image_paraphrase

new anatomy_3

Battaria_minus

Whiskey_Alpha_Victor_Echo

the mouth is the wound of the alphabet

the revolt of the alphabet

manual for the forgetting of languge

WRITING,
LETTERS,
WORDS:
sport of the dead

the flood

flood_1: it may be better that way
to conquer time and the world
is to pass, and not leave a trace
to pass, and not leave a shadow on the walls


flood_2: i didn't want this, not
this(but listen,quietly
to want is what bodies do
and now we are ghosts)



flood_3:these hotels are not consoling places. far from it. any number of people had hung their hats on these pegs. even the flies, if you thought of it, had settled on others' skin. as for the cleanliness which hit him in the face, it wasn't cleanliness, so much as bareness, fridgitity: a thing that has to be.

new anatomy_2

WE HOWEVER / INTEND
TO SIT / AT THE EDGE OF CITIES / WAITING / FOR THE NEW ANIMAL /
WHICH IS BEING BORN / TO TRIGGER / HUMAN BEINGS.

heart flesh TRACTOR

The attempt, to cast the failure on the material, the material (a cannibalistic
vocabulary – “We are such stuff as dreams are made of” ,to the history of
the amputated hero: it can happen to anyone, it signifies nothing: for one blood-poisoning
suffices, the other is luckier, he needs a war. Refuge: Europa is a ruin, in the
ruins the dead are not counted. Truth is concrete, I breathe stones. People, which do their
work, so that they can buy their bread, have no time for such considerations. But what’s
hunger to me. Irrecuperability of the process through the
description; incompatibility of writing and reading; expulsion of the reader out of the
text. Puppets, stuffed with words instead of with sawdust. Heart-flesh. The need for a
language, which noone can read, increases. Who is noone. A speech without words. Or
the disappearance of the world into words. Instead of the lifelong compulsion to watch,
the bombardment of the images (tree house woman). The eyelids blown away. The
opposite out of the gnashing of teeth, fires and song. The garbage-pail of literature in the
back.
The dissolution of the world into images

noise is WAR

phrasepraise

BOMBSHELLS OF WORDS EXPLODING

new anatomy _1

metal eyelid that closes with a dry click,
and decapitates ideas

LUX

OBJECTS CREATE THOSE THAT CREATE THEM: THEN THEY KILL THEM.

refracted feelingfrontiers on the image plateau( a love song, minus)

a living organism, in order to slow down its plunge towards the thermodynamic equilibrium of death, subsists on negative entropy in such a way that it seems to be attracting a current of negative entropy towards itself so as to balance the increasing amount of entropy that it produces during it's life.

...---(entropy)===k log (1/D).

phrasepraise_2

A sleeping explorer
his wandering mind
crossed over the border
a mind like a cemetery
where the corpses
are turning
where the bodies
twist deep
in the frozen grip
of a dreamless sleep
then the lowest
comes up
like a wreck
from the depths.
He hears night calling
and has dreams
of waking
here in this brightness
that burns like
slow lightening
he sees words
burnt in ice
reads, "The World is
a Wound".
Effects of the animal -
Animal sound effects
He says, "Death
he is my friend
He promised me
a quick end".
Says, "The world is
in pain
and should be
put down
and God is a sadist
and that he knows it".
The depths of the
night sky
reflects in his eye
He says,
"Everything changes
And everyone dies".
And the night
slits her veins
and the
darkness drains
and the void
rumbles in
like an
underground train...
Forever comes closer
the world is in pain
we all must be shown
we must realise
that everyone changes
and everything dies.

phrasepraise

OVERTHROW THE HUMAN RACE !!!

kung fu kapital

abstürzen

Η πτήση τους πρέπει να διακοπεί με πτώση

for machines

let the bass kick

Mummification Complex

when people die they enter history;
when statues die, they enter art.
this botany of death is what we call culture

why images/do they begin/do they tremble

it is not the "literal" past that rules us, but images of the past

the dismissed

να καταστρέψουμε τα πάντα αλλά να μην οικοδομήσουμε τίποτα στη θέση τους

watch as time and camera

who watches the watchers?

retina landscape(the building of the eye)

Appear to dis-appear

the emergence of a new kind of (tele)-vision, a (tele)vision which no longer has the task of informing or entertaining the mass of viewers, but of exposing and invading individuals' domestic space, like a new form of lighting, which is capable of revolutionizing the notion of the neighbourhood unit, or of a building/district/community

THE OVER_EXPOSURE OF LIFE

THE PRODUCTION OF GHOST WATCHERS

the architectonics of the invisible aperture

AND IN THE SKY
HELIKOPTERS WERE HOVERING
PHOTOGRAPHING THE HUMAN CANVAS

the language of the cities

The cities are attempting to say something. They expand and contract, at each breath, sounds spurt from them and race across the earth. Brains emit waves ceaselessly, and hearts beat. Life flourishes everywhere. The white blocks of flats standing on the asphalt plains were not, after all, motionless, as had been thought: they swayed. Winding roads, railway lines, building sites, quarries, gasworks. There is so much life on all sides. The earth vibrates incessantly. Bit the contractions of buildings are still imperceptible. People have no idea what is going on. If the knew, then perhaps they would stop talking, and hating, and going to the cinema. People take their own light around with them: they have hollowed out a little room inside reality, and installed in it in their 100-watt light bulb. The light is yellow. They know no other light, neither the white light of the night. Human words flutter across the room, just like moths.
But there is everything, too, that is outside language. The cities invent words endlessly. They canalize their energies, bringing together for example, all the noises made by the car engines, or all the underground movements that thrust their earthworm tubes forward. The wires are tense with electricity. In the invisible sewers, warm ordure flows and glides: that is the language of the cities and it is saying something.
Enough of individual consciousness!!!
In their shuttered cells people study their faces in mirrors; but they learn nothing. They are nothing. They look at their faces and what they see is the senseless transparent mask, the sort of death’s-head that resembles them. People press the tape recorder buttons and say:
“I, Frederic, Ernest, Manuel, Antonio, Christine, Helen etc…”
After that they tell their life story, always the same story, of course, birth, experiences, amorous misadventures, jobs, old age, death. Or else they look at their stupid old yellowed photographs: “myself at the age of 4”, “Myself in New York”, “Myself in Kyoto in 1949”, “Myself with a beard” or “Myself as a blond”. People really know a tremendous amount: they are fully conscious, aware. They possess about 126, 402 words of English, 1, 234 words of French and 11 words of Italian. They have read books, they have watched films, they have looked at paintings, and they have skimmed thru magazines. They know why the wind blows. Why the earth trembles, why disquieting spots occasionally appear on the sun, and why man appeared on the earth in succession to marine jellies and the lizards and the grasshoppers. People know all that, and many other things besides.
Meanwhile the cities expand and contract, and do not concern themselves with knowledge. Clouds bank up, tides swell, rivers flow, glaciers slide, forests burn: and all done without knowledge or consciousness. There are vast terrible languages that cover space and time, languages so vast that in comparison all the words of human languages, put together, would not cover a single speck of dust.

towers open fire

The building becomes the installation

The ultimate task of SA is to inform its new born structures in real time. The design task of the information architect is how to keep the process alive and apply meaning to the behaviour in real time. How can the designers tunnel a continuous stream of data to and from the built structure and give meaning to the shape and content of the structures changing in real time? To facilitate this fundamental new world view we must look at buildings as if they are instruments, which can be played in real time. These dynamic buildings I regard as running processes, which are continuously informed and which continuously inform other running processes. They are active nodes in a complex adaptive operational network.

tag_art (trans_leat as translation is consumption)

G5 quad self portraits (a series of sentimental simulacra)

disinformation ( 2 )_two

disinformation ( I )_one

war is the unified exchange of kapital disguised as conflict

privatization of the public eye ( I )

plastik