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This, and previous posts, are exactly why I love
fluxlist. Bravo!
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Sent: Sunday, June 26, 2005 10:02
PM
Subject: FLUXLIST: JOSEPH BEUYS, the day
gurdjieff died
JOSEPH BEUYS, the day gurdjieff
died
Contromplelities
The particulars of the lives of Beuys can
be found
in countless documents. The application is best
served not by
repetition of his selfsame rituals,
but by considering the elevation of the
artist into
a sensitively tuned species, a theatre contrasting
the
ordinary mechanics of human behavior. Contin-
uous effort in being, will
& knowledge result in an
eventual wealth of capacity. The apotheosis is
not
the world as we suspect it now, but a landscape
motivated by
understanding.
Intandinee
College of Immortals said to ascribe
to
forgotten particulars. Joseph Beuys, the
day Gurdjieff died... in
plain coat washed
& ragged & following no overhead
doctrine.
Ritual society corresponds to transmuting
chemical habits into
a progressively clearing
being. all participation within the prac-
tice
of metaphrasting culture symbolizes
regeneration. CONCEPT, ACTION,
OBJECT.
Learning in proportion to the inevitable
mysteries,.... Free
International University
has become a way to activate intimate
schools
of remembering.
Somed
Materializing on a mongrel tundra,
the
frozen body of stagleader Beuys
wrapped in fat & felt. 8 days in a
coma, he may have died, or acquired
demiurgic essence. A life
crises,
a depleted body in plane crash
wreckage, transformed in the
course
of 30 years into a benevolent cos-
mogony.
Easily, his
living after “dying”
takes on sculptural form, his will
automatically
detached from bodily
restraint. Or some years later
having to fend with
coyote pacing
madly locked in a gallery rolled
up in a rug. From riding
an edge
near death the tone & timbre of
ritual man is by exclusion
decided.
Each step saves life or removes
death. Constantly reminded
of death,
emptiness & action take on anti-
quated force. There is an
ex-
panding chromaticism & a species
preparing to
change.
noetrialin
And we are stamping our feet against
the wall
verifying a new species, momentary lazing against
the contempt
another slow story is told slowly and
outside breaking lipping or tramel
base of skull
and august another daylight is approximate music,
under
footing of balcony, the door swings open walking
group of
musicians always sighting familiar noises
leaving rattling organpipes,
skywindows, the sight
of noise, little understood in previous century
has
outlasted decay and macrotonal
generalization.
therition
raising out of puddle the delinquent
health rather
whipped & in the place of matter so broken &
cased
with the dragging cage. I am behind the attitude
& this more
than apostrophe maybe makes me heavy
for the mogul. above the ground &
ways away from
clatter pans & airlids crawl along the street for
the
stretch of forever eternal brattle. animal &
sized paper against the
walls leaning again the
potion I matter silly health statement.
working
into grid & potential wracked the stain but last
day of the
yearning for womenweakened agility.
vast hurry so they sing beat breath
they are gone
always & have installed whereless supposing,
lack
winding & bleeding breath & under the ocean of glass
lining
the study looking out onto the street estranged
world of small village away
from the populace. I
have established a gaunt fist or slamming
instant
walls in front of me, cant get out of the way of
belonging alone
or enable the stretch & reach of
my body to suggest poly any I want
want so little
have anything ancient. game.
shing Con
The
drum leader narrowed the beat, dimly light
giltered thru da noisy lights,
whales tunneling and
radar sonic waves at breaking over creatures,
seaside
church vast lasting vast lasting and a forgotten
women ringing
bell.
d Buining
A what I have understood every concept
within
a making is light and troubleless, many madly singers
left alone
next to the sea, sound is less consistently
device & closure, outside
our knowing is enumeration,
frequencies of experience
accumulating.
chno Systal
A map of the ocean is a contour of
appearing noise.
I have lain package.
pleth
for years in
the ancient dark is bound to apt to reveal
ellipsis and truth ism of
command nature----the spellbound
as it appears in real life will not be
angled of held hollow-----
nor sposh to rant
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gerio
Terrible diplomacy is newspaper everyday
and the currency
should the frantic punk loose way in the darkling crowd,
no
god to pander and the bounce feet make in the footprint cement,
isms
to believe to reduce the cueing. Not to know in advance
the specifics of
the death. Body no blood had left epic.
Proportion consumes the railing art
and a case of posthumous
papers should be forte for investigation. If I
could know
what he say it be atomized for air
concerned.
thoying
You Look Like You Know this botch up the
investigation. The
old man is called Hab Non, mountains being crossed by
chinese
generations, musical writing memory and Hab Non had
written
timelessly of the culture. Migration against careless
politics.
A Tibetan Buddha horn whiles long tubular pitches.
a summons for the death
of old writing man.
Hab. Non. Creature
apostrophe for what you can
push against, those boring
unmoving people lay in the mid the continent and
holocaust
for change. Slight magnificent morning rises above
dawn and
this building is fortress of art. It lays
between fat ridge and damp omming
mountain long enough
to consider the visitors.
They are robed in
modeled
perfection, some spiritual sterility about their
knowling
jogular plodding. But they disappear from the face of
avant
garde country before they reach the building.
The building moans.
A
mental of all possible writings which has the
advantage it has happened
before I am alive and making
it ready for living, twelvetone personal
living space.
The constant, in the midst, organization of concepts,
that
formal arrangement
of any set of learning, in the music learning,
interper
sonal learning.
Typewriter sphere contemporary initiative
and
invention in the body of littling, so much is written
far as can
tell we generate pauses, diskind assimilation
with bothering—
who if
its opposite can assume
diversion, form of music that is always
appearing,
comparisons with breath, infinite water, mercurial drone,
I
am pausing beneath aperture so is how we last dealt
with predecessor
memories, o kind of alpha, life is
light and outside pageantry we are
living in whileness
living in molecules.
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