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.
Erik and I colloborated on this initial (beta) release of the Elsewhere Visitor Center.
PLANNING MEETING NOTES:
Visitor Services (BETA):
• Installation process/product space
• Games: consist of objects and (dynamic card box)
⁃ Local - games that happen at desk (associative writing, ex corpse stories, etch-sketch
⁃ Elsewhere - games that take you around space: binoculars, take these five/return five more, frames
• Communication
⁃ Mailing list sign-up
⁃ Calendar of events
⁃ Cards, brochures, fliers - web info in card format (info on mailing list form)
⁃ Audio Tour, maps, info about installations
⁃ **Archive: "About elsewhere" materials**
⁃ Sign-in/Reflection/questions book
• Tools and Resources
⁃ What is installation?
⁃ Images
⁃ Strategies
⁃ Books
• Camera (pictures for sale - $2/poloroid if you create an installation, OR rent digital?)
• Buttons for sale?
• Aesthetics - glass, clean, lights, grand, organization system, "unit" feeling, communication strategies
PRIORITIES LIST
1. PHOTOGRAPH HUTCH
2. Pile of current elsewhere visitor stuff (?)
3. Mailing List (1hr)
4. Installation (3hrs)
5. Organize set-up of visitor center (2hr)
6. Two games of our own (2hr)
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Post-Unveiling Feedback with George and Steph
BEST
- Parts that send you into the space (limited as a result of GE opening)
- Game that involved switching out objects
QUESTION
- Map of center? Work or not work?
Response - Needs to be fleshed out more, deeper, more developed, self-sustaining
- Where does archival material live?
- Photos - post S/G arrival
- How do visitors encounter it? Is it accessible as is?
- Is it something for their second return? Is it for returning visitors?
- Are they encouraged to visit it?
- Are there elements in the space that send someone back to it?
- What is it used for, how are people directed to it?
- Is there a mirror?
- What are the public spaces of elsewhere? Map with context clues.
- How are permissions provided (wrt above)
MUSEUM DISPLAY - is a historical display
STORE COUNTER - Where materials and information is distributed, human to human
Buttons, promotional information, fliers, etc
VISITOR CENTER - pedagogical, clear
A way to communicate Elsewhere via process and organization
- Education is clear
- Refer to specific pieces in space
- About Elsewhere, deeper level (articles)
- Work about the work
- Work by current artists
- (i say - further opps to engage, such as promotional materials, calendar, web address, under guise of "learn more")
IDEAS
- Game of unit as a whole (overarching theme) across whole unit
- (((aside - in kitchen, etc are we on display?)))
- Find and retrieve - not necessary getting, but recording. Games that are actually interesting for people.
- Using objects to speak "Open me" "Look here!" etc
- What I saw log - visitors can point each other to something that they saw in space -
using words, maps and images...
- mini-collections org'd by themed
- shopping
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!
The barges down in the river flop.
Flop, plop.
Above, beneath.
From the slimy branches the grey drips drop,
As they scraggle black on the thin grey sky,
Where the black cloud rack-hackles drizzle and fly
To the oozy waters, that lounge and flop
On the black scrag piles, where the loose cords plop,
As the raw wind whines in the thin tree-top.
Plop, plop.
And scudding by
The boatmen call out hoy! and hey!
All is running water and sky,
And my head shrieks -- "Stop,"
And my heart shrieks -- "Die."
* * * * *
My thought is running out of my head;
My love is running out of my heart,
My soul runs after, and leaves me as dead,
For my life runs after to catch them -- and fled
They all are every one! -- and I stand, and start,
At the water that oozes up, plop and plop,
On the barges that flop
And dizzy me dead.
I might reel and drop.
Plop.
Dead.
And the shrill wind whines in the thin tree-top
Flop, plop.
* * * * *
A curse on him.
Ugh! yet I knew -- I knew --
If a woman is false can a friend be true?
It was only a lie from beginning to end --
My Devil -- My "Friend"
I had trusted the whole of my living to!
Ugh; and I knew!
Ugh!
So what do I care,
And my head is empty as air --
I can do,
I can dare,
(Plop, plop
The barges flop
Drip drop.)
I can dare! I can dare!
And let myself all run away with my head
And stop.
Drop.
Dead.
Plop, flop.
Plop.
Via my friend Katie, who has a lovely blog at xk8tx.livejournal.com . Used without permission but we are all part of one big rhizome, and with attribution I can't imagine her caring that I've drawn this line.
solution. first, realize that all things are rhythmic and therefore,
cyclical. next, realize that there is no such thing as tangents, or
lines tangent, in periodic waveforms (until you start doing calculus,
but thats a whole other topic for discussion) only the periodic
function itself. now, view it like this. the waveform is composed of an
infinite number of varying frequencies composed together in such a way
that it forms one massive periodic function. this massive function is
life, and all the components are the things that make it up. realize
that you never went on tangent katie, you just encountered some
variable or constant along the way that gave a change of frequency or a
phase shift.
Is it possible to make play exist coherently on a tv? Because at this moment it is looking like the camera is a work zone, though I know that good ol' JJ, our resident surveillance artist would disagree. I call her resident because our community is ephemeral at all times, and I feel in many ways that everybody's who's passed through here is still part of the larger disembodied community of Elsewhere, hundreds of artists turned ghosts rummaging through the toy bin at all hours of the night. But with JJ specifically, I'm on some level convinced that she's still looking at us constantly; surely among all this stuff it wouldn't have been too difficult to plant a small camera somewhere that to this day remains unnoticed, transmitting to her current location in Missouri.
I owe her a letter.
Look:
There I am, photographing her video setup a day or two after I met her. I was told to take a photograph of her for a promotional postcard two days after she arrived; these images are all from that photoshoot. There I am. She did a good job of disrupting the usual photoshoot dynamics in a way that still proves instructive.
Single lens reflex cameras, like the Canon that put me deeper in to debt than my truck, allow the seeing of the other through a series of mirrors and prisms at an angle that doesn't demand any degree of self-reflexivity, unlike most mirror-based devices. It is a machine designed to see the other and put them on display; as my friend Eliza, a former Elsewhere intern wrote me last night (seeing as she is psychic),
"the similarity between photography and taxidermy
is suspended in a terrifying ambiguity of kinetic possibility
is a sphinx in a laboratory coat
reeks of authority
programs the celebration of death (of deadness?)
...consider mount rushmore
...consider the stern museum face of cultural hegemony
...consider the procession of endlessly renewing resignifications by which the objects are inescapably haunted."
My project at the moment is to figure out how to translate a play in to a work. City is several years of activity in a space by many members of this community- it's made of the buildup of signification of architecture, a button currency system, internal politics and underhanded dealings and revolutions, trials, mafia, legitimate enterprise, beauraucracy, businesses, beach, press, emergency services, mass transit and more. It's a process of play, of dynamic signification of the endless signs present in this space, and can only happen in this space. Perhaps more to the point, it's a dynamic resignification that happens too fast for a camera to follow; a big part of it is a fluidity of role of both person and object that is inhibited by the taxonomic eye of the camera.
It is shimmering, polymorphous perverse, a huge pain in the ass, the most beautiful part.
So we have to make a film about this thing that makes it make sense to an audience that has never seen the thing and is unable to participate. We've tried taking pictures of this zone of play but the act of taking pictures transformed the thing in to work, because to look without the other's looking being memorialized on an equal level makes the camera's frame in to an instant, portable proscenium stage, with audience and performer in fixed roles. One of the major political points of this whole project has been to break down lines between self and other, interior and exterior, scientist and experiment. So are we really going to be taking out the voice of myself as the cameraman, imposing a third person narrator who knows everything about what is going on, a voice of God issuing forth from the projection machine?
Science has known this for years. I remember vaguely from my physics class in high school that there are particles at the atomic or subatomic level for which you could not know both the velocity and the location, because the surveillance method for determining velocity changed the particles location, and the surveillance method for determining location changed velocity.
Ethnography should have known this for years, but since social science is a less quantitatively certain discipline with a necessarily larger amount of hand-waving, it's been a slower process of noting the social realities dictated by technologies of reproduction. My longest paper in college was twenty seven pages on Robert Gardner's documentary Dead Birds. I quote from this paper:
I read this stunned at how applicable this stuff is to what I'm thinking of these days.His style is described as poetic, mythological, sublime, heresy, manipulative, immoral, and as art disguised as anthropology. Though frequently criticized for a strange disregard for the representational concerns of his subjects, Gardner’s voice is a unique one in Ethnographic [sic] film, one that is concerned above all with finding common metaphysical ground between subject and viewer.
...
When Gardner revisited the Baliem River Valley in 1989 to produce a sequel to Dead Birds, he was sad about their adaptations to the tourist industry that was, in fact, largely driven by reaction to Gardner's film, tourists eager to see the primitives in person. Gardner chastises his former subjects in an unpublished version of his article The More Things Change: "Part of me felt they had shown themselves to be all too willing collaborators in the business of change. How could they tolerate so much compromise with what had been such a compelling life?"
...
Gardner projected Dead Birds for his subjects in 1989 after the film had been in circulation for years, realizing only too late that the language barrier would prevent them from understanding the film. Furthermore, Gardner understands little said by the Dani except for their requests for Western goods, like a radio and pants.
...
Later, the death of Wejakey is avenged by the killing of an intruding enemy, and the enemy’s corpse is shown immediately after a shot of a bird. During the final scene of celebration of the killing of an enemy pig thief, we see a lone bird flying in the sky. Immediately after showing the corpse, we see Pua is eating a dead bird by firelight and putting bird feathers in his hair, while sounds of celebration are heard distantly in the background.
...
This idea of manifesting invisible psycho-cultural and ritual forces on celluloid is an important one for a film about spiritual warfare, and it is worth looking at Gardner’s ways of providing visual evidence for ghosts, the invisible, unfilmable, archetypal entities who exert a force on the lives of the Dani. Says Gardner’s narration, “The ghosts, which more than anything else rule the lives of these people, work mostly in the dark.” This work consists mostly of spoiling food and accosting passerby, throttling them to death.
...
Watchtowers are protected with magic charms, such as a toy bow, to prevent vengeful spirits from interfering with the work of the watchmen. Um’ue does magic to keep the ghosts away by making a bundle of fragrant grasses and raspberry attached to branches, which boys carry through the village’s paths to sweep the ghosts away. Villagers build a fenced enclosure during the preparations for the feast as built as a temporary resting place for wandering ghosts, and a path is drawn in the dirt to the fence’s doorway so the ghosts can find the entrance. When preparing Wejakey for cremation, he is bathed with pig fat, that the ghost of Wejakey “might not feel neglected.” Much of the evocation of ghosts is verbal- Gardner informs us that the men leave battle while it’s till light out to avoid ghosts, he explains that the Dani avoid going out at night to avoid unneeded encounters with the ghosts, and so on. However, film is primarily a visual medium, and since we cannot see the thing itself, we are presented with its effect on the physical existence of the Dani.
