tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726679105349691552024-03-14T00:29:06.932-04:00BoneFarm Of The ObliqueUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-83061992674026296912016-10-13T10:47:00.000-04:002016-10-13T10:47:05.463-04:00World Art Post Commemoration<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-11747364829117142262016-10-12T11:55:00.001-04:002016-10-12T11:55:30.849-04:00FeMailXX Looks Back On HisStory<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBFbaBH5n7Q_X0u5fSc4EnnTlugvxn0Y_6dQjy1kIw-K5k6dkH11GHsIGrhjbs69a_xIYv4uslrjzXi1pMs1-MdY2PEOz2zHxetpMKPwLtt38gTyTtbRrevFjMuQQsb_QgiIgcnCxBlGN/s1600/2016-09-11%25252017.19.08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBFbaBH5n7Q_X0u5fSc4EnnTlugvxn0Y_6dQjy1kIw-K5k6dkH11GHsIGrhjbs69a_xIYv4uslrjzXi1pMs1-MdY2PEOz2zHxetpMKPwLtt38gTyTtbRrevFjMuQQsb_QgiIgcnCxBlGN/s640/2016-09-11%25252017.19.08.jpg"> </a> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-54061636640341873052011-11-01T00:05:00.000-04:002015-12-01T15:01:09.683-05:00Heaven's Test<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: black;"> </span></b><b><i><span style="color: black;">Kisses of Paint </span></i></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"> and</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: #351c75; color: black;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: #351c75; color: black;">violent blue </span></span><span style="background-color: #20124d;"></span></span><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> of gods</span><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"> offer </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"> complete </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">annihilation.</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: black;"> Gleaming and wet</span></b></span></div>
<b><span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"> like tears of glass</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: black;">numb</span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: #93c47d;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;">the body's pain.</span></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: #a64d79; color: cyan; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="background-color: #93c47d; color: black;">At twilight's streaming</span></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: #a64d79; color: cyan; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: cyan; color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"><u><i><span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;">from the tip of a brush</span></i></u></span></b><b><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"><u><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></i></u></span></b><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;"><b>into </b></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;"><b style="color: #0b5394;">a pool </b></span><b style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<b style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"> </span></b><span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black;">OF PIGMENT.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #8e7cc3; color: #a64d79;"></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;">LUSH AND DEEP</span></span><b><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></b></span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">in narcotic rhythm</span></b><b><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;">, </span></span></b><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></b></span></b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: black;"> </span></b></span><br />
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<b style="color: #444444;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">forty lashes</span></b><b style="color: #444444;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"> </span></b><b style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u><i><span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;"> </span></i></u></span></b><b><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"><u><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #444444;"></span></span></i></u></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"><u><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">STAIN </span><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: black;">THE </span><span style="color: black;">FLESH .</span></span></span></span></i></u></span></b><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-720985249679669862011-10-21T21:43:00.000-04:002011-10-21T21:43:01.430-04:00Void explained<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The void: I responded to you that I had an experience of it. That was false, I never have. If it exists, it is a paradox. How can there be nothing, except as vacancy within a border that then becomes something, another object? There is only everything. I will go back to Jung re: void. What I felt in the momentary experience mentioned to you, was not one of void, but of simultaneous expansion and contraction, of timelessness, of everywhere and nowhere, of utter dislocation and merging without borders on a cosmic level. It was IMMENSE. When I sucked it all back in and opened my eyes I was born for the first time, and the millionth time. It was very strange, the immediate sense of "no, I am not you, I am I". And I sensed a deep memory, a first awakening... the eyes, beautiful, stunning, a profound grounding. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-13530583770573658782009-07-12T18:59:00.000-04:002016-08-15T23:41:46.666-04:00Plato<div class="deleteBody"><h2 class="postTitle" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Plato's Bed</h2> <p class="postBody" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119);">Ground<br />The Bog of Mankind<br />I see the human shell<br />Sinking into the humus of historical context<br />Absorbing even the Classical Greek edicts about how 'drapery should reveal the form'<br />The drapery index lost<br />Sinking into the matrix<br />Into which also the body,<br />Decomposed but still somehow sensate<br />Is also in the process<br />Of being organically digested<br />And it is Plato's Forms:<br />No Space<br />No Time<br />Laying hard<br />Beneath the covers</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-6562972604652707502009-05-10T21:18:00.001-04:002009-05-10T21:18:48.336-04:00Collective Thoughts<div style="margin-left: 40px; color: rgb(170, 77, 78); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(188, 111, 149); text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: rgb(169, 74, 118);">Thoughts on collective thoughts</span>:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(147, 99, 134);">Void </span><br />the momentary experience<br /><span style="color: rgb(114, 98, 132);">not void</span><br />but simultaneous<br /><span style="color: rgb(114, 98, 132);">expansion and contraction</span><br />timelessness<br /><span style="color: rgb(147, 99, 134);">everywhere </span><br />nowhere<br /><span style="color: rgb(101, 90, 127);">utter dislocation </span><br />merging<br /><span style="color: rgb(101, 90, 127);">without borders</span><br />cosmic embrace<br /><span style="color: rgb(88, 94, 130);">nighttime</span><br />IMMENSE<br /><span style="color: rgb(114, 98, 132);">distance</span><br />sucked back in<br /><span style="color: rgb(114, 98, 132);">for the first</span><br />nay millionth time<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; margin-left: 40px; color: rgb(170, 77, 78); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(101, 90, 127);">an immediate sense</span><br /></span></div><div style="margin-left: 40px;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(170, 77, 78); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;">of deep memory</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(88, 94, 130); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;">a finial wakening</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(170, 77, 78); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;">the gaze</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(101, 90, 127); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;">so stunning</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(170, 77, 78); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;">the voice</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(101, 90, 127); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;">so beautiful</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(170, 77, 78); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;">the ground</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(101, 90, 127); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;">liquid traces</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(170, 77, 78); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;">of me </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(101, 90, 127); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;">and you</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-35900685536157963382009-04-14T11:24:00.000-04:002009-04-19T09:36:05.003-04:00Covenant<div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Covenant</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em><strong>Bruise colored 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ms;color:#660000;"><em><strong>the </strong></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em><strong>edible house </strong></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em><strong>stood</strong></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em><strong>and shadowed </strong></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em><strong>children </strong></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><em><strong>upon the wife</strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><em><strong>while the maid servant </strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em><strong>watched </strong></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em><strong>roses </strong></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><em><strong>on the edge of rancid</strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em><strong>kiss the </strong></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em><strong>fattening goose</strong></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em><strong>and promised </strong></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em><strong>closure</strong></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em><strong>to the witches plight</strong></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em><strong>that waits in the oven</strong></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em><strong>of a fatherless </strong></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em><strong>night.</strong></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></em></span></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></strong></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-13624638552793737812009-03-25T21:29:00.000-04:002009-03-26T16:13:38.140-04:00Spare Is, as, Spare Does.<p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" ><br /><span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">You let it drop to me. </span><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >You spoke of my confessions...<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >what about yours?<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >Is it the case that</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >you and I share the same tendency<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >to cover our tracks?</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >One born of preterit hope...<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >that what cannot be seen,<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >may not exist...<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >An ultimate presence and absence<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >co-mingled in matrixial night,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >of the darkest matter?</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >You mentioned the horrors of war,<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" > seductive cover-ups...<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >the fashion to obscure the lies<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >and the drapery</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" > of existence failed.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >Your grief,<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >Nuremberg,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >your fathers standards...</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >splinters in your soul...</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" > a trail of sorrows,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" > the lagrima mundi...<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >of your entire life.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >Now the splinters emerge</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >and come to term,<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" > not the first time,<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >but again as specter<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >in the form of paintings<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >as elegant and minimal</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >as any judgmental<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >and discriminating Papa<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >might expect<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >from his exquisitely<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >talented and beautiful<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >daughter,<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >the daughter<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >whom<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >awakens</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" > amongst the ravage</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >of horror<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >and human misery</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >bound in ecstasy.<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >And under the cover of cosmic night<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >you do your Papa proud,<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >your Papa is undone.<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >Meanwhile the sheets are set</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" > and the forms<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >remain clean,<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >aquiline fine,<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >with all the glimmer</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >and spareness</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" > one should want<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >of a woman desired<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >yet chaste.<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >Look Papa!<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >All of it is there!<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >Your daughter has</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >suggested everything,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" > while revealing nothing!<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >She has done it<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >beautifully,<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >tastefully,<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >delicately,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >amid your past<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >and presence<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >which lay<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >concealed<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >by her growing power,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >her frightful bower,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >of intimacy and secrecy.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >Papa is there a groom<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >whom shall marry this bride?<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >Or a seed<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >that shall be spilled upon her?</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >My Lady,<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >To you</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >I will reveal<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >only what is comfortable<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >for you to bare.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >I will spare all</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >or spare nothing.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >Spare is</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >as spare does,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >So shall I be spare</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" >for the sake of thee.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:180%;" ><span style=""><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">You are my ground, </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">the point of my discharge</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">vessel of electric overload,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">virgin ground,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">And to you it is charged</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">to remain pure</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and to remain active</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">even after the light passes through,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and the carnal blood is spilled.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">My lady</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I implore you</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">The sky is alive</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">for the ground to receive.</span><br /></span><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-25209437791568186822009-03-04T11:15:00.000-05:002009-03-04T16:38:44.744-05:00The New World Order Is As Old As The Illuminati' Myth<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I wrote this over a year ago when I realized that we were all staring down the barrel of a shotgun we were forced to purchase so that it could be trained upon us. The time to reprint this has come. Today the criminals have engineered the take-down of GE, not because it is failing, but because the cyber-cash-hosts have sent their hedge-men to tear it up and leave it in scraps so that it can be repurchased cheap and reconstituted into the wealth of the new order. And not a soul is squeaking, not a soul.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Each one of us will need to swim or sink... </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >And Those whom are sucking,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >must cease their gloat. </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Stop eating the boat...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >'cause the bloat wont float.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">And the dead don't vote</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">And the dead don't vote</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br />When excess is rote<br />better climb like a goat<br />For the Dow Jone's quote<br />is gonna sink in the moat.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">And the dead don't vote</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">And the dead don't vote</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >What we're seeing<br />is the result of what we've been wondering about for<br />....YEARS...<br />How can these schmucks drive a new car?<br />when they don't make enuf,<br />far less save enuf,<br />to drive<br />a donkey cart?<br /><br />Well the answer is,<br />they do it with money<br />on loan<br />from the schmucks of<br />Cyber-Cash...<br />the greedy idiots at the banks,<br />who engineer this stuff,<br />and whom have made such a web of stupidity,<br />that it could take down everything...<br />especially now that the little weiners<br />are just quivering in the corners<br />like the rats they are,<br />trying not to lose big,<br />while simultaneously<br />trying not to fix things,<br />because they can't pay the bill,<br />and <span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236183246_0">creative finance</span> can be stretched only so far.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">And the dead don't vote</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">And the dead don't vote</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br />Everybody's gonna pay...<br />and pay and pay.<br />And those who will pay the most,<br />will not be the holy-ghosts<br />nor the cyber-cash-hosts,<br />but the responsible few<br />who didn't over-eat at the banquet,<br />and who have resourcefully saved their assets,<br />only to have them robbed<br />by the pawn-shop<br />who will pay the pawnee<br />to go out and<br />rob some more,<br />so that they can continue<br />on their spree of<br />over-consumption,<br />until we are all consumed.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">And the dead don't vote</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">And the dead don't vote</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">LA LA LA</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Illuminati Welcome You<br />To The New World Orde</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >r</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">And the dead don't vote</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">And the dead don't vote</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-74853779287047268592009-02-24T22:57:00.000-05:002009-02-25T10:10:57.878-05:00PATTERNS OF MATTER<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">PATTERNS OF MATTER</span><br /><br /></div><br />Every moment, every day, we are, in fact, replaced. Cell by cell our constitution is renewed as part of a normal biological process. The atom and molecules that compose our brains right now, are completely different than those that comprised them just a short time ago. The neurons in our brains which persist for a relatively long period of time, are not the neurons we had a mere month before.<br /><br />So I am a completely different set of stuff than I was one month ago. But I still appear and feel remarkably, the same. My matter has changed, yet my pattern persists. Just as the water rushing past the rocks in a stream consists of completely new molecules each nano-second, it’s pattern persists for hours or years. And all we can ask is who are we? Are we matter? Or are we pattern?<br /><br />You, I, we, us, neigh life itself and all the universe is in constant flux, shifting every moment, matter forever renewed, yet forever aging. We are patterns of matter and energy persisting through time. And if we could upload our patterns, and replicate our matter; Could we copy ourselves? And if we could copy ourselves, Would our copies be indistinguishable from our originals? Perhaps; but our copies would not be our originals. They would be replicas living a separate life, as a separate system, that was remarkably like our system. Our originals and replicas would be different bodies in different spaces encountering different events, engendering new chance. They would be us, yet we would not be not be them. Something is always the same, yet something is always different. Flux.<br /><br />Heraclitus, 2500 years past, knew that the fundamental fact of nature is change. It is not being, but becoming that is the sole actuality and eternal destiny for all energy and things. Everything is, and is not simultaneously. All phenomenon are in a state of continuous transition from existence to nonexistence and back. As things are, nothing remains. He stated: 'you cannot step into the same river twice for fresh waters are ever flowing in upon you '.<br /><br />So what is life if reality is merely a succession of transitory states? No matter is permanent, and all things come into being and pass away through strife. This is the universal principal, according to Heraclitus: ...'it is the Thunderbolt that steers all things'. The power of transmutation is the logos of God, the cosmic double. And the world which is the same for all, no one of gods or men has made, but is now and ever shall be eternal change. Energy, not matter, is permanent. And energy is not a thing, but a process. It transforms one substance into another without ever becoming that substance itself.<br /><br />What persists is pattern, which rests, by changing. Even though nature loves to hide, we remain patterns of matter, patterns of substance, and patterns of energy itself. The senses are poor witness as only wisdom can judge. Just as thought is common to all; mind is matter too. And as the one is made up of all things, all things issue from the one.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-21353721171906005712009-02-17T21:53:00.000-05:002009-02-19T15:35:13.802-05:00Goddess Universe-City<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Summon<br />the starchitect<br />to erect the temple<br />in the foremost<br />"goddess" universe-city.<br /><br />Materialization<br />of the<br />matrixial border-space<br />wherein<br />vibrations of the voice<br />guide the<br />traces of the translucent,<br /><br />The one is made up of<br />all things<br />and all things<br />issue from the one.<br /><br />Divinity need not be<br />sought<br />when stopping and looking<br />is enough.<br /><br />If we do not<br />expect<br />the unexpected<br />it shall never be<br />found.<br /><br />Ti's wisdom<br />knows the thought<br />by which<br />all things are steered<br />thru all things.<br /><br />That<br />the world is the same<br />for all<br />no one of gods<br />or man<br />has made.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">ode to Heraclitus<br />and the</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Hin Jew Goddess<br />xo</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-82941347826118094902009-02-08T22:23:00.000-05:002016-08-15T23:42:46.893-04:00Paradise Paradox<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Paradise Lost, Paradox Found:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Fran Bull Riddles with Dark Matter</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Paradise Lost </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">“What you know you cannot see, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">… but you can feel it. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">You’ve felt it your entire life,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">… like a splinter in your brain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Do you know what it is? … “</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">It is the Matrix. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.” </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">(Wachowski Bro Film The Matrix, 1992) .</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">The Matrix …is Dark Matter</span><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">In the Al-Kemi of Khemet (The magic art of Ancient-Egypt) Dark Matter was the Black Materia-Prima of the Nile from which all life came and went. Later forms of Alchemy, including Jungian, say it is the first-matter in the Magnum-Opus, the experiential creation of the philosopher’s stone wherein full consciousness is co-opted into absolute knowing. Throughout history it has been the physical basis of all mysticism and the occult. Out of its darkened void The God of Christians and Jews created the Genesis; and a myriad of other Gods and Goddesses did as well. Modern theories of psyche and mind pay homage to its’ fertile depths. Post Modern Movements from Pop-Goth to Punk, Retro-Sage to New-Age, extol its creative virtues. Finally Science itself whether high-tech or low-brow dares not ignore its’ dark principles.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Paradox Found</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Presently cosmic-physics theorizes at least 80% of the known universe consists of Dark Matter. Invisible and undetectable in and of itself, scientists postulate its existence using measurable and observable phenomena such as the rotational speed and distribution of galaxies, speed and trajectory of light, cosmic radiation background and affects of gravitational lensing, all of which are completely contrary to predictions of dominant Big Bang and Gravitation based theories that fail by their own methods to posit sufficient energy to explain them. Dark Matter, the unseen yet powerfully eminent force is thus believed responsible. As it is now, so it ever was... Dark Matter is the...ultimate paradox to explain paradox, matrix supreme to cosmos extreme, universal womb-tomb for all existence and consciousness. It is a grave riddle Fran Bull knows and explores in her recent 'hybrid' paintings: “Dark Matter”, of which she wrote: its’ "...intriguing presence / absence, with all of its fertile implications and metaphorical possibilities, inspired the title of this series of works on canvas" </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Dark Matter</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Dark Matter, the series is large, some thirty plus pieces, and offers ample insight into Bull's astute and deviously elegant methods of metaphor, as well as her preoccupation with dynamics of figure and ground which she herein extends to a deeper dimension; one tacitly expressive of the dark interface between the cloak of culture and the obscurity of soul. The pieces, mostly square in format, range in size from 12” x 12” to 30” x 30” to 50” x 55” and consist of monochromatically painted muslin fabric that has been dipped in Italian Plaster and laid over none to few small simple forms set atop stretched canvas frames. While at first glance they function as spare low-relief abstractions worthy of minimalism in their reductive quality of parts and matter of fact resistance to content and detail; they are quickly perplexed by a theatrical tension duplicitously entangled in a simultaneously gauche and glamorous play of figure and ground, ground and surface. By this strategy Bull radicalizes her stated influences of Ancient Classical and Renaissance/Baroque painting and sculpture from which in her own words she sees: "the human body.. portrayed as lying hidden beneath ...swaths of fabric...sacred garments of the divine ...whose folds tell their cryptic stories of what lies beneath, and in some cases, of what has transpired as with volcanic ash ...capable of burying whole civilizations." </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> In Bull‘s hands, Greek edicts of how drapery should by movement and distortion reveal the form are revamped, and Romanesque preferences for divine costuming, Platonic Revival and low relief representation are redressed to a contemporary level of craftiness inclusive of consumer ready-mades, cultural commentary and postmodern inside-trading. Under the histrionic, exquisitely painted surfaces of satin white, shimmering rose, metallic bronze, glimmering gold, blood red, creosote black, paste peach and primer matt crenellations of fabric, lay odd objects, eerily inert and disturbingly recognizable as lowly craft items, whose associations with home-spun kitsch subvert presuppositions of high-born art and tasteful understatement. Bull’s collusion of mundane and urbane value systems debases signification in a lubricious currency of skepticism and pleasure that operates as darkly and perniciously above the ground as it does below. Presence begets absence and the viewer seeking solace in definitive meaning finds only a retrograde sensation of ambiguity cast upon a timeless ground of inertia as cold and blind as the contents within. The result is unsettling.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> The dyadic tensions between conceptual and formal oppositions where-in material and metaphysical dissolution and resolution of figure vs. ground are affectively crucified in surface relations of ego-self, culture-soul, day-night, micro-macro, intra-extra create a tension which Carl Jung believed was prerequisite to the emergence of meaning and James Hollis claimed was the terrible embodiment of the divine. Saying one thing through two that are violently opposed is a necessary way of seeing through to reality, James Hillman noted. He conferred with Heraclitus‘s thoughts that ‘the real constitution of each thing is accustomed to hide itself and that to arrive at the basic structure of things we must go into their darkness‘. Thus by separating one thing from another and pitting them even against themselves in a process of phenomenological “bracketing”, Bull ascertains essence through transcendental reduction while her use of an extreme metaphor is a clear sign that hard answers do not exist. And it is only Plato’s forms that remain firm beneath the covers when reality shifts as readily as the greatest concepts forever elude. Stanley Kubrick once said: “No matter how vast the darkness, we must supply our own light”. Ultimately it is through Bull’s lucid eye that we see Dark Matter is not so much a riddle to be solved but a mystery to be lived.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Dark Matter, the paintings and more may be seen at Fran Bull's Site:</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">http://www.franbull.com/home.html</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-59789520837846014532009-02-03T12:11:00.001-05:002009-02-14T23:23:00.648-05:00OBJECT CODE: BUCK_M_FULLER<blockquote></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">#96 #% #96 # </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">OBJECT CODE: </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">BUCK_M_FULLER </span><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> I would like to to introduce an OBJECT, mine in some ways, whom was once a man named Buckminster Fuller, and whom is now a thing, a memory, an idea and a form. IT/HE crossed my mind and a'mused me after having read an exhibit review by Bruce Sterling In ArtForumOnlineMagazine 10Sept08 entitled: "Starting With The Universe". Which, in my less than humble opinion. Yes i</span>t</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">not only starts here, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">ends </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">is here</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">everywhere here</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">all it is </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">all that is </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">what it is </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">what it is... </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">forever.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">And BuckM was inspired by it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> I begin with Sterling’s article which was written in celebration of the exhibit: “Buckminster</span> Fuller: Starting with the Universe” (220 models, videos, photographs, and works on paper and the only extant <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233680897_1">Dymaxion car</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">, a fuel-efficient vehicle designed by Fuller), first installed at </span><span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233680897_2">Whitney Museum of American Art</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">, New York and soon to be installed at the Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago. The article, wills Fuller a 2</span><span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233680897_3">0th century</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> self-created genius, an:</span><br /><blockquote>“American beau ideal, ’60s guru: non-violent, non-ideological, non-revolutionary, drug-free, neatly dressed in a suit, with horn-rims, and close-cropped hair, ...optimistic yet thunderous, can-do yet contrarian, a firm believer in the scientific method, yet questioning received wisdom in ways that seem to offer broad, smooth paths into a radically transformed world.”<br /></blockquote> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">It goes on to say that Fuller should be known and idolized by the 21st century's:</span><br /><blockquote>“one million ranting Internet techno-enthusiasts, muddling disciplinary boundaries with their web-logs and search engines“, whom, he states “If they knew themselves better, ...would surely make a point of knowing him”.</blockquote><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">The author exuberantly points out that this is so because Fuller was a:</span><br /><blockquote>“one-man world-saving machine…a miniature academy: an architect, engineer, designer, physicist, geometer, and poet, whose main occupation was explaining how to operate reality, and who has become ‘the ultimate space-age techno-utopian” who through his “intellectual exploration... had “answers for everything.”</blockquote> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> The claims made for Fuller by this author were so upbeat as to claim he was, what the future wants to be now; or at least what present futurist-types want to be: retro-modernist hu-mechs; </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">bright and civic minded cyber-sapiens who will release the world from the filth of emotional baggage and jettison it space-long into the universal age of solubility capable of dealing with even the toughest mega-dimensional problems. I found these claims so appealing, I decided to do a little more research into Fuller so that I might see for myself how well his character met established canons of </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233680897_4">Modernism</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> and Post-Modernism, as well as </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233680897_5">21st century</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> visions of itself. I of course went to </span><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233680897_6">Wikipedia</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">, my ideal world-co-lab-o-pedia; and I also read a few other online articles to learn that Fuller was indeed as remarkable as Sterling described. He held 28 patents, wrote over 24 books, left 270’ of text in journal entries made nearly every 15 minutes from 1915 to 1983, was a popular professor, lecturer and friend to many artists, was the inventor of the </span><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233680897_7">geodesic dome</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> (now numbering over 500,000 worldwide... though admitedly abysmal living space), and was an acclaimed inventor and creative impresario’ professing ideas such as sustainability and renewable energy, ‘omni-successful education', and "sustenance of all humanity’. He propagated amongst his followers a ’do more with less’ optimistic view of humanity’s future; and he hoped that society might come to define wealth in terms of knowledge while simultaneously developing the “technological ability to protect, nurture, support and accommodate all growth needs of life”. He thought the cultivation of these views made </span><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">“selfishness unnecessary and hence-forth unrationalizable.”</span> </blockquote><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">What I find so charming about Buckminster Fuller, is that he was incredibly creative, hopeful, resilient and industrious in his </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233680897_8">visions of the future</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">; and that he saw himself as:</span><br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">“not a category, …a thing, …noun”, but a “verb, …an evolutionary process, …an integral function of the universe”.</span><br /></blockquote> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">I believe that if Modernism could have at least into the space-age, and better yet into the electronic era, held the strength of its’ 'emotional/irrational pole" (beautifully engendered by Buckminster Fuller) against its’ 'scientific, rational pole', (engendered most brilliantly by Fuller) than the force field generated by the tension between the two, might have projected sufficient power to have repelled the now historical shift to Post-Modernism, from having occurred and placed with its' deadly nihilism and black hearted righteousness, a cold elliptical tombstone at Modernism's head. Perhaps if the force of the tension's field had been strong enough, the soulless, machine -like tendencies inherent in Modernism's mechanistic, hard-selling, over-consumptive indulgence, might have been sublimated so as not to have given rise to Post-Modernism's trademark movements steeped in slick sarcasm, sardonic back-stabbing, desperate deprecation, irresponsible defecation and deadly deconstruction</span>.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Yet, from the contents of the grave there is preterit hope, and it is from the congeries of the past, the future is forged. To look toward a man such as Buckminster Fuller for inspiration is worthy, for he certainly bridged the past and future with genius aptitude for the proclivities and desires of the cybersapien generations of today. Fuller anticipated the humech, self-personafying, cybernauts of the present-future world, whom while longing for mystery and communion with nature and each other, are disembodied by over-abundance and an irreverent lack of honest reflection and humility inherent in post-modern culture. Sterling points out that if today’s retro-modernist </span><br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">"techno geeks knew themselves better, they would be sure to try and know Fuller"</span>. </blockquote> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">I would agree with that and would take it one step further to say in Fuller, their/our better side is the reflection we seek and might cultivate and admire. Fuller was a Neo-Modernist, with all the , honesty, freedom, creativity and responsibility (</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233680897_9">*Joseph Beuys' traits</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"> for healing), as well as the energy, discipline and loving care to be a 21st Century model for Neo-Modernism. He could see and acknowledge short-comings while standing firm in the resolve to contemplate them deeply and act on them courageously. At the same time, he hoped to cultivate and sublimate the urges, preferences, needs and proclivities of the universe's collective and divergent offspring in all its matrixial worldly forms (creatures, forces, objects and ideas). </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Yaay Bucky!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-9957989223207978112009-01-27T09:44:00.000-05:002009-02-26T09:37:35.514-05:00Text Transgression In Pursuit Of Virtual Materialization<span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233067281_1"></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"><blockquote style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233067281_1"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> 69*[(</span> KENNETH GOLDSMITH</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> )]*96</span></span></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">21st Century Practitioner of Text-Transgression<br />In Pursuit of Virtual Materialization.</span><br /></div><br /><p align="left"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">“Modernists came to knowing language better ultimately through deconstruction. I’m more interested in knowing language better the way </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233067281_3">Warhol</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"> was knowing image better, by simply turning the camera on it and letting it run”</span><br /></p><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">( K. Goldsmith: Simon Morris “07 Film: Sucking on Words)</span><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> Kenneth Goldsmith, conceptual artist, writer, poet and originator of </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ubuweb</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> (an online </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">avant</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">-</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">garde</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> treasure trove of video and audio going back to original films of Man Ray, to </span><span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233067281_4">Francis Bacon</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">, to </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ethno</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">-poetics and much more), is true to his words… he lets language run to know it better. Only where Warhol used a camera, Goldsmith uses a word processor. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">While his literary works, like Warhol’s film works are not exactly masterpieces of plot or drama, they are telling nevertheless. And if it is true, as Goldsmith himself proclaims , that he is the most boring artist whom has ever lived, and that he finds a project interesting only if it appears to be nothing more than copying and scribing, his work says plenty about language and its‘ underpinnings. To know what Goldsmith’s work looks/reads like, one need only imagine a daily issue of the New York Times in entirety, stripped of all fonts and headers, transcribed word for word, left to right, top to bottom with absolutely no regard for columns, lines or content separations; and then pasted into a 836 page book called “Day“ with every number, letter and grammatical indicator printed intact, exactly as spatially located on the newsprint. It may not be scintillating, but it sure is interesting.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> Goldsmith wrote Day(2003) from the September 1st 2000 edition of the NY Times, and it may be, as Goldsmith himself believes, the greatest story every told ; an epic masterpiece full of mayhem, mystery, murder, mirth and romance… not to mention science, economics, and every imaginable form of everyday reality. To any critics whom might say about Goldsmith’s work what Capote once said about Kerouac’s: “That’s not writing, it’s typing!”; Goldsmith retorts: “yes, in fact it is writing, because… well, …it’s not baseball!’ </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> Quotidian language is what Goldsmith finds so fascinating in Day, that and the poetic rhythm and cadence of it that when qualified, can be seen as a rather surprising object. This objectification of language by one exercise or another is easily recognizable in all of Goldsmiths works, such as his books previous to Day : </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233067281_5">Fidget</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> and Soliloquy. Fidget (2000), a transcript of the poet's every physical gesture taken over a 13 hour period, suggests to </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233067281_6">Stephen Cain</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> of Wilfred </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Laurier</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> University, that: ‘Goldsmith is engaging with an James Joyce-like attention to day to day minutiae when he records his activities such as masturbating, having breakfast, and walking along the beach. He also deploys Joyce’s use of poetic </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">defamiliarization</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">, by rendering common activities near unrecognizable via Spartan text... for example, drinking coffee becomes: "Arm lifts. Swallow. Arm drops. Swallow. Arm lifts. Arm drops. Eyes move to left." ( </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Caine</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> [19]). Then Soliloquy (2001), in which Goldsmith records his every utterance over an entire week, captures all nuances of idiosyncratic speech, effectively transforming spoken language into physical material, thus as </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Caine</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> believes, expanding on Warhol's A: A Novel (1968) - in which Warhol recorded and transcribed a friend's monologue for 24 hours. Soliloquy, designed to investigate how much a person speaks in an average week (500 pages, or about 5 pounds), is for </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Caine</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> audacious, original and completely consistent as are all Goldsmith’s works. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> Further proof of Goldsmiths undeniable consistency may be found in Traffic (2007), which is a word for word transcription of a 24hr segment of the traffic report on a NYC radio station. Goldsmith credits his inspiration for Traffic to Warhol’s Death and Disaster Series of paintings created by Warhol, after he heard a radio reporter state on the day before a major holiday, that ‘millions of people were going to die that week end. Ultimately however, proof of Goldsmith’s originality and audaciousness is less clear and subject to scrutiny. To see it as Goldsmith himself does, as “…uncreative writing (wherein)…the writing is the idea and the idea is the writing” creates a paradox. But Robert </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Fitterman</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">, poet and professor at NYU seen in Simon Morris’s 2007 film on Goldsmith: ‘Sucking On Words”, says that ’an experimental writing community’ from ’radical to moderate’ would not accept Goldsmith’s work as writing at all‘. He says that the same thing was true of Joyce’s : Ulysses, Kerouac’s: On The Road and Whitman, all of whose works were dismissed as drivel. In </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Fitterman</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">’s view these opinions are meaningless and old fashioned at a time when so much has been written about ‘blurring the boundaries‘. He explains that ‘writings last </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">hoorah</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> to make a modernist attempt to ‘make it new and interesting‘, became boring after 1990, but that Goldsmith’s exercise of post-millennial options such as the use of a computer, (the central invention of our day which also happens to be language based), and the practice of taking large chunks of language and making them his own , are valid and relevant because the “if it is on my computer, then it is mine’ mode of operation is the rule of the day. (</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Fitterman</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> in Morris Film: Sucking on Words 2007).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> Kenneth Goldsmith was born in 1961, to garment industry parents on Long Island and he attended </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">RISD</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> where he majored in sculpture before moving to NYC to engage in a successful career making and selling art objects that made use of language and took several months to construct. When the language became more interesting than the construction, he stopped making the art objects, or sculptures, and began engaging in the language as object, by its own accord. He started to collect and compile examples of “</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233067281_7">Concrete Poetry</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">“, a visually emphasized form of poetry/typography that began in the early 20</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">th</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> Century with Dada and had an active re-emergence with the hippies of the 60‘s. This interest led to Goldsmith’s first book of ‘almost’ concrete poetry titled: 73 Poems(1993), which consisted a series of 79 textual overlays in which groupings of words are printed in bold text, then lighter and lighter text; and then appear to expand and contract before blossoming again to fully recognizable words and phrases that incorporate both "high" and "low" culture such as quotations from T.S. Eliot, Bob Dylan, The Rolling Stones, etc. The quotes are apt reflections of Goldsmith's attraction to the quotidian and they rhythmically end in rhyme while creating a lively interplay of content and humor (…ex: "Gain Weight/ </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Jailbait</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">/ Soul Mate/ Hesitate/ Penetrate/ Watergate". Goldsmith has published 9 books of poetry o date, as well as founding and continuing to be the editor of </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Ubuweb</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> which he has dubbed: “The </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Ephemerid</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> Of The </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Avant</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">-</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Garde</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">“. He lives in NYC with his partner: artist Cheryl </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Donegan</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> and their children. He also teaches Poetics and Poetic Practice at the University of Pennsylvania and is Senior Editor of PENN sound, a radio and audio journal.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> Pollock in 1951 said: “every age must find its’ way”. Goldsmith, whom quotes Brian </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Gyson</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">’s 1959 statement: “writing is 50 years behind painting’, takes finding a way to bring writing up to date, very seriously. He sees the leading poets of the day as the ‘equivalent of </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233067281_8">19<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">th</span> century</span> figurative painters, …whom have no idea that modernism ever happened. He intends his work to be a “direct hit on poetry”, and aims at the materiality and conceptual nature of the word via <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">defamiliarization</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> of normative language structure, through pure run-on tactics. He intends that language be placed into a new container, one that is whole, but that still appreciates the cracks and </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">disjunctiveness</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> of the pieces from which it is formed. By this method, the cadence and rhythm of repetitive language becomes objectified to the status of a material thing which as such makes the invisible being of language, a tangible item to behold. Goldsmith says that ’torn, ripped language was at the center of </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233067281_9">20<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">th</span> Century</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> language writing, and had so thoroughly atomized and pulverized the word, that there was no more work to do. “Why take a grain of sand and chop it up even further? …why not forget about deconstruction and think about reconstruction of language? Put it in a new container. Acknowledge and rebuild the vessel, …look at wholeness and articulation, …at semantic </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">intactness</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Defamiliarize</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> (the) sense of intact language, </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">reframe</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> it, and put it somewhere else (so that it becomes) … a different means of getting at disjunction through wholeness. We don’t need a new sentence, the old sentence </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">reframed</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> is good enough. (Proceed with) … the expertise of a secretary crossed with the attitude of a pirate”. (Goldsmith in Morris’s Film Sucking On Words). </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> Perhaps it is Goldsmith’s academic work that speaks the most loudly about his artistic practice. </span><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233067281_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Wikipedia</span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> purports that his syllabus at the University of Pennsylvania, includes Uncreative Writing, Interventionist Writing, and Writing Through Art and Culture. It notes his class tools as appropriation, theft, stealing, plundering and sampling; as well as cheating, fraud and identity theft. Assuming this information to be accurate, it goes along with another quote from </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Wikipedia</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> that “Goldsmith's practice embraces the performance of the writer as process and plagiarism as content”. Who could argue with that? But what remains most compelling about Goldsmith and his works, his art, his writing and his process is they are seamlessly connected, one and the same thing. He IS his own system as he systematically procures material from all walks of sensible life via sound and language that are made matter, and given equal weight with things, so as to </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">metra</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">-morph into enigmatic visual art that leads a double life in the world of ideas and virtual reality. He is simultaneously post-modern and </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">neo</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">-modern. Goldsmith is a 21st Century Bard-Artist border-linking with the virtual concrete... transgressing common language ground via text performance.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-2403383366779735062009-01-17T21:49:00.000-05:002009-02-26T09:36:37.755-05:00What Remains After The Thought Object Has Been Dismissed?<a id="flag0" class="greyed" href="http://us.mc01g.mail.yahoo.com/mc/showMessage;_ylt=AsXvSsjoiR04UCsE26m4.t9jk70X?pSize=100&sMid=162&fid=ContactFranBull&sort=date&order=down&startMid=100&filterBy=&.rand=1381394921&midIndex=62&mid=1_97293_AF5hxEIAAJKFR02gHwsykXx4Cok&m=1_94689_AGhhxEIAAQVjR1BSHwvC6TuG68Q%2C1_95190_AFxhxEIAAI3YR1AiLAWUgFE62D8%2C1_95710_AF5hxEIAAMzXR1AdZQH4lnhKZgM%2C1_96197_AF5hxEIAANOER07B%2BABAKzTYRRo%2C1_96730_AFphxEIAABZTR03xmA5Ce1vJNcU%2C1_97293_AF5hxEIAAJKFR02gHwsykXx4Cok%2C1_97819_AFxhxEIAAOv4R0zyggcM0n4%2FYYk%2C1_98360_AFxhxEIAANlgR0zv%2FAOymEWHUn8%2C1_98852_AGVhxEIAAFC1R0uZ0ANqlFEwXUo%2C1_99388_AGFhxEIAAJIRR0r7mAjLLUBlQHI%2C1_99887_AFthxEIAAIBVR0pC6AZ0Z04PpU4%2C&hash=0abd27a6f4a84dce70d7cf73632e3b13&.jsrand=3&mcrumb=78QjLb4VD8.&enc=auto&cmd=msg.flag" title="Flag this message"><span class="offscreen">Flag this mess</span></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">\/\/\/\/\/\/ </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">:^v^v ?..<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">(...</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">o50</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">...)</span>..? v^v^:<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/</span></span><br /><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></div><div style="overflow: visible; visibility: visible;" id="message399752786" class="undoreset clearfix"><div class="plainMail"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;">Is art since 1945 nothing more than what remains after</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;">the THOUGHT OBJECT has been dismissed</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"> In 1945, Jackson pollack became heir apparent to</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">MODERNISM's search for "pure art". Jackson achieved</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">from within and without what Malevitch and Kandinsky</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">had tried to do beginning @1920. He reached the pure</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">feeling in art! The truth behind the concepts,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">hidden-objects and things that art had until his</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">breakthrough been limited to representing. Pollock</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">achieved communion with the THOUGHT OBJECT! Now the</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">rest of humanity could too! Modernism having reached</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">its' objective was free to die.. The world entered</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">into an orgy with the THOUGHT OBJECT. Hell, you could</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">have anything in the Fifties... safe sex with a</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">THOUGHT OBJECT; and multiple climax too! Finally</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Rauchenberg came along, looked the 'TO' straight</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">between the eyes and said: 'you can go now, you hold</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">no mystery' (chuckle, chuckle, hiss!). And so it</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">went, maybe to die. We now had nothing left to ponder</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">and only ourselves to search. The multitudes said we</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">have sex, and then we have death in this life; and</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">after safe-sex with a THOUGHT OBJECT, even death holds</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">no mystery. The time of the anti-climax had begun! </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">As John said, the Cage door was left wide-open; we</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">were all free to run... and so we did.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"> POST-MODERNISM, the multiplicity of duplicity,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">the plurality of the Five Stages of Death (Anger,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Denial, Bargaining, Depression, Suicide and</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1232246855_0">Acceptance</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">). There could be no turning back, only we</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">didn't know that then. We still had not reached the</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">stage of acceptance; so we made fresh attempts to cage</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">something, anything. The Sixties were born: sex and</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">drugs and rock and roll - and everything in-between...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"> Then came the Seventies: the last disco in</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Pain-In-The-Ass. Caught with our pants down and our</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">faces dirty. God was dead, art was dead, even Zen was</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">dead. The necrophiliacs vision of the way it was. I</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">think I'll go talk to this dead hare; I'll wrap myself</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">in fat the world is so cold.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"> When the Eighties came around we were really</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">feeling bankrupt; but hey, anything to make a buck</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">right? Let's just make some money, it'll be just like</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">old times - the Fifties. Only now we can have sex</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">above ground. we can even let the homosexuals out of</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">the closet. And in Germany Kiefer can get in touch</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">with his Nazi roots. Why not? So Schnabel went for</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">the power, Koons reached for the gold and </span><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1232246855_1">Madonna</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">became the Ave' Maria of the Anti-Climax. She proudly</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">pronounced herself the Icon of the After-Sex.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"> Finally by the Nineties we come to acceptance. We</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">readily admit there is such a creature as</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Post-Modernism, and that furthermore, it is nothing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">more than Modernism's Tombstone. We have reached</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">critical mass. Science, religion, and philosophy give</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">way to a glut of information and are no longer afraid</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">to admit they have no answers; that maybe the answers</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">don't exist. But the Nineties will not be without a</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">hero. In accepting death, we have earned the right to</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">embrace it. There is one man on this planet who has</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">no fears, shame or doubts that it should be so. That</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">man is Dr. Kevorkian. <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Just remember: you have the</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">right to die.</span><br />(1995)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Vide: ...Where are we now? </span><br /><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-81785996248905229422009-01-14T20:44:00.000-05:002009-02-26T09:35:27.755-05:00What Is The Child's Play Is The Genius' Game<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">_______________________</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">\*/</span> +-=-=-=-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(+)</span>-=-=-=-+ <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">\*/</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">_______________________</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Neutral in overload</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >tuff tuff tuff</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Calm against the currency</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >rough rough rough</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Tried to make a joke</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >can't afford ambition</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Humor spoke</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > of </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">an over-blown condition</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >How can something so simple</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >cause so much pain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >What is the </span><span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231983781_1" >child's play</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > is the genius's game</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >For fear of a vision</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >the risk becomes vain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >In the torque of transition</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >the putrid meets urbane</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">T<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">o make love to a demon</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">to transform like a queer</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">s the key to the riddle</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">t<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">he veil we must tear</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mirrored in darkness</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">o</span>ut of the clear</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mired in mystery</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">t<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">races to bare</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-61014711856574667922009-01-11T22:47:00.000-05:002009-02-26T09:34:31.874-05:00The Best Has Bust<div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="color:#999999;">( </span> <span style="color:#ff9900;">((( </span> ( <^> ) <span style="color:#ff9966;">))) </span> </span><span style="color:#666666;">)</span></div><br /><div> </div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">The best has bust</span></div><br /><div>along a long line a long a long line preceptive progressive precipitous processive abyss of non-present past presence slipping slowly sliding away evidence of time no time what time </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">I bare my soul</span></div><br /><div>selfless soul a droll soul a selfish soul soley human unwound wound up up tight unfit fit to be tied tied to nothing nothing happens everything matters everywhere uncertain certainly nothing nothing matters</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc9933;">In transition</span> </div><br /><div>unfettered unfocused uninformed unfathomed unfurling furling future fathomless future fecal future future fetish future freedom freedom not free freedom from freedom forever forgotten forever formless </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Beauty becoming</div><br /><div>becoming unbounding bounding begotten begotten beholden beholden and broken betrayed and unspoken spoken and spellbound spellbound and spacious</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872667910534969155.post-33826774009526855982009-01-11T22:19:00.000-05:002009-02-26T09:33:48.482-05:00One Hundred Starts To The Dark Matter/./././././././(+)\.\.\\.\.\.\.\.\<br /><br />one hundred starts to the dark matter<br />i wait for the art to ravage the scene<br />they are turning the page on Einstein<br />as Heraclitus struts back in<br /><br />a million volts of energy<br />discharged throughout the strings<br />the ground shall be the matrix<br />for that which steers all things<br /><br />a zillion light years long<br />it streaks across the sky<br />the bolt that burns the heavens<br />the bolt that blinds the eyeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0