Showing posts with label Salutations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Salutations. Show all posts

Monday, May 23, 2011

On Minimalism and Breadths

Sorry I've been away.

I've been working with the Free University of San Francisco
teaching a course called Intro to Minimalism

When I was asked to teach a course
I chose those topics recently addressed here
that of Minimalism and the nature of Art

I billed the class as "A Critical Theory Primer"
my intention being the education of Dialectical Criticism
through the real-time criticizing of the Minimalist Art Object

This is how I explained it in my proposal:
Appearing, at first, 
like a deep textual analysis of Minimalism's simplest definition, 
but over its five weeks worth of opening remarks 
(Minimalism, Subject, Object, Expression, Spectacle), 
proving to be a minimalist critique 
of western philosophy's 
underlying fetishization of the Subject 
and subsequent suppression of its all encompassing Other.

As this course was a continuance of our work
I'm going to post my notes for the course here

This may take a while
as many of the notes are heavily formatted

I've invited the students from my class to
and I encourage them and you to comment
as always, freely

Expect much soon.


Saturday, August 7, 2010

Monday, July 19, 2010

A Note on a Note on the Metaphysics of Text

The last post
A Note on the Metaphysics of Text
may have gone to your Readers twice

This was an accident
the First of which was unfinished
the Second is complete

So if you read the First
Jump in where it left off on the Second
Or just come all the way over
&
See things in their context for a change

Sunday, July 18, 2010

A Note on the Metaphysics of Text

It has been about 18 months since I started Liberty Tries To Awaken Sleeping Reason
All the while, you proud few have followed me along
without which this could, literally, not have been possible
& I never stopped once to let you in on how its all supposed to work
So, to reward your most patient patience
I figured I'd give you the key to how this thing is supposed to happen.

This comes, to my own discredit, on the heels of some major changes to our little space here.
But that doesn't diminish your importance in the least,
really on the contrary:
You have asserted yourselves in the work since the very beginning,
and if this note is coming into being
it does so with your hands in it.

This comes down to what
Liberty Tries To Awaken Sleeping Reason is:
A Metablog
which
to understand that better
We'll look at something similar
Metafiction
definition via Wikipedia

Metafiction is a type of fiction 
that self-consciously addresses the devices of fiction, 
exposing the fictional illusion. 
It is the literary term describing fictional writing 
that self-consciously and systematically draws attention to its status as an artifact 
in posing questions about the relationship between fiction and reality, 
usually using irony and self-reflection. 


Which is(n't) terribly helpful


A Metablog is then a blog
that self-consciously addresses the devices of blogging,
exposing the aesthetic illusion.


With that in mind,
let's take a look at these changes.


Page Construction
This isn't the first time I've changed the "plastic" elements of the space
Sometimes it has been on account of Boredom
Other times Accident
But always with the consideration of the work in totality


That is not to say that every change
has accompanied some conscious alteration of theme
except in the way 
that as the form and matter of the aesthetic object
it changes the object as a whole.


Which is to say,
That the new Elephant on a Bicycle theme
is not indicative of a change in either my methodology or themes
except in the way that the constitution of the aesthetic object
affects engagement with the object


This happens, like all aesthetic engagements, on two fronts
which boils down to the same process on both sides
except with a distinction of roles and functions


That process is just the act of engagement
whatever that entails for the individual


I have removed the "Blogs I Follow" Gadget
because it distracted my eye
to the detriment of the work itself


This means, naturally, that many of your blogs
will not appear there
but I hope that information is available on your profiles
so as to not stop you from exploring
any of your fellow Followers' works
and thereby expand the possibilities of our work here


In its place,
I have added Labels to the posts
which took a hot minute
These are located under the heading:
DON'T USE THESE
which means:
DON'T USE THESE
and you shouldn't
mainly they are there to be used in a jiffy
and I don't encourage convenience
as a good way of reading poetry
my bathroom bookshelf excluded
that's a productive use of time


The point is to add Labels to the posts themselves
which should serve as an indication of each posts' Nature
and thereby allow us to communicate at a more productive level
but
If you happen to use them as a search guide
I trust you to accept 
that your action
will transform the work


I have likewise removed Music Preferences from my profile
as again,
it affected the aesthetic engagement in a way I found detracting
It also affected the number of preconditions 
I could account for in audience expectation
The incorporation of other media into the blog
are best isolated to the particular post in which they appear
and the collection of them established therefrom
Again, narrows the line of dialogue
allowing for better communication


This might be a good time to talk about Interests
Those were initially my way of establishing the context 
of Liberty Tries To Awaken Sleeping Reason
They either express an interest of the creator
which is my role and function
as thematic insight into underlying anxieties
within the work
or
display the methodological approaches
which make up the work's aesthetic theory


Divided:
Underlying Anxieties
Doom, Art, Protest, Private Spaces, Public Spaces
Methodological Considerations
Minimalism, Metafiction, Deconstruction

The choice of "personal" interests
I wanted to attribute to the author function
were carefully considered
not for their coolness in conjunction
but for the absolute reliability of their subject matter
as source material for the work
That is to say,
they are to be considered as ever-present preconditions
for the work's authorial construction

Doom works as the zero factor in the work
it is the bar by which all judgments are made
which is really the only thing that needs explaining
except
that this blog is written by the only author with any interest in
Private Spaces
Weird, right?

Minimalism aint what Wikipedia says it is
it deserves a post of its own
which I've been meaning to write and aint

The other two are what they are,
one was explained above,
the other,
explained for the last 18 months

Back to my earlier promised key
to Liberty Tries To Awaken Sleeping Reason

The Mechanics of Metablogging

A Metablog is a blog
that self-consciously addresses the devices of blogging,
exposing the aesthetic illusion.

I engage the work
self-consciously addressing the object
The object is best described in The Metaphysics of Text II
in a graph explaining the creator/spectator relationship
(thats You reading the Productive Object):

Textual Chain

The dotted green lines are not real lines
they are illusory lines 
constructed by a false belief in direct communication


In engaging the work
my object
is its existence as a Textual Chain


As a Metablog this chain becomes  cyclically kaleidoscopic
as the Productive Object
(the work as it produces your perception of it)
is changed by your contribution to the work
(actually or assumed)
into a Reproductive Object


My only response can be to a work forever in flux
That flux rests in the constant struggle to overcome
the division between all engaged parties
represented in the Textual Chain
this Striving is the space of
Liberty Tries To Awaken Sleeping Reason

That space is a kind of ex nihilio creatio
which is complicated
but that is the nature of all textual manifestation
and our unconscious suppression of which
is
the nature of the above divide

Which in reverse says:
Our engagement with the work
is conscious of the divide
between
Language and Meaning
and produces accordingly

This takes a lot into account
considering we are engaged in communication
but the text which results from this
is Being-in-Itself
in effect
The Work Communicates Only Itself

i.e.
"Drop that Beat!"

As we understand it
Drop that Beat
indicates
an ensuing onslaught
of bass and hi-hat

but Drop and Beat
carry with them them a legacy of different significations
so that
"Drop that Beat!"
evokes
"You Dropped that Beat!"
which would be an error on behalf of the percussionist

So
the attempt to communicate
"DJ, Rock the Party"
an (arguably) positive Meaning
(Drop that Beat!)
conveys an obviously negative Meaning
(You Dropped that Beat!)
by the nature of its Language

Which
if "Drop that Beat"
conveys two mutually exclusive Meanings
than
it has no Meaning-in-Itself

In contrast:
The Work Communicates Only Itself

Friday, May 7, 2010

Rhetoric

Pretend for a second
that you actually took everybody seriously
That's pretty much how it is
anyway
I know I owe a few of the very few you
something on the Metaphysics of Text
The word's getting around
should really start putting the pieces together

Saturday, October 10, 2009

For Future Use

Mortals are immortals and immortals are mortals, the one living the other's death and dying the other's life.
-Heraclitus

The following posts will be catching up,
things have been busy,
I never write at home,
but I've brought things back from outside.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Sorry for the Delay

I believe, in my Heart of Hearts,
that Art is nothing without Sacrifice
So, at some point Everything must be Forfeit to Chance
but that is not to say,
that Art is dependant on Accidents

Accidents only occur in paradigms of Morality,
and Art must always seek to defy Present Human Principles

What I’m saying is that a Work’s Artist is free of Guilt
the Art is a song all it’s own
It would be foolish for our Artists to Assume
they can Predict their own Future,
let alone the Future of their work

And doubly unwise to say among millions of Casual Observers
a Consensus can be drawn up of Intentions lost,
rendered useless after one Fleeting Moment

At some point in Art’s Conception,
the Artist’s hand Slips
and it doesn’t mean a thing
its not for anybody
it’s handed over to the Atmosphere

If that Artist holds on to that Singular Moment
it’s Robbed of its Liberty
Roasted under the Microscope
Sanctioned off and tossed Aside

Despite this,
the Desire to Possess cannot simply be Rationalized Away

There is plenty of Evidence of Art’s Dependence on Autonomy
Everywhere you look, there is Expression
in the holes, there is Art

Nobody has any idea who Anybody is
I believe we’re not the Shit we put on the Internet
We’re barely involved in the process

No Second Guesses
there are no Phases
Every Artist runs alongside their Work
Only the Phonies try to steer from the Rear

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Tests for Type Size

Tests for type size

Tests for type size is 1.5 at the point, the point is just after two,
two is in fact 4 and we were over halfway through the word “fact” at 5,…

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Together Through Life



When this comes out
I will buy it
You hear me?
BUY IT
It will be the feel good hit of the summer
HEED MY WORDS


That is all.




P.S. Read the link!


Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Potential Names for Colors of Cosmetics


Our family’s contribution:

Chloroform, Pickle, Willow, Cellar, Bauble, Dubious, Rigid, Waiver, Falafel, Lurk, Ambivalence, Ludicrous, Androgynous, Loiter, Rapture, Envelope, Descend, Vacant, Resound, Gleam, Betwixt, Relegate, Illuminate, Plasticity, Devilish, Beverage, Sugar, Ether, Reverie, Alabaster, Obscure, Fervor, Tastetastic, Laconic, Epic Metal, Nacho, Salty Dog, Ninja, Warhorse, Doppelganger, Lucidity, Megalomania, Nautical, Coinage, Magical, Vapid, Lugubrious, Consternation, Sliver, Trepidation, Moorish, Abyss, Glisten, Beelzebub, Transient, Kraken, Callous, Existential, Cantankerous, Absolution, Boozehound, Door Kicker, Salacious, Laconic, Melodious, Snub-Nosed, Battle, Tall Tale, Tell Tale, Homeridae, Cavernous, Foliage, Deciduous, Orchid, Timbre, Sprinkles, Crescendo, Harpy, Transcendence, Tremble, James Brown, Mischief, Spectacle, Gazonga, Ritual, Caterwauling.

This little 4th dimensional Haiku is brought to you by Monterey Ca’s most noble poet, Richard R. Best:

Golly
Breasts
Contemplation
Labia
Zen

From the poet Laureate of Pacific Grove, Ca.,
Garland Thompson delivers the post modern smoky eyeshadows:

Blues
Paranoia
Love
Bebop
Art

The unstoppable DJ Los Boy tells it purely California:

Chicano
Gown
Giants
Lord
Proverbial

Sorry it’s so late, I’m Lazy.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Missed Messages

Last time we talked I meant to tell you
that we're BFFs forevers for you giving me Sunset Rubdown
but it didn't come up.
I wrote a lot tonight and its all got the stuff,
I know how full of shit I am
but none of it's in there.
I know you know how full of shit I am too,
I know and it doesn't matter.
But still, there's days
when you don't feel like jumping on the back of anybody,
and those days are worth keeping everybody around for.