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Monday, March 22, 2010

It Feels So Good To Be Part of the Whole


One of my favorites of the films made by Werner Herzog is "Wild Blue Yonder", a sci-fi movie collaged together mainly of NASA video footage and which posits an interesting temporal schemata- itself collaged together, I imagine, from various sources filtered through Herzog's conscious and unconscious parts. 
I'm drawn as well to the director's ideas about "the poetic truth" vs "the accountant's truth", as extolled here, on pg 252 and 253 of "Herzog On Herzog":   
"I wanted to get shots of pilgrims crawling around on the ice trying to catch a glimpse of the lost city, but as there were no pilgrims around I hired two drunks from the next town and put them on the ice.  One of them has his face right on the ice and looks like he is in very deep meditation.  The accountant's truth: he was completely drunk and fell asleep, and we had to wake him at the end of the take....
"It might seem like cheating but it is not.  'Bells from the Deep' is one of the most pronounced examples of what I mean when I say that only through invention and fabrication and staging can you reach a more intense level of truth that cannot otherwise be found....
"We have known for a long time the poet is able to articulate a deep, inherent, mysterious truth better than anyone else.  But for some reason filmmakers- particularly those who deal in the accountant's truth- are unaware of this as they continue trading their out-of-date wares." 
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At the age of perhaps fourteen or fifteen years I encountered the ideas of the Dadas while lurking around in the public library in downtown Belleville Illinois.  Coincidentally, the music of the Boredoms reached my ears at approximately that same short aeon, and I was thrilled indeed to feel instinctually that there is an abiding correlation between the two.  My first zines, created around that same time, were an attempt to do visually what I felt the Boredoms were doing sonically.
 
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excerpts from RED NOTEBOOK, p 12-19:
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In my dream last night I fought a demonic entity, which I either killed with two swords or which transformed into four swords clattering to the ground after which I picked up two of the swords.  In a circle of ash (or thoroughly burnt-up wood or paper) lay or fell a cigarette butt.  It's burnt tobacco end came to resemble a mouth like a bird or reptile beak which spoke in a deep, slow, booming voice.  It was angry I had defeated the demon and mockingly summoned another [demon?] which it called "The Dragon" or "My Dragon".  A humanoid from- maybe both or neither male/female- rose slowly out of the floor.  It's head was reptilian maybe and with tentacles or horns or a writhing combination of both.  Its movements intimated a terrifying speed.  With the two swords in hand I dashed up a flight of concrete stairs to a door, whereupon  The Dragon caught up with me?  Something transpired... either I stabbed the Dragon with one or both swords or I said something to it, perhaps puzzling it long enough for me to escape through the door?
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- Should a veiled portraiture of "Ex. A" participants be installed as part of "Ex. B"?
-(TT)P occurs when the artworks of "Ex. A" and the artworks of "Ex. B" are broken down to their base symbolic components and combined or passed through one another.  The "past" and "future"- or more appropriately "Present Tense A" and "Present Tense B" overlap (?) at the moment of... TRANSMISSION?
TRANSUBSTANTIATION?
THE CHRONO-MAGNETIC PROBABILITY FULCRUM?
-If there is any substance to these ideas, then I have already created the work for both shows.  Both shows have occurred, are occurring, and will occur.  I am creating work for both shows.  I will create work for both shows.
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Two texts loosely memorized- over time the slippage of the brain and memory cause them to meld into various combinations through subsequent recital and improv.
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I don't like the question of whether or not I mean all of this, or if it is a joke, a put on, and/or fictional construction.  In fact the success of the endeavor may depend on obliterating such divisions of thought.  The reality and legitimacy of an idea must be recognized to be as firmly and weightily rooted in concrete SUBSTANCE as that of the brick- or the ostrich.  Let us not hide our heads in the sand of materialist hierarchy.
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Progress feels to be confirming itself, if "machine" can sometimes be defined in an extremely broad sense: as maybe a specific grouping of people each with a different function in the whole;  or something partially constructed but partially enacted- objects and actions existing in a physical or corporeal manner combined with objects and actions existing in psychological or spiritual realms of being.
Traveling in and out of Time may be a correlation of travelling between, or bridging, or recognizing as One* the various modes of existence:
-physical
-mental / emotional
-spiritual
-etc?
*what does this mean?
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"We cannot reach the meaning or higher significance of anything by any unaided logical process, but only by an illumination of the whole personality which lifts it to new basic conceptions... We cannot deal with the world as it is in itself, but only with the world as it is for us... The point which stands out clearly is that the meaning of a thing depends, not on the thing itself, but also on the extent to which one's personality can respond to it... In our view the boundary which restricts our knowledge of the real is ourselves.  It is a subjective boundary."
-GNM Tyrrel, Grades of Significance, 1947
  
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As the works of Ex. A enter the as-yet-unnamed realm between A and B, their less-than-prime aspects fall away.  Only the basic symbolic components remain to be transferred to their reincarnations in Exhibit B.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

SOUL DISCHARGE


Red Notebook, p9:


" I would like to invite a small number of people to view 'Exhibit A': a few friends and aquaintances, and anyone who might have a particular resonance with the work or the process of its manifestational destiny with 'Exhibit B'.  The sensory infusion of the work into these people assigns them specific influence:  they become components in the '(TT)Time Travel (P)Process.'
"Perhaps they become storage units (or batteries) within the metaphysical device.  Or perhaps their 4D geometrical patterns of movement throughout 'Ex. A' can be superimposed to create some sort of runework or sigil-map to follow.  In any event, they become corroborators or accessories to the undertaking.  Perhaps their subsequent presence during 'Ex. B' will enact some sort of chrono-magnetic event, drawing the two shows together in timespace.


'IN THIS CITY THERE ARE A HUNDRED PATHS
TO EACH DESTINATION
AND HUNDREDS MORE
THAT LEAD NOWHERE'
                                              -JWT, 2005


"Care is required here; caution.  Do not draw others into this possible folly unconsentingly.  Maybe this whole process is just playing with words; but maybe something more is happening."


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Red Notebook, p 10:
"To succumb to the illogical terminus of one's mortality; to gaze upon the Void and inhale terror; to weild the blunt pickax of imagination, mining diamonds from the blackness of helpless despair.  To lubricate said diamonds with the plasmic residue of willful engagement. To swallow Mystery."


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Red Notebook, p 11-A:


" I fear my resolve may be floundering: where [when] is this thought process leading me?

"These things are good, and may lead to further illuminations:
-eating fish, especially in the morning.  This will lead to greater stamina and psychological insight

- the music of the Boredoms. Specifically the albums POP TATARI, SOUL DISCHARGE, and SUPER ROOTS 6.  SR6 in particular contains some tracks that must be counted among the greatest achievements of human creativity in the 20th Century.

-ridding myself of my possessions.  I must reduce the residual objects of my past to create an open field in which to cultivate new ideas. 

-preliminary experiments. start with this: Ride in a car along a predetermined stretch of road or highway, at a set speed (say 60mph). record the sounds of the journey: conversation, road noises, etc.  Time the trip.  Then make the same journey at a faster or slower speed, replaying the soundtrack from the first time."


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Red Notebook, p 11-B:

"'It belongs to the process.'
   
    'Process vegetative.'"

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

HOW?


RED NOTEBOOK p 8

"How?

Intuitive process?
The comingling of 
poetic and analytic 
truths?A ranting 
and sometimes still 
voice improvising 
spiritual growths 
upon the taut 
skin of structure 
and inquiring objects?

"Are there particular forms the artwork should take, certain combinations of ideas or materials that might expedite and embody the process?

"The exclusivity of the event 'Exhibit A' may afford it a certain independant existence.  If I put a song on and leave my house, the song is still existing in my home.  The dimensions and durations of the rooms there are altered by the playing of the song.  This is true on a molecular level: the vibrations of sound stir the air and penetrate physically the walls and structure.  And I am altered by knowing the song plays, though I cannot hear it."  

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

exhibit b



RED NOTEBOOK (RN) p 7:
"Maybe in this particular exhibition process, it is not the viewer or creator of the work who travel in time. Maybe the artwork from 'Exhibit A' travels in time, from the 'past' to the 'present' (or from the present tense of 'A' to the present tense of 'B'. We are talking about 'PRESENCE'. Or 'Presents from the prescient PRE-SENSE'. A pluralistic present tense.)
"Unmoored into the free flow of archetypal IDEAE, the prime elements of artworks 'A' may drift and spin throughout the jetties of timespace, dispersing and conglomerating to congeal again against the conceptual netting of 
  ' EXHIBIT B '  "


The above writing presents a rubric of sorts for the process to come, in that it both explains and models a route of inquiry that hopefully leads to the direct and physical realization of the Time Travel Process.

Coming to the TT(P) from a background in the arts (rather than hard sciences) allows me the freedom of invention- I am not bound by the constraints of the scientific method, nor am I buoyed by its assurances.  I am sustained by what Werner Herzog calls the "poetic truth", and I listen to instinct, omen, and the bounties of Chance.  Such being the case, my chosen methods of discovery include wordplay, the sigil, and automatic (or at least improvisational) writing. 
Some examples:
" IN WHICH fragmented arrangements of drawn breath drop with rich plumage upon the Nowspace

  IN WHICH fragmented arrangements of dropped plumage draw richly upon the Nowspace

 IN WHICH fragmented plumage drops upon the Nowspace arrangements richly drawn

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              the moon at noon

             that pale balloon

              approached

                     and offered

                     me a spoon


              thereafter soon

              I took to swoon

              and fell

                     upon

                         a broken rune


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A)       Objects in the dust.  The imperviousness of mannequins.  An unexpected turn.  Doors are Us, broken glass is still glass.  What is the imperviousness of mannequins?  Turtle’s shell, turtle- the-shell.  Naked Amos relax… into this tapestry.  Almost Amos doors become us turtle-the-shell with Usage.  Relax!  Imaginary sounds are still sounds.  Broken glass is still glass.

(Sometimes broad formal criteria are delineated beforehand.  This is something from which meaning can develop.  This is something.)

B)  “Point me in the right duration.” 

 

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  The sun beats down  

      The Earth is a drum

           In rivers of light

               My skin runs

                    Show me the sword

                   Oh Golden Horde

             Show me the way

          The birds still pr-y

                        'Eating flowers in the desert

                        Beautiful flowers in the desert'