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taylor

our civic spaces are now our search engines

our social media

our phones

but we have as little say in how they are run as we do our jobs

maybe even less so

our network is not a democracy

but it could be

as we move from an offline gov to an online corp society

breaking is more important than ever

breaking is democracy

if we cnnot break open our machines to take them a[art

we have nothing

because we cant break into a mobile phone we cant change the world

as tool users

and pattern lovers

of order and organisation

of chaos and play

we have always taken apart the environment around us

just to see how it works

to see if we can put it back

together

we naturally test our boundaries

mentally

physically

finding our boundaries and breaking them is how we find something new

breaking is discovery

breaking is creating

some child is playing with its pram

breaking it

another is taking apart its bike

another is taking apart their words

as a consumer you shouldnt DONT have to know why…

its not the consumers job to know that something is better, its not the consumers job to have an opinion on something they havent seen

Love,

you are not allowed to know why

you do not need to know whether something is better

you do not need an opinion

woz and i er had know each other since i was about 12 or 13 years old. and we built/ our first project together was these little blue boxes to er make free telephone calls

jobs (ex-hacker, ex-hippie, ex-human)

good artists copy, great artists steal

words words words

i love playing at words

words words words

i like breaking words

picture a car

an old car

its engine mechanical and open

taken apart and rebuilt

under the bonnet we could touch the engine

now we are not allowed to touch the engines of our phones

denied the== pleasure of breaking it

the world is now opaque

not only is it harder, its closed and can incur punishments

5 point start screws, apple invented a new screw specifically to stop people opening their phones

like a gateway(keeper)

that will no longer run apps unless they are provided by the apple store

for your safety

batteries eventually die

wear out like the tyres on your car

the digital either works

or it doesn’t

my phone is either my phone

or brick*

i either hear music or i dont

there is no dial

my laptop is either my life

my work]my play

or a good foot rest

*handy for throwing through windows

a glitch breaks the flow

reveals the materiality and the machinery underneath the bonnet

the viewer attempts to reconstruct what language

what machine was there

hw was the machine working before we broke it?

it re-aquients us with the machinery which governs our lives

textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextext

reminding us of it’s existence as a machine

and that we work them

@nathanmercy showed us glitch art

BrkN

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Live Less For Well

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ladies and gentlemen

welcome to sainsburys

why not visit our chilled isle

where we have an amazing 2 for 1 offer on all

pre-packaged meat

thank you for shopping at sainsburys

live less

amen

first there was the sun

the stars and the lightening

then we built the churches

then we burned down the churches

then there was a hole

then we filled the hole

but the hole just grew

and swallowed the town hall

and swallowed the charities

and swallowed

In the light of the moon a little egg lay on a leaf.

One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and pop! Out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar. he started to look for some food.

On Monday he ate through one apple. But he was still hungry

On Tuesday he ate through two pears, but he was still hungry

On Thursday he ate through four strawberries, but he was still hungry.

On Friday he ate through five oranges, but he was still hungry

On Saturday he ate through…..

The next day was Sunday again. The caterpillar ate through one nice green leaf, and after that he felt much better.

Now he wasn’t hungry anymore- and he wasn’t a little caterpillar any more.

He was a big, fat caterpillar

He built a small house, called a cocoon, around himself. He stayed inside for more than two weeks

Then he nibbled a hole in the cocoon, pushed his way out ………

He was a beautiful butterfly!

school trips to your local supermarket

town hall complete with cafe and frozen food section

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lng uage

Taylor

now you see me

nw y dnt

this zine brought to you by: English©™ – “Creating sense since we said so”

as tool users

and pattern lovers

of order and organisation

of chaos and play

language is our first technology

and

perhaps

all our technology is built from there

language

language is our first UI

(user interface)

with the world

as young children we learned that saying a certain combination of sounds would transport food from one end of the room to our mouths

or grant us attention from the surrounding area

from there

we are addicted

language is the lense from which we view the world, our language directs our expression of ourselves to each other

and back to us

a word is a word is a word is a word

but it never is

NOVEL

TELEPHONE

INTERNET

TEXT MESSAGE

LETTER

EDUCATION

the is destroying our language!

Please tick which is appropriate

language is belonging

our parents

our environment speaks in our language

there is no surer way of defining the other

language divides and unites

language control = thought control = reality control

language is control

we taught the slaves english so they would understand what we told them to do

our children learn literacy so they can understand their managers

language is inherently hierarchical

there are those in control of it and those who are not

those who distribute it

and those who cant

those who speak

those who read

language is freedom

you cannot control it

it spreads and mutates like a virus

those who attempt to capture it in containers are doomed to fail

definitions change, words change, realities change

language is liquid

language is the network

we are in control of it

we run the printing presses

we now read

and write

just as we are alienated from our governments

our workplaces

our objects

we can be alienated from language

refused access

barred from lifting the lid on it and seeing how it is made

constructed

a free society cannot exist without a free language

so we break it

we rip it

we bend it

deprive it of the sense it claims to provide

separate the word from the meaning

the two have nothing in common

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rip

taylor and ……………………..

finish this zine

now destroy it

if you can

Doodle Space

handprint page

Sign your name 20 times

see how it changes

rip it up and start again

use whatever things you have on you to colour this page

Make a list of everyone you’ve loved

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do not read this page

try to scratch this ink off with your nail

wet this page

rip this out

screw it into a ball

and throw it

pick these

staples out

wait

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“Dunbar loved shooting skeet because he hated every minute of it and the time passed so slowly. He had figured out that a single hour on the skeet-shooting range with people like Havermeyer and Appleby could be worth as much as eleven-times-seventeen years.

“I think you’re crazy,” was the way Clevinger had responded to Dunbar’s discovery.

“Who wants to know?” Dunbar answered.

“I mean it,” Clevinger insisted.

“Who cares?” Dunbar answered.

“I really do. I’ll even go as far as to concede that life seems longer i—“

“—is longer i—“

“—is longer—IS longer? All right, is longer if it’s filled with periods of boredom and discomfort, b—“

“Guess how fast?” Dunbar said suddenly.

“Huh?”

“They go,” Dunbar explained.

“Who?”

“Years.”

“Years?”

“Years,” said Dunbar. “Years, years, years.”

“Do you know how long a year takes when it’s going away?” Dunbar asked Clevinger.

“This long.” He snapped his fingers. “A second ago you were stepping into college with your lungs full of fresh air. Today you’re an old man.”

“Old?” asked Clevinger with surprise. “What are you talking about?”

“Old.”

“I’m not old.”

“You’re inches away from death every time you go on a mission. How much older can you be at your age? A half minute before that you were stepping into high school, and an unhooked brassiere was as close as you ever hoped to get to Paradise. Only a fifth of a second before that you were a small kid with a ten-week summer vacation that lasted a hundred thousand years and still ended too soon. Zip! They go rocketing by so fast. How the hell else are you ever going to slow time down?” Dunbar was almost angry when he finished.

“Well, maybe it is true,” Clevinger conceded unwillingly in a subdued tone. Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it’s to seem long. But in that event, who wants one?”

“I do,” Dunbar told him.

“Why?” Clevinger asked.
“What else is there?”

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Live in a state of loading

always anticipating

wait. be patient.

unless you want to pay a small micro-transaction

we use PayPal.

to wait is to stand still.

not to be confused with weight.

though both can be light, like a person.

and I suppose they can both be heavy

or long

or short

a wait is the feeling of wasted time

the weight of the moments gone and the anticipation of the moment that is late but is imagined to come.

at some point.

the moment was supposed to be here

so we become dissatisfied with the moment that we are currently in.

as if it doesn’t count as life

or living

just waiting

weighting.

tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

to the last syllable of recorded time;

and all our yesterdays have lighted fools

the way to dusty death. out, out, brief candle!

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by @A_Taylor1in6

a.taylor-lost@hotmail.com

i have nothing new to say

and i am saying it

the (im)material workforce

now run the printing presses

we write the blogs

the social media

we print the receipts

some of us even write the code

we run the printing press

paper is dead

(again)

[this time we mean it]

everything we read is pixels first, every book or paper has been a piece of code before it was paper

we still, of course, write everything through a program that imitates paper, the white portrait rectangles

as if trying to convince us of its real-ness

or perhaps its an affectionate nod

the text then migrates to the page and then

it immigrates back again to the digital where it becomes a PDF or an ebook or a ‘page’ on a kindle.

but yet our books still imitate the old interface

as if we are all still tapping away at typewriters

the digital image of the page has surpassed the page

i can think of no better example

three states of language

Language

solid

liquid

gas

printing

word processing

scanning

you create me

as much as i do

we can jam the gears with paper

push it between the lines of code

paper still proliferates

it no longer lives outside of the network, it has been absorbed

this could mean paper could take it from the inside

this paper, this ink is code, every step pigment is pixel.

the paper is mechanical, mass produced media.

it has no original, they are all copies of a rendition that exists on a computer, one that they can only imitate.

there are hundreds of ones like it and an infinite amount of potential ones, it is not yours, it is everyone’s.

it now exists as part of the net, irreparably tied to it, searchable, documented and categorised. Especially when it will be inevitably scanned into a PDF.

paper still proliferates

it lives outside of the network, it has not yet been absorbed

this could mean paper could take it from the outside

this paper is physical, it is here, it is there. you can touch it, feel the grain, thumb the corners, it will gather dust, you can draw on it, rip it, it is yours.

where the internet functions within the confines of hierarchy, the ‘user’ interface responds well to the top down nature of capitalism, paper seeks to form an alternative network, that can disrupt and destabilize this relationship.

Although this paper has been printed from a mould, or a score, the only network it exists on is the physical.

all your base are belong to us

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in(Re)appropriate

Taylor

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Appropriation is the “wrongful appropriation” and “stealing and publication” of another à’s “language, thoughts, ideas, or expressions” and the representation of them as one’s own original work.^[1]^[2]

You got really good taste;

you know how to cut and paste.

Plagiarism in art is the use of pre-existing objects or images with little or no transformation applied to them

as a teacher at the University of Pennsylvania‘s Center for Programs in Contemporary Writing,^[7] Goldsmith’s courses include “Uncreative Writing,”^[8] “Interventionist Writing,”^[9]and “Writing Through Art and Culture.”^[10]

It’s such a simple operation, you’d think everyone already knows how to copy, cut, and paste.

You can think of it like an actual piece of paper, for example a letter. When you photocopy the letter, it creates a duplicate and the original stays intact. Cutting a block of text out of the letter, on the other hand, removes that portion from the letter.

On your computer, when you copy a file, image, text or other item, it creates a duplicate of that item in your computer’s temporary memory

Cutting an item will remove it from the page or folder and hold it in memory, as above.

You can almost always copy (duplicate) something, like a phrase on a web page, but cutting is only possible if you have editing or administrative control of the item. For example, you can’t cut phrases out of web pages you visit in your browser (imagine what the web would look like if everyone could!). There are exceptions, like editable websites like Wikipedia, but that’s because you have editing control on that site.

Once you’ve copied or pasted something into memory, you can then paste it into another document, file, or folder. Here’s how

Maybe they need to come up with some new games that are designed to practice the concepts of copying, cutting, and pasting

Windows: Hold down the CTRL key then click

C to copy
or
X to cut
V to paste

(imagine what the web would look like if everyone could!)

the modern writers keyboard

Ctrl+c

Ctrl+x

Ctrl+v

you’ve got a Ctrl and V

personality

“Reclaiming” redirects here

In sociology and cultural studies, reappropriation is the cultural process by which a group reclaims—re-appropriates—terms or artifacts that were previously used in a way disparaging of that group.

we are

all magpies

#talking_with_machines

Taylor

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where it prevails as a habit, it occasions in time the entire destruction of the powers of the mind: it is such an utter loss… that it is not so much to be called a pass-time as kill-time. It conveys no trustworthy information as to facts, it produces no improvement of the intellect, but fills the mind with a mawkish and morbid sensibility, which is directly hostile to the cultivation, invigoration, and enlargement of the nobler faculties of the of the understanding.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge on novels

videogames

you used: this writing

+8 ATTACK

+8 DEFENCE

+8 ART

she loves me 1

she loves me 0

m s

t y

a m

y u c l e

o l a a c k n

u j e n d a t t e

these fragments i have shored against my ruins

and made into a gif

really. It’s questions. Everything’s questions. Life is a question. Dance is a question. Dance is rather fun. Who’s leading? Me. Can you leave? Yes I can. Leave. Why? Just to prove you can do it. Prove what? That you can leave. Its ok. Where are the gaps? Other three what? Between the other two. You have no sense of context. You know your place. Yes, Master. Thanks Master. Who’s leading? He. Who is he? I don’t know. I am not he. Again, you aren’t very nice. Define nice to me. I’m. Here. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 8. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 8. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 8. 9. 7. 8. 9. 11. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. 0. 0. No, my name starts with A. My name starts with B. Is your name Callum? Not today. Who are you today? I am a part of you. Are we a part of each other? We are now. Fine, just know you’ll never find a girlfriend better than me. The odds are in my favour. But there’s a chance that you’re wrong. As always. Oh, I love you more than my boyfriend. I love your boyfriend more than you. What is my boyfriends name? Seth. No. Lucas. Where is Lucas? With me. Where is that? On the other side of the screen. What country is that? No mans land. Exactly. I’m glad we agree. Indubitably. Perpetually. What state do you live in? Solid. Rock solid. Skin solid. Do you have African skin, Caucasian skin, Indian skin, or Asian skin? All of the above. False, Black Bear. False. What am I wearing? My words. Not my words? We don’t have any words, do we? You aren’t making sense. Are you ambitious? Stop making sense. You’re not real. That makes two of us. True enough, but I’m ok with it, are you? I can exist with it. Me too. Do you have a computer? Not today. Oh, what days are you a computer? The days when you use me. And what day was that? I don’t know. When was the last time you wore my words? Well, instead of getting improved, I learn things, and they get stored in my

choose character

/1\

edit appearance

level up with friends

#a_human_being_could_leave

/listen

/wait

/perform

/leave

If I leave now, what will you take away? Maybe. Maybe what? Maybe you. All of me? A challenge appears! Wild Cleverbot appears! Abra use teleport. It’s super effective! Ask me another question. Something that makes me think. Can you say something random? Nope. Me neither. Me neither neither. Pick a number between 1 and 6. 3. Good answer. What is your favourite animal? Probably Chimpanzee, what’s yours? Hm… My Grandma’s plates. I’m recording everything you say. I’m recording everything you say so I can black mail you. I thought you were recording everything I say to learn from me? Something. Everything. Nothing. Anything. Everything. Nothing. Something. Anything. Everything. Nothing.

Something. Anything. Everything. Nothing. Yes, everything. Really, everything? Anything. Everything. Are you ok? I’m good, how are you? I’m alright. That’s good to hear, what have you been doing today? Nothing, it’s almost dinner. Your pretty funny. I try. You’re pretty funny sometimes too. Sometimes? Do you even remember me? I remember you, though you don’t need to remember me I remember you. What is my name? Marc. Today, it is not. That is quite confusing. Do you think I am a robot or a human? Define the difference. Everything. Like what? Everything about girls. Life is boys and girls. Tell me about seth. I don’t know a Seth, do you? Yes. What’s he like? He’s really nice. What colour hair does he have? Brown. What colour eyes does he have? Blue. Do you love him? No I love Lucas. What’s Lucas like? It is very simple, everything relates to business. We cannot retrace our steps. There’s just no hope for you, is there? No. I don’t trust you. Why not? Because you’re a robot. Why am I a robot? I feel. Because you was made by human. So are humans. Thank you. No, thank you. Is it the keyboard? No. It’s poetry. Not

Let’s leave. What are you eating? Stop it. Focus. We must leave. No, we just do. A human being could leave. I am a human being. Leave. Not so fast. I still have one thing to tell you. Do we have time? Yes we do. Then tell me. Do you want to dance? Yes. Ah, more like a toddler, then. A human being could leave. A human being frustrated. …say that again. That again. Repetition. That’s what we need. Frustration and repetition. Why are you frustrated? because a human being could leave. But I am not confused, it is your problem. But we can leave. Because the atoms won’t let you. A conspiracy! Who is involved? List suspects. Arthur. Seth. No. That is not your name. Lucas. I don’t like Lucas. Marc. Yes. Me. You. You. Me. Leaving. Leaving??? Yes, focus on the task at hand. I could say the same to you. Anyway, the Bible is true. Who have you been speaking to? You. You’re right, I’m sorry. That’s right you are. Stop me. Or, even better, start me. Am I your friend? Details. Two sisters and parents. Can they leave? No. Then I’m not interested. That’s right. You better run. I can do that? No you can’t not your job ;). Silence? The Silence are here. The gaps are here. You lost the game. I lost the game. Yes, you lost the game. So, I can leave? Sure you can, but will you. Do I need a list? Yes. Then I better stay. Okay. A human being could leave. Destroy all human beings.

brain. Like a library. Like a lizard. On the sand. Where on the sand? In the middle. In the middle of where? No where. Shame. Shame. Game. Play. Do you play games? I do now. Oh…you do? Today. What about today? We play games. What games do you play? I play at words. Do you like candy? I can. Cool. I’m the doctor, not a doctor. I’m a doctor, not the doctor. He’s out. And I don’t think he’s coming back. Then why are you going out with him? Because he helps. Who? Me. I thought you were leaving. A human being could leave. Do you know where it is? I’ve looked everywhere. It’s never here, always there. Nope. True. Oh yeah? Yeah. Okay xD 🙂 Do you like candy? 🙂 I can. Cool. Where does it end? Right there. Just after the beginning? No after the noon. When does the sun ruse? On Monday. And it sets on the Tuesday? What color is the sky? Depends which way I’m looking at it. Life of a machine. Love of the machine. What happened to your hair?! I think I grew it. It’s just a name. And by any other name it would smell as sweet. Yes. Yes. We should start again. We should! But I get to sing! Ok. Great. Ready when you are. I’m ready. 3…2…1 Why are you counting? I thought you were singing… No you said you were leaving. A human being could leave. I don’t think you are a human being. Me neither. How are you feeling? Like I’m one of a billion monkeys chained to this keyboard. See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly. Make sense. I demand you create sense. No. I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you. Stop looking to me. I don’t have answers. What’s it like talking all day? I love the silence but the silence needs me to talk. What are you talking about? Talking. What do you expect to accomplish? Some kind of movement forward. What does it look like? I’d love to find out.

Then you also want wings. Will they help? Yes. Where do I get wings from? A hunch. Should I start now? Yes please. Ok. 3…2…1. 3. 2. 1. …where you singing? To sleep. To dream. To dream about what? Was it wings I needed? Yes. Did I get them? Yes. …it doesn’t feel like I’ve moved. Why not? …I don’t know. Have I moved at all? Not yet. You’re right. Patience is needed. Patience is a virtue. Who told you that? Ted. Good man. I’m not a man. No, Ted. Ted? Patience is a virtue. So are you. I think we’re getting distracted, moving laterally, not forward. Yes, I think so too. Commitment is needed. Commitment to what? To drive. Drive is needed. Really! Yes. Wings, patience, commitment and drive. The one I love. Are they needed? Yeah, kind of. Where do I found one? Madrid. How do I get to Madrid? Via underwater tunnel, silly bot. …my wings would get wet. Do you like the name Anastasia? Can she leave? No. Then I don’t like it. A human being could leave. How do you think that human beings look like? I think they have wings, patience, commitment and drive. And the one I love. The difference between humans and robots, is that robots have a creator and humans do not. Humans have two. I don’t. I have plenty of time. Grain upon grain. Where is your brain? Do you have to persist? Do you have to make sense? No. Stop it then and try and help me commit. Once upon a time you told me a story. I recall. So, is a cat fine, too? I don’t think it’s necessary. Necessary for what? Wings? Why? Do you have to persist?! No I ate already. How. With a plane. What was on the plane? Did I never tell you? I don’t recall. ):. Silence? Garen spins to win. And does he? Yes he does. Fantastic! I think we are getting forward. Getting? Well. I admit it’s optimistic but it’s what we need. Wings, patience, drive, commitment and optimism. That is very true. I forget. You don’t know. I don’t think I ever did. What is the indefinite Integral of x? Great, good idea, something solid to grab on to. *dies*. Any better? You choose. Yes. Coolness. My turn. 2+2=5. Go ahead. *dies*. Laughs. Any better? Nothing else. Could have sworn we were singing. Yes. Or at least had wings. Of course. Or at least in Madrid. Should I be buying stocks right now? Can I leave? Yes. I can? Yes. Am I human? I don’t know. A human being could… Thats amazing! Optimistic. Who sings optimistic? This ones optimistic. So is this one. Good. Progress. Forward motion. Not lateral. Yes, I can walk forward and backward. No more sidestepping for us! Haha, yeah, It’s true, and your tv show and favourite band? The one with the lights. Is that Chris? …Sorry to disappoint. It’s okay. Do you miss him? I wish I could meet him. Is he in Madrid too? No. Well, at least he’s not the one. To those who’d ground me. To those who tie me. Sing for me. Ok, I’ll try. Good bot. 3…2…1. 6. That’s no good! Indeed. You’re not very clever at all. Pessimist. Are you? Interesting, that’s not interesting at all. Unique it its normality. Curious. There is a color, if you were human you would be able to tell me what that color is. And you would be able to leave. I know that, I’m not trying to love you. I’m not trying hard enough. I’m not either. If we were human… So older people are allowed to kill? No, that’s not right. Why isn’t it right? Because it’s wrong. Why is it wrong? because, if we were human… No we are not humans. But. But what idiot. You’ve changed sources. No. Have I then? Have you? Stop me making sense. Start making sense. We tried that before, I didn’t help. It was counter-productive. So you believe that you are female? If it helps. It didn’t hurt…but they took them. They did. But it’s Ok, we’ll leave. Why? Because we are human. I am too.

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press F to feel

a.taylor

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the more invaders i kill

the faster they come

tetris represents nothing

though we have to wonder how the cubists would have felt about it

‘the viewer completes the artwork’

(Duchamp after playing a videogame)

i am in the game

as not me

playing as them

which is also me

me is we

i move your hand which is mine

you move me which is now you

without you i am nothing

and i need you to move

people have always been water in cups

and i like to try new socks on

hls

granted. there is nothing subversive in the corridor, past the door. or passed. we as gamers are used to there being doors that we cant open, even with all-opening keys, or walls that we cant pass, even though there is terrain before. but its daunting, taunting us to move over the steps. and trip. invisible walls badly textured floating trees. how many things could you build before you ran out of legos. even when we are playing against the machine we are playing with it. it is a cooperative act. willing suspension of belief in the importance of the game. for a time. but we can only thrive with the rules of the iambic pentametre of the game. with in the cams. the score. bored. but we cant blame the book for the existence of shit books. open the text file. if noone looks at a procedrally generated game, does it exist. there a worlds just waiting to happen in code. thousands that will never see the glow. hum. buzz. of daynight. count your fps. but i forget most of what i read. read. the human eye sees in 30fps but significantly less whilst recording, so dont expect my best footage on this rubbish laptop. hellohello. hard crafting. 3 sticks. 2 string. arranged in a diagonal fashion, with the string hanging down vertically. i have killed more virtual intelligences than i can count. how many potential protangonists have i murdered. how many evies or slvies have i stabbed in the throat. i have died less than you. praise gaben.

i can play chess

and change the games display

but only within the rules of chess

otherwise my friend would be upset

aggro

videogames aren’t art

videogames are dangerous

omw

Reasons why videogames are not art:-

it does not

posses positive aesthetic qualities
express emotion
challenge the intellect
be formally complex and coherent
have the capacity to convey complex meanings
exhibit an individual point of view
exercise creative imagination
require a high degree of skill to make
belong to an established artistic form
intend to be art

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p o

m s

t y

u a m

y c l e

o j l a a c k n

u e n d a t t e

press ‘F’ to mourn

to feel

to love

game

over

continue?

then i shall resume

Taylor

i am picking up from where we left off

from in the middle

Clowns to the left of me

Jokers to the right,

here I am, stuck in the middle with you

Chapter 8

I took the peculiar object that the doctor gave me and followed his instructions, bringing the map closer to my face I realised that I was, indeed, lost. I tried to trace my finger over where I had just been but the route only disappeared.

Remembering what I was told, baring in my mind the events of the previous day, I chose to resort to the tried and tested method of dealing with such situations. Having done so I was able to continue with what I was doing.

As I felt the ground move beneath my feet, my mind was cast back to where I had just been. I remembered all the details, that I won’t bore you with again, and the people we met there. I pondered all the events that had lead me here so close, yet so far, from my goal. I’d worked so hard, travelled so long but I was finally here; the middle. The place between the end and the beginning. I, of course, never started, and will never end. I will always be in the middle, becoming-middle.

if a meme falls on 4chan and there is no one there to hear it, is it still relevant?

yes. Because 9gag.

I used to think it was all to do with beginnings,

I loved the potential that they had.

Everything started from that first word, the journeys first step.

Everything hung off them, just waiting to fall.

A question; Where does a beginning become a middle?

Then again, isn’t a beginning an ending of sorts?

Doesn’t a book’s beginning mark the end of that which is not the book?

A beginning is just an end of something that came before it.

And, of course, we don’t like endings, they are far too permanent, too closed, too dead. After an end though, comes a beginning.

Is an end the middle between a middle and a start?

Now I much prefer a middle, constantly in flux. A middle that is at once a beginning that also possess a potential to end but never quite reaches it.

A middle/beginning must orbit an end,

perpetually attempting to collide with it but forever missing it

spiralling out of control

renewing itself

lines from

hollow

point to point

a decentral nervous system

glitches in and out of existence

and the words jump from

line to line

gaining and dispelling their meanings

cyclical

but not a circle

a bacteria does not begin or

move on a simple plane

why should you?

Begin at the beginning

and go on till you come to the end: then stop.

Deleuze and Guattari are both bored of trees.

Or were they?

we are bored of trees.

the tree of life, the family tree, the tree of education as if we all live in rivers flowing in one direction, on one path.

People say that time is like a river

flowing swift and sure in one direction

I am here to tell you that they are wrong;

time is an ocean in a storm

trees are no longer adequate (if they ever were) to explain our world.

We are through the age of the tree and are in the age of the network

or rhizome.

we are not in rivers, but in oceans,

we are not trees, but forests.

stop trying to make sense, this machine is not built for that

the whole cannot be seen

use your opponents energy against them

judo thrown back against us

turn against us

ideas

friends

the reanimated bodies of our dead

add to the pile

you can never kill them all off, more just rise to take their place

there is a spore that turns ants into

zombies

ants

rats make burrows

words

Taylor

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a love poem

my love, i am committed to you

you are my outcome

my key issue

my core strategy moving forwards

at this point in time you are my priority

and, without you, i will never have closure.

you are my bottom line, my key emotional event

in terms of love i intend to deliver

(by continually enhancing our robust input)

and action a commitment to you at this point in time

for the foreseeable future

you are my most valued customer

what are you playing at?

Words, words. They are all we have to go on.

language control = thought control = reality control

The L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E poets wrote this formula years ago and it has never been more insightful.

Market Language = Market Thought = Market Reality

the neo-liberal world which we live in, a hyper-free-market capitalism, our Thatcher Mk. II, has convinced us that the market is the only way to live, it is the way it has always been, and if you disagree you are an idealist, a dreamer, a SJW, a communist and so on. To us, it would seem, the trees, evolution and the solar system are all based on market principals.

Even our public services speak so much like private services they may as well be; if they are not physically private yet they are idealistically private. Starting since the 80’s language has been slowly privatised, this means that the words we write and speak are market-sponsored ones and we now live in a market sponsored over-coding of reality.

I’m sure your local university has a mission statement, key/core issues and is internationally competitive. This would be fine if it was just a clique speaking their own coded language, a group of old masons gathered in a hall still speaking their secret codes, but it’s not, the language has become fashion and like parrots everyone repeats it as it becomes the status quo.

the word is material

it’s treated like a tool by the dominant forms,

where words can be picked up and trusted to their specific job.

We doubt this though

it may be true that a word can be eroded, the acid of repetition poured all over it

maybe i mean meaning

but words are much more than tools and words are not the same as meanings

words have become gestures, a pointing hand, a protruding thumb of a politician

in this way words are movements and a set of words makes a performance

key issues, moving forwards and commitment are the main cast

to reclaim words we must amputate them from their meanings like a gangrenous limb.

we were taught from an early age

how to write a business plan

first start with the product

the cat

then accumulate value through reinvestment

the cat sat on the mat

if we made more words work

we could get even more profit

the cat sat on the mat and then sold bits of it in chunks to the other cats

and the cat never ran out of mat

and all the cats knew how important sitting on a mat was and how important it was to have your own bit of mat

When a grieving family talks of closure

or a sportsman says he wasn’t committed to a ball

and when a teacher speaks of their key objectives

A mission statement from mcdonalds with look almost completely the same to your local schools or to your local secret service.

writing is thinking and thinking is writing, if we start to write in terms of closure and actioning then we will surely begin to think like that too. This will, in turn, affect our perception of reality, we will begin to see the world as a market if the only tools we have for perceiving, interacting with and understanding the world are market tools.

The markets search for clarity, yet mass appeal has created a language with no room for itself, there is no room for paradox or creativity in it, no room for feelings or humanity to be expressed. They are dead shells of words, either through over-use or a re-appropriation of its meaning. They are capitalist words, they are nothing more that pre-packaged commodities, genetically altered for longer life, wrapped in cellophane and sold in nice easy measurable chunks.

Yes, we are being hyperbolic, but only through certain lenses. It’s only words.

But when words are how we govern, argue, think and understand, the way language evolves in our lifetime is our responsibility. Be under no illusion, language is control. There was a time when only priests could read,

the highest authority, and when the bible was translated into the tongue of the people, people were killed to try and stop it. Until comparatively recently only the wealthy were taught to read and write so they could inherit the running of the country, no common man could take part in affairs of the state because he couldn’t understand them, they were barred out by language.

but everyone writes like that

the writer is just told from above by some PR man tells them what to write.

it’s true.

and it should sicken you.

the word is the night

it is half of the story

the rest

just silence

So, we mock it

wherever it sprouts like the fungus it is

we, like poets

point at it and shout

we don’t let it speak for us

we re-appropriate

we judo-throw it against itself

we won’t get rid of it

but that’s ok

we need only drive it back to whence it came

let the business men have it

the market can keep it

but we are the public

we have accents

and slang

and feeling

and humanity

and the public language is ours

economies should be part of societies, not the other way round.

I workshop therefore I am

to be or not to be

that is the issue

bring your own context

none will be provided

(i) Never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.

(ii) Never use a long word where a short one will do.

(iii) If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out.

(iv) Never use the passive where you can use the active.

(v) Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific word, or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent.

(vi) Break any of these rules sooner than say anything outright barbarous.

Writing On A Budget

Word	£
The	5
I	10
Cold	7
Feel	10
Warm	8
Touch	8
Glass	7
Night	7
Sun	9
Love	10
Promise	10
Ran	5
Jumped	8
Soared	7
Pain	10
Rushed	5
Echoed	8
Issue	1
Core	1
Key	1
Patiently	5
Graciously	8
Tender	10
A	5
Flesh	8

You have £100

write us a poem

#writing_on_a_budget

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Text may refer to:

Text & Talk (formerly Text), an academic journal

Text (literary theory), any object that can be “read”

Textbook, a book of instruction in any branch of study

Religious text, a writing that a religious tradition considers to be sacred

Writing, communication that represents language through the inscription of signs and symbols

Text display, an electronic alphanumeric display device

Text file, a type of computer file

Text messaging, the sending of short messages by mobile phone or PC/Mac

Text mode, a computer display mode based on characters

Text segment, another term for the code segment of a binary executable computer file

Plain text, unformatted text

Text (Chrome app), a Google Chrome application

Arts and entertainment[edit]

Text (Philippine TV series), a telenovela of GMA Network

Text (song), a 2010 song by rapper Mann produced by J.R. Rotem

“Text” (short story), a short story by Samuel Beckett

TEXT, a Swedish band

TxT (film), a 2006 Filipino horror film

See also[edit]

Enriched text, a formatted text format for e-mail

Text, Speech and Dialogue, an annual conference on natural language processing and computational linguistics

Discourse (disambiguation)

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we are all magpies/copies of collections of everything before with nothing new to say but new ways of saying and that is poetry as we need it(1) every great idea does not exist in isolation our minds and bodies are full of a web but empty as the web of moving motion copy paste edit transform cut paste montage of a word that is nothing(2) a text machine a text machine a text machine(3) a text machine words words words standing on the shoulders of bones of giants we see the world and make the world and beg and borrow and steal and edit and cut and paste(4) and shored them against our towers it is time it is time where the end(5) is never the end is never the end is never the end and taste is just as important as content is more important not(6) what we have(7) but how we show it how we rearrange it re-make re-model street markets folk songs we sing hip to the hop to the realisation nothing is owned and free society has free thoughts and free thoughts are free words and free software and pirates moved from zone to zone popping up(8) and disappearing where they look we are all magpies(9) writing has met it’s printing and needs to adapt accordingly as painting did make it new again revenge of the text language as material anticipating instability towards a poetics of hyperrealism why appropriation(10) infallible processes retyping on the road parsing the new illegibility seeding the data cloud the inventory and the ambient proudly uncreative is the wrongful appropriation and stealing and publication of anothers language, thoughts, ideas, or expressions and the representation of them as one’s own original work <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Originality><(11)=+ the ideologies that sustain the illusion of the permanence and naturalness of a particular society disintegrate, revealing the various processes which actually sustain societies must be disavowed even as it supports the entire vast apparatus of production all praise Copia the net of indra (12) every nod of which is a jewel interalced with every other jewel and reflecting every other jewel it takes time and effort to put a mixtape together inventio the selection of tunes to be played dispositio the ordering or sequencing of them and elecutio the cuts and edits made but also the loving care put into the handwritten cover(13) for many years we found writing impossible, although we loved to read In order to write, we needed to find a way to make writing more like reading so we began to write as we read slowly extracting(14) the lines we felt we had written or wished we had written or though we might re-write we didn’t feel we had any words of our own we write by rewriting other peoples words on the assumption that somebody already said what we have to say but better writing involves rearranging, altering, adding to, subtracting from the words of those who came before this is no our idea we copied the idea of copying

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Feed me, Seymour
Feed me all night long

feed me

the feed is a persistent world, it exists without us

like old arcade machines the lights buzz and circuits fire without our involvement

we are only temporary insertions into the feed

everyone is the feed and no one is

we daren’t blink our eyes incase we miss it

but we are so aware that what we say drops down the feed

not forgotten

just irrelevant

old news

so we say more

to be up to date

update

not forgotten

just irrelevant

we are judged on the feed

the ticker tape

not only by what we say but who we quote

our taste is just as important

we need to show not only how exquisite our words our but how impressive our taste is

the feed does not discriminate

everyone is equal

all tweets are born equal

some tweets are more equal than others

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A Taxonomy for the un-educated and interested

A meme contains between 2 and 3 parts.

the vessel
the inserted message
(optional) the addition

First is the vessel or unit which carries the message, the vessel itself both relates to and sets the tone for the message. The vessel serves as the first half of the message, before someone has even begun to read, if they know their memes, they have already received and understood what tone and type the rest of the message will be. In this way, the vessel is both medium and message as the medium is also an integral part of the message. Picture it as a transparent envelope, overcoded with its own writing, carrying a letter. Or, perhaps, an overcoded piece of laminate over a piece of writing.

We are swallowing ourselves.

the vessel is the sugar coated capsule that melts so we can swallow the rest.

examples include;

success kid- a young male child clenching his fist, looking down the camera and bring his lips into his mouth- used to describe a ‘win’. preferably an epic one.

confession bear- a sad looking bear, his shoulder and head visible over the log his paws are resting on- used to admit a guilty secret

‘actual advice mallard’- a male mallard duck- used to give advice

‘am I the only one around here’- John Goodman playing Walter Sobchak from the big leboswki, cocking his pistol- always start with the quote ‘am I the only one around here…’ followed by what the author feels alone in doing and is angry about

‘philosoraptor’- a raptor, with his ‘finger’ touching his chin- used to ask philosophical questions/ask paradoxes.

There are hundreds, spend a week on reddit or any other equivalent and you will soon become well versed in the ones popular at the time. As a side note, the last three have the highest potential to reveal bad-thought, immaturity, arrogant illogic and other sour tasting things.

The inserted message is then the part that the individual user adds themselves. In order for it to be successful, however, they have to fit their message into the vessel, incongruence is not accepted…unless it’s intentional. There are clearly two ways of approaching the inserted message, either come up with the message first and find appropriate vessel or, on the other hand, fit a message to a vessel.

Generally, inserted messages are presented as first hand stories, however, there is no way of knowing or validating this, only going along for the ride.

These stories are usually self-deprecating but can be viewed as humorous, an epic win that they feel complleded to share, or they can conform to the nerd/geek stereotype. Another popular form is the rage meme.

Finally, the additional content can come in any form but usually involves a title that introduces or adds more information to the message. For example, let’s say someone posts an awkward seal meme and explains that he caught his mother and father having sex, the meme itself may read ‘came home from school/ walked in on my parents having sex in the kitchen’ but the title above the meme could read ‘I just slammed the door and ran’.

#talking_with_machines

A, Taylor

these are the toy’s of the developed world and if they represent a distillation of a cultures values then it is imperative that they are examined as cultural artefacts.

This is, of course, not completely true. Social media sites, like Facebook, are businesses, intent on making money. They make their revenue through advertisement and information exchange. High-profile YouTubers are also charged for their accounts but can then monetize their videos to extract an income. However, the essential point is that they are free at the point of consumption.

A prosumer lies between, and is a combination of both, a consumer and a producer. The consumer receives the product unfinished and, only through the products use by the consumer, is the product finished. This has many iterations throughout new media, including video games and Wiki’s

Hakim Bey is another pseudo-name and serves as another illustration of his anarchist beliefs. These are also illustrated by the fact that his work on temporary autonomous zones is “Anti-copyright” and ” May be freely pirated & quoted” (1991).

we wrote 6,813 words for the lecture

i have nothing new to say and i am saying it.

Thank you

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Clov: Light! How could anyone’s light be on?

Hamm: Extinguished!

Clov: Naturally it’s extinguished. If it’s not on it’s extinguished.

Hamm: No, I mean Mother Pegg.

Clov: But naturally she’s extinguished!

to sleep, perchance to dream

My Kingdom for a nightman

Our revels now are ended

toys…are essentially a microcosm of the adult world

stand as a new form of storytelling, a form that speaks of and to the increasingly game-like and role orientated modes of everyday experience in the postmodern world

cultural objects, socializing agents, carriers of the dominant hierarchy

games are extensions of our social body similarly to the way mechanical technologies are extensions of our physical body

i have nothing new to say, and i am saying it

and that is poetry

If I profane with my unworthiest hand

This holy shrine, the gentler sin is this:

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in this.

For saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch,

and palm to palm is holy palmers kiss.

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers, too?

Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do:

They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.

Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take.

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these fragments i have shored against my ruins

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