as they said in the 60's - right on
ken
On Apr 26, 2007, at 04:50, Alan Sondheim wrote:
M'Work
There are certain misapprehensions in relation to my works in various
fields - music, sound, photography, film, video, texts, media in
general.
I am assumed to be a producer bypassed or deflected, that my work
refuses
steadfastly one genre or another. In fact, I neither produce
masterpieces
nor specific works, and am uncomfortable with the thinking that
references
a litany of key objects in my career. Instead, I construct discourses,
albeit with myself - discourses of such a nature that it seems
irrelevant
to complete those things that might complete a career - a series for
example, or critical moments. I insist on discourse, because this is
the
means of progress, of thinking itself; to stop at the wayside of this
or
that thing cluttering up the environment means a waste of energy and a
good deal of the limited time we are all given in the first place. As
far
as funding is concerned, I believe that such thought, such discourse,
should be rewarded in particular by granting agencies or good
samaritans,
since there is little change of sales or recompense for the creation of
working-through streams of thought occasionally resulting in partial
reconstructions of philosophy, phenomenology, or any other and all
modes
of conceiving the world. What is the world, but scaffolding which
constantly is renewed, destroyed, forgotten, abandoned at death,
crudely
stumbled upon at birth? To examine this world, to truly occasion
studies
and thinking without compromise, I am forced to forgo stases, strange
and
familiar attractors - forced to avoid these at all costs, however
seductive they might appear. This is not to say that I remain aloof
from
the marketplace - only that I appear deeply unfit for it, and am
forced to
search elsewhere for financial support. But everywhere I look, it is
the
same story - give me the goods, and I might consider, on one level or
another, rewarding you - but nothing further. There are no gifts in
this
life, but only exchanges, and even these come at high psychological
cost.
I honestly try to acquiesce; it is useless, tawdry; nothing seems to
come
of it - something in my character. Given this, I plod onward, carrying
my
sickness with me and an insane desire to believe that reward exists
somewhere through the journey itself, rather than the destination
alone.
However, the thrust of this memo is elsewhere - a counter to those who
critique my working as a contamination of site, cite, and sight - those
who are blind not to see value in the difficult motion of thinking
among
the ongoing world. This is what I do; I think, give signposts,
memoranda,
exempla, and inhabitants of the imaginary, and this, I believe, is the
goal and guise of the true artist, never to rest, never to complete
what
is already known, but to search out elsewhere for whatever knowledge
might
be gained along the ways.
http://www.asondheim.org/gloom.mov
at least no one else is doing this stuff at least on a daily basis.
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