It's hard to know, i suppose, if a sound can be confused with a thought when a window is left open. Passing through thought like stumbling out a window, braced against the pane, one arm holding the frame, trying to answer a call from just beyond the glass. Only the call was bird, a pretty parakeet, whispering gangsta rap as it pecked sunflower seeds and dribbling bits of resonance into the dirt. Birds are sounds, something like phones in a garden. --i didn't mishear or mistake, but the parakeet had cut the cord when no one was on the other line.
I will soon be entetaining a habituation where i'll have to write and read a lot. I need to make my thoughts simpler and my language flow more easily. I would like to create a daily exercise with three typewriters. The first would have the word "Complex" above it, the second Simpler, the third Simplest. I'd move down the row applying 15 minutes of thought directly to each machine, repeating the same thing on each but in different formulations.
Soon i'll read and write a lot. I need thoughts to flow simply. I would like to create a daily exercise with three typewriters. Above each, I would post the words "complex," "simpler," "simplest." Moving from one to the next i'd write the same thing differently.
i will read. i will write. thoughts simply exercised on typewriters will flow in three variations.
haven't been here in a while. maybe i'll come by sometime soon.
Singled spaces taken from the point perspective of a lean. My head lays down on the pillow and hands move in a trusty fashion even though the letters fall solidly beside their own turf. Here is the piece of the puzzle, here is where the idea lies just behind a sulking stone, here is when stars find their...stars are an unfathomable concept. i regret to write about them. Nothing more incomprehensible than entire galaxies bending like reeds to a moving sphere. how intolerable that we are them. Cities like spotted constellations, sun spots with thoughts spread by her napkins. "no one cares" they say, a surprisingly un-sophisticated statement by a star, "not us nor them." Celestial ecologies sound like an intake--of breath, of distance between the lens and the pupil, of the space around the elbow facing the (hear)t, something like the sound of that farce. Have you ever been driving and you think to yourself that you are like them and they are you and you think, but moreso you shiver, the reception of your own thought. Shiver or thought, which offers itself as a symptomatic offspring? Intuited ideas or ideas form intuition?
signals are to their importance as suddenness is to its caveat.
--spoke
Symptomless poses falsify the outer layer of an indescribable garment. She sheds its shoulder strap and the unreconciled comes falling off. Steel beams are left squandered in a puddle, singular and millions. Tub ducks are in tow, little quackers sparking away in yellowness. Stolen in a glow of yellow haze left in a sun loft between temple and moonshine. Funny how the color yellow sparkles the death watch like a twink in the eyes. Seems to brighten the world in an unreasonable scurry of ghostly turmoil. Singular dubbed duplicitous is the yellow way. A smarting incisiveness driven by an artificial seedling. Drop the pail spill the water, the sound tempts the most godly. Each opera sparks and the dog chases, tail pointing northward. Each turn bounces off the overburdened horse and skips tracks like a spun away train.
Well a grand opening for a grand trip. I can't quite say that the great Empire is here, though it certainly derived from this spot, and the cobble stones now seem to blend perfectly with the LCD flat screen monitors that cover the fancy facades like Time's Square. Too many bags, and as I'm sure Steph will note, the attendant that fell down in the plane.
There is a small competition going on as to who is the most professional traveler. A point tally system such as not having a pen you lose a point, operating two luggage bags at once plus two points, having to take a cab--minus 1 point and about 36 pounds (yikes).
Anyway, we meet the Elsewhere London crew tomorrow at a place called The Approach. will be nice to see everyone. Saw some bad art school art tonight--hopefully are going to see some interesting art tomorrow.
Things I'm thinking about and wanted to note: a city co-exists with the displacement of Being which is in fact a being-with as a matter of discourse (a singular individual thus defined by always already in community)--thus originary and plural- a being in the world which is the meaning in communication about/with being/consciousness according to Nancy---what does this mean? Simply the city is a space of displacement and as Foucault would carry it out, the City becomes a model for the State (town square is to the capital as a police is to the Army) and in that manner the city becomes the displacement, the place holder of the State.
What to do with these thoughts? I'm beginning to work out questions of play and alternative discourse between people that moves beyond or displaces identity toward a communication in the imaginary.
More later
PS. Non of my cloths were dry when I packed so I can't help likening this trip to leaving egypt---having to pack cloths that had yet to rise!
Collections amass within and beside themselves, at the edges of each periphery like so many a-tonal fragments propagating like fractals. The collection of knowledge adds to each species an inner and outer link to its common mass, simultaniously self-referencing itself and editing itself, vortexes within explosions. The collection of knowledge, only references its necessity for more, alludes to its addictive side without embracing it fully and thus produces a tolerence that weighs down the sole, and for those who begin the quest at the question of the sole as an addicted fiend spinning in the patterns of its own life, finds the "only," an all too well distrubuted thing. But the collection of sheer massivity stung or struck or sent into the abyss and frenzy by the possibles of an "art of possibilities " (a post-concept concept in that it is not logocentrically oriented toward an internal or external continuity) gives shape to the fragments as a pattern of arrangement and organization, reason and recognition. The person creating within is captured by the organism which they recognize in the too personal, personal, the hyper-personal that cannot escape its own being a factor of an invention and intervention by the creator and the context construction within which the creator is working and playing. The multiple possibilities, collected from the scattered duality of being without and within, are not "only," like some found object discovered, an object uncovered in an archeology, an object related to a memory, a tactile, visual, linguistic experience, but an object moved from place to place--"What have you been up to? We're just moving things around"--that constant location and dislocation, here and there as an interrupting trajectories of thought, idea, intent, an interruption at the very fabric of inside and outside---a free radical of space--that scoop up the 2D past and presents it in a projected future all awhile watching tumbling piles of happenstance overturn the very boxes that contain them.
So, I was on such a good role with writing everyday until visitors came, I turned 30, and we were in a rush to get Carolyn Porter and I's Artist Conversation night up and running. I will defer to Carolyn's blog to cover Guggenheim Elsewhere which took over the store and window of Elsewhere and spilled lovingly into the sidewalk. Upstairs was a combination of Guggenheim and Elsewhere..almost at odds. My room or installation, Excavation and Restoration, turned out great with the walls restored in fabric and the floors done the same. I have included a few images in the photo section. I think the experience of emptying this room and then restoring it to an inviting state was the reward for me. The last day I was at Elsewhere I saw the real boy, Shalin, heading into the space with a friend and the record player clicked on. It was what I wanted the space to be, a refug and play to pause from the over stimulation that is the heart of Elsewhere. I would like to know how long this place stays empty, what fills the space and who spends time in the space. I felt like there was a bit of a ease and permission to make the space what each individual would like. In some ways, it is really a place for the Elsewhere residents to sit. I have spent the last week back in Austin thinking about Elsewhere, all its inhabits and the objects as members of some sort of object family. I know that I will not be updating this blog often or checking in, but I feel so confident that place will not leave me.
Horoscopes by Misty the Mystic…..
Leo
7/23-8/22
This is your month to shine as bright as all the stars put together with 100000000 candle light power. You will find many that love you and none that try to poison your cake. Enjoy the heat. You will be happiest if you take everyone to the pond.
Virgo
8/23-9/22
Although you do not compare to the light that is radiating off the Leos…you are still OK. Try to get your finances in order. This seems impossible but a little easier if you rob the meanys that work the counter at the Green Bean. They will be too cool to report you.
Libra
9/23-10/22
As things start to cool off, you will find your warm fuzzy sweatshirt and bury yourself under layers of sheets with your sweetheart. Now is the time to really invest your relationship. Try to not be a prick and think more of the fact that you don’t want to grow old by yourself in a nursing home with really dry food and a dirty pair of pants.
Scorpio
10/23-11/21
Put your shirt on and remember that no one likes a crazy naked Scorpio running around. Although you might think this will help with your interpersonal relationship it may do you better to think of the good luck that will be coming midmonth. Take a walk and keep your eyes peeled for pennies.
Sagittarius
11/22-12/21
New doors are opening for you this month. Keep your head up and look under all rocks you come across. It may also help you to keep a spare set of keys in the bushes…with many drunk nights in your future, you wouldn’t want to get locked out.
Capricorn
12/22-1/19
You are on your way to becoming a strawberry shortcake
queen…keep up the good work. This sounds like a big feat but it is attainable. More importantly you are passing your good karma all over the place. Try to practice patience with your younger siblings and only drown them in a nearby lake if they mouth off to your mom.
Aquarius
1/20-2/18
Wow, a new year is exactly what you want and need to change your run of luck. After the downpour of death and destruction all around you, I can see how easy it would be to throw in the towel….but think of all the kittens that are relying on you. Once the moon has completed the rotation, you will find a special key to open your beau’s heart. Use it!
Pisces
2/19-3/20
Run, run, run away from that responsibility you cannot handle. Your health is the most important thing and you can do no one any good if you are buried behind a desk. After a quick trip on the 30th, you will know what I mean and thanks the heavens.
Aries
3/21-4/19
Stay strong Aries…. It is hard to resist the carrot as it dangles from the stick but you must head north. You will find luck in the eye of a large mammal so keep a spare rib eye in your truck. It also may be to your advantage to pay all your bills early, it looks like that shit head uncle of yours will be back to empty your account.
Taurus
4/20-5/20
What can Misty the Mystic tell you…you are already fabulous. Find additional luck on the road this month and try to hook up with as many attractive people that cross your path…a good romp is in order to make it through the crazy adventure that comes with the fall this year. Also, keep your eye on the 15th, 29th and 31st. You will find money raining down on you.
Gemini
5/21-6/21
Holidays are not the time to try to rearrange your families dynamic…so it is best that you do it now! If you ask your spouse to add a bit more to your weekly allowance you may be able to put shoes on your kids feet. With the moon rising, you will be able to make those secret plushy dreams come true…..beware of the pins.
Cancer
6/22-7/22
This month could be your greatest ever. Find amazing amounts of comfort in your pet and your favorite dishes. You will be persuaded by a stranger to go on a trip to the coast. You should kick your heals up and revert back to being a 4 year old. Also, keep an eye out for you long lost friend to resurface near the middle of the month.
As I have already mentioned there are undetectable rules that somehow get verbally passed through the halls of elsewhere. But even with these rules (that are necessary for some sort of order) people place more stringent ones upon themselves. For example, Cameron is working on a book project…he is typing (on an old school typewriter) all the text from books he randomly selects from our vast library which has been underlined. Each book is a chapter. I just love that there is a challenge, a mission in most projects that are floating through elsewhere. Nothing is simple.
I began to collect the fabric that will be the replica of the walls and finished one wall today. The 10 layers that are making up the 'fabric wall' serve as patches or remake portions of the wall. This will be the meat of the work. It will take layers and layers to get the same effect as the walls but I like the challenge. This will help sharpening my skills in pattern making, fitting and also making fabric into life layers. It makes sense that would be followed by treatment of the floors and ceiling as well.
Upcoming…The Artist Conversation’s collaborative project between Carolyn and myself: Guggenheim Elsewhere
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