FLUXLIST: Complete Works by Nam June Paik
hey folks, does there have any site that provides a full chronology (similar to the John Cage database) of Nam June Paik's works? Preferably with images.Thanks___ YM - 離線訊息 就算你沒有上網，你的朋友仍可以留下訊息給你，當你上網時就能立即看到，任何說話都冇走失。 http://messenger.yahoo.com.hk
Re: FLUXLIST: automatic poetry
Damn Dawg I've been on that site for 3 days - Original Message - From: Madawg Painterofdark [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: FLUXLIST@scribble.com Sent: Friday, February 24, 2006 3:36 PM Subject: Re: FLUXLIST: automatic poetry --- Joy Stick [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: For us fluxus poets: http://www.ucf.ics.uci.edu/~bob5972/cgi-bin/spamtrap.pl/where%20W...lines/premier%20to/bowing/overcasting%20trapping%20by/splotchiest%20sheathing%20the heroine reallocates! Exactly how will that work out? just wondering Madawg __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Re: FLUXLIST: Spinoza Found and Lost
Spinoza Found and lost all perception We deduce these kinds of one thing from another as follows: "I say", I finally resolved, I therefore debated by sensual pleasure whether it would notstill more absorbmind is enthralledin the case of the mind is.When I saw these that all ordinary objects of desire further reflection convexed memany menevils arisenlove towards a thing eternalOne thingwas evident,I willhere only briefly state what I mean by true good,human weakness to this orderThis, then, is the end Must We seek the assistance of Moral Philosophy?!?!Apriori(1) Weetabix rule!(2) To speak in a manner intelligible to the multitude, and to comply with every general custom that does not hinder the attainment of our purpose.( "I say," I finally resolved, "the language might be a combination of animal, plant, electromagnetic, and poetic communication) (3) For we can gain from the multitude no small advantages, provided that we strive to accommodate ourselves to its understanding as far as possible: moreover, we shall in this way gain a friendly audience for the reception afterwards. Having laid down these preliminary fluxus free rules,Reflection Perception arising mere experience Perception arising there is perception arisingAll these kinds of things, these kinds of one thing from another of perception arisingWe deduce one thing from another, and sometimes two or three.
Re: FLUXLIST: Back to the fun.
This is great stuff, Cecil - John At 01:07 AM 2/25/2006, you wrote: Greetings all, I now have the two exhibitions hanging that have kept me so busy the last three months. They may be seen at http://touchon.com along with roughly a CD worth of my sound collage works and two books of collage poetry. I would especially be interested to hear any commentary on the show in Fort Worth called Visual Poetry. The exhibition when I first saw everything together really knocked me down. I personally was very happy with the feel of the gallery with these works in it. One of the rooms was almost completely yellow, black and white and it was interesting to 'bathe' in the color emanating from the works as a group. Hopefully I can now spend a bit more time doing some of the other things I love such as sound collages! Can anybody point me to a good and cheap or free program for editing sound and for converting files from wav to mp3? Also hi to Rod Stasick and Herb Levy whom I got to have lunch with this week. Thanks, Cecil __ Dr. John M. Bennett Curator, Avant Writing Collection Rare Books Manuscripts Library The Ohio State University Libraries 1858 Neil Av Mall Columbus, OH 43210 USA (614) 292-3029 [EMAIL PROTECTED] www.johnmbennett.net ___
FLUXLIST: Only Don coulda played him!
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Re: FLUXLIST: Back to the fun.
Subject: Re: FLUXLIST: Back to the fun. This is great stuff, Cecil -JohnAgreed joined Suse AMazing range word/sound/image powerful--vast in layer backward and forward-- Have you broken a sound barrier with this site? then it was unsound to begin with thank you for knocking it down (I still have no electric site I do have a large brick wall downtown it works) But back to you--fabulous, fluxin fabulous In re: especially be interested to hear any commentary on the show inFort Worth called Visual Poetry. I can only imagine walking into the room the colors assault and correct my arising perception the whole room informs me beneath my own awareness how to read the signs. I vibrate between the yellow and black those poles of the soul--intimately resonating this show is fucking great I say especially now having even greater context of body suse At 01:07 AM 2/25/2006, you wrote: Greetings all,I now have the two exhibitions hanging that have kept me so busy the last three months. They may be seenat http://touchon.com along with roughly a CD worth of my sound collage works and two books of collage poetry.I would The exhibition when I first saw everything together really knocked medown. I personally was very happy with the feel of the gallery withthese works in it. One of the rooms was almost completely yellow,black and white and it was interesting to 'bathe' in the coloremanating from the works as a group.Hopefully I can now spend a bit more time doing some of the other things I love such as sound collages!Can anybody point me to a good and cheap or free program for editing sound and for converting files from wav to mp3?Also hi to Rod Stasick and Herb Levy whom I got to have lunch with this week.Thanks,Cecil __Dr. John M. BennettCurator, Avant Writing CollectionRare Books Manuscripts LibraryThe Ohio State University Libraries1858 Neil Av MallColumbus, OH 43210 USA(614) 292-3029[EMAIL PROTECTED]www.johnmbennett.net___
FLUXLIST: Grizzly Girl/Pardon the interruption
Pardon this rant--I know I shouldn't --ignor it of course if you like--perhaps it is not fluxus related--been ranting for days--spose I need a blog. Anyway, I am over and out fer awhile again after this one... so don't fret Grizzly Girl Or The Attack of the 50 Foot Woman, Or The Two Americas Revisited, Or How I became a Street Thug by Suse Allison I recently and intensely experienced a fall common to the humanoid; The dreaded dark night of the soul. What makes this particularly dangerous forme in particular is that Ilike to hit bottom. I don't know about other people, but I am almost happy when I finally hit bottom. I act it out with a joie de vivre that only the French can make sound as delectable as it is. Seems a paradox, no? Believe me, the falling itself is agony, the subtle, daily, slip-sliding is no picnic. Ah, but hitting the bottom somehow feels like home again. I am ready now, here, in desperation to march down the Middle of Main Street. Iremember a movie poster from the early 60's. A lithograph featuring a gigantic woman, crushing the highways, picking up cars in her hands with vicious intent. I never saw the movie but the movie poster was enough; her sneer is what I feel. Her derangedscowl as she wreaks havoc on the civilized world is exactly what I have in mind. I am ready again, to March down the Middle of Main street--against traffic, just like Vesta Thomas used to do. Or As his friends call him, Vesta Arresta--so called for having the longest arrest record in Middletown History. Others call him bear, because they know him as one of the warmest, gentlest in Middletown History. So, what started the fall? I quit my job. Quitting a job is something I have been warned since childhood to never, ever, do. It is like jumping off a moving train or boat-- you will never catch up again. You need to wait until you get to a junction, a station to change trains, or a life boat at least to get you to the next place. Something. You don't just quit your job. Well, I did. I knew I would find other work. And I did. The only problem is that having been diagnosed with breast cancer and the subsequent surgeries and treatments have left me in reduced capacity to work--at least temporarily. Still, if you are living simply, as we do, one missed paycheck begins a devastating downward spiral as the paychecks disappear completely. An epidemic of famine hits the home finance department and tensions rise, things taken for granted become precious. And yet, I have done it before. Am I just that selfish? Of course I am--it is another way to beat yourself over the head as your outlook follows your finances into the abysmaldownward spiral. I havejumped off the train before and the adventures I have had along the railroad tracks have been some of the most intensely beautiful moments of my life. The paradox again is that those moments give you back reason for staying on the train again in the first place. As you watch it disappearing round the bend. Affirmations of living are important to those who dwell often in melancholy. We would trade our lives for but a moment in the sun. But then comes remembrance, responsibility and the emotions that tie us to this earth. The fantasy, it turns out is not enough, a return to obscure torture is demanded.( remanded?) But the long dark night of the soul, after three or four sunrises does not seem so bad. It is no mystery to me why so many of the earliest religions worshipped the sun. What a super-yang-spirit-phenomenon with an accountability record like no other--except the moon. The moon! Ah, the moon! The Sumerians called her Sin. What a sultry-yin-spirit-perfectly diametrically opposed orb, with a compassion and regard like no other--except the sun! And when both are full and round, one comes up as the other goes down... So, why is one of the subtitles of this essayThe two Americas...? Well, because when you are sliding down the slippery slope from security to despair, or, as in my case, you've already hit bottom-- you encounter and entirely different set of connections and possibilities. Points of view become clear from which you were previously occluded. At least in my experience, a stirring of compassion, not just the daily kind, with which you commiserate with acquaintances over casually--but the electrifying kind, the feel it in the blood kind, that makes you compassionate with the oppressed, or the starving, or the brutalized, or the merely innocent. It is not always apparent either. I am certain that others feel it. Weonly need to pay attention to the rants and tirades in ourown speech. What angers you when you read the newspaper or watch the evening news?. Is it Abu graib? It is prices? Is it another politician revealed? It is when you begin to rail out loud when no one is around--it is during those moments when you most locate your brothers and sisters; your kindred spirits. Those who endure what you
Re: FLUXLIST: Grizzly Girl/Pardon the interruption
Title: Re: FLUXLIST: Grizzly Girl/Pardon the interruption O babywouldnt ignore this. Its the story of a lot of our lives. AK On 2/27/06 8:59 AM, suse [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Pardon this rant--I know I shouldn't --ignor it of course if you like--perhaps it is not fluxus related--been ranting for days--spose I need a blog. Anyway, I am over and out fer awhile again after this one... so don't fret Grizzly Girl Or The Attack of the 50 Foot Woman, Or The Two Americas Revisited, Or How I became a Street Thug by Suse Allison I recently and intensely experienced a fall common to the humanoid; The dreaded dark night of the soul. What makes this particularly dangerous for me in particular is that I like to hit bottom. I don't know about other people, but I am almost happy when I finally hit bottom. I act it out with a joie de vivre that only the French can make sound as delectable as it is. Seems a paradox, no? Believe me, the falling itself is agony, the subtle, daily, slip-sliding is no picnic. Ah, but hitting the bottom somehow feels like home again. I am ready now, here, in desperation to march down the Middle of Main Street. I remember a movie poster from the early 60's. A lithograph featuring a gigantic woman, crushing the highways, picking up cars in her hands with vicious intent. I never saw the movie but the movie poster was enough; her sneer is what I feel. Her deranged scowl as she wreaks havoc on the civilized world is exactly what I have in mind. I am ready again, to March down the Middle of Main street--against traffic, just like Vesta Thomas used to do. Or As his friends call him, Vesta Arresta--so called for having the longest arrest record in Middletown History. Others call him bear, because they know him as one of the warmest, gentlest in Middletown History. So, what started the fall? I quit my job. Quitting a job is something I have been warned since childhood to never, ever, do. It is like jumping off a moving train or boat-- you will never catch up again. You need to wait until you get to a junction, a station to change trains, or a life boat at least to get you to the next place. Something. You don't just quit your job. Well, I did. I knew I would find other work. And I did. The only problem is that having been diagnosed with breast cancer and the subsequent surgeries and treatments have left me in reduced capacity to work--at least temporarily. Still, if you are living simply, as we do, one missed paycheck begins a devastating downward spiral as the paychecks disappear completely. An epidemic of famine hits the home finance department and tensions rise, things taken for granted become precious. And yet, I have done it before. Am I just that selfish? Of course I am--it is another way to beat yourself over the head as your outlook follows your finances into the abysmal downward spiral. I have jumped off the train before and the adventures I have had along the railroad tracks have been some of the most intensely beautiful moments of my life. The paradox again is that those moments give you back reason for staying on the train again in the first place. As you watch it disappearing round the bend. Affirmations of living are important to those who dwell often in melancholy. We would trade our lives for but a moment in the sun. But then comes remembrance, responsibility and the emotions that tie us to this earth. The fantasy, it turns out is not enough, a return to obscure torture is demanded.( remanded?) But the long dark night of the soul, after three or four sunrises does not seem so bad. It is no mystery to me why so many of the earliest religions worshipped the sun. What a super-yang-spirit-phenomenon with an accountability record like no other--except the moon. The moon! Ah, the moon! The Sumerians called her Sin. What a sultry-yin-spirit-perfectly diametrically opposed orb, with a compassion and regard like no other--except the sun! And when both are full and round, one comes up as the other goes down... So, why is one of the subtitles of this essay The two Americas...? Well, because when you are sliding down the slippery slope from security to despair, or, as in my case, you've already hit bottom-- you encounter and entirely different set of connections and possibilities. Points of view become clear from which you were previously occluded. At least in my experience, a stirring of compassion, not just the daily kind, with which you commiserate with acquaintances over casually--but the electrifying kind, the feel it in the blood kind, that makes you compassionate with the oppressed, or the starving, or the brutalized, or the merely innocent. It is not always apparent either. I am certain that others feel it. We only need to pay attention to the rants and tirades in our own speech. What angers you when you read the newspaper or watch the evening news?. Is it Abu graib? It is prices? Is it another politician revealed? It is when you begin to rail out loud when no one is
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FLUXLIST: Cobbing bookwork on Tonerworks
Hello all, After a two month respite from blogging (and YES I was beginning to miss it) and three weeks of frustration trying to contact blogger support and what seems like endless fiddling trying to see what would work and what didn't, I have returned to Tonerworks and my first offered postings are again a bookwork by the late English visual poet Bob Cobbing this time a 1983 duo with his wife Jennifer Pike Cobbing called "Processual 2" which I posted in its entirety. For those interested in visual poetry, a treat. Check it out at: tonerworks.blogspot.com Reed
RE: FLUXLIST: Spinoza Found and Lost
Yes! Absolutely or maybe not Give me ambiguity or give me something else! From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of suse Sent: Monday, February 27, 2006 8:57 AM To: FLUXLIST@scribble.com Subject: Re: FLUXLIST: Spinoza Found and Lost Spinoza Found and lost all perception We deduce these kinds of one thing from another as follows: I say, I finally resolved, I therefore debated by sensual pleasure whether it would notstill more absorbmind is enthralledin the case of the mind is.When I saw these that all ordinary objects of desire further reflection convexed memany menevils arisenlove towards a thing eternalOne thingwas evident,I willhere only briefly state what I mean by true good,human weakness to this orderThis, then, is the end Must We seek the assistance of Moral Philosophy?!?!Apriori(1) Weetabix rule!(2) To speak in a manner intelligible to the multitude, and to comply with every general custom that does not hinder the attainment of our purpose.( I say, I finally resolved, the language might be a combination of animal, plant, electromagnetic, and poetic communication) (3) For we can gain from the multitude no small advantages, provided that we strive to accommodate ourselves to its understanding as far as possible: moreover, we shall in this way gain a friendly audience for the reception afterwards. Having laid down these preliminary fluxus free rules,Reflection Perception arising mere experience Perception arising there is perception arisingAll these kinds of things, these kinds of one thing from another of perception arisingWe deduce one thing from another, and sometimes two or three.
RE: FLUXLIST: Grizzly Girl/Pardon the interruption
Suse, I wrote a response, but it just sounded glib when I read it before sending it, so I didnt. But just so you know, I am thinking about you and I care. Allan From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of suse Sent: Monday, February 27, 2006 10:00 AM To: FLUXLIST@scribble.com Subject: FLUXLIST: Grizzly Girl/Pardon the interruption Pardon this rant--I know I shouldn't --ignor it of course if you like--perhaps it is not fluxus related--been ranting for days--spose I need a blog. Anyway, I am over and out fer awhile again after this one... so don't fret Grizzly Girl Or The Attack of the 50 Foot Woman, Or The Two Americas Revisited, Or How I became a Street Thug by Suse Allison I recently and intensely experienced a fall common to the humanoid; The dreaded dark night of the soul. What makes this particularly dangerous forme in particular is that Ilike to hit bottom. I don't know about other people, but I am almost happy when I finally hit bottom. I act it out with a joie de vivre that only the French can make sound as delectable as it is. Seems a paradox, no? Believe me, the falling itself is agony, the subtle, daily, slip-sliding is no picnic. Ah, but hitting the bottom somehow feels like home again. I am ready now, here, in desperation to march down the Middle of Main Street. Iremember a movie poster from the early 60's. A lithograph featuring a gigantic woman, crushing the highways, picking up cars in her hands with vicious intent. I never saw the movie but the movie poster was enough; her sneer is what I feel. Her derangedscowl as she wreaks havoc on the civilized world is exactly what I have in mind. I am ready again, to March down the Middle of Main street--against traffic, just like Vesta Thomas used to do. Or As his friends call him, Vesta Arresta--so called for having the longest arrest record in Middletown History. Others call him bear, because they know him as one of the warmest, gentlest in Middletown History. So, what started the fall? I quit my job. Quitting a job is something I have been warned since childhood to never, ever, do. It is like jumping off a moving train or boat-- you will never catch up again. You need to wait until you get to a junction, a station to change trains, or a life boat at least to get you to the next place. Something. You don't just quit your job. Well, I did. I knew I would find other work. And I did. The only problem is that having been diagnosed with breast cancer and the subsequent surgeries and treatments have left me in reduced capacity to work--at least temporarily. Still, if you are living simply, as we do, one missed paycheck begins a devastating downward spiral as the paychecks disappear completely. An epidemic of famine hits the home finance department and tensions rise, things taken for granted become precious. And yet, I have done it before. Am I just that selfish? Of course I am--it is another way to beat yourself over the head as your outlook follows your finances into the abysmaldownward spiral. I havejumped off the train before and the adventures I have had along the railroad tracks have been some of the most intensely beautiful moments of my life. The paradox again is that those moments give you back reason for staying on the train again in the first place. As you watch it disappearing round the bend. Affirmations of living are important to those who dwell often in melancholy. We would trade our lives for but a moment in the sun. But then comes remembrance, responsibility and the emotions that tie us to this earth. The fantasy, it turns out is not enough, a return to obscure torture is demanded.( remanded?) But the long dark night of the soul, after three or four sunrises does not seem so bad. It is no mystery to me why so many of the earliest religions worshipped the sun. What a super-yang-spirit-phenomenon with an accountability record like no other--except the moon. The moon! Ah, the moon! The Sumerians called her Sin. What a sultry-yin-spirit-perfectly diametrically opposed orb, with a compassion and regard like no other--except the sun! And when both are full and round, one comes up as the other goes down... So, why is one of the subtitles of this essayThe two Americas...? Well, because when you are sliding down the slippery slope from security to despair, or, as in my case, you've already hit bottom-- you encounter and entirely different set of connections and possibilities. Points of view become clear from which you were previously occluded. At least in my experience, a stirring of compassion, not just the daily kind, with which you commiserate with acquaintances over casually--but the electrifying kind, the feel it in the blood kind, that makes you compassionate with the oppressed, or the starving, or the brutalized, or the merely innocent. It is not always apparent
Re: FLUXLIST: Cobbing bookwork on Tonerworks
Reed-Very nice work ... glad to see you publishing on your blog again. I continue to add things to mine athttp://havent-gardeart.blogspot.comThe other ReidReid Wood (State of Being)"Haven't-Garde Art"[EMAIL PROTECTED]http://havent-gardeart.blogspot.comOn Feb 27, 2006, at 2:08 PM, Reed Altemus wrote:Hello all,After a two month respite from blogging (and YES I wasbeginning to miss it) and three weeks of frustration tryingto contact blogger support and what seems like endlessfiddling trying to see what would work and what didn't, Ihave returned to Tonerworks and my first offered postingsare again a bookwork by the late English visual poetBob Cobbing this time a 1983 duo with his wife Jennifer PikeCobbing called "Processual 2" which I posted in its entirety.For those interested in visual poetry, a treat. Check it out at: tonerworks.blogspot.com Reed
Re: FLUXLIST: Cobbing bookwork on Tonerworks
Reid, Yes, I've been following your bloggings daily since you started. All looks good... Reed - Original Message - From: Reid Wood To: FLUXLIST@scribble.com Sent: Monday, February 27, 2006 9:55 PM Subject: Re: FLUXLIST: Cobbing bookwork on Tonerworks Reed- Very nice work ... glad to see you publishing on your blog again. I continue to add things to mine at http://havent-gardeart.blogspot.com The other Reid Reid Wood (State of Being) "Haven't-Garde Art" [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://havent-gardeart.blogspot.com On Feb 27, 2006, at 2:08 PM, Reed Altemus wrote: Hello all, After a two month respite from blogging (and YES I was beginning to miss it) and three weeks of frustration trying to contact blogger support and what seems like endless fiddling trying to see what would work and what didn't, I have returned to Tonerworks and my first offered postings are again a bookwork by the late English visual poet Bob Cobbing this time a 1983 duo with his wife Jennifer Pike Cobbing called "Processual 2" which I posted in its entirety. For those interested in visual poetry, a treat. Check it out at: tonerworks.blogspot.com Reed
