The Agency of Discourse.............
The Agency of Discoursehttp://tinyurl.com/nah8z-- Peter Ciccariello http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Re: the teeth scrapings of a fictional charlatan
Intense!-PeterOn 4/5/06, phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: the teeth scrapings of a fictional charlatanhttp://www.phaneronoemikon.org/images/3d/chagum.jpgor another set prop (perhaps an image in a waiting room) for The Microbe Merchant, or the Girl w/ the Ovaries(Henry Ceard and H. de Weindel, 1898)This was the first of offensive Grand Guignol dramasthat truly shocked newspaper critics.A well-meaning doctor pretends to be a charlatan. He sells two would-be poisoners fake poison,and refuses to remove a young woman's ovariessimply to make her 'safe for love'.. The poisonersreturn and threaten to call the police. the young ladymarries the fake fake-doctor.
Re: test
test temp u usOn 4/3/06, Steve Dalachinsky [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: incest
Re: test
testymonyOn 4/4/06, mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: testtostterttone test temp u us On 4/3/06, Steve Dalachinsky [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: incest -- http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Re: test
Testy killOn 4/4/06, Steve Dalachinsky [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: yeasty money
Bitter Pill
Landscape Poem.Bitter Pillhttp://photos1.blogger.com/hello/2/1002/1024/bitterpill2.0.jpg -- Peter Ciccariellohttp://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Re: Hard Mix Week-end
Wild! The core. I've been re-visiting Godard lately... - Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: mwp [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Sun, 19 Mar 2006 10:12:58 -0800 Subject: Hard Mix Week-end Hard Mix Week-end, after a still by Jean-Luc Godard (2006). http://mwp.jaycloidt.com/mpmov2006/HMG2006.mov 1min20sec, 8MB mwp
Re: blastitude review (fwd)
Agreed. That Maud Liardion piece was stunning. So evocative. -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Mon, 13 Mar 2006 22:13:07 -0800 Subject: Re: blastitude review (fwd) I've posted several of your pieces on the blog.. most recently the Maud Liardion piece.. I just thought you weren't reading anything!! The fountain was amazing, and the piece with the black smoky presence also.. There was also one which had beautiful writing.. Just got back from seeing Yale's Tokyo Quartet, playing on four Stradivariu, A cello, viola, and two matched violins.. this set of instruments is called the paganini quartet as i guess paganini played some of them or something.. we heard some mozart, higdon and brahms.. the reason i bring this up is the unconscious movements of the players are like dance, and in the specific bodily configurations manifesting and being manifested there was something which reminded me strongly of your work.. there was a kind of epiphenomenal manifold in which each was participating but also was experiencing.. anyway i thought of you as i watched those amazing musicians tonight and ritual is never far from the player but i've been listening to Giacinto Scelsi today lq - Original Message - From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Monday, March 13, 2006 9:31 PM Subject: blastitude review (fwd) (my new attitude since my work doesn't garner comments any more on the lists, so well as might advertise with jetlag) http://www.blastitude.com/19/RECORDS.htm RITUAL ALL 770: The Songs CD (FIRE MUSEUM) This just in: a label from San Francisco called Fire Museum Records has put out a CD reissue of the debut album by Alan Sondheim's classic Providence-based Ritual All 770 band. (Man, this is the fourth Providence-related review in a row, and I'm strictly using alphabetical order here. That town must really be The New Seattle.) The album is called The Songs, was recorded in March 1967, was self-released in enough of an edition for the name All 770 to end up on the NWW list, and is a must-hear for fans of the group's two subsequent albums on ESP-Disk (Ritual All 770, also from 1967, and T'Other Little Tune, from 1968). In fact, it's my favorite of the three. Gorgeous but constantly challenging improv mystery-movement with femme-chorale vocals. Sondheim is credited with a super-whopping 19 different instruments (including his slippery weird electric blues guitar leads that you will remember from the ESP releases), and is joined by others on a basic core lineup of bass, trump et, cornet, jazz drums, and tabla (with many other instruments filling out the ensemble). Again, the two women on vocals are awesome (Ruth Ann Hutchinson and June Fellows). Also check this wild interview with Mr. Sondheim, and there's always the strange and deep asondheim.org. out now! ritual all 770/ alan sondheim- the songs fm-04 fire museum records p.o. box 591754 san francisco, ca. 94159 u.s.a. http://www.museumfire.com
Re: Lost (*)Loves
Talen, Thanks for this. Ever since you posted it I have noticed lost (g)loves all over... how much there is we don't attend to, haze over, don't see. -Peter Ciccariello -Original Message- From: Talan Memmott [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Thu, 9 Mar 2006 08:18:15 -0800 Subject: Lost (*)Loves 'Tis better to have (g)loved and lost than never to have (g)loved at all. -Tennyson The hottest (g)love has the coldest end. -Socrates http://memmott.org/talan/g_love/00.html
Re: semageanim
Hypnotic scoria! -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Fri, 10 Mar 2006 09:42:11 -0800 Subject: semageanim industrial image slag: semageanim http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/images/collages/semageanim.html
Re: Lurmage
Now that sounds like a great sandwiche! -Peter ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Mon, 6 Mar 2006 17:27:35 -0800 Subject: Re: Lurmage This is weird. I had picked up a book on Nepalese shamanism among a tribe whose name I can't remember, but the chapter I was interested in was about ambiguous spirits. I also had a book about himalayan shamanism with reference to tantric practices. i had also picked up a book by Crawley called the The Mystic Rose or some such which was blurbed by Eckhard or something close whose book on old moroccan magic and folklore i have. cant remember the xact name.. I didnt buy them because all the lines at powells today were like 45 people long and i had to pee and i didnt want to climb back up 3 flights of stairs to wait in line to pee, so i just booked.. then i took a leak at a gas-station while my truck was being filled. then i went to the movie store and among other things i picked up a 1960's japanese kid's flick called The Golden Bat.. whose opening credits looked quite a bit like these images!! so there's 2 hits in the paranoi-critical mindfield Himalayan Ethnography Golden Bat visual echoes your totem figure\ then Then I went to the grocery store to buy some butter, olive ciabatta and black forest ham cause i'm making ham, butter and cornichon sandwiches tonight the butter I bought was a danish (inherently political i guess, but whatever, it looked good and was cheap) brand called Lurpak.. Do you still deny that you are controlling my MIND??? Just kidding, i mean this is all pretty accurate, but anyway, great set alan, really nice. perfectly hermetic to me.. i mean i could venture a few connections, but really what's the use of my stupid connections! :) lq - Original Message - From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Monday, March 06, 2006 1:33 PM Subject: Lurmage Lurmage Geneva god-vision recovered image: 'I herein having-hungered am-dying, I having-risen my father near will-go, and him-to will-say I god and our sin did, I in-future equal not remained your son they-will-say, you me laborer one keep.' (Purik sampler from Bailey, Linguistic Studies from the Himalayas.) http://www.asondheim.org/lur1.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/lur2.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/lur3.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/lur4.jpg
The being of man slicing through the thin skin of language
The being of man slicing through the thin skin of language http://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/beingofman.htm -Peter Ciccariello
Re: The Incredible Mr Limpet
Great. Somehow so familiar... -Peter Ciccariello -Original Message- From: phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Sun, 26 Feb 2006 04:41:14 -0800 Subject: The Incredible Mr Limpet swims a good night blarney stone to a tether to th'round single bullet tone gifts well a southern comfort soul of father and son sundies skinny ineffectual his name came up friday night pockets the jangling of a clown encoded body work something near to a heat how glow and ralph early this is /it/ personality drives the engine of the absurd strange bird with fife gordian now cut dawn is soon now halo of 10d bromide fory fer pete's sake rainbow of stickshifting domestic hurricane of television bindu's the eddies and the brooks have come fer you limpid pond of may berries rf id-scope: Opie loses his baseball in the old Rimshaw House and is scared off by what he thinks are ghosts. Andy sends Barney out to fetch the ball. Barney forces Gomer to come with him, and they are both scared away by what they, too, believe are ghosts. Andy takes the two of them to the house and discovers the true spook is a moonshiner who has rigged up the house to keep people away.
The Map of Narrative
http://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/narrative.htm -Peter Ciccariello http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Re: The Map of Narrative
Yes. Thanks for that. The Map of Narrative. Whose end is in its beginning. I love that Superconducting Super Collider. Was the world built with polygons or triangles? -Peter http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Sun, 26 Feb 2006 18:26:34 -0800 Subject: Re: The Map of Narrative it all follows so perfectly http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superconducting_Super_Collider http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tokamak and the flavor of the Germanic letterforms.. I just got back from the Hesse exhibit a painting of one of Franz Stuck's students a dionysus table fountain, he's wearing a barrel there's a frog in his hair too many of the wrong frogs in hawaii i found an 'arcimboldo' of seashells today but they wanted $850 the drop loop the microloop I found a marvelous essay today on Redon and Poe and monsters the list goes on it looks like 2 buildings but is 3 i can't write down the correspondences fast enough i can't remember them its like a blizzard of echoes and looking at the photograph of the mother bathing her son who was a victim of the atomic bomb was reminded of Virilio's notion that non-figurative art came out of the disfigurement of so many during world war 1 and today i began to think of this disfigurement as a plasmic echo a plasma of constructs and structures, a formlessness containing structured latencies, its like that little man of pettibone's standing in the flames holding up some ridiculous sign it doesnt matter what it says he's standing in the fire with the flames is it the gita that calls the world a flesh sun? - Original Message - From: Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Sunday, February 26, 2006 11:23 AM Subject: The Map of Narrative http://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/narrative.htm -Peter Ciccariello http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Re: beasties, a debacle c
Hi Dan. I got a real kick out of your beasties. I thought you might like this one I came up with a bit ago. No text just a beatie. http://k41.pbase.com/v3/06/512806/2/48609976.hitchhiker.jpg All the best, -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Dan Waber [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Fri, 24 Feb 2006 10:52:31 -0500 Subject: beasties, a debacle c One more new project: beasties: monsters made up from made up monster names's names (teachers and kids (of all ages) take note! Yes, I'm making them to order. http://www.logolalia.com/beasties/ and a seasonal delight, the complete and unaltered exchange between online support for a tax preparation company and yours disgruntled truly: http://www.logolalia.com/block-debacle/ also, for those of you following along at home, untranslatable continues to grow, thanks to all who've sent things in. Keep 'em coming, please. http://www.logolalia.com/untranslatable/ Whee! Dan
Re: be my morning
I appreciate this one. A world where Fractions verge Senses confer Hearts blossom With violets singing a cappella! -Peter ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Sat, 18 Feb 2006 09:53:00 -0800 Subject: be my morning fractions verge on unannounced completion as senses confer wholeness unless syllables collapse then watched branches quiver away fullness revealing birds gone far perhaps south this month hearts blossom forehand and sift length from width until freshness recurs almost as violets a cappella matte finish leading toward summer made not freehand merely arriving to amazement informally felt shelter to quash partiality sheila e. murphy
Re: the book of space
Wonderful. Noted. ...huge on the side of a building. -Peter Ciccariello http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Mon, 6 Feb 2006 05:15:11 -0800 Subject: the book of space bdbdbd, a a a ]]]--+ :s-aid siamese lavinia to androidicuss coriolannus with a hop and a fart, cherish the protean fluidity we have.. the book of space is a living treasure.. http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/images/collages/livingtreasure.jpg
Re: in their house nobody
I really ike this one Sheila. I like the odd fibrillation of it, The distorted synchronism. Is that me, or is it there? -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Mon, 6 Feb 2006 20:15:34 -0800 Subject: in their house nobody in their house nobody loves anybody everybody 's sick with something no one cares and everyone fears no one loves him/her and this is true no one does because in their house everyone awaits the time when someone else will die that each might be alone and rich and powerful thus irresistible although no one is likely to be anything because in their house nobody loves anybody everybody has moved on their minds have long ago erased their hearts are never coming back sheila e. murphy
Poem as neural network
The Inner Landscape of Poetry. http://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/neural.htm -Peter Ciccariello http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Poem as Soma with dendrites
Image Poem objectified. Poem as Soma with dendrites http://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/soma.htm -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Re: Puzzle of a Downfall Child
Wonderful. Missed that in the 70's. Wish it was on DVD. -Peter ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tue, 24 Jan 2006 15:49:01 -0800 Subject: Puzzle of a Downfall Child Puzzle of a Downfall Child Living in a state of grace must Be a matter of perception's Sharpening the mask the Way a trimming hook winds Mr. Wong Winds Uwe who was once A sculptress in another life These are the Damned And now your red beehive Convertible is hot for men Like the ethereal doctor And where your screaming Gorgonic gasp-fish blew The soothing straightjacket Of the beach playing castanets I only remember your face Passing into oblivion As if a garden of screeching Had finally laid down A heavy yellow liquid mule written while remembering Jerry Schatzberg's 1970 film, Puzzle of a Downfall Child
The failure of science
Language as Landscape http://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/science.htm -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Re: introduction
Robleto's work is utterly fascinating. Thanks for the links. -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Sat, 21 Jan 2006 02:33:58 -0500 Subject: Re: introduction Also - why not post the essays here unless they're too large? (They'd have to be text format) - otherwise, please send me copies back-channel. Thanks, Alan On Fri, 20 Jan 2006, John Lowther wrote: hello Alan well, assuming i get in, it will be at the concrete campus of GA state university -- downtown ATL. I think btw you'll find a lot of good work here - there's not always that much discussion but the quality of that presented seems always of great interest. too bad, i like discussion. but i am up for what comes. Do the essays you've written have images? Or can the magazine be obtained here? The reviews otherwise might be difficult to interpret? the essay that i am most inclined to trumpet -- or rather the artist (Dario Robleto) -- has links to a pair of wonderful online presentations of shows -- some of the best i have seen for object art on line. the magazine will have one image i believe but i urge all readers of it to visit the two online sites. and here as a teaser for anyone at all curious, are the sites in question -- my 1st of two footnotes; [1] Virtually all of my experience of Robleto's work has been through the two sites listed below. Both are wonderful presentations and I urge anyone reading this to have a look at them. The piece that consumes virtually all of my attention in this essay, The Melancholic Refuses To Surrender is found on the Acme Los Angeles site. http://www.praz-delavallade.com/dariorobleto/expo2004.html http://www.acmelosangeles.com/artists/dr/dr.html Click on any of the thumbnails to bring up a scroll that contains larger shots of all of works. kind regards John For URLs, DVDs, CDs, books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt . Contact: Alan Sondheim, [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED] General directory of work: http://www.asondheim.org .
Re: The Tale of Gordon Bremsstrahlung and Bitter Cherry
Wildly excellent! -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Sat, 21 Jan 2006 09:42:21 -0800 Subject: The Tale of Gordon Bremsstrahlung and Bitter Cherry [two minis] The Tale of Gordon Bremsstrahlung... http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/images/collages/gordon.jpg [Gordon?] Bitter Cherry http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/images/collages/bittercherry.jpg [Prunus Emarginata: kilobug autille]
Babel Being Born
http://tinyurl.com/7d85z Peter Ciccariello BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Alan - Re: Whose irreverent angles
Alan, Thinking today, I realized that a great deal of what you refer to as womb-like space, is actually a function of where I like to place the camera in the virtual landscape. In radically close field of view perspectives, that function as wide-angle zooms, the landscape distorts, like a fish-eye lens. The sky, mountains, and terrain disfigure and focus around the central object, in this case, a cairn of balanced rocks. I am most comfortable in these types of tactile, illusory spaces. I like the implication of speed/searching/recognition/focus/acuity. My thought is that given the ambiguous text of the poem, text that is hidden/obscured/secreted, the reader must rely on visual clues in the image and title for meaning and context. The title is a line from the starting poem; the poem contents are mapped into the forms of the landscape, instilling language with plasticity points to the soundlessness of the spoken word. The visual then becomes the spoken poem. ___ -Original Message- From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Mon, 9 Jan 2006 01:40:51 -0500 Subject: Re: Whose irreverent angles protected- new link! of course - n-dimensional, hyperbolic, negative, jagged, multiply- connected topologies, etc. I know what you mean, but kinda don't agree - Alan On Mon, 9 Jan 2006, Peter Ciccariello wrote: http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/2/1002/1024/Whose-irreverent-angles-pro. jpg Are there other kinds of spaces? -Peter
Whose irreverent angles protected, temporarily
Radiant cairn poem. Whose irreverent angles protected, temporarily http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/2/1002/1024/Whose-irreverent-angles-pro. jpg Peter Ciccariello BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Whose irreverent angles protected- new link!
Sorry for the previous broken link. http://tinyurl.com/d7hfv Radiant cairn poem. Whose irreverent angles protected, temporarily Peter Ciccariello BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Re: Whose irreverent angles protected- new link!
Are there other kinds of spaces? -Peter -Original Message- From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Mon, 9 Jan 2006 01:01:48 -0500 Subject: Re: Whose irreverent angles protected- new link! Again beautiful. Why are your spaces all womb-like? - Alan On Mon, 9 Jan 2006, Peter Ciccariello wrote: Sorry for the previous broken link. http://tinyurl.com/d7hfv Radiant cairn poem. Whose irreverent angles protected, temporarily Peter Ciccariello BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ For URLs, DVDs, CDs, books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt . Contact: Alan Sondheim, [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED] General directory of work: http://www.asondheim.org .
Re: Cairn Poem...............
That is the conflict. I must confess, I am fascinated by the ambiguity/acuity, stumbling across a stone, a poem, mostly indecipherable, knowledge obscured, critical information masked, buried. Archeological clues, left to the viewer to interpret, to deconstruct, to reconstruct, the poem as landscape, language carved in stone, permanence, immortality, transience, the unfathomable detritus of communication? The lyrical made concrete, isn?t that poetry? Thanks for asking Alan. -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Mon, 2 Jan 2006 11:25:26 -0500 Subject: Re: Cairn Poem... Hi - can you say something re: how legible do you want the writing? I'm not able to make it out much of the time. The images are quite beautiful; the legibility can be an issue since it seems as if the object was a Rosetta stone, i.e. something o the order of deciphering, but there's not enough of the language present... - Alan On Mon, 2 Jan 2006, Peter Ciccariello wrote: Cairn Poem http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/2/1002/1024/cairn-poem.jpg
Cairn Poem...............
Cairn Poem http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/2/1002/1024/cairn-poem.jpg -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Re: 5 for the new year
Happy New Year to all! Sheila, I'm still in the the space of #5. -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Sat, 31 Dec 2005 19:56:38 -0800 Subject: Re: 5 for the new year Thank you, mIEKAL, thank you - happy new year to you all! Sheila --- mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: words too few to be sure On Dec 31, 2005, at 1:39 PM, Sheila Murphy wrote: house absorbs emptiness all its life * days purposely mean not a thing * emotion fill shadow with white voice * still the habit holds the habit * nest from which I have fallen sheila e. murphy A society grows great when old men plant trees in whose shade they will never sit ?Greek proverb
Re: It Will Circulate
I like this Gregory. Circuitous. -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Gregory Severance [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 19:21:17 -0700 Subject: It Will Circulate IT WILL CIRCULATE This town heavy timber and such that the administration surrounded their town. Urbanite any urbanite suffering eviction takes a bus through. Inspectors pawing dusty books read excerpts and as such they sometimes dirty limericks' lines. It was a pleasure for them to walk in the horizontalness of the distribution center. From aisle to aisle to aisle. They love to play game of walking from aisle to aisle with red totes filled with returns. To have elbow room and place a blue tote on the conveyor and it will circulate. Bachelard calls to Heidegger's bolt to be screwed into the nut. Other objects threatening the harvest thus extend these instruments of my body. Menacing my body the tool thus sensation first. Study the world laid down. Our very revealing which manifests our original relation to. Gregory Severance
Re: buoyancy
This is really quite beautiful. So many things jump out. the flight of the leaf shaped by its descent Clearly Water floated if coaxed Thanks. -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Mon, 26 Dec 2005 19:53:18 -0600 Subject: buoyancy She said buoyancy all was accomplished. It didn't begin with the dreadful rain, cold dark. The sermon-like whine of the cold night air accomplished nothing. The writer sat back in staccato, wishing water to break his eyes knock heads with the plot. If asked she knew the writer, not what he was working on at the moment, but more his overall conscience, rooted as it was in ordinary pleasures offbeat tongueplay. Digression as in the person most likely to takeover the world. Whether a page of paper with its numb rubber surface is relay, what in the end, should impart the instant of motion, everything flying apart, come together murmured heartfelt about. She is working at it. Nothing credit for doing it yet. Water stood about in the shallows, worked up with anger, that mounting indelible sensation of the world against you?you know?like the time she contorted her delicate or flimsy body into a futuristic pose, thinking all along without direction or position, the flight of the leaf shaped by its descent. Clearly Water floated if coaxed, children were always one to splash abandon dreary / wearisome thoughts, but the tide is not the surface, but like the tow of the brain, it works simultaneous with the narrowly visual. In the backroom she has been working for some time elbowdeep in dishwashing. The job is unfulfilling, the customers never clean their plates she has all this time to recognize. Like experimenting with the dishwater. Not at all surprising are the contents. Eggs. Cigarette butts. Chili. Green peppers. Cheese. Sponges. Toast. Soggy cookies. Napkins. Hands dishes. The sink is an open field, she has all day to make the contents obey her imagination. She is a molecule from some years before suddenly brought to consciousness. It was from her time that great megaliths of ice overthrew the continents. Programmed in her DNA, once a protean swelling form of ice, she is presently reduced to an aberration in a back room in a sink, in a molecule of water. Silence paradox, working to earn enough money to send the writer to an ocean, where he will sit lotus endlessly, waves crushing his lap, his pencil notebook wet useless, all this while she is still there, sifting thru the dishwater, closer to water, to luxury. Makeshift misplaced in alien havens. The writer took residence on a river-dazed pier. Wharf. Imagine the controversy when he organized a rendezvous in the night, pretext of dreaming new verbs nouns for said book. The wharf is very accommodating, wooden slats carved initialed. I could tell you any story you'd wanna hear. The wharf floated bobbled indicating that the turbulent city had little enough squirreled away, this generation should follow the water elsewhere. The writer waited, without precedence. He wrote many books waited. The wharf grew weak, collapsed into the water. No one objected, the city ignored the river, the fisherman ignored the flotsam, the river compended the change, the writer maintained his network of speculations, waited to rendezvous. Water is priceless, again water is priceless. from With A Back To Water
The house of time besieged by uncertainty
The image came to resemble a broken timepiece, a watch case that had been run over by a truck or an automobile. I first thought of calling it Broken Time, but then I realized that architecturally it was a ruined structure, a building that perhaps housed time, a building that was under siege, uncertain of its future. I liked that, time being in doubt about its future. http://i.pbase.com/o4/06/512806/1/53764920.Thehouseoftimebesieged.jpg I hope there is peace for us all surrounding this time like a soft glowing halo. -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Fauve Poem
http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/2/1002/1024/fauvist-poem.jpg -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Re: credo / unutterable horror
Remarkable Alan. -Peter Ciccarielllo ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Wed, 21 Dec 2005 04:56:41 -0500 Subject: credo / unutterable horror credo unutterable horror if I did not _this_ and _now_ it would not, would never be, would never have been, done; this is the unutterable horror of death, with which I face every moment of my existence. I imagine myself near death, with the recognition, whatever I do not say _now_ will ever be said, that these sights are my last, my own, and not my own; that my possessions, which I have carefully tended for so many years, will lose their inherent skein with new distributions; that I will never see an end to anything, nor to myself. with unutterable horror I continue to write, as if texts would stave death from proximity; these myths no longer work; I no longer sleep, or no longer sleep well; I survive to write _this_ text and only _this_ text; what I have promised myself - the knowledge of a new language, a visit to a foreign country - will never be done. when I open a book my first thought is always, will I survive to finish it; will this make a difference, certainly not to myself, on the verge of total annihilation. I cannot imagine such; such is literally unaccountable, unimaginable, replete with intrinsic absence. every saying, every utterance, is a gain- saying. this horror is not abstract; it is as concrete as the physical pain I also inhabit, and only the onslaught of physical torment will make my death bearable. I am a coward; such is not the case until disease or accident wills it so. I write, I create, as fast as I do, because it is all I can do; it is the only thing to be done; it is always the last rite; it is never enough.
Re: Copland
Yes. Especially If a person wanted to show purity, the clothing would be text. The moment lacking is the next to come. -Peter Ciccariello http://poemsfromprovidence.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Fri, 16 Dec 2005 06:46:34 -0800 Subject: Copland Just now no untouched places need repair. And damages pass usual anxiety. The gloves dissolve. In these accustomed eyes of mothering and even quiet, pale chords have occurred. Each period of year, placed on soft surface. Pianissimo brass instruments retreat to reeds. If a person wanted to show purity, the clothing would be text. The moment lacking is the next to come. Choice follows blades of grass fulled into sheaf's comported space. One is treble tempting bass. A lull to blur this edge. sheila e. murphy
Re: how does this work...?
Great! I think it's because after a while you exhaust your photo-receptors. -Peter -Original Message- From: mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Fri, 16 Dec 2005 15:09:17 -0600 Subject: how does this work...? can anyone explain how this works? http://www.iol.ie/~dluby/Illusion.htm
Re: CNN Breaking News
I care. And I'd like to see them if you post them. -Peter Ciccariello -Original Message- From: mwp [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tue, 13 Dec 2005 11:39:58 -0800 Subject: Re: CNN Breaking News I have a few dozen photos from this that I took at the protest in SQ last night. It may take me a couple of days before I can process them, in case anybody cares. m On Dec 13, 2005, at 1:00 AM, Alan Sondheim wrote: -- Crips gang co-founder Stanley Tookie Williams has been executed in California for the 1979 murders of four people. Watch CNN or log on to http://CNN.com and watch FREE video. More Americans watch CNN. More Americans trust CNN. * Anderson Cooper 360 airs at a new time, 10 p.m. ET weeknights -- only on CNN. http://www.CNN.com/andersoncooper * To unsubscribe from CNN.com's Breaking News E-Mail Alert, log on to: http://CNN.com/EMAIL/breakingnews.html To sign up for additional e-mail products, go to http://CNN.com/EMAIL (c)2005. Cable News Network, LP, LLLP. A Time Warner Company. All Rights Reserved. CNN Interactive email id:169560339042653480
Re: CNN Breaking News
Indeed. Thanks for posting them. The expressions on the faces say it all. Imagine a world where... -Peter C. -Original Message- From: mwp [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tue, 13 Dec 2005 22:24:13 -0800 Subject: Re: CNN Breaking News Thanks! I wanted to rush this into availability while the emotional wounds surrounding the issue were still fresh, so I didn't put much effort into figuring out an optimal compression scheme for it. Sorry about that, I'll try and deal with the matter tomorrow and make it more user friendly if I can. I usually use Quicktime to make a nice small Slideshow from the stills, but this one kept crashing Quicktime for some reason. I do like to focus on images at events like this that are not the pictures one usually sees and that the hundreds of other pro and amateur photographers who were there are most likely to take. I figure that they will do the job of capturing the typical stock imagery that makes the newspaper front pages, leaving me to deal with more subtle and complex relationships among the various conflicting agendas: the protesters, media, cops, bystanders, residents, etc. Which is not to say that I don't have my own up-front point of view that I bring to the event, which in this case is firmly anti-death penalty. What a deeply barbaric place we are that this kind of activity still exists in the richest country in the world. It literally turns my stomach whenever we pass through one of these horrific rituals nowadays. Maybe the photos are a way of exorcising my pain, or at least giving it a place to go. m On Dec 13, 2005, at 9:26 PM, Alan Sondheim wrote: Just want to say these are absolutely amazing photos - I'm not sure why the files have to be this large - but they're worth waiting for. You have an incredible eye. I wish we were there... - Alan On Tue, 13 Dec 2005, mwp wrote: Well, you're in luck, because I just finished uploading the file this very minute! It's a slideshow with 49 photos, 22.5mb quicktime. Photos from the Tookie Williams demonstration / vigil at San Quentin Prison on 12-12-2005. Slideshow, 22.5mb http://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/TW23mb2005.mov m On Dec 13, 2005, at 5:36 PM, Peter Ciccariello wrote: I care. And I'd like to see them if you post them. -Peter Ciccariello -Original Message- From: mwp [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tue, 13 Dec 2005 11:39:58 -0800 Subject: Re: CNN Breaking News I have a few dozen photos from this that I took at the protest in SQ last night. It may take me a couple of days before I can process them, in case anybody cares. m On Dec 13, 2005, at 1:00 AM, Alan Sondheim wrote: -- Crips gang co-founder Stanley Tookie Williams has been executed in California for the 1979 murders of four people. Watch CNN or log on to http://CNN.com and watch FREE video. More Americans watch CNN. More Americans trust CNN. * Anderson Cooper 360 airs at a new time, 10 p.m. ET weeknights -- only on CNN. http://www.CNN.com/andersoncooper * To unsubscribe from CNN.com's Breaking News E-Mail Alert, log on to: http://CNN.com/EMAIL/breakingnews.html To sign up for additional e-mail products, go to http://CNN.com/EMAIL (c)2005. Cable News Network, LP, LLLP. A Time Warner Company. All Rights Reserved. CNN Interactive email id:169560339042653480 For URLs, DVDs, CDs, books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt . Contact: Alan Sondheim, [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED] General directory of work: http://www.asondheim.org .
Re: intactulate perceptule
Sheila, Well said! One does listen for crushed cinders. there is no free pour possibility when thinking lines and planes and distance. Wonderfully keen! -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Thu, 8 Dec 2005 06:08:03 -0800 Subject: intactulate perceptule far from my recall I linger under accusations of unlicensed quietude. shut up. my dear departed __, can you not elasticize your time here and come back? I've been so peaceful, although it is many days since warmth could enter. cinders on the drive do not sound crushed. one listens. when enrolled in a geometry class, I found the pieces lame and dis- connected. now I touch in color them. now they touch. I flatten them. so they will touch. there is no free pour possibility when thinking lines and planes and distance. in a matter of pale melody I think that I shall harvest what is more a porous way of sinking my teeth into this apartness in a rush. I hesitate to give myself to this unpunctuated way. you over there: congratulations on your lack of heart and your indelible insisting brain that parasites on vessels that would otherwise lift many ones. I choose to let my back be ridden more than once. one wants replete affection. only this will license death if only when the treble has been plucked from open clef. whose infinite agility migrates sound from worth. sheila e. murphy
Re: stapelia ophelia
Wonderfully ominous! Thought you might be interested in this: Massive Corpse Flower Set for Rare Blooming in U.S. http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2001/06/0605_flowerbloom.html I remember having an orchid once, it only had about five leaves that were actually pointed spikes. The odor when it bloomed was horrifying yet irresistable. -Peter Ciccariello
Re: Redbon
Excellent! Thanks. -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tue, 29 Nov 2005 15:24:10 -0800 Subject: Redbon Redbon: The Silent Germs of My Unrequited Love http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/images/collages/redbon.jpg blog:// http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/blog/phanero.html
Re: hitherto only a brief heart
Nice! -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tue, 22 Nov 2005 21:39:42 -0800 Subject: hitherto only a brief heart third person singular's a posse indivisible you amended what I did not warm again madrigal oh madrigal wherefore art command form overcast endowment furled unfurled then furled apart from tithing pitch prance meaning forty-four or so remaining rationales for what you fail to do all in the name of being right least pleasurable aggressive act a homophonic trans- is kippered through transactional anatomy or is that merely magisterial regression offer me reserve and I will hand it back to clobber faux historic modules where the treble clef's been hanging by a third foe unredeemed by arbitration sheila e. murphy
Re: failure
Utterly fascinating.
Both Alan's failure and now this response.
-Peter Ciccariello
ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
-Original Message-
From: lanny quarles [EMAIL PROTECTED]
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA
Sent: Tue, 1 Nov 2005 00:17:52 -0800
Subject: Re: failure
so brilliant// Alan.
or floppylike, {the valley talk..
Like,
the ocean is sometimes called a 'smooth space' {Nomadology} redolent
in a purely abstract sense
of a specie of freedom or release, but there is of course the old
cliche' in televsion and movies of the
ocean suicide.. the monty python It's character heads out there a
few times.. one of my favorites
would have to be Richard Burton's attempt in Night of the Iguana, a
'classic' failed oceanic suicide,
but the one that sticks in my mind is the BBC series Reginald Perrin
starred in the late 70's where
every episode began with him returning from a failed oceanic suicide..
the surfer connotation is interesting too.. especially if we're
talking depleted associations
because that's how I see the whole web-surfing metaphor.. its like a
faded old tv program
and yet underneathe the Jack Kirby Silver Surfer half-tones of
depletion, theoretical shallow
ness there is that image of a kind of 'perfect skin' or 'enhanced
skin' the potential for that shiny
3ds or Maya model of data access, a weird shadow of hegelianism's
historical positivism,
progressions congregating about the signifier proliferating with
insane specificity, the piles of
networked science papers, the undeniable evidence that the human race
is indeed producing
intricate forms of knowledge, the sprawl of it is like a kind of
salinity, an evidence of agency
as buoyancy, a kind of Serresian parasite emerging from that ocean of
personological depletion,
living, seeing that ocean, even if, in the midst of a setting
sun..what was there, what was really
there.. vague, depleted still perhaps, but the bulkiness, the physical
heft of the production of
knowledge, the meat sprawl of science, those rakish surfers doing gene
research innocent of
irigaray or even baudrillard, those muscley chemists quantifying the
image down to the angstrom...
if you've never smelled semiconductor grade acetone it's kind of
sweet, erotic in a way..
there is something Marcusean in it, like an old Russian constructivist
film, hoky yet undeniably
good..wholesome even, as if those piers might have been made by the
Vesnin brothers, as if
unbeknownst to us all the ghosts of El Lissitzky and Marcel Pagnol are
cryptically alive in this
dark Proun of film. Marcel Pagnol described this relationship between
the eye and the equipment:
In a theatre, a thousand people cannot sit in the same seat and thus
we cannot say that any two
of them have seen the same play.. The playwright has to take aim at
his public by taking his
shotgun and firing a thousand pellets at once, if he is to strike
successfully a thousand views in
a single blow.. Film resolves this problem, since the spectator, no
matter where he is in the
theatre, sees exactly what the camera saw..The internet multiplies the
theatre, distributes it
in time and space, giving the spectator control over the 'controls'..
I have the time to notice
how the pier might in fact bear some resemblance to one of El
Lissitzky's Proun, or just what
kind of depletion might be there.. that control over time is a kind of
metaphor of infinite multiplication,
as if any film might in fact be something like Flaubert's telescope..
that dull ocean is something like
the formlessness of the quantum foam, the ordered chaos from which
nodes of conscious emerge,
like beads of mercury on an infinite mirrored plain all staring
simultaneously at one another.. a test,
a screen, that pier a secret Proun, jutting into the exactness of the
image, rupturing it.. As Benjamin:
The camera substitutes a space of unconscious human action for that
space in which man consciously
acts. Basically following the maxim too much justice results in
injustice, too much justness- too much
exactitude in the definition of the recorded and transmitted
form-image- results in inexactitude, or better,
a relative uncertainty due to the interpretive delirium of the
observer, be it spectator, or tele-spectator..
What we can't see is the map of interruptions, within and within.. and
it is in that sense that media generates
a kind of synthetic dimension exactly, over-exactly perpendicular to
that of the 4 we know, if not a
dimension, then an all pervasive substance of interruptions, redolent
in every surface of image production..
specifically*(?) in this sense a tele-topology of delirium machines
- Original Message -
From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED]
To: WRYTING-L@listserv.utoronto.ca
Sent: Monday, October 31, 2005 6:38 PM
Subject: failure
failure
another in the final series of sped-up surfers off a California
beach from
found webcam images.
i want the summer of my life
[no subject]
Nano I. Clear now No miniscule remorse or infinitesimal decay Not splintered by sunlight Devoid of tubes and dots Plundering mathematics This map of science We navigate from Looking smaller and smaller For our answers As if there is a point Where we will either Disappear Or understand II. No sunlight tubes As if our not is smaller And our infinitesimal answers To navigate this decaying map of smaller As if we were dots ourselves Or the clearest Plunderings Disappear Microscopically splintered We were mathematics For there this either understands Or devoid of remorse Looking here and point towards science Peter Ciccariello Providence, RI 24 October 2005 WRITING: http://poemsfromprovidence.blogspot.com/ ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Re: her driver
Beautiful. That settles it. I'm a real fan. -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Sat, 22 Oct 2005 23:35:32 -0700 Subject: her driver her driver stood a little bit away now autumn trespasses on the young place from others where a moment grows into a life close to where her stone would be having been loved though mainly having loved and looked down at moist flowers some lives reside within our breath looked at the patch of grass some moments will be lived again looked at other stones the tangible replenishing goes mute looked away from all the quiet always enough to go around she told me her best friends each is the same repeatedly would be forgotten as one another sheila e. murphy
Re: on having the tenacity to over-reach my margins
This one really hits the mark for me Sheila...it's simply loaded with little gems! -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tue, 18 Oct 2005 09:40:30 -0700 Subject: on having the tenacity to over-reach my margins benefits glengarry themselves beamward I'm occasionally sliced from corded life so was she ever really there and if now is the anchor how is stippling supposed to decorate the maze of jeer I cannot occupy I cannot bear to wean myself despite the substitute despite impersonating younger self despite no spite with warming feathering my psyche's permanently in-condition strategy innate as perfumed summer when the lake haze modifies exquisite pungent sun upon my already warm to lifelong back where spine meets my beside-ways twin in life each night sheila e. murphy
Threatening the gulf in all of us
Threatening the gulf in all of us http://tinyurl.com/7npo7 -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Re: late signal
So raw. It has a silent unrelenting rhythm to it. Very powerfully felt. -Peter Ciccariello -Original Message- From: Allen Bramhall [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Wed, 21 Sep 2005 17:34:30 -0400 Subject: late signal Dear nobody left, I put my father into the ambulance, when it was time for him to. He was not going to rehab. He came home carried only by not his own. He no longer ate or drank. He was not getting better hospital. Returning home did his returning. home was tremendous tension to see, the house committed his death. We were worn there when he was put into. Two kind ambulance drivers do not revive notice. Lifted into the ambulance after his birthday, he was giving away. I was giving him, too. The task was left to make me.
Re: codon 13 / animated gif
Excellent! -Peter ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: lanny quarles [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 22:33:27 -0700 Subject: codon 13 / animated gif codon 13 / animated gif http://www.hevanet.com/solipsis/desktopcollage/codon13.gif
Image Poem
The moment I opened the door, I realized that something hideous had occurred... http://photos1.blogger.com/img/2/1002/1024/The-moment-I-opened-the-doo.jp g -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Re: I Might Study
Marvelous! I would love to study this one also. I might study my way back to incubation where I ventured with my thinking out of the enclosure that divided us Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Fri, 9 Sep 2005 22:54:57 -0700 Subject: I Might Study I might study hemdrop to the floor I might study ambience as tidy as I seem I might study baby grands I might study pale tempura I might study the tripartite tendrils of the graphite I might study homolinguafranca in spare time I do not own I might study tithing and its impact on restorative justice I might study centers of a self-declared intransigence I might study cool tubes from which harmony is swayed I might study boycotts of the vortices I might study vitamin B shots I might study women's names that start with H I might study the phenomenon of you-understood I might study retrographia I might study double-paned divisions between neighbors I might study film left under glass I might study pseudo-non-conformity I might study the recessive traits in players of trombones I might study the behaviors of unlabeled integers I might study my way back to incubation where I ventured with my thinking out of the enclosure that divided us I might study towns with figure eights in them I might study the effects of chilly springs on tepid forearms I might study crossing the almighty midline as a hobby I might study ligaments and why mine are so plain I might study contraindications of these droplets found alive and well in signal corps I might study Corpus Christi teams inquiring why the dimensions of the city have been slow to shift I might study correspondence and the fixity on chambers where your honor fades into a sheaf of meaning she intends to change from all predictive paths sheila e. murphy
Re: thUsaur-us
Love this Lanny! strange faunistical contortions could only be as freshest pollen to a bee -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Lanny Quarles [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Sat, 10 Sep 2005 02:32:32 -0700 Subject: thUsaur-us bright lethal tronour whose sacks and bales lift with the colour of tempting trompilles muggeted with the Æneis of skirmishing tymbers loose now your froligozone fromple-spawn whose frundling halvundeles bury any so called sockdolager measure in the giddy if necessary spectrum where the cosmos simply spelled is tilgiddire and a bit nervous for nooses said pluracie by the hæmads of a singular patterning and went spurlos versenkt as they say leaving only the hinnible puncta of a deeshy sweemish leavening whose cantilevered bonnet must swell with the pouant remains of some pouch-penny rumblegarie rumbullion roundheads of barbados give me your cagastrical calico for where the simplest grid computes a fine gold tonsil for the steely swimmers whose murk is mirth there the opulent fountain of cabbage-craft springs baffling choirs of plotzed bagasse-coughing plumbators of lithargy's vorticiform imprimatur vortiginous buskboard of xenozooidical hinklings come hither into my buskinade of tallow rooted sandallings and see the berry-bearded horn-blower with its leathern ogre fork shiny with faulxes whose strange faunistical contortions could only be as freshest pollen to a bee trapped under phasitronic bandages innocently rooting for phassachate and druidical larva whose caustic yet bibliognostic smeerwortel inaugurates a vowgard emblement of putredinous thUsaur-us
Re: Strange signs are pulled away in a series of incentives.
This one seems to work very well Lawrence. I don't quite know why, but it has a moving power to it. Especially the last stanza. -Peter Ciccariello -Original Message- From: Lawrence Upton [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Mon, 5 Sep 2005 14:35:41 +0100 Subject: Strange signs are pulled away in a series of incentives. See this. Men, with tiny love, are drinking. They are observant. How beautiful is this? It is very beautiful. Strange signs are pulled away in a series of incentives. The arrogant ones, used to extensive feeling, build multi-storey suspicions, surrounding almost every speech with speedy hostilities. The miserable ones sit quietly, watching, in a brightness, aware that they are being watched. Both types, and there are others, teach themselves good stories which they have made up themselves, imploring they know not whom, as if in prayer. They sometimes raise their inner voices as they hurry down fearful corridors. They look at their watches in moods of admitted defeat. Surveillance is mucky. The rattle of windows can alter intelligence reports in almost every detail. It is inevitable, given the smell of the selected targets. They are beautiful because of their social emptiness. They are beautiful because few think anything. Each can be whatever you want. What would you like to do to them?
Re: Multeity, Codons
Nice again Lanny. Somehow it reminds me of Slavic/Russian? -PeterARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message-From: Lanny Quarles [EMAIL PROTECTED]To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CASent: Sat, 27 Aug 2005 00:55:12 -0700Subject: Multeity, Codons Multeity, Codonshttp://www.hevanet.com/solipsis/desktopcollage/codons/4sm.jpghttp://www.hevanet.com/solipsis/desktopcollage/codons/5sm.jpg
Re: multeity codons
Excellent Lanny. Visual cacophony! -PeterARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message-From: Lanny Quarles [EMAIL PROTECTED]To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CASent: Thu, 25 Aug 2005 12:01:00 -0700Subject: multeity codons http://www.hevanet.com/solipsis/desktopcollage/codons/2.jpg (119k)http://www.hevanet.com/solipsis/desktopcollage/codons/3sm.jpg (141k)http://www.hevanet.com/solipsis/desktopcollage/codons/3.jpg (800k)
Re: my work is no longer valid
Wonderful Alan. -i wouldn't even wait if i were you- -Peter Ciccariello -Original Message-From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED]To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CASent: Wed, 24 Aug 2005 18:48:22 -0400Subject: my work is no longer valid "i've always wanted to make an experimental movie."i've run out of ideas."this is already 24 megabytes and i've been reducing."it's an experimental movie."it owes everything to joseph cornell."it's about the forces of nature and industry."everything i've seen is exactly like it."it's an experimental movie.heartlandexperimentalmovieour innermost beingmurmur of purring machinesconstant sleepiness in the hollow waiting for our demisebeings before us, beings after usour sense of being, equivalent to being,would a bee or a hummingbird, Heidegger, Daseinthese are not idle questionshttp://www.asondheim.org/h! eartlandexperimentalmovie.mp4i've always wanted to make an experimental movienow in the heart of the heartland, why not?for these are empires in the making, all of themand we won't be here much longeri wouldn't even wait if i were you_
Re: FOUND PHOTOS 2005
Fascinating archeology. -Peter CiccarielloARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message-From: mwp mpalmer@LMI.NETTo: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CASent: Fri, 5 Aug 2005 11:31:22 -0700Subject: FOUND PHOTOS 2005 FOUND PHOTOS 2005Selected from an abandoned photo album found in 2005 along the train tracks in Albany, CA. The photos in the album were heavily soiled, scratched, faded, waterlogged, sun-damaged, nature-infiltrated, etc. The content of the photos appeared to be that of a dog show. I performed some cropping and minimal digital processing on the photos, mainly to enhance what was already there.I?ve made high-quality prints from these works, which range from 8x10? to 12x18?. The original size for all photos was 3x5?.http://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/ALB/Alb01.jpghttp://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/ALB/Alb02.jpghttp://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/ALB/Alb03.jpghttp://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/ALB/Alb04.jpghttp://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/ALB/Alb05.jpghttp://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/ALB/Alb06.jpghttp://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/ALB/Alb07.jpghttp://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/ALB/Alb08.jpghttp://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/ALB/Alb09.jpg! sp;http://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/ALB/Alb10.jpghttp://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/ALB/Alb11.jpghttp://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/ALB/Alb12.jpghttp://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/ALB/Alb13.jpghttp://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/ALB/Alb14.jpghttp://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/ALB/Alb15.jpghttp://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/ALB/Alb16.jpgmwp
Re: [webartery] State of new media from strawberry fields forever -
Joel said: "With all the science and technology, more peoplefeel disconnected, and thus are becoming neurotically attached to cellphones, to constant conversation, to constant entertainment, to being intouch with everyone but themselves." Fine thought Joel, I am reminded of ATT's "Reach out and touch someone"" and the desperate, and sometimes tragic rush to cybersex, online chat rooms, matching services, etc. -Peter CiccarielloARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ "dat's me!--de new dat's moiderin' de old! I'm de ting in coal dat makes it boin"- The Hairy Ape, by Eugene O'Neill ___-Original Message-From: Joel Weishaus [EMAIL PROTECTED]To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CASent: Mon, 18 Jul 2005 08:36:47 -0700Subject: Fw: [webartery] State of new media from strawberry fields forever - - Original Message - From: "Joel Weishaus" [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Monday, July 18, 2005 8:22 AM Subject: Re: [webartery] State of new media from strawberry fields forever - Alan: This must be answered, and not just by me, as it touches on so much of what I, and I guess others who work almost exclusively in the digital, have thought and think about. Let's start at a signpost, this one being the Paleolithic caves. Did the people who painted these caves think their work would last forever? I doubt that they even thought about it, or had a concept of longevity. They followed their spirit and did what they had to do. We think on a different time-scale, but we still follow our spirit and do what we have to do. The future of the internet will have to take care of itself. I suspect it will go on expanding, getting faster, more prevalent in the average person's life. Our work, then, will be considered pioneering. What we say and make will be annotated into a history of the medium. I don't follow the mass media, corporate concerns, or even the Art World--I have no idea anymore what's being written in Art in America or Artforum, et al., because when I did I found that there's nothing happening there, that what's interesting is happening here. As for contributions, who knows? At least we're not part of the political rabble or what these days passes for journalism--talk about entertainers! Our work is to tend the Promethean Fire, and I think we are doing it with distinction, We are honoring the artists who came before us, not by bidding on their paintings, but by, as they did, biting on the Gordian Knot. Nor do I think science is more important to the future of the species than is our work. Like art, science is a journey with no end; while technology is more often applied to war and profiteering than to anything the species really needs. No wonder so many people are running to churches, to another generation of evangelists who rip-off their pocketbooks while they're looking upwards to Jesus.With all the science and technology, more people feel disconnected, and thus are becoming neurotically attached to cell phones, to constant conversation, to constant entertainment, to being in touch with everyone but themselves. As for wars, they should be ignored, in the sense of the old _expression_, "What if someone gave a war and nobody came?" Let the politicians deceive people into thinking they are serving their country by killing others, because we're no going to be able to stop it. All we can do is, as I said, tend the Promethean Fire and continue to bite on the Gordian Knot. -Joel - Original Message - From: "Alan Sondheim" [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Sunday, July 17, 2005 8:17 PM Subject: [webartery] State of new media from strawberry fields forever - State of new media from strawberry fields forever - The work I'm doing isn't much different from the work you're doing. It will disappear when the net goes down or when it's no longer tended. Nobody tends things forever. It's amazingly ephemeral; there's nothing to it; it's stillborn, passed in email or on a website, that's all. It's not as if we're contributing to the well-being of humanity; the idea that art makes any sort of social or political difference is long outmoded, repeatedly proven wrong. We're not even making paintings which have a modicum of a chance of survival, 'being as how' they're concrete, inert, almost idiotic things (in the sense of Rosset or Sartre). Certainly we haven't made any contribution to physical theory or the sciences in general, and our work is rarely entertaining. At our performances and readings, only the rest of us show up. The 'culture' such as it is, follows mass media, corporate distribution systems, subtended radicalities; the best one hopes for is museum sponsorship. We've saved no one's lives through our art - turn the machine off, and we're pretty much done for. We engage in outmoded theories, bouncing one theorist off another, as if any of it mattered in the universe at large. We work
Re: [webartery] State of new media from strawberry fields forever -
My apologies, bad choice of words. -Peter -Original Message-From: mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED]To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CASent: Mon, 18 Jul 2005 11:32:23 -0500Subject: Re: [webartery] State of new media from strawberry fields forever - As someone who met my partner online I can assure you that for many it is neither desperate or tragic... On Jul 18, 2005, at 11:27 AM, Peter Ciccariello wrote: Fine thought Joel, I am reminded of ATT's "Reach out and touch someone"" and the desperate, and sometimes tragic rush to cybersex, online chat rooms, matching services, etc.
Re: In lieu of book or interview - a summing-up:
Fascinating Alan. -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message-From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED]To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CASent: Sat, 16 Jul 2005 15:00:34 -0400Subject: In lieu of book or interview - a summing-up: In lieu of book or interview - a summing-up:My work deals with the relationship of consciousness to the worldvis-a-vis the mediation of problematic and 'dirty' symbolic domains.My work deals with the wonder of the world as new bandwidths, vistas,histories and geographies, are made available.My work deals with the problems of foundations, Absolute, primordial,originary, in terms of debris and scattering.My work is a continuous dialog, itself scattered among distributions.My work evades biography, diary, autobiography, the anecdotal, whilstplunging into the simulacra of personal narratives.My work exceeds itself, resonates with itself, with others; the othersinhabit my work which curls around fictivity.My work ! is my obsession, to an unhealthy degree; however, when filled withdespair, there are moments of exaltation as distant shores are glimpsed.My work is fearful of being found out; it is worried close to death.My work is a stripping away of irrelevance; my back to the wall, I inhabitthe world.My work is a constant meditation on the world, on its diffuseness, itsencapsulations, circumlocutions, circumscriptions.My work has pretensions towards the philosophical and the scientific; Istrip my work away from my work as well.My work touches language, body, and sexuality, all in relation of an inertreal.My work insists on the fragility of the good, of stasis, of permanence; itembraces the plasma, is swallowed by holocaust, dissolves in detritus.My work covers the same ground repeatedly.! bsp;My work is simultaneously excess and denudation, art ifice and naturaldeployment, ornament and structure, text and subtext, suture and wound.My work is simultaneously hypothesis and hypothetical, a proffering orwager.My work inscribes my work, deconstructing inscription and the wallssurrounding the Torah.My work hedges and devours death; I work furiously, death will allow eventhis and one other final flourish.My work penetrates to the state of inversion; what is negative, ispositive, and what is positive, negative.My work is based on the fissure, not the inscription; it is based onsubstance, not dyad, on ruptured continuities, not positives andnegatives.My work is a collapsed ecstatic; my work is a collapsed aesthetic.My work presses the systemic until it breaks; my work is a broken work,construing breakage, ir! ruption of subtext into text, symbolic intosubtext, substance into symbolic; my work breaks the inscriptive chainitself.My work carries equivalence across media, genidentity across protocols andvirtualities, sexualities across avatars and bodies, politics into theflesh-heart and ideological strangulation.My work is discontinuous on the surface, tending towards stylisticextremes.My work explores epistemologically and ontologically shifted bandwidths;my work brings the uttermost into the vicinity.My work explores the desperate exigencies of the flesh, the shock-tacticsof annihilation-creation, the degeneration of generators.My work tends towards the unaccountable, the unaccounted-for; my workemphasizes the inconceivable.My work inhabits originary past and indeterminate future, lo! cating theplasma at the former, and the final outpost of sub stance at the latter.My work runs from wavelengths universe-spanning to particle wave-lengths,listening everywhere; my work is a reporting from the limits.My work inhales information-annihilation, being-annihilation, its ownabsence and every other.My work inflates, exhausts; I have a desperate relation to my work; I tendmy work in the meager hopes of its survival beyond me.My work is its own; my work is centered in the dissipated locus of thehistories of the self; my work is beyond my work.My work occurs within non-aristotelian logics, within logics of non-distributivity; my work occurs within dusts and radiations; my work existsin relation to the death of the symbolic.My work decodes my work; my work brings the code of work, the code oflabor, to the surface.My work is! codework, operational research for the flesh; my work abjuresabsolute frameworks, definitive infinities.My work explores the inaccessibly high-finite, the inaccessibly low-finite, numeric flux dissolution into physical-material real.My work is the future of philosophy, the future of intellectual work, ofthe propriety of the intellectual; my work is the afterthought of thepast, the afterthought of the future, the thought of thought and itsdraining.'My work' or 'my work' but one may say '*' in lieu of the phrase; my workis a place-holder, shifter.My work is neither this nor that; my work is not both this or that; mywork is vulnerable.My work is analog-stumble, digital clarification; the real is inescapableand production
Re: query re: cheap web-hosting
Alan, I don?t know what you mean by cheap. http://win2000hoster.com/ $3.95/month http://godaddy.comfrom $3.95/month New Domains - $8.95 per year. I use both. Never a problem. -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message-From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED]To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CASent: Tue, 5 Jul 2005 12:23:07 -0400Subject: query re: cheap web-hosting Hi -If anyone can recommend a cheap web-host, please let me know; I'd like tohear from someone actually using a company (i.e. the experience of itetc.)Thanks, Alan
Re: causative salutation
I enoyed this Joel, Thanks. -Peter CiccarielloARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ - Original Message - Subject: causative salutation In a rainforest, young love, a restless dictation, swelters of words. These words, transcribed or conscripted, realize something in action. The action takes place sailing. Rivers inhale. the boat stutters in phrases of indignant rapprochement. Clearly a season begins. The people of Tangier have set limits. We read the news even now. Potency exhausts after all. posing for pictures at the end of Massachusetts, relying on something virtuous in saying so. Or backing up just to assert that fraction. A town at the end of Massachusetts, looking over to Tangier, desperate to be in place. The news of place then returns. Tired people in spirit detach possible inflictions from conflict. Wise cats and dogs roll into curves. The rainforest is have or enough. distance causes evaluation. Soon a tunnel thru to the heart of something else, which will ring Appalachian door harps. Spots on the sun as testaments for extra centuries. Looming over these messages the quality of mirage. the holiday isn't real.
Re: causative salutation
I didn't know that. I enjoyed it anyway. -Peter -Original Message-From: Joel Weishaus [EMAIL PROTECTED]To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CASent: Mon, 4 Jul 2005 14:22:34 -0700Subject: Re: causative salutation Peter: This is by Allen Bramhall. Just want to make sure you know this. -Joel - Original Message - From: Peter Ciccariello To: WRYTING-L@listserv.utoronto.ca Sent: Monday, July 04, 2005 12:17 PM Subject: Re: causative salutation I enjoyed this Joel, Thanks. -Peter CiccarielloARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ - Original Message - Subject: causative salutation In a rainforest, young love, a restless dictation, swelters of words. These words, transcribed or conscripted, realize something in action. The action takes place sailing. Rivers inhale. the boat stutters in phrases of indignant rapprochement. Clearly a season begins. The people of Tangier have set limits. We read the news even now. Potency exhausts after all. posing for pictures at the end of Massachusetts, relying on something virtuous in saying so. Or backing up just to assert that fraction. A town at the end of Massachusetts, looking over to Tangier, desperate to be in place. The news of place then returns. Tired people in spirit detach possible inflictions from conflict. Wise cats and dogs roll into curves. The rainforest is have or enough. distance causes evaluation. Soon a tunnel thru to the heart of something else, which will ring Appalachian door harps. Spots on the sun as testaments for extra centuries. Looming over these messages the quality of mirage. the holiday isn't real.
Re: Gregori Maiofis
Truly fascinating work. Thanks for the link. -Peter CiccarielloARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message-From: Joel Weishaus [EMAIL PROTECTED]To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CASent: Tue, 14 Jun 2005 09:50:53 -0700Subject: Fw: Gregori Maiofis - Original Message - From: "Greg Ulmer" [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Tuesday, June 14, 2005 6:21 AM Subject: Gregori Maiofis I received a post from an art critic doing a review of an exhibition of the work of Gregori Maiofis. The critic said that during an interview Maiofis said that Applied Grammatology had been an inspiration for some of his work. Asked to comment, I checked out the Website and filed the following paragraphs. fyi glue * Gregory Ulmer * web.nwe.ufl.edu/~gulmer University of Florida -- Forwarded message -- reviewing www.maiofis-wba.com/web/index.htm >From a grammatological perspective, the art of Gregori Maiofis contributes to the tradition of the search for a universal language, perhaps commenting in general on the ruins or fragmentary survivals of this tradition. The basis for this reading of the oeuvre is the Tarot series, which serves as a key for the other works. Condensing most if not all of the wisdom epistemologies of Western civilization, Tarot in its popular spiritualist form is a remnant of the dream of a perfect language that motivated humanistic thought from Plato to Leibniz. In the eighteenth century this tradition lost credibility and went underground, or was pushed to the margins of culture by the rise of empirical science. The relevance of this tradition for today is what may be learned regarding the capacity of graphic imaging to produce a category system--a metaphysics--that does for digital media what Greek ontology did for alphabetic writing. The prototype for an image metaphysics during the Renaissance was the Egyptian hieroglyph; during the Baroque era it was the Chinese ideogram. However mistaken the understanding of these writing systems may have been, in both cases the result was a major innovation in arts practices (the emblem books, and vorticism, for example). Maiofis's series represent an exploration of atmospheres and moods evoked by image sequences, without the security of a cosmology. We are separated from the star, as Blanchot said in defining this era of dis-aster. Despite the superannuation of cosmology in contemporary knowledge, the astrological categories appropriated by Western wisdom traditions retain their categorical power. The Tarot anchor suggests the potential of an image to locate an archetype in contemporary collective memory, in the absence of any consensus. Maiofis's series are "archeological" in Foucault's sense--an archeology of image knowledge, suggesting the parameters of possible signification. The artists' role, in these conditions that Lyotard called the differend, is to invent new genres, new rules of linking from one node or sign to another, transversally, to map a potential network of relationships from which may emerge an unanticiapted coherence (what Ezra Pound called a vortex). This experiment in invention of genres is well underway in the career of Gregori Maiofis.
Re: observe white tulip interfering with the lush grass
This is very beautiful Sheila. I enjoyed it, especially the a cappella of it. -Peter CiccarielloARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message-From: Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED]To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CASent: Sat, 11 Jun 2005 22:55:54 -0700Subject: observe white tulip interfering with the lush grass I had thought we were alone. along came history to intercede. I had a novel in my backpack. several stones. one walks a cappella. one trains one's chosen . . . all across the minuet are starlings. to reduce the impact of moist fractals on this light. sentence upon semaphore. for now the leaflet's closed to visitors. the auditors are due. remind me what we're here to talk about. the wind's replete with atmosphere. several springtime friends go home. the hose is on and flowers in the back are tall. did I mention it is morning? sacrifice occurs in present tense amid the city sprawl. sheila e. murphy
Re: breenga.mp3
Wild Alan! Sort of Israel Kamakawiwo'ole meets Sun Ra. -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/PHOTOGRAPHS - http://uncommonvision.blogspot.com/ -Original Message-From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED]To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CASent: Tue, 7 Jun 2005 10:55:51 -0400Subject: breenga.mp3 solo acoustic guitar (slight chorus added)guitar: unidentified parlor guitar from 1890=1910 (I figure). the actionis somewhat poor, since the guitar was modified somewhere along the line -the original bridge and tailpiece were replaced with a peg-bridge thathas pulled on the spruce top. although the instrument is difficult toplay, the sound is beautiful.this is based on a very short pentatonic riff which devolves into parallelfifths, augmented chords, and a number of major unadulterated chords. nopicks were used.i'm very happy with this piece, which is one of my best.- alanhttp://www.asondheim.org/breenga.mp3
Re: only the good die young
Wow Alan! -Peter CiccarielloARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/PHOTOGRAPHS - http://uncommonvision.blogspot.com/ -Original Message-From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED]To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CASent: Sat, 28 May 2005 10:01:57 -0400Subject: only the good die young only the good die youngthe bad are left to grow old and roti am rottingold people should be killedthey're in the waythey're uselesstheir flesh tastes badthey're shapeless skin and bonesor layers of ugly fattheir minds are deadtheir minds are waitingfor their bodies to catch upold men are our pastthe young are our futuregrandmothers = carriers of wisdomcart them offcart them all offthey burn fast in the furnacesthe eskimo left them on the icethe jews buried them alivethe christians yoked thembuddhists trample their necksconfucians spit on their altarsthe muslims cut off their headsb! elieve what you wantsomeone cut off their headssomeone trampled themold people have nothing to saytheir ideas are like deSotosthat's a car we all used to drivetake their cars and belongingsdivide them up take them apartmemories are made for crashinglook at the old manpush him down the hillhe can't think when he's fallinghe can't think when he's standingwhen he's standing he's fallinghe's always falling when he's standingi wake up and hope you'll kill mei'm useless and can't think a thoughtor this is the thought i thinkwhen i'm permitted to thinkwhen you've maybe read this fari'll leave this line alone
Re: Eda (
THis really did hit the mark Alan. -Peter C. ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/PHOTOGRAPHS - http://uncommonvision.blogspot.com/ -Original Message-From: Janice Maxwell [EMAIL PROTECTED]To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CASent: Sun, 8 May 2005 06:46:40 +0800Subject: Re: Eda ( good work! glad to be on this list. - Original Message - From: "Alan Sondheim" [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Subject: Eda ( Date: Sat, 7 May 2005 16:55:46 -0400 (for Murat) Eda I wander up and down in my father's caravan. The camels are old they are laden with wine and cloth And the ground yes the ground is stony and hard to traverse The camels move and I I work back across the limits from one end to the other covering double the distance perhaps Perhaps covering half or now a slow wave my father's caravan and I walking the route of the stony ground ""Ankara is a wife, Istanbul a mistress"" (Murat) that is to say Ankara geveret Istanbul ishano that is incorrect, it means nothing in no languageI walk back against the dark order of forgotten language the camels gamal they are walking the cliffs Between them there is a woman Among them a woman More and more is forgotten the brass knivessomething for food jewels pale before her It is an illness this mind going quickly I will beg of the doctor I will say hasten my death faster than this this forgetting I will cease walking after all it is only one an end to the other ===
Re: Providence
Alan,
is that the the John Hay Libraryat Brown?
-Peter C.
ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/PHOTOGRAPHS - http://uncommonvision.blogspot.com/
-Original Message-From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED]To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CASent: Thu, 5 May 2005 15:36:42 -0400Subject: Re: Providence
...part of which was shot in Providence, at the old Brown University(octagonal) library, always a prefiguring/configuration red-brickedbuilding I'd pass I'd would on the way home from another dreary gradschool dai alanOn Thu, 5 May 2005, lquarles wrote: "sod the moon- there's no poetry there anymore {uhnn} nothing but a stabbing pain right up the bowells and another stinger coming right down the spine to meet the one from the backside out there in the icy universe there's nothing" excerpted from John Gielgud's Clive Langham in Alain Resnais' film&!
gt; _Providence_. another good one Clive voices is: "now let science soothe the troubled rectum" excellent film.( URLs/DVDs/CDroms/books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt )
