Saying Something is looking fantastic at the moment. Just looking at May there is a wonderful array of different art forms and styles. I feel there's something of a unity going on - everyone has different ideas and styles, but there's a kind of oneness where styles and forms are linking.
Thank you everyone for posting :-)
Simon
31 May 2008
Vespers (61)
repeat
pale river
until darkness falls
around soft loam
the night
sounds
familiar
and unknown
receding into pause
when mind alone
refracts untidy
interruptions
past
our speech
a new ontology
small frogs offer
syllables intact
meaning
pale river
until darkness falls
around soft loam
the night
sounds
familiar
and unknown
receding into pause
when mind alone
refracts untidy
interruptions
past
our speech
a new ontology
small frogs offer
syllables intact
meaning
30 May 2008
what about us
Nighttime Reflection
How it happened:
I was inside a hotel room, behind the window. I shot the balcony at a weird angle, catching the curtain from inside in the reflection. It was also raining pretty badly that evening, so that may also help explain this image. That alongside some dirt on the window that can account for the misty look.
Coz we now create da media
Coz we now create da media
we shove emoticize sense
or we employ agents to redirect
intent shun the spurs
I shouldn't read this
I wouldn't if I were you
I probably shouldn't write it
my electronic publisher
rasped by decadent clitoral by-
standers, roaming as art moderne, I should
(realising now as if I should 'ave got it
twice as frank as you)
incensed by the incredible amount of media
not bovvvered whether it good
bad or indifferent i un
sense distance coz
we should have patented the whole
game, call it a new renaissance, we
should be more broad minded and
not so passive or broody
neurosis, psychosis, Alzheimers
OCD, paranoia - I wouldn't worry about this lot
I'd worry about Chicken flu and
sittin' the Sun too long
But I'm far too bloody-minded
for this game of soldiers
Cancer, isolation, illnesses caused by emotions
they bother me more than a
bit of worry by a thing that ain't
gonna happen, duck yes mobile phone
testosterone, see ca va? this is it
the whole fuckin shootin match
on yer interactive telly - you won't
think the same again my friend
these are the texts the re writing
of knowledge thought and its
consekwensez in action. hey!
yoo don't have to believe me
but if i shout a bit
your more likely to turn your head
and listen before some other fucker
gits the limelight, with a dodgy degree
and some time in the spot light
from reading this text here
*poem may need to be read backwards, however this is not necessary, but you may reperceive the meaning/intention if you do. If you prefer, you can read a couple of verses backwards and one forwards. But this isn't the thought-police and you can read it how you like!
we shove emoticize sense
or we employ agents to redirect
intent shun the spurs
I shouldn't read this
I wouldn't if I were you
I probably shouldn't write it
my electronic publisher
rasped by decadent clitoral by-
standers, roaming as art moderne, I should
(realising now as if I should 'ave got it
twice as frank as you)
incensed by the incredible amount of media
not bovvvered whether it good
bad or indifferent i un
sense distance coz
we should have patented the whole
game, call it a new renaissance, we
should be more broad minded and
not so passive or broody
neurosis, psychosis, Alzheimers
OCD, paranoia - I wouldn't worry about this lot
I'd worry about Chicken flu and
sittin' the Sun too long
But I'm far too bloody-minded
for this game of soldiers
Cancer, isolation, illnesses caused by emotions
they bother me more than a
bit of worry by a thing that ain't
gonna happen, duck yes mobile phone
testosterone, see ca va? this is it
the whole fuckin shootin match
on yer interactive telly - you won't
think the same again my friend
these are the texts the re writing
of knowledge thought and its
consekwensez in action. hey!
yoo don't have to believe me
but if i shout a bit
your more likely to turn your head
and listen before some other fucker
gits the limelight, with a dodgy degree
and some time in the spot light
from reading this text here
*poem may need to be read backwards, however this is not necessary, but you may reperceive the meaning/intention if you do. If you prefer, you can read a couple of verses backwards and one forwards. But this isn't the thought-police and you can read it how you like!
25 May 2008
The End of Postmodernism
Hi
I found this wonderful article "The End of Postmodernism" by Dr. W.Large.
This is one of very few articles relating to Postmodernity that have had any positive effect upon me. Most seem to rehash the same (rather anxious) ideas, often concluding that Postmodernity is a kind of pointlessness of everything!! How ridiculous! Admittedly the changes we are going through are profound and occurring very quickly, but they are changes that will lead to societies that will identify with something more cohesive and certain. I love the way Dr. Large points out that "binary opposition" (of thought and categorisation of things/phenomena) is actually becoming redundant and leads to a position where Postmodern articles attack this mode of comprehension, when, to the general public, it is obviously inapt! By doing this, articles on Postmodernity actually continue the (static) position of Postmodernism and, ultimately argue against a Modernism that (like Ecriture) is no longer relevant, except to those that consider it!
Dr. Large also ridicules the idea that Postmodernity is about anything cultural. He describes it as being synonymous with capitalism. There is little doubt that Western societies are becoming more and more capitalist! He also describes it as a continuation of Modernity, rather than a distinct cultural movement. I strongly agree with this. His notes on the arts and capitalism, bring hope to arts practitioners for the future and an explanation of the current over-commercialism of the arts.
Simon
I found this wonderful article "The End of Postmodernism" by Dr. W.Large.
This is one of very few articles relating to Postmodernity that have had any positive effect upon me. Most seem to rehash the same (rather anxious) ideas, often concluding that Postmodernity is a kind of pointlessness of everything!! How ridiculous! Admittedly the changes we are going through are profound and occurring very quickly, but they are changes that will lead to societies that will identify with something more cohesive and certain. I love the way Dr. Large points out that "binary opposition" (of thought and categorisation of things/phenomena) is actually becoming redundant and leads to a position where Postmodern articles attack this mode of comprehension, when, to the general public, it is obviously inapt! By doing this, articles on Postmodernity actually continue the (static) position of Postmodernism and, ultimately argue against a Modernism that (like Ecriture) is no longer relevant, except to those that consider it!
Dr. Large also ridicules the idea that Postmodernity is about anything cultural. He describes it as being synonymous with capitalism. There is little doubt that Western societies are becoming more and more capitalist! He also describes it as a continuation of Modernity, rather than a distinct cultural movement. I strongly agree with this. His notes on the arts and capitalism, bring hope to arts practitioners for the future and an explanation of the current over-commercialism of the arts.
Simon
24 May 2008
Reappearance
Digital art inspired by Undiagnosed Lady by Angela Genusa. Thank you to Miss Boux for allowing me to use her photograph in this picture.
Simon
23 May 2008
18 May 2008
Strange Edit
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by Angela Genusa
Simon
in response to http://www.flickr.com/photos/packageinsertofsorrows/2494088662/
by Angela Genusa
Simon
12 May 2008
Vespers (60)
reason seeps away
languor taps out
code
brackets relax
is night merely
absence of routine
light
silence
not the same
as prayer
evades
timbre
the drift
of a secure
awareness glides
into a higher
ordered quiet
clear
as the few things
that cut through
spaces between
that do not divide
languor taps out
code
brackets relax
is night merely
absence of routine
light
silence
not the same
as prayer
evades
timbre
the drift
of a secure
awareness glides
into a higher
ordered quiet
clear
as the few things
that cut through
spaces between
that do not divide
10 May 2008
1
An art is creating inspiration
the blank page of esoteria.
Narcissus unfolds his lust
for examination
He wonders why now, he
cannot touch his reflection?
If he reflects his reflection
by a waterless prism
maybe his aforementioned flower
would be more pluckable?
*
The camera's eye, the novel
An eye by another's eye
would conquer a whole world of limitations
backed by legislations, the
squeeze and squash could rely
upon an eye for an eye
an automated artist
Spinning fanciful near realities
academic truths
a scuppered soul breathed
into an artificial arene.
*
"chance" "remedy" "malaise" "mechanize" "image"
"daughter" "histoire" emphasize cr ate
imp icit " ember cache r depl y Literature
late p rt Ts lev r ""p] ti he
8bject
ECR676iTuTT&Re ""abso ity fqeiCkred
sacjed
ACDENic sic s ck
"£ "
IO
I need a new art movement
Sappho? Morgan?
the blank page of esoteria.
Narcissus unfolds his lust
for examination
He wonders why now, he
cannot touch his reflection?
If he reflects his reflection
by a waterless prism
maybe his aforementioned flower
would be more pluckable?
*
The camera's eye, the novel
An eye by another's eye
would conquer a whole world of limitations
backed by legislations, the
squeeze and squash could rely
upon an eye for an eye
an automated artist
Spinning fanciful near realities
academic truths
a scuppered soul breathed
into an artificial arene.
*
"chance" "remedy" "malaise" "mechanize" "image"
"daughter" "histoire" emphasize cr ate
imp icit " ember cache r depl y Literature
late p rt Ts lev r ""p] ti he
8bject
ECR676iTuTT&Re ""abso ity fqeiCkred
sacjed
ACDENic sic s ck
"£ "
IO
I need a new art movement
Sappho? Morgan?
I feel his armour rushingthrough tangles of trees
I need a new art movementSappho? Morgan?
I feel his armour rushingthrough tangles of trees
(A big pay cheque would
make my poem a film)
Mordred, son of a sorcerer
and sorceress
Maddened by spells and evil.
He rises when the king is
sick and the land is as barren
as artificiality.
Once we have driven for miles,
when due New York weather
in pepper-clouded English skies
we catch the spell of a rainbow
bold, visible yet, quite impossible.
Before the Sun sets deep red
like in oriental skies
our rainbows appear, momentarily
Orange white and green
As if the "yellow brick road"
lead (by some strange apparition)
East, East and further still!
Vespers (59)
dreams left off mid-breath remain mid-
night
I sentence myself to living home
the what we called the woods
where small animals
and you could hear birds betray their own
unhappiness projected by young
minds at the window
gathered at the double-paned
glass barrier
(let us pray)
the sorting room remained unsorted,
still, the levity attached
itself to shadows
and the wind brought low
each branch
golden were the syllables that lingered
now I have a body that belongs
to my maternal line
my heart is safe by virtue
of its placement amid
branches casting shadows
this small experience rides low
within the psyche
within the psyche are these marks
made by chalk purporting
to be everlasting
glyphs make good on urgency
once splintered into these discrete
thoughts
we repeat ourselves when we have said
precisely nothing
to each other and ourselves
night
I sentence myself to living home
the what we called the woods
where small animals
and you could hear birds betray their own
unhappiness projected by young
minds at the window
gathered at the double-paned
glass barrier
(let us pray)
the sorting room remained unsorted,
still, the levity attached
itself to shadows
and the wind brought low
each branch
golden were the syllables that lingered
now I have a body that belongs
to my maternal line
my heart is safe by virtue
of its placement amid
branches casting shadows
this small experience rides low
within the psyche
within the psyche are these marks
made by chalk purporting
to be everlasting
glyphs make good on urgency
once splintered into these discrete
thoughts
we repeat ourselves when we have said
precisely nothing
to each other and ourselves
8 May 2008
7 May 2008
Vespers (58)
I told her yes I worship.
Yes I practice.
Yes I walk I practice
walking and I pray.
I told her beyond light
against the outer eye
that I am sure we each walk as we pray,
that night is a receptacle for whispers.
That we can hear them
and say nothing back.
Nothing past our generosity
applied to pathways
full of sparkling cinders.
Yes I practice.
Yes I walk I practice
walking and I pray.
I told her beyond light
against the outer eye
that I am sure we each walk as we pray,
that night is a receptacle for whispers.
That we can hear them
and say nothing back.
Nothing past our generosity
applied to pathways
full of sparkling cinders.
5 May 2008
Vespers (57)
Let us
practice
prayer.
Delirious soldiers
fall.
To save
us.
Failing.
Souls imperiled
venture
beyond stasis.
No matter
stark
enough to
gainshare.
Words give
breath
a reason
to
portray in
sync
with other
things.
Ideas
negate
craft.
While motivation
obvious enough
drifts.
Mere penury
insufficient
as pulse
infrastructs
a byline.
Curve
ball embodies
sounds-
like
cinders framed.
small
in retrospect.
practice
prayer.
Delirious soldiers
fall.
To save
us.
Failing.
Souls imperiled
venture
beyond stasis.
No matter
stark
enough to
gainshare.
Words give
breath
a reason
to
portray in
sync
with other
things.
Ideas
negate
craft.
While motivation
obvious enough
drifts.
Mere penury
insufficient
as pulse
infrastructs
a byline.
Curve
ball embodies
sounds-
like
cinders framed.
small
in retrospect.
3 May 2008
4 Faces
Here, the female form acts as a medium for emotional expression and ideas. All images are digital art, using an original photograph (self portrait) by Miss Boux
The female form also allows an "automatic aesthetic" that inspires, or acts as a generating force far artistic expression. For me, it is always difficult to justify a divide between popular/commercial and high/serious art. Here, I am being somewhat didactic, in the sense that I am trying to express my knowledge of both traditional and digital art forms in these pictures. Hopefully, this informs others about the possibilities of digital art and it's links to traditional art forms. I also hope that it exemplifies the fact that commercial art forms and high art forms are currently, in constant flux and it is virtually impossible to apply any kind of value system to new art forms. Indeed a crafts person may use far higher levels of technical skill than a contemporary, conceptual artist. Unfortunately, the powers that be cannot keep up with contemporary experiments in the arts, and therefore they hold on to outdated value-judgements that exclude many, with ever more voracity.
Simon
Happy spamiversary! Spam reaches 30
On May 3 1978, Gary Thuerk, a marketer at the now-defunct computer firm Digital Equipment Corporation, sent an email to 393 users of Arpanet, the US government-run computer network that eventually became the internet. It was the first spam email ever.Election time is coming, so our Heads of State are interested in your opinion. Please respond wise to the poll.
Collect the great bonus for immediate respondents! ; Your spam-tax 2008 can be forfeited*.
| Happy spamiversary! Spam reaches 30 | |
|---|---|
| Yes, I consume material SPAM | |
| No, spam is produced by the Chinese secret service to brainwash the free world | |
| Yes, spam is an act of God because the internet is blasphemous | |
| No, spam expresses opinions and provides information. Spam should be treated as free speech under the First Amendment of the Constitution | |
| Yes, I trust my government let them decide what should be filtered as spam and what not | |
| No, I am from outer space, please explain why canned SPAM can not be beamed accross the internet | |
| = see results = | |
*) Only valid for participants with a trackable IP address.
84049655
1 May 2008
Otoliths 9
Otoliths issue nine is live.
This issue marks the beginning of Otoliths' third year, & once again contains a great variety of text & visual work. This issue is dedicated to Rochelle Ratner, who passed away on March 31st.
In this issue are Rochelle Ratner, harry k stammer, Adam Fieled, Bill Drennan, David-Baptiste Chirot, Joel Chace, Michael Farrell, Reed Altemus, Andrew Lundwall, Douglas Barbour & Sheila E. Murphy, William Doreski, Duane Locke, Stu Hatton, Joe Balaz, Jeff Harrison, Raymond Farr, Esa Mäkijärvi, Bobbi Lurie, Julian Jason Haladyn, Simon Perchik, Suzanne Grazyna, Eileen R. Tabios, Diana Magallón & Jeff Crouch, Jeff Crouch & Matina L. Stamatakis, Thomas Lowe Taylor, Glenn R. Frantz, Angela Genusa, Randy Thurman, Philip Byron Oakes, Mark Cunningham, Geof Huth, Andrew Topel & Jim Leftwich & John M. Bennett, John M. Bennett, John M. Bennett & Luigino Solamito & Sheila E. Murphy, John M. Bennett & Scott MacLeod, Scott MacLeod, Robert Gauldie, Adam Strauss, Marcia Arrieta, Elizabeth Kate Switaj, William Allegrezza, Ernesto Priego, Ed Schenk, Irving Weiss, Mary Kasimor, Christopher Major, Derek Owens, Paul Siegell, Daniel f Bradley, Daniel Morris, Steve Timm, Mary Ellen Derwis, Thomas Fink, Louise Landes Levi, Toni Simon, Martin Edmond & Kirsten Kaschock.
Otholith issue 9
This issue marks the beginning of Otoliths' third year, & once again contains a great variety of text & visual work. This issue is dedicated to Rochelle Ratner, who passed away on March 31st.
In this issue are Rochelle Ratner, harry k stammer, Adam Fieled, Bill Drennan, David-Baptiste Chirot, Joel Chace, Michael Farrell, Reed Altemus, Andrew Lundwall, Douglas Barbour & Sheila E. Murphy, William Doreski, Duane Locke, Stu Hatton, Joe Balaz, Jeff Harrison, Raymond Farr, Esa Mäkijärvi, Bobbi Lurie, Julian Jason Haladyn, Simon Perchik, Suzanne Grazyna, Eileen R. Tabios, Diana Magallón & Jeff Crouch, Jeff Crouch & Matina L. Stamatakis, Thomas Lowe Taylor, Glenn R. Frantz, Angela Genusa, Randy Thurman, Philip Byron Oakes, Mark Cunningham, Geof Huth, Andrew Topel & Jim Leftwich & John M. Bennett, John M. Bennett, John M. Bennett & Luigino Solamito & Sheila E. Murphy, John M. Bennett & Scott MacLeod, Scott MacLeod, Robert Gauldie, Adam Strauss, Marcia Arrieta, Elizabeth Kate Switaj, William Allegrezza, Ernesto Priego, Ed Schenk, Irving Weiss, Mary Kasimor, Christopher Major, Derek Owens, Paul Siegell, Daniel f Bradley, Daniel Morris, Steve Timm, Mary Ellen Derwis, Thomas Fink, Louise Landes Levi, Toni Simon, Martin Edmond & Kirsten Kaschock.
Otholith issue 9
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