Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Labels: concrete island/human sea
the mouth is the wound of the alphabet
the revolt of the alphabet
Labels: dream song 76/henry's confession
manual for the forgetting of languge
sport of the dead
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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
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.
Labels: another skin for 3
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
The dissolution of the world into images
Monday, February 23, 2009
noise is WAR
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Labels: and the new will speak..
new anatomy _1
Labels: depth charge/still surface
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).
Labels: Romanzo Entropia
his wandering mind
crossed over the border
a mind like a cemetery
where the corpses
where the bodies
in the frozen grip
of a dreamless sleep
then the lowest
like a wreck
from the depths.
He hears night calling
and has dreams
here in this brightness
that burns like
he sees words
burnt in ice
reads, "The World is
Effects of the animal -
Animal sound effects
He says, "Death
he is my friend
He promised me
a quick end".
Says, "The world is
and should be
and God is a sadist
and that he knows it".
The depths of the
reflects in his eye
And everyone dies".
And the night
slits her veins
and the void
Forever comes closer
the world is in pain
we all must be shown
we must realise
that everyone changes
and everything dies.
Labels: blood from the air
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
kung fu kapital
Labels: Can Dialectics Break Bricks?
Monday, February 16, 2009
Η πτήση τους πρέπει να διακοπεί με πτώση
Labels: όλα γίνονται χωρίς θόρυβο
Labels: Hyperpolis must be burnt down
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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
να καταστρέψουμε τα πάντα αλλά να μην οικοδομήσουμε τίποτα στη θέση τους
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
watch as time and camera
Labels: re_post as erased by chance
Monday, February 09, 2009
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
Labels: interior districts
the architectonics of the invisible aperture
AND IN THE SKY
HELIKOPTERS WERE HOVERING
PHOTOGRAPHING THE HUMAN CANVAS
Labels: hate tectonics
the language of the cities
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 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.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
tag_art (trans_leat as translation is consumption)
disinformation ( 2 )_two
Labels: CCTV_shirts/the eternal script
disinformation ( I )_one
Labels: various viral strains