Having closed the 8 of our first project we find ourselves at a bit of a loss.
It is/was satisfying to ‘complete’ the work but we always felt that it could never be ‘completed’ and one of its main points was ensuring that it never stayed on a single point and it was/is free to continue expanding.
Contracting. Exapanding.
Building burrows and lines, spreading, infecting, reclaiming.
But our favourite books can be like this, but they are closed
Until we open them and move around inside them, between the gaps in the pixels.
But our favourite websites are like this
Perhaps it’s something we leave out there and ‘patch’ when required. Adding to it, adding free DLC, new characters and maps.
Doesn’t seem right.
Or can we trust that we created an infinite space within finite bounds?
Is it finished?
I suppose in the sense that we can close the 8.
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So what next?
What comes after?
An advancement, a continuation.
More exhibitions, performances, content and material.
More zines, different zines, more video, different video, more media, different media, more text, different text.
Different?
It’s in what way it’s different that we don’t know yet, come back to us.
More writing, more academic
More talks
More lectures
More workshops
More people
This does involve the production of more time and the creation of some kind of machine with which to make it.
So, this will be the closing so we can start again, drawing the next letter, from the middle.
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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
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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
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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
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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
and swallowed
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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“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!
life’s but a (buffering…)
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by @A_Taylor1in6
a.taylor-lost@hotmail.com
i have nothing new to say
and i am saying it
we
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
this page left
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in(Re)appropriate
by
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.
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
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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
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#a_human_being_could_leave
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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.
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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then i shall resume
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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
by
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.
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Feed me all night long
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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
by
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).
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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.
(1.5. 90-103)
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Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts:
Into a thousand parts divide one man,
And make imaginary puissance.
Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them,
Printing their proud hoofs i’th’ receiving earth;
For ’tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
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we are Sainsbury’s we are Northern we are NHS we are Tesco we are Apple we are Nandos we are ASDA we are Microsoft we are New Look we are Jet2 we are Virgin we are Legion and we are Many
(14) but our system of law doesn’t acknowledge the derivative nature of creativity, instead ideas are regarded as property, as unique and original lots with distinct boundaries. but ideas aren’t so tidy, they’re layered, they’re interwoven, they’re tangled, and when the system conflicts with the reality, the system starts to fail (2)
If you think that by hanging us you can stamp out the labour movement, then hang us. Here you will tread upon a spark, but here, and there, and behind you, and in front of you, and everywhere, the flames will blaze up. It is a subterranean fire. You cannot put it out. The ground is on fire upon which you stand.