Doan become Blase about the cendres! senders! O shoulder!
the phone....
Interestingly enough Ted Hughes wrote The Telephone, a poem written around the same time as the Maclowe poem.
"J'interroge et j'invective", poéme de François Dufrene Isou's homage totwo tZAra
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that she rot in h e l l w i t h o t h e r Like All conservatives everywhere
like a fish needs a bicycle
April 21, 2013By Gabriel Levy
The philosopher Hezickizek hopes fervently for a “Thatcher of the left”, and pays homage to strong leaders, in the New Statesman this week. I think the opposite: we need a movement to turn the world upside down without such leaders and their potential for authoritarianism and hierarchy.
Zizek, regarded as a leading “left” intellectual, explains his point with reference to Winston Churchill’s approach to military decisions: to boil down the experts’ analysis into “a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’”._____________________________________________________
---------------------------------- As always he's (heZick) a sentimentalist living some fantasy of wha the imagines is the need, and thee case for otherS~ HE be wrong./people can decide for themselves and can think very well for their selves. People are not dumb ~
(he keeps yammering on about master this an masterthat its all masterbsturbations )
Im no t saying hes in bad faith hes just off the beat going the other way when most are trying to find ways to go elsewhere thinking different finding day to day answers and constructions of life and politics, and art....
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Relief au miroir,
the forgotten of the forgotten dadaist Marcel Janco
Marcel Janco, Relief au miroir, 1916 - 1917, Huile sur plâtre, incorporation de morceaux de miroir, 48,7 x 36,7 x 4,5 cm, Paris Centre Pompidou.
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Fantastico!Questa è la mia macchina per il caffèidentical(almost) to my own coffee maker!
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Tristan Tzara, Dada Into Surrealism, 1959
_________________Dada never became a school/ it was a movement. Deleuze and Guattari remark on this as well/ dada was a series of lines contrasted to surrealism which became a school i.e. it became stratified.
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JORDAN WOLFSON
The New York Times
By ROBERTA SMITH
Alex Zachary Peter Currie
16 East 77th Street, Manhattan
Through Feb. 18, 2012
“Animation, masks,” the 12-minute 29-second film that is the entirety of Jordan Wolfson’s New York gallery debut, has the hallmarks of a classic. It rejuvenates appropriation art through the incisive use of digital animation, achieving an intensity that rivets the ear and the eye while perturbing the mind.
Fluidly combining animation, photographs, clip-art and extraordinary color, this piece is like an exquisitely made Fabergé egg that explodes in your face. It contrasts various modes of representation, degrees of resolution and forms of aural communication (lovers’ pillow talk, poetry and song); implicates history and art history; and invokes several ethnic stereotypes.
Its only character is a jarringly stereotypical Shylockian Jew, with hooked nose, yarmulke, frizzed hair and beard and misshapen teeth, who is rendered in sleek high-definition animation (but only from the waist up). Sometimes benign, sometimes demonic, this gnomic cross between a Hasidic Woody Allen and a Semitic Yosemite Sam lip-syncs the sexy, whispered dialogue of a pair of young lovers that evokes the indie-film subcategory known as mumblecore, while executing repeated rap-music hand gestures.
Next, in a jump in D.I.Y. history, the voices of different people reciting Richard Brautigan’s 27-word, alone-and-happy “Love Poem” flow from his lips, its implications fluctuating with each speaker.
Meanwhile, images of largely white affluence abound. The Shylock character flips through recent issues of Vogue, whose crisp fashion spreads contrast with the grainy scenes that come and go behind him. Suggesting the rear-screen-projection and collage techniques of artists like Martha Rosler, Cindy Sherman and Laurie Simmons, these backdrops alternate lavish shelter-magazine interiors with decrepit loft building exteriors, à la Gordon Matta-Clark, conjuring SoHo’s mutation from artists’ haven to realtor heaven and, more generally, the rise of American materialism. Occasionally a succession of bright clip-art images flit across the character’s face, forming gorgeous masks that momentarily exoticize him.
Finally, he peers out over his magazine to the mellifluous strains of the great French crooner Charles Trenet singing his hit “La Mer.” His eyes turn soft, his mouth and beard are obscured. Suddenly he, too, has mutated, looking almost as sexy as the lovers sounded.
Mr. Wolfson, who specializes in film, installation and performance, is no stranger to mixing high and low culture, entertainment and social commentary. But he’s never pulled it off with such intellectual density or visual power, much less so perfect a balance of seduction and subversion. As the various parts of his explosive little film fly past, they are open to different interpretations but remain consistently sharp-edged and dangerous.
~~ Ahm 2 DifferEnt Song
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Ahm runnin aroun' in thee snowy naked. C u earliIsh lAtER
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breadth and heigth
a kingdom
yr twistin an turning as its time to go
n no'one's comin yr way
where's your gang your girl goo
O but lady P's not been there an
you doant know where shes at
coming along like this 's maybe breaking your heart
a nd sure its wastin' time
the nights you could you could make love make
her lips and yours joinin like a kingdom come
a kingdom come
this winter's come down dumber without her
and the air's duller
less nectar without her stars
her stars
and bridges
some of the dadas in paris, 1922 ~ Dig it dig them
MAN RAY. Photographie de quelques dadas de Paris, 1922.En haut, de gauche à droite : Bernard FAY, Tristan TZARA, Philippe SOUPAULT, Serge CHARCHOUNE ; En bas : MAN RAY, Paul ÉLUARD, Jacques RIGAUT, Céline ARNAULD, Georges RIBEMONT-DESSAIGNES
the kind
does it matter more ta you than one or the other? the other but no/but yes/ i mean if he wasnt bourgeoiis which he was but couldnt help but be ;so it dont not matter
Tzara thought Beckett (was) a good poet. The old dadaist, to my knowledge, didn't seem to know any of this other work. nor did he appear to know any of Joyce's
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"The kind of work I do," Beckett explained to Israel Schenker in a New York Times interview in 1966, before he'd closed the door to media, "is one in which I'm not master of my material.
The more Joyce knew the more he could do. He's tending toward omniscience and omnipotence as an artist. I'm working with impotence, ignorance. I don't think impotence has been exploited in the past."
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Tzara thought Beckett (was) a good poet. The old dadaist, to my knowledge, didn't seem to know any of this other work. nor did he appear to know any of Joyce's
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"The kind of work I do," Beckett explained to Israel Schenker in a New York Times interview in 1966, before he'd closed the door to media, "is one in which I'm not master of my material.
The more Joyce knew the more he could do. He's tending toward omniscience and omnipotence as an artist. I'm working with impotence, ignorance. I don't think impotence has been exploited in the past."
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paradises found as in found objects subjects
the air is a root ~hans arp
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The air is a root.
The stones are filled with tenderness. bravo.
bravo. the stones are filled with air.
the stones are watery branches.
on the stones replacing the mouth
grows the skeleton of a leaf. bravo.
A stone voice face to face and foot to foot
with a stone glance.
the stones are tormented like flesh
the stones are clouds for their second
nature dances to them on their third nose.
bravo. bravo.
when the stones scratch themselves, nails grow
on the roots. bravo. bravo.
the stones woke to eat the exact hour ~.
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..............O my god .. n apple a die we were just always Hungry...
.............. to get 'em outta jail.. without batting an eye
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ofwas therebeing?
dont tell me theyre still doing that? after this time of nouri and pourri? what gaboom is gthat? ghat boum yahwat?
cullagen yrforklie
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Raoul Hausmann
we demand the extension and conquest of every sensory capacity
Optophonetic and phonetic poetry represent the first step towards poetry that is perfectly non-objective and abstract. K P'ERI UM L P'ERIOUM N M' pernounnurn bpretiberrerrebee onooooooooh gplanpouk kommpout perikoul rreeeeeEEErreeeee A oapderree ringlepadonou nntnoutnournt
we demand the extension and conquest of every sensory capacity
Orson Welles Interview - featuring Isidore Isou Lettrism
OR Son Wellesssssssssssssssssss interviewing Isou Isou!
Orson Welles interviews the Romanian poet living in Paris featuring Isidore Isou Lettrism, important movement of sound poetry. Excerpt from the documentary film "Around the World with Orson Welles" St. Germain des Pres (1955).
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Artist who works in several mediums
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- The seconde time I was the TransSibErIan Train you were 16. Wenting east and west lack and berth.
- O saw can you sea the translate banging machine?
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OrpHeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeCd @orpheecdpoet"O, you mean the struggle for love and the sowiveall of the prettiest?" - legsbrewster: Joyce on marriage? F…http://tmblr.co/Zl7e2ydlxBB7 - “And you’ll see if I’m selfthought.” - From James Joyce’s ‘Finnegans Wake’ (p. 147) http://tmblr.co/Zl7e2ydlwHS5
- “Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were…” http://tmblr.co/Zl7e2ydlsiOK
- champagnechildren: “He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.” — James Joy… http://tmblr.co/Zl7e2ydk0kjN
- stellavine: ‘Nora’ 51 x 56cmAcrylic on canvas2011(Nora Barnacle - Joyce) O~ this is charmin~ http://tmblr.co/Zl7e2ydgvl0r
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If it gets any colder and windier then this city'll just clamber and become an igloo!
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Ile Sat upon the shore ~
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homme approximatif approximate man like me like you reader like
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe. 431
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. 401
Shantih shantih shantih 433
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider 407
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