμια στερεύουν, ο πλανήτης υπερθερμαίνεται, το φυσικό αέριο ακριβαίνει, τα μεγάλα κτίρια στις αστικές περιοχές μεγεθύνονται με ρυθμό 2 δις τετραγωνικά μέτρα τον χρόνο, τι θα κάνεις εσύ χωρίς την πλακέτα σου; Ε;
Οι φωτογράφοι, οι δολοφόνοι στιγμών. Αν η στιγμή και το έργο έχει κάτι ελάχιστο απ' τον αριθμητή στο κλάσμα που λέγαμε τότε ο φωτογράφος το σκοτώνει κι αυτό. Μπορούμε πια πανεύκολα να μυρηκάζουμε άλλωτε φτύνωντας και άλλωτε καταπίνoντας τόνους πληροφοριών. Αν ο λόγος ισοδυναμεί πάντοτε με την πιο ευγενική έκφραση της γεωμετρίας (τον κύκλο) και η μουσική έχει κάτι απ’ την ομίχλη του δάσους στο cape of dissapointment του Portland στο Oregon, τότε η εικόνα είναι αυτή που δολοφονεί τις κάθε είδους στιγμές. Κλικ όπως μπάααμ! Φτωχοί νεοαγγλοσάξωνες χρησιμοποιείτε την ίδια λέξη για δύο διαφορετικές πράξεις. (shoooot it!) Ξεχάσατε τον William Blake; Δεν έχετε εκτιμήσει ακόμα την ''Αυτοπροσωπογραφία σε κυρτό κάτοπτρο'' του Ashbery, που φτιάχνετε ακόμα τις γλωσσικές παγίδες μόνοι σας; Ο βαλκανοεβραίος (αυτό κι αν είναι μπαρούτι) Ε.Μ Cioran έλεγε ότι οι μεγάλοι πάσχοντες δεν ανιούν ποτέ. Η αρρώστια τους γεμίζει όπως η τύψη τρέφει τους ενόχους.
Παρ' όλα αυτά να δείχνεις όμορφος. Για να βλέπεις καλύτερα. Και να θυμάσαι, δεν είσαι κάμερα που φωτογραφίζει είσαι άνθρωπος που φωτίζει!

Η Ευδοκία παίρνει το βράδυ -κάθε βράδυ- για να αποκοιμηθεί, τον παρανομαστή του κλάσματος αγκαλιά. Καληνύχτα.

Εδώ παπάς, εκεί παπάς πού είναι ο Τέσλα?


Tuesday, March 13, 2007

good thoughts

1. Travel like a king
2. Every ending is a new beginning
3. You gravitate to that which you secretly love most
4. You rise as high as your dominant aspiration
5. Think right, and you can fly

Monday, March 12, 2007

I dead, say Mistah Kurtz

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms.

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river.

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

Saturday, March 10, 2007



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Friday, March 09, 2007

the tele-geography of my simulated screen imago


dead fingers speak

1 The End of Production
The Structural Revolution of Value
The End of Production
Political Economy as a Model of Simulation
Labour and Death
2 The Order of Simulacra
The Three Orders of Simulacra
The Stucco Angel
The Automation and the Robot
The Industrial Simulacrum
The Metaphysics of the Code
The Tactile and the Digital
The Hyperrealism of Simulation
Kool Killer, or The Insurrection of Signs
3 Fashion, or The Enchanting Spectacle of the Code
The Frivolity of the Déja Vu
The 'Structure' of Fashion
The Flotation of Signs
The 'Pulsion' of Fashion
Sex Refashioned
The Insubvertible
4 The Body, or The Mass Grave of Signs
The Marked Body
Secondary Nudity
Planned Narcissism
Incestuous Manipulation
Models of the Body
Phallus Exchange Standard
Demagogy of the Body
Zhuang-Zi's Butcher
5 Political Economy and Death
The Extradition of the Dead
The Exchange of Death in the Primitive Order
Political Economy and Death
The Death Drive
Death in Bataille
My Death is Everywhere, my Death Dreams
6 The Extermination of the Name of God
The Anagram
The Linguistic Imaginary
The Witz, or The Phantasm of the Economic in Freud

blind eyes blink

Schon ist halb Europa, schon ist zumindest der halbe Osten Europas auf dem Wege zum Chaos, fährt betrunken im heiligen Wahn am Abgrund entlang und singt dazu, singt betrunken und hymnisch wie Dmitri Karamasoff sang. Ueber diese Lieder lacht der Bürger beleidigt, der Heilige und Seher hört sie mit Tränen.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Wednesday, March 07, 2007


the disquieting sounds of sudden music gave feeling to conscience, they offered to preserve the span of life, to pass through the distances of hope to the very end and to arrive at it, in order to find there the source of this disturbing song and before death not to cry from the anguish of futility


characteristic of the russian dreamer's mentality are impatience, a very particular sort of impracticality, a disdain for exactitude, and dismissal of details. How can you worry about details when humanity is faced with an urgent task_for instance, how to achieve instant immortality for all! A westerner might choose to invent some modest, marvelously conceived gadget that actually works, and then organize mass production of a multitude of identical, marvelous, working gadgets. A russian on the other hand, consumed by a fever of grandiose, porrly thought out plans, will build something huge, ambitious, and unprecedented__which fails to work. The lightbulb that edison lit is still burning, but in siberia, one "project of the century" after another lies in ruins. thousands of miles of railroad lie rusty and overgrown with weeds: they built the railway, and only later realized it had nowhere to go and nothing to transport.

the greatness of russian thought lies not in it's precision but in it's scale, not in the details but in the strength, not in the realization but in the idea

Tuesday, March 06, 2007


Sometimes I wonder if you're mythologizing me like I do you
We want our film to be beautiful, not realistic
Perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams
And you can betray me, but teach me something wonderful

the erasers live

the erasers live at ICA 27 of april 2007

pioneers of crime (1)

the primary and most beautiful of "nature's" qualities is motion, which agitates her all the times. but this motion is simply the perpetual consequence of crimes; and it is conserved by means of crimes alone


interpretation is a radical strategy for conserving an old text, which is thought to precious to repudiate, by revamping it. The interpreter, without actually ERASING or rewriting the text, is altering it. But he can't admit to doing this. He claims to be only making it intelligible, by disclosing it's true meaning.

it is reactionary/impertinent/cowardly/stifling

even more
interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon the world. to interpret is to impoverish, to deplete the world__in order to set up a shadow world of meanings.