"She dreamed of the building on top of which she was sleeping... as it was now, that is, under construction.
"The difference (between dreams and reality) in this case was reflected in the architecture, which is, in itself, a reciprocal mirroring of what has already been built and what will be built eventually. The all-important bridge between the two reflections was provided by a third term: the unbuilt.
"The architectural key to the built / unbuilt opposition, which analogies fail to capture, is the flight of time toward space. And dreaming is that flight....
Except in fables, people sleep in houses. Even if the houses haven't yet been built. And therein, perhaps lies the origin, the original cell, of the sedentary life. While habits, whether sedentary or nomadic, are made of time, dreams are time-free. Dreams are pure space, the species arrayed in eternity. That exclusivity is what makes architecture an art.
"The Australians...postulate a primal builder, whose work they presume only to interpret... beyond verification.. A time of sleeping.
"These intellectual dandies, these spinsters, these curious Aborigines make sure their eyes are closed while events take place, which allows them to see places as records of events.
"...geography as simple as it is effective: the point and the line... represented by the halt and the journey."
-Cesar Aira, from Ghosts
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Alt + Ouch
Consumptive estrangement
Fire the pool up
The land outside Safeway
Awesome
Lossless logic
Various levels of undress
Fat lip
To transfer or muddle
I am that platform
Carnivalesque over-accounting
Susceptible
Operants thrown out
In order to flee
Fire the pool up
The land outside Safeway
Awesome
Lossless logic
Various levels of undress
Fat lip
To transfer or muddle
I am that platform
Carnivalesque over-accounting
Susceptible
Operants thrown out
In order to flee
Friday, November 29, 2013
I’ve come to the end of my slope
Swallowed up in space
I cling to the debris of reason
drowned in its murmur
naked on the shore
Alien artifacts
relics of future rupture
sorry histories of perceptions
of cyclical catastrophe
ransacking the museum for possible weapons
castaway
on an inclined plane
© Vidy-L, Jean-Luc Marchina
I cling to the debris of reason
drowned in its murmur
naked on the shore
Alien artifacts
relics of future rupture
sorry histories of perceptions
of cyclical catastrophe
ransacking the museum for possible weapons
castaway
on an inclined plane
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Notebook of nine syllables
for Standard Schaefer
or Alt title (also for Stan Douglas)
If-Stan-Is-Stan
The new unhyphenated
Alt country
"...the body being a communism
of nerves and gimmicks"
Even Sisyphus is movin' on up
Autodidaction on demand
Certificate program to kill
We count cards
Quoting proust
Staffing museum
Alsos and still-have-yous
May the best church win
Said the rabbi's phone
Converting to wine
Now that the skin has been revealed
No, nothing, said Proust
Agriculture is overrated
planning unequal to
abandon
markets forcefed
and hoisted by yards (by petards)
by x or y axis
By blogpost she said
vision with danger
I stopped looking
Telepathic waxwings
Luscious fleshlike weeds
I tend toward blonde
lions of yestercheer
Ordure all announced
Now don't go all jed clampitt on me
Ouch said the little guy camper
Take care that she does
This pixel
Motion sickens the non-
human in him
Big bear and his bracelets
this pixel was made
for you and me
(written last sunday flying home from NC - with Standard's notebook in hand.)
or Alt title (also for Stan Douglas)
If-Stan-Is-Stan
The new unhyphenated
Alt country
"...the body being a communism
of nerves and gimmicks"
Even Sisyphus is movin' on up
Autodidaction on demand
Certificate program to kill
We count cards
Quoting proust
Staffing museum
Alsos and still-have-yous
May the best church win
Said the rabbi's phone
Converting to wine
Now that the skin has been revealed
No, nothing, said Proust
Agriculture is overrated
planning unequal to
abandon
markets forcefed
and hoisted by yards (by petards)
by x or y axis
By blogpost she said
vision with danger
I stopped looking
Telepathic waxwings
Luscious fleshlike weeds
I tend toward blonde
lions of yestercheer
Ordure all announced
Now don't go all jed clampitt on me
Ouch said the little guy camper
Take care that she does
This pixel
Motion sickens the non-
human in him
Big bear and his bracelets
this pixel was made
for you and me
(written last sunday flying home from NC - with Standard's notebook in hand.)
Saturday, October 19, 2013
The Horse Omnibus
- seems to be about militarism and praxis? there should be the smell of orange in the air.
Lost in the circular
order of the coif
I marched into autonomy
all the way down
without name, no history
no reason, no law
all arms, no letters
Guilty of the practical
of the three legged stool
Feeling without smell
largely by bleeding
If I am vampiric
or lucid In gotham
I propose land to the left
next to the left-right-left
Did I mishear
I meant anti-anthropomorphic
Juke or cut
Surgeons of the general order
Lock of my hair
blocking vision
Sick cosmic joke
to insert the bit
about bitter pills
about the valorisation of valor
Fatalism por favor
Here's a cube of flesh
for the dogs
Lost in the circular
order of the coif
I marched into autonomy
all the way down
without name, no history
no reason, no law
all arms, no letters
Guilty of the practical
of the three legged stool
Feeling without smell
largely by bleeding
If I am vampiric
or lucid In gotham
I propose land to the left
next to the left-right-left
Did I mishear
I meant anti-anthropomorphic
Juke or cut
Surgeons of the general order
Lock of my hair
blocking vision
Sick cosmic joke
to insert the bit
about bitter pills
about the valorisation of valor
Fatalism por favor
Here's a cube of flesh
for the dogs
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Ideas Have Consequences - Adam Curtis
Quotations from Adam Curtis's interview with Hans Ulricht Obrist in e-flux.
"How ideas have led us to this position in ways that those who had the ideas didn't really intend."
"[Proust is] part of the problem, which is that obsession with your own experience... What ... happens with Proust is you get the rise of the one voice, the inner voice, which dominates literature today."
"Inner feelings are everything."
"We're living in a conservative age, and it produces cowardly art..."
"...part of the individualism of our age is not just a reflection of the rise of consumer capitalism. I also think it was part of a very conscious political project after the second world war that deliberately tried to push people away from becoming collective."
"...my working theory is that we live in a managerial age, which doesn’t want to look to the future. It just wants to manage the present. A lot of art has become a way of looking back at the last sixty years of the modernist project, which we feel has failed. It’s almost like a lost world, and we are cataloging it, quoting it, reconfiguring it, filing it away into sliding drawers as though we were bureaucrats with no idea what any of it means. They’ve got nothing to say about it except that they know it didn’t work. It’s not moving onwards—we’re just like academic archaeologists. It’s terribly, terribly conservative and static, but maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe in a reactionary, conservative age, that’s what art finds itself doing. The problem is that it pretends to be experimental and forward-looking."
"I think the way forward is somehow to make it emotional, to rediscover the idea of transcending yourself and joining together with other people.... I think the mood of the moment has to do with a sense that if you’re going to the woods on your own, it’s scary, and you feel weak. But if you go with your friends, it’s fun. A lot of politics hasn’t understood this."
"...I believe that ideas have consequences. And why I like people like Weber is because they are challenging what I see as that crude left-wing vulgar Marxism that says that everything happens because of economic forces within society.... I’ve never believed that. Of course, economic forces have a great effect on us. But actually, people’s ideas have enormous consequences...."
"I have this theory that you can take very complicated ideas, which are at the root of our present world, simplify them, make them entertaining and funny, yet still keep the essence of what they’re saying. That’s the fundamental thing I believe in. And I loathe the opposite view that you can’t do this without being complicated and obscure and talking as though to only a small, elite group. So I would read someone like Max Weber and think to myself, well, actually, that’s similar to a funny story I found last week about targets and hospitals. I can put the two together."
"I want everyone to have champagne. I want everyone to enjoy the clever things that people do. What I loathe are those who try and keep them secret, and use them as a way of proving that they’re clever."
"How ideas have led us to this position in ways that those who had the ideas didn't really intend."
"[Proust is] part of the problem, which is that obsession with your own experience... What ... happens with Proust is you get the rise of the one voice, the inner voice, which dominates literature today."
"Inner feelings are everything."
"We're living in a conservative age, and it produces cowardly art..."
"...part of the individualism of our age is not just a reflection of the rise of consumer capitalism. I also think it was part of a very conscious political project after the second world war that deliberately tried to push people away from becoming collective."
"...my working theory is that we live in a managerial age, which doesn’t want to look to the future. It just wants to manage the present. A lot of art has become a way of looking back at the last sixty years of the modernist project, which we feel has failed. It’s almost like a lost world, and we are cataloging it, quoting it, reconfiguring it, filing it away into sliding drawers as though we were bureaucrats with no idea what any of it means. They’ve got nothing to say about it except that they know it didn’t work. It’s not moving onwards—we’re just like academic archaeologists. It’s terribly, terribly conservative and static, but maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe in a reactionary, conservative age, that’s what art finds itself doing. The problem is that it pretends to be experimental and forward-looking."
"I think the way forward is somehow to make it emotional, to rediscover the idea of transcending yourself and joining together with other people.... I think the mood of the moment has to do with a sense that if you’re going to the woods on your own, it’s scary, and you feel weak. But if you go with your friends, it’s fun. A lot of politics hasn’t understood this."
"...I believe that ideas have consequences. And why I like people like Weber is because they are challenging what I see as that crude left-wing vulgar Marxism that says that everything happens because of economic forces within society.... I’ve never believed that. Of course, economic forces have a great effect on us. But actually, people’s ideas have enormous consequences...."
"I have this theory that you can take very complicated ideas, which are at the root of our present world, simplify them, make them entertaining and funny, yet still keep the essence of what they’re saying. That’s the fundamental thing I believe in. And I loathe the opposite view that you can’t do this without being complicated and obscure and talking as though to only a small, elite group. So I would read someone like Max Weber and think to myself, well, actually, that’s similar to a funny story I found last week about targets and hospitals. I can put the two together."
"I want everyone to have champagne. I want everyone to enjoy the clever things that people do. What I loathe are those who try and keep them secret, and use them as a way of proving that they’re clever."
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Separating Nietzsche’s Tongue From His Cheek
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The problem is perhaps how to embrace the incommensurable, i.e., without keeping accounts.
In Debt – The First
5000 Years, David Graeber describes a baseline
communism as a component underlying much human activity (if only we would be
more aware of this and openly celebrate it!), at home, with friends, even
within the most profit-driven corporations. That is, when I’m at my day job,
with my co-workers, I don’t keep accounts of how much B owes me & vice
versa – e.g., I loaned him a pencil last week, and I helped him out in a pinch...
but B is not going to become my debt peon for this. There is an element of “from each according
to her abilities to each according to her needs” that goes on. Other metaphors used for this involve carrying
ones own weight – not for oneself but for the “team” or (ugh) “for the good of
the order.”
In this light, the assertion that “communism knows no debt” shouldn’t
astonish us. It’s just outside of the
rules of exchange -- refusing to keep accounts, which in an ethnographic
context makes sense, that is, as a descriptor of behavior but not necessarily an
ideal.
Graeber has an intriguing discussion of Nietzsche’s historical
argument in Genealogy of Morals (in Debt
starting at ~page 78), in brief that N accepts and runs with Adam Smith’s
presumptions about human nature, about humans as calculating machines. Per Graeber, Nietzsche & Smith anticipate
“Levi-Strauss’s famous argument that language is the ‘exchange of words.’”
Graeber “think[s]
Nietzsche helps us... to understand the concept of
redemption. Niezsche’s account of “primeval times” might be absurd, but his
description of Christianity – of how a sense of debt is transformed into an
abiding sense of guilt, and guilt to self-loathing, and self-loathing to
self-torture – all of this does ring very true.”
Graeber has a very telling footnote where he suggests that
Deleuze was naive to accept N’s historical argument, which was really just an
“imaginative exercise.”
I think G is being way too nice to Nietzsche here, even if this
reading of N does help G’s argument. And even if G is right, the smokescreen and
cynicism of such an exercise – and the fact that it has duped generations of
readers – can’t be easily forgiven (or maybe I should say "forgotten," to avoid the redemptive). In any case, this is one of my favorite passages in Graeber's book. I find myself revisiting it.
“…for Nietzsche,
starting from Adam Smith’s assumptions about human nature means we must
necessarily end up with something very much along the lines of primordial-debt
theory. On the one hand, it is because of our feeling of debt to the ancestors
that we obey the ancestral laws: this is why we feel that the community has the
right to react “like an angry creditor” and punish us for our transgressions if
we break them.…"
"There is also every
reason to believe that Nietzsche knew the premise was insane; in fact, that
this was the entire point. What Nietzsche is doing here is starting out from
the standard, common-sense assumptions about the nature of human beings
prevalent in his day (and to a large extent, still prevalent)-that we are
rational calculating machines, that commercial self-interest comes before
society, that “society” itself is just a way of putting a kind of temporary lid
on the resulting conflict. That is, he is starting out from ordinary bourgeois
assumptions and driving them to a place where they can only shock a bourgeois
audience.
It’s a worthy game and
no one has ever played it better; but it’s a game played entirely within the
boundaries of bourgeois thought. It has nothing to say to anything that lies
beyond that. The best response to anyone who wants to take seriously
Nietzsche’s fantasies about savage hunters chopping pieces off each other’s
bodies for failure to remit are the words of an actual hunter-gatherer – an
Inuit from Greenland made famous in the Danish writer Peter Freuchen’s Book of
the Eskimo. Freuchen tells how one day, after coming home hungry from an
unsuccessful walrus-hunting expedition, he found one of the successful hunters
dropping off several hundred pounds of meat. He thanked him profusely. The man
objected indignantly:
“Up in our country we are human! “ said the hunter. “And since we are human we help each other. We don’t like to hear anybody say thanks for that. What I get today you may get tomorrow. Up here we say that by gifts one makes slaves and by whips one makes dogs.”
The last line is
something of an anthropological classic, and similar statements about the
refusal to calculate credits and debits can be found through the
anthropological literature on egalitarian hunting societies. Rather than seeing
himself as human because he could make economic calculations, the hunter
insisted that being truly human meant refusing to make such calculations,
refusing to measure or remember who had given what to whom, for the precise
reason that doing so would inevitably create a world where we began “comparing
power with power, measuring, calculating” and reducing each other to slaves or
dogs through debt.”
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Winky – An Affective Map
-for Spike
“...affect is primary, non-conscious, asubjective or presubjective, unqualified and intensive; while emotion is derivative, conscious, qualified and meaningful, a 'content' that can be attributed to an already constituted subject.” -Brian Massumi
Clobbered by names
What belongs to & resonates space
The very 'real' interior action
the way we accept physical limits
so-called virgin siblings
that precede the actual
We can only fill in the blank
invest in hesitation
aswim in false judgment
condensed feeling
to celebrate what emotion captures
Territory is too religious
characterization
in other words
a mere trace
the self-bullying extreme
record of what ravaged
Trapped in our own belonging
how we own and are owned
how we hate and love
how we cringe at the sharp blade
How doubled
obligation
exceeds its traverse
how immeasurable
intensity cooks
“...affect is primary, non-conscious, asubjective or presubjective, unqualified and intensive; while emotion is derivative, conscious, qualified and meaningful, a 'content' that can be attributed to an already constituted subject.” -Brian Massumi
Clobbered by names
What belongs to & resonates space
The very 'real' interior action
the way we accept physical limits
so-called virgin siblings
that precede the actual
We can only fill in the blank
invest in hesitation
aswim in false judgment
condensed feeling
to celebrate what emotion captures
Territory is too religious
characterization
in other words
a mere trace
the self-bullying extreme
record of what ravaged
Trapped in our own belonging
how we own and are owned
how we hate and love
how we cringe at the sharp blade
How doubled
obligation
exceeds its traverse
how immeasurable
intensity cooks
Saturday, July 13, 2013
No Optical Significance
Income payments
To figure deduction
Misplaced cash
You smell the sulphur
In the ear as on the page
They almost rhyme
The great outdoors
The body at each instant
Troubadours
Etymological river runs
Words but no music
All dignity
Sentiments and found philosophy
Questionable credit card activity
Whatever edge they might once have possessed
Sad penguins
Vivid loyalty
Cognitive maps
Down to the last trace
Parents will be sacrificed
Out of sheer boredom
We barked like dogs
Like sweating blankety-blanks but worse
Sanctified by the executive
Monopoly privilege
Glories of a long reign
Because of isotopes
Because of insolvency
Monday, July 8, 2013
Work Man
"Violence in art as a mirror reflecting the bleakest version of humanity..."
-Amanda Manitach
Every selection, every decision is a little violence. The artist who cut off his right hand to display it in a self portrait. The end of the hand in contemporary painting. Disclaimer: it was a kind of multiple self portrait. A phantom limb.
Do not think you're like me
Not very much alike
I did it for the money
whispered sotto voce
one has to play the game to win
He closed his eyes
ran his prosthetic hand over his face
It's my book
The whole world is a coincidence
I'm sorry my phone wrote this
The whole world is a coincidence
Maybe that is what freedom is
Suffering accumulates said my phone and that's a fact
The greater the suffering the smaller the coincidence
In the hurricane we find communion
Strange vindictive creature, said Dr. Smith
Dear Will Robinson
Dear Robinson Crusoe
Until a poem begins to exist
Hannah Arendt's existential couplet
symptoms hold me till I slump or peak
till words exceed
that old fool analysis
Broken letter in my hands
like a life raft
face value or smile
to perform enjoyment
misery conceals my exploit
Thank you very much
No longer enough
Humiliation
is an enhancement
a feature not a flaw
feels my need
to feel invested
This I submit
steps twice
my wager dismembered
the river
after history left me
Machetes
my layer mask
the effects of cold cash
Global warmth
Bermuda triangle or
Arctic circle
Will pay for good time
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Disinterested Interests
In the end the principle of my choice really will be my own feeling of painful or not- painful, of pain and pleasure. There is Hume’s famous aphorism which says: If I am given the choice between cutting my little finger and the death of someone else, even if I am forced to cut my little finger, nothing can force me to think that cutting my little finger is preferable to the death of someone else.
So, these are irreducible choices which are non-transferable in relation to the subject. This principle of an irreducible, non-transferable, atomistic individual choice which is unconditionally referred to the subject himself is what is called interest.
-M. Foucault, The Birth of Biopolitics, 272.
In fact, what links individuals in civil society is not maximum profit from exchange, it is a series of what could be called “disinterested interests.” What will this be? Well, Ferguson says, what links individuals to each other in civil society is instinct, sentiment, and sympathy, it is the impulses of benevolence individuals feel for each other, but is also the loathing of others, repugnance for the misfortune of individuals, but possibly the pleasure taken in the misfortune of others with whom one will break. This, then, is the first difference between the bonds that bring economic subjects together and those that bring together individuals belonging to civil society: there is a distinct set of non-egoist interests, a distinct interplay of non-egoist, disinterested interests which is much wider than egoism itself.
-ibid, 302.
Friday, July 5, 2013
Courtesy Leaps (or the leap of courtesy)
Comrades - I write to ask Stalin to decide
There is no correct answer
What I really want is good imperialism
Kindness - that's the shit
Paris spleen
Fidelity at cost
Please remind me to mind myself
On Monday democracy looks lost
My fortune cookie said charm is severe
Tuesday's undoing
It sails into the blinds
to quell the noxious fumes
-------------
Greek splankhnon (from the same PIE root as spleen) was a word for the principal internal organs, which also were felt in ancient times to be the seat of various emotions. Greek poets, from Aeschylus down, regarded the bowels as the seat of the more violent passions such as anger and love, but by the Hebrews they were seen as the seat of tender affections, especially kindness, benevolence, and compassion. Splankhnon was used in Septuagint to translate a Hebrew word, and from thence early Bibles in English rendered it in its literal sense as bowels, which thus acquired in English a secondary meaning of "pity, compassion" (late 14c.). But in later editions the word often was translated as heart. Bowel movement is attested by 1874.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Reckless with Details
not for publication
windthrow events
due to condemnation
opportunities to achieve other directives
to harvest
catastrophic events
all trace of passivity
schizophrenics know they exist
our paradise
status as commodity
stock at the stage of fabrication
considerable chunks
intercourse with Barbarians
the odious name of the Manichees
safety & solidity of regal power
admiration of Byzantine riches
in the original
in the modern appellations of Perigord
in a single day
in the waves
in the naked and disorderly crowd of Africans & Moors
in the splendor & rapidity of their victorious career
in the clouds
in the pity for the man
in the purple
in the ferociousness of manners
in the public esteem
in the property of the father
in the foaming waves
in war
in the general desolation
gratitude of the penitents
immense space
in the eyes of the Chinese
great measure
attack of the bridge
oblivion
in the enjoyment of peace
the active memory of the eradication
his job
in the face of the complexity
the Platonic Socrates
on point of lance
just sitting there with a prisoner
in a strange part of the ship
childhood
even private unhappiness
footholds
its more optimistic cast
among all the noise
our recluse
their savior
your last Great Dictator
no intention to form others
the power to exclude
data points
so many customers
in such a foreclosure
entire families
to debt slavery
Friday, June 21, 2013
Castaway
I am swallowed up in space
I cling to the debris of
reason
drowned in its murmuring
naked on the shore
Alien artifacts
relics of future rupture
sorry histories of
perceptions
of cyclical catastrophe
ransacking the museum for
possible weapons
precipitation on an inclined
plane
I’ve come to the end of my
slope
Sunday, May 5, 2013
The Medium of Contingency & Soft Dogma
From the upcoming AU discussion -- with enhancements regarding
openness (which, per Negarastani, domesticates -- it's merely a form of soft dogma!?) vs. closure
(which turns itself into a good meal).
"Why has the concept of contingency taken on a marked importance both in contemporary philosophy
and in contemporary art practice? And if
this simultaneity derives from parallel problems met with in the two
different fields, what are their common roots?
At its simplest 'contingency' refers to the attempt to think events that take place but need not take place: events that could be, or could have been, otherwise. Why does such an apparently simple concept lead us into a rich new vein of speculative thought?" (R Mackay)
The Medium
of Contingency was published by Urbanomic in 2011
around an art exhibition and discussion that occurred at the Thomas Dane
Gallery in London. The exhibition was organized by Miguel
Abreu Gallery and Urbanomic.
TMC
includes four short talks and a discussion that engages political economics,
philosophy and artistic production. Video here.
____
I find Negarestani's notion of
closure particularly provocative. Emphasis added below.
Complicity exhibits this necessary shift from the inhibitive role of commonalities to the role of closure as a focused engagement with contingency, its intrusions, twists and suspensions. Whilst openness domesticates the thought of contingency through affordable states of interaction, commonalities and other forms of soft dogma, closure, on the other hand, turns itself into a 'good meal' or a 'genuine prey' for the real expression of contingency and its unrestricted play: the more closed a work, the more radically it is subjected to the interventions of its contingent materials, the wider it is broadened and butchered opened to the outside. Therefore, we can say that closure realises openness in its radical sense: not as openness toward the possibility of contingencies from the outside, but as a 'being opened' by the contingent materials that form the work. This is why complicity is a twisted form of embracing contingency, because it has an inverse mechanism: through closure, complicity seeks to twist the soft dogma of 'openness toward contingent materials' into a 'being-opened by contingent materials'.
...
Complicity reformulates the
rigorous closure of the work as a narrative plot where contingent events
unfold, where unpredictable twists take shape and where the work becomes the
subject of experimentation of its own materials. It is essential for the artist
to see the artistic production as a conspiracy of contingent influences; as the
work proceeds toward completion and coherency, the plot thickens. In this
conspiracy, the plot twist is that so-called 'creative
openness' turns out to have been a distraction all along: the closure of the work is the only way
to participate with and uncover the conspiracy of contingent materials, by
luring the forces of contingency to play their weirdest games, and in doing so,
to reveal themselves. To this end, when it comes to the thought of contingency, the artist must recognise herself
as the conspiracy theorist of her materials. But we must first realise that
the work of contingency is neither horrific nor suspenseful; it is subtly
twisted. In thinking the conspiracy of contingent materials, one can think of a
continuum where everyday superficiality, horror, reason, comedy, suspense and
seamless uneventfulness are all fuzzy gradients of the same contingent universe
that might be brought in and out of focus without respect to any necessity
whatsoever.
____
Introduction
by Robin Mackay. Reza Negarestani: Contingency and Complicity.
Elie Ayache: In the Middle of the Event. Matthew
Poole: Art, Human Capital & The Medium of Contingency.
MORE
Selected text from Robin Mackay's introduction:
"...contingency
cannot be thought through neo-romantic concepts of openness, chance, and
process: it demands instead a special sort of discipline. As Reza Negarestani
argues ...this practice must dissolve certain cliches that have crystallised
around the artistic engagement with contingency. We always risk relapsing
onto models that fail before contingency: models that return us to the
metaphysics of chance and calculation; or which re-affirm the privilege of
meaning-making over material contingencies. Negarestani... asks what sort of
rigorous conceptual preparation is necessary in order to make one's work - or
oneself - a 'good meal' for these anonymous [contingent] materials.
"Ayache argues
that we must rethink our image of the market by understanding that, in
practice, traders do not calculate price on the basis of probabilistic tools,
but directly and effectively wnte price as the contingent reality of the
market, now. The market is therefore not a set of probabilities, but the very
medium of contingency. ... Its events are effective without prevision or
reason."
Ayache compares the
act of writing options contracts with literary creation, as a material
inscription of difference directly in the real, creating a future that is in
principle unforeseeable.
These [artistic]
works [can be] written in the hope and knowledge that the interaction of their
anticipations will create in the now the reality of an exchange of art and
thought. They can thus be considered, in Ayache's words, 'technologies of the
future [ ... ] but only insofar as we wish that the difference they will make
in the future may make a difference today'.
... Ayache's
characterization of the market as the site of radical contingency will also be
read alongside another claim: that contemporary art's coming to terms with its
own implication in various forms of exchange can be read as a synecdoche for
fundamental sociopolitical changes wrought by neo-liberal capitalism. It
is within this process of adjustment that Matthew Poole's work locates the
figure of the curator.
Liberal economics
enabled us, as an article of faith, to distinguish between our inalienable,
sovereign self, and our 'labour capital', that part of ourselves exposed to the
contingencies of the market, to trading and speculation. In neo-liberal
capital, the distinction is being eroded, as the changing nature of work sees
the performance of the self entirely integrated into Capitalist production -
the notion of 'human capital', the monetization of social networks, the
obligation to 'curate' and present the self, and the 'experience economy'.
Submitted to exchange value, human 'assets' have now become subject to
speculation and trading, so that the once sovereign values of self, experience
and memory become subject to the contingencies of the market."
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Dale Yarger's Differend
-from an old notebook of Dale's, probably early 70s
I don’t believe in Buddha
I don’t believe in Jesus
I don’t believe in freedom
I don’t believe in lies
I believe in electricity
I believe in fear
I believe in death
I believe in falsehood
I believe in ambiguity
I believe in chance
I don’t believe in nature
I don’t believe in cities
I don’t believe in love
I believe in dancing
I don’t believe in work
I believe in games
I don’t believe in myself
I don’t believe in fiction
I don’t believe in life
I don’t believe in truth
I don’t believe in poetry
I don’t believe in art
I don’t believe in sin
I don’t believe in purity
I don’t believe in sport
I don’t believe in action
I don’t believe in fun
I don’t believe in success
I don’t believe in fame
I believe in a greater intelligence than myself
I don’t believe in sympathy
I don’t believe in health
I don’t like food but
I like Coca-Cola
I don’t like drugs but
I like to smoke
I don’t believe in tobacco
I don’t believe in ethics
I don’t believe in justice
I don’t believe in god
I don’t believe in the violent
I don’t believe in worship
I don’t believe in beauty
I don’t’ believe in fate
I don’t believe in science
I don’t believe in logic
I don’t put much faith in illogic
I don’t take to dogma
I don’t deny reactionaries
I don’t like to think
I don’t like to solve problems
I have never made anything worthwhile
I have never denied my hope
I have never tried to commit suicide
I have never made myself laugh
I always end up close to where I began
I get confused often
I feel like homemade shit
I can’t always laugh
I can’t always desecrate
I can’t always escape
I can’t always win
I can’t always lose
I can’t always see straight
I can’t always concentrate
I can count on sleep
I can count on dreams
I can count on disease
I like being sick.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Blind Carbon
“The burning space between one letter and the next...” -Jabes
Opposing thumbs
a feeling of if
a feeling of why
an interstice whose art is to work
as relations are
to the wrong facts
I mean formal dynamics
against speech
Man O War who sired 379 foils
heart attack at 30
This is where I
white out of
betweens (love
the crispy crackers)
I never vomit but
swallow chalk
to eject the defined
negative
lyric extreme
Flesh in dreams
inadequate to convict
said snoozefest
subject and object
medicated with
bifurcating hooks
Let us ghost that hammock
and spread acres of fat
a valley's loins
officer, did you take my hat?
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