Re: FLUXLIST: JOSEPH BEUYS, the day gurdjieff died
This, and previous posts, are exactly why I love fluxlist. Bravo! - Original Message - From: mIEKAL aND To: FLUXLIST@scribble.com Sent: Sunday, June 26, 2005 10:02 PM Subject: FLUXLIST: JOSEPH BEUYS, the day gurdjieff died JOSEPH BEUYS, the day gurdjieff diedContromplelitiesThe particulars of the lives of Beuys can be foundin countless documents. The application is bestserved not by repetition of his selfsame rituals,but by considering the elevation of the artist intoa sensitively tuned species, a theatre contrastingthe ordinary mechanics of human behavior. Contin-uous effort in being, will knowledge result in aneventual wealth of capacity. The apotheosis is notthe world as we suspect it now, but a landscapemotivated by understanding.IntandineeCollege of Immortals said to ascribe toforgotten particulars. Joseph Beuys, theday Gurdjieff died... in plain coat washed ragged following no overhead doctrine.Ritual society corresponds to transmutingchemical habits into a progressively clearingbeing. all participation within the prac-tice of metaphrasting culture symbolizesregeneration. CONCEPT, ACTION, OBJECT.Learning in proportion to the inevitablemysteries, Free International Universityhas become a way to activate intimateschools of remembering.SomedMaterializing on a mongrel tundra,the frozen body of stagleader Beuyswrapped in fat felt. 8 days in a coma, he may have died, or acquireddemiurgic essence. A life crises,a depleted body in plane crashwreckage, transformed in the courseof 30 years into a benevolent cos-mogony.Easily, his living after “dying”takes on sculptural form, his willautomatically detached from bodilyrestraint. Or some years laterhaving to fend with coyote pacingmadly locked in a gallery rolledup in a rug. From riding an edgenear death the tone timbre ofritual man is by exclusion decided.Each step saves life or removesdeath. Constantly reminded of death,emptiness action take on anti-quated force. There is an ex-panding chromaticism a speciespreparing to change.noetrialinAnd we are stamping our feet against the wallverifying a new species, momentary lazing againstthe contempt another slow story is told slowly andoutside breaking lipping or tramel base of skulland august another daylight is approximate music, underfooting of balcony, the door swings open walkinggroup of musicians always sighting familiar noisesleaving rattling organpipes, skywindows, the sightof noise, little understood in previous century hasoutlasted decay and macrotonal generalization.theritionraising out of puddle the delinquent health ratherwhipped in the place of matter so broken casedwith the dragging cage. I am behind the attitude this more than apostrophe maybe makes me heavyfor the mogul. above the ground ways away fromclatter pans airlids crawl along the street forthe stretch of forever eternal brattle. animal sized paper against the walls leaning again thepotion I matter silly health statement. workinginto grid potential wracked the stain but last day of the yearning for womenweakened agility.vast hurry so they sing beat breath they are gonealways have installed whereless supposing, lackwinding bleeding breath under the ocean of glasslining the study looking out onto the street estrangedworld of small village away from the populace. Ihave established a gaunt fist or slamming instantwalls in front of me, cant get out of the way ofbelonging alone or enable the stretch reach ofmy body to suggest poly any I want want so littlehave anything ancient. game.shing ConThe drum leader narrowed the beat, dimly lightgiltered thru da noisy lights, whales tunneling andradar sonic waves at breaking over creatures, seasidechurch vast lasting vast lasting and a forgottenwomen ringing bell.d BuiningA what I have understood every concept withina making is light and troubleless, many madly singersleft alone next to the sea, sound is less consistentlydevice closure, outside our knowing is enumeration,frequencies of experience accumulating.chno SystalA map of the ocean is a contour of appearing noise.I have lain package.plethfor years in the ancient dark is bound to apt to revealellipsis and truth ism of command naturethe spellboundas it appears in real life will not be angled of held hollow-nor sposh to rant -/-gerioTerrible diplomacy is newspaper everyday and the currencyshould the frantic punk loose way in the darkling crowd, nogod to pander and the bounce feet make in the footprint cement,isms to believe to reduce the cueing. Not to know in advancethe specifics of the death. Body no blood had left epic.Proportion consumes the railing art and a case of posthumouspapers should be forte for investigation. If I could knowwhat he say it be atomized for air
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 naturethe spellbound as it appears in real life will not be angled of held hollow- nor sposh to rant -/- 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
