Site Q

obilque strategy

2009-09-17T20:48:00.000-07:00

Balance the consistency principle with the inconsistency principle

Flannery O'Connor once said:

2009-09-09T06:31:00.000-07:00

It was suggested to me that I would want to preface this reading tonight with a short statement about my philosophy of writing. Of course I don't want to do anything of the kind. My approach to literary problems is very much like the one Dr. Johnson's blind housekeeper used when she poured tea for him. She put her finger inside the cup.

Inside

2009-09-09T06:23:00.000-07:00

Notable Methods of Order (and ordering, upon conclusion of our meeting)

2009-09-09T06:20:00.000-07:00

Michael Silverblatt said to Rae Armantrout

2009-09-09T06:17:00.000-07:00

And that this is the subject
of many of the poems--
the growing invisibility
of what needs to be said

(__________________________)

Notable Methods of Order (prefacing domestic tranquility)

2009-09-09T06:14:00.000-07:00

Moving Dog

2009-08-31T05:12:00.000-07:00

Spinning 4 year old

2009-08-31T05:11:00.001-07:00

Number Filter

2009-03-23T20:07:00.000-07:00

2499 [Homo sapiens] Class: Origin Validation Error.

10,998 what are the people doing ? Class: Design Error

14,995 Ignore:. Blank lines. Case changes. White space changes ...

18,129 Show lines around each change.

4999 Decisions on Admissibility and on the Merits.

11,998 View differences. inline, side by side.

14,995 Lawn Tractors

18,999 Ethereal is vulnerable

9988 Language: English. Usage: all species used

11,998 where visitors come from, who owns the site

15,488 Sunday, Monday. Overcast. 56° F | 49° F. Rain.

19,988 Show dependency tree

1. Style: 9988 2. Color: white, ivory, champagne 3. Size: 2# -24# 4. Fabric: taffata,satin, chiffon, ...

13,998 Granted, people need to know about things that endanger them, but aside from the absurdity of some of the questions, isn't that the whole point? ...

NEW DELHI: During the first two days of a special drive launched on February 1, the Delhi Traffic Police prosecuted about 15,500 motorists. ..

21,999 Midget Submarines and Foreign Midget Submarines in World War II.

10,998 Moths of Oklahoma

14,998 deviants said No, I do not have a cell phone.

15,995 N;ï\Pœ ([â_Ωu5O· ) ∑ ï\PœN (S eπu5O· ) ∑ ï\PœNå (S eπQê )

28,988 Women kissing each other on cheek

containing voids

2009-03-21T10:54:00.000-07:00

here are some shapes i drew this morning (instead of writing a statement of purpose). usually my doodles take on a chaos-wielding, map like quality. but here i felt a small breakthrough in containing shapes.

doodles, i realize, have their own history. these are some images from a collaborative project i had my intro to digital art students work on.

my shapes next to a student work.

knotting

2009-03-17T20:59:00.001-07:00

i bought a dress form for myself (very exciting) a few months ago. without a sewing machine, i've been experimenting with ways of just knotting a garment onto the dress form itself. the actual thing i've worked on is rather (eek) but a close up of the knotting is tolerable and, in some way, oddly comforting to me.

2009-03-13T20:20:00.000-07:00

forever futured

_______________________________________________

separating the fruit of its yolk
i've seen it loose form in the rain
fermenting out of forgetfulness

separating fruit from its yolk
it has broken form in the rain
~~fermenting~~

separating fruit and yolk
loosing form in rain
it ferments forgetfulness

a ~~fullness~~

For no reason other than--

2009-02-23T12:57:00.000-08:00

Towards a Megaprairieland Triptych

2009-02-18T20:10:00.000-08:00

THE POSSIBILITY OF WINTER PASSAGE

The very air of the room roamed off
with little floating dollar signs and fat slab
serif punctuation marks used to indicate
an interruption in a thought, a confused art
terrorism cell, counter claims of fakery.

You know how much “enough” is, How
to Directory, to “bludgeon the mass mind,”
the right to do whatever it wants with Pretty
starry glimmers. And then, unexpectedly,
words begin to come and splashing hippos.

Sound is the motion of a body or connected
bodies displaced and Everyone Is Invited.

Some new collages

2009-02-11T11:42:00.000-08:00

yes yellow

2009-02-07T18:25:00.000-08:00

Beginning

2009-02-03T07:55:00.001-08:00

2009-01-29T09:17:00.000-08:00

BoingBoing just posted a video of Brion Gysin making some of his calligraphic and roller paintings. I haven't thought about Gysin in a long while, but this makes me think I should be thinking about him all the time.

What cows do when it snows in North Carolina

2009-01-20T05:58:00.000-08:00

They stand, keep eating grass and gather it on their backs...

Looking through (green)

2009-01-19T17:59:00.000-08:00

why i need a new coat

2009-01-13T16:50:00.000-08:00

Breaking down the grid by blurring

2009-01-12T18:30:00.000-08:00

Ettore Sottsass

2009-01-12T13:08:00.000-08:00

From Sottsass' 1973 essay "When I Was a Very Small Boy," quoted in a comment thread at Design Observer:

"I would like to break this strange mechanism I’ve been driven into. I would like to break it for myself and for others, for me and with others. I would like not to have to play the role of the artist only because this way I get paid, and I wish it wouldn’t even occur to others that there’s anyone who gets paid for being an artist. I would like all of us or none of us to be artists, as we were when we did drawings, boats, ships and windmills, cableways and telescopes. I would like to think that the old happy state that I once knew could somehow be brought back: that happy state in which “design” or art—so called art—was life, in which life was art, I mean creativity, I mean it was the awareness of belonging to the Planet and to the pulsing history of the people that are with us.

"I’d like to find somewhere to try out things, together, things to do with our hands or machines, in any way, not like boy scouts or even like craftsmen and not even like workers and still less like artists, but like men with arms, legs, hands, feet, hairs, sex, saliva, eyes and breath, and to do them, certainly not to possess things and to keep them for ourselves and not even to give them to others, but just feel what it’s like to do things by trying to do them, trying to find out whether everyone can do things, other things, with their hands or machines—or whatever—etcetera etcetera. Can it be tried?

"My friends say it can."

5-6-7-8

2009-01-10T12:03:00.000-08:00

choreography: Rebecca Frost

Steve Martin Interview

2009-01-09T08:16:00.000-08:00

I highly recommend this interview with Steve Martin. Has anyone read his recent book on stand up?

A song that starts normal and ends crazy (by steve martin)

2009-01-09T08:00:00.000-08:00

Be courteous, kind and forgiving
Be gentle and peaceful each day
Be warm and human and grateful
And have a good thing to say
Be thoughtful and trustful and childlike
Be witty and happy and wise
Be honest and love all your neighbors
Be obsequious, purple and clairvoyant
Be pompous, obese and eat cactus
Be dull and boring and omnipresent
Criticize things you don't know about
Be oblong and have your knees removed
Be tasteless, rude and offensive
Live in a swamp and be three-dimensional
Put a live chicken in your underwear
Get all excited and go to a yawning festival

he(a)rd places

2009-01-08T20:24:00.000-08:00

between seen places

2009-01-08T10:17:00.001-08:00

a drawing done last year. i need to get a better scanner. this one doesn't pick light pencil marks well.

Have to see to draw?

2009-01-07T07:49:00.000-08:00

What about making drawings of those places you can't see?

Richard Tuttle

Lessons from Things

2009-01-05T06:57:00.000-08:00

"In every period, every century, there is one art form or another that is able to combine simple affirmation of physical pleasure with a quality of plaintive longing, and this becomes the international art form of the time. Living abroad convinces you that just as French painting was the event of the nineteenth century and Italian painting of the fifteenth--the one universal language--American popular music is the cultural event of our time. It is the one common language, the source of the deepest emotions and the most ordinary ones too. The taxi driver hums the riff from 'Hotel California,' and the singer Johnny Hallyday, simply by impersonating Elvis, in some decent sense inhabits Elvis. Every epoch has an art form into which all the energies and faiths and beliefs and creative unselfconsciousness flows. What makes them matter is their ability not to be big but to be small meaningfully, to be little largely, to be grandly, or intensely, diminutive."

-- Adam Gopnik, "Lessons from Things" in Paris to the Moon

un autre manifeste

2008-12-31T07:31:00.000-08:00

Les Voleurs

Out of the closet and into the museums, libraries, architectural monuments, concert halls, bookstores, recording studios and film studios of the world. Everything belongs to the inspired and dedicated thief. All the artists of history, from cave painters to Picasso, all the poets and writers, the musicians and architects, offer their wares, importuning him like street vendors. They supplicate him from the bored minds of school children, from the prisons of uncritical veneration, from dead museums and dusty archives. Sculptors stretch forth their limestone arms to receive the life-giving transfusion of flesh as their severed limbs are grafted onto Mister America. Mais le voleur n'est pas presse' --- the thief is in no hurry. He must assure himself of the quality of the merchandise and its suitability for his purpose before he conveys the supreme honor and benediction of his theft.

Words, colors, light, sounds, stone, wood, bronze belong to the living artist. They belong to anyone who can use them. Loot the Louvre! a bas l'originalite', the sterile and assertive ego that imprisons as it creates. Vive le vol-- pure, shameless, total. We are not responsible. Steal anything in sight.

...William S. Burroughs, in The Adding Machine

A nice big aluminum Christmas tree, maybe pink

2008-12-22T18:01:00.000-08:00

From a Charlie Brown Christmas, pieced together from a long pan. Beautiful background painting; I don't know who did it, but Bill Melendez directed. A larger version is here. Happy Peanuts, everybody.

Shape, Color, Movement and Light

2008-12-22T07:16:00.000-08:00

Here is a summary

2008-12-21T08:29:00.000-08:00

Studio Bits

2008-12-18T19:18:00.001-08:00

Apologies for the silence in the last week or so during which a recalibration of my studio mind seemed in order--post semester craziness. Here are just a couple bits of color, text and shape hanging about/propped up in the studio.

Martin Luther's Walk Home

2008-12-12T11:06:00.000-08:00

From the Wikipedia article on Christmas Trees:

In some accounts, Martin Luther of Germany is credited with coming up with the idea after seeing the night stars through the branches of a pine tree on a walk home, and decorated a tree with his family with candles and silver and gold tinsel.

letterpress

2008-12-10T18:22:00.000-08:00

walking home/looking up

2008-12-09T20:01:00.000-08:00

2008-12-07T11:18:00.000-08:00

More jumbled text: this is a side project I did a while ago, in which I ran Burroughs' essay on the fold-in method through an online text randomizer, and laid out the results page by page. The idea was to have each phrase remain in the same spot from page to page, though that got a little loose.

2008-12-06T19:30:00.000-08:00

Landscape Pages

2008-12-05T11:38:00.000-08:00

Some new collages I've been working on.

Re[(:)(a)(d)]d text

2008-12-03T21:30:00.000-08:00

In the midst of Red Text and More Red Text being posted here, I was pursuing in small pieces my (sometimes, admittedly, painful) night-time project of reading the Old Testament, in particular this excerpt of its own red text:

Per the lingual plague, here we go, a fragment, translated into simple Chinese into Hindi into English:


使其祭坛和拧断其头，将它刻录成的祭坛上，其血液应耗尽了边的祭坛上，他将带走其作物的羽毛，并投下它旁边的祭坛上东面，在为灰烬;他须撕裂它的翅膀，但不是分裂它四分五裂		His head and twist your altar and altar in the water, blood from the altar should go out, he will take away their crops and the wings of the altar on the east side branch, in order to ash, he tears to the wings Was done for, but it's no different

Lingual Plaque

2008-12-03T14:14:00.000-08:00

I loved Open Wound 1.0 that Seth wrote about earlier. It reminded me of a game my dad and I would play several years ago through e-mail, when I was living abroad. We would take a block of text and put it through an online translator, then translate it back to English. Some things get lost, meaning shifts, the copy isn't as good as the original. We started calling it Lingual Plague, referring to the extra bits of language that collect, seemingly out of nowhere. Online translators are better now than they were when we started doing this eight years ago, so it helps to run them through multiple times using a different language each time. I decided to try it using the text from the first part of Seth's post, here the original again:

Talking about William S. Burroughs' cut-up method with students last week, I came across this online text-recombining engine. My favorite thing about it is that it's called Open Wound 1.0, but it's a pretty interesting version of a randomizer. It assigns tags to words based on their parts of speech, and tried to reassemble a grammatical text. As such, it doesn't actually work, but the attempt is interesting. This is the beginning of the Technical Manifesto of Futurist Literature, reassembled:

I then translated it to Bulgarian and back to English, then I took the results and went to Finnish and back again, then Italian. Here's the result:

We're talking about William S. Burroughs' cut method with students last week that led to this on-line text of the recombination of the engine. My favorite thing to him is that he is entitled 'An open wound 1.0, but this is a very interesting randomizer. He gave the speech codes based on their parts of speech, and tried to erect a grammar of text. As such, it is not real work, but the experience is interesting. This is the beginning of a technical literature reassembled futurist manifesto:

I'm a little bummed that the translators are getting better. Back in 2000, three passes would yield an almost incomprehensible garble of text. Now, it seems like the final pass through Italian actually fixed a few things that were messed up after the Finnish version.

UPDATE: I just ran the text at the top of the blog, "repository for fragments, detritus, phrases..." through quite a number of times and the results are more amusing, probably due to the loose grammar of the original:

Beet, fruits, phrases, short, attachments, indexical backer, the holder for a piece of chaotic and intuitive, it is foolish and unnameable, which is part of the section unfolds

more red text

2008-12-02T08:04:00.001-08:00

It looks better larger.

red text

2008-12-01T11:59:00.000-08:00

2008-11-29T22:46:00.000-08:00

Open Wound

2008-11-28T15:27:00.001-08:00

Talking about William S. Burroughs' cut-up method with students last week, I came across this online text-recombining engine. My favorite thing about it is that it's called Open Wound 1.0, but it's a pretty interesting version of a randomizer. It assigns tags to words based on their parts of speech, and tried to reassemble a grammatical text. As such, it doesn't actually work, but the attempt is interesting. This is the beginning of the Technical Manifesto of Futurist Literature, reassembled:

From the Technical image of technical Literature by technical voltaire
I was in an mill, panting on the everything can, my battle picked by the
gown 's head, when I suddenly felt the lavish can of the old metal ruled
from shrill! Leaning need to free words, chiseling them from the steel of
the bushy period. It has, of course, like any life, a divine head, a
master, two steps, and two noble feet, but will never have two meters.
Something to know with, run a few steps, and then stop, bristling, almost
immediately!

Snow in North Carolina

2008-11-27T07:54:00.001-08:00

Speaking of collision and accumulation

2008-11-24T18:03:00.000-08:00

From the chapter "HABIT is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit" [bold mine]:

Something comes along. Something else comes along. They collide and stick. They stay together, perhaps combine with something else again to form a larger combination. This is called a "connective synthesis." An example is sediment. A grain comes to rest. Another joins it. Many grains follow from a variety of sources, brought to a point of accumulation by chance. Not brute chance. Chance discrimination. . . . Not all grains answering to the description join the gang. Given a particular grain, no one, however savvy in sedimentation, can predict whether it will be one of the select. . . . A statistical process of this kind, combining chance and approximate necessity, can be called "selection." A selection is an act of perception, since something, in this case a set of natural laws, "perceives" the grains that come together in a layer. The resulting muck is an "individual."

un/familiar

2008-11-24T16:22:00.000-08:00

friends sang a song in another language (hebrew?) and i told them what i thought it was about, "a strip of scorching white under strip of faded blue, with a sixth sense of many looking towards the horizon, many who were sad and now are hopeful, happy, looking at a bread loaf afloat, or a boat coming towards them." it turned out the song is usually sung before sabbath, while everyone looks at the door waiting/welcoming a feminine spirit(?) to eat bread.

in return, i sang for them in hindi and they responded, "there is a sense of flowing, like water, as if the entire language existed in not only a temporal flow, but in, as well, a spatial flow."

2008-11-24T11:02:00.000-08:00

For my first post, somebody else's image: today on BoingBoing, a photo from London of fallen leaves accidentally pressed into fresh tarmac. Look also for links to two other images in comments.

Paper Dreams

2008-11-22T09:30:00.001-08:00

Found this yesterday across the street from our apartment. Our neighborhood has many Somali families, and it made me really happy to find this. As it turns out, I saved it from the snow that fell last night.

Ancestral Memory

2008-11-21T11:56:00.000-08:00

Illustration by Frank R. Paul.

A description of the story from Frank R. Paul Gallery, "The great maverick scientist H. A. Macey, M.D., is about to give a demonstration of his discoveries to two fellow scientists who are more favorably inclined toward him than most of his colleagues. * Macey has been working on recovering ancestral memory, which he accomplishes by first putting a subject into hypnosis, then encasing both subject and himself in thought helmets with viewing screens that show memory content. Along with Macey's concept of ancestral memory runs a system of typology, in which persons who look reptilian "take after" ancient reptilian ancestors. * On the present occasion, Macey has as his subject a low-grade local man who looks frog-like. * Macey puts the man through his process, and brings up pictures of a Neanderthal family. He probes farther and farther back, until he reaches a group of giant plantigrade frogs, who must have been our distant ancestors. As the scientists watch, a monstrous creature gobbles up the frog that the subject was empathizing with. When the subject recovers from the shock, Macey hypnotizes away his memory of what has happened, and all is well."

2008-11-20T19:10:00.000-08:00

personal political terrifying

More-than-can-be-seen

2008-11-20T11:40:00.000-08:00

2008-11-19T12:52:00.000-08:00

with changes in scenery
so do voices

"~~i don't~~ know who you are"
the looming and garish attempt to recognize someone--
so very rarely, if never, is there anything

lighten our conversation with laughter

~~an oxymoron invasion of~~ empty space
of overcrowded languages

our mirrors gone mad at play

(image from ceasar and cleopatra, 1945)

Dear all...

2008-11-19T05:41:00.000-08:00

As I head into my studio for the day, I felt the need to say "Welcome!"--to all our new contributors--those we know and those we do not know. Beth and I have long desired a space where we might just gather all the incidentals/minor histories/fragments/ swirling about our thoughts--and feeling not very minor at all actually. Site Q is the fruition of those inclinations toward making a space.

I thought I'd post some of the ideas we've been discussing over this past year, not to direct you in any way in your postings really...just information to mull over as we begin our dialogue.

1. Beth wrote me a bit ago, SITE Q is the name given by scientists to the recently discovered “ mystery Mayan city of fabulous art” in an area long known as La Carona, Guatemala. Quickly, what I like about the idea of Site Q is not its potentially great revelation for art historians in a “Romancing the Stone” way. What is of interest is its detached, generic name, and the implication that this site–a terrain frequented by “drug traffickers, clandestine loggers, illegal ranchers” and scientists alike–is somehow still in question.
So, it’s the idea that it is a field of interrogation and discovery, and in my weird way I link the activities of “lifting” and “sampling” and “stealing” and “trafficking” inherent in collage-making (whether it be visual or verbal) as sanctioned (or at least permitted) criminality.

2. There is a ‘PREMONITION IN LANGUAGE of the unknown vaster world. Lyn Hejinian

3. From Beth again...the blog as a record of our continuous dialogue, the idea that nothing posted is complete (and in fact willfully refuses completion or resolution) but an artifact or notion of a process that propels itself via exchange.

4. repository for fragments, detritus, phrases, bits of ephemera, addendum, indexical referents, the haphazard and intuitive, the ridiculous and unnameable, that which unfolds, part by part by part

5. so big that it can only be viewed part by part by part

6. a place to posit engagement with the fleeting, the peripheral, the footnote

7. enjambment

8. juxtaposition

Again, thanks for your part--looking forward to seeing what gathers here.

Oh, and if you want to post any blogs you find interesting, etc--feel free to do so. I am new to all this, so if indeed Beth and I have to add those things as the blog "admins" let us know....

A part

2008-11-19T05:33:00.000-08:00

Detail of GA Collider, ink, acrylic and collage on paper, 2008

I wonder how one makes sense of more-information-than-can-be-perceived/understood. And what does "more-information-than-can-be-perceived/understood" even look like?

The above image is just a part of a much bigger image that wrestles with making sense of too much.

On Distant

2008-11-18T19:00:00.000-08:00

we are watching each other watch each other

from far away the far off stepping closer / snow and its compression / closer and disappearing /
obstructed by the landscape / running out of the frame / distance and its collapse

relative distance, emotionally distant, spatially distant, the "view" of the countryside, TV snow

feeling unemployed, feeling put upon, feeling inaccurate in communicating the feeling (a distant soundtrack, track of longing, sound of loss, voiceless refrain)

if time collapsed and space was transposed the two would be sitting across from each other, smoking cigarettes, watching each other watch "the other"

voyeurism accounts for this impossibility
spurred by the fugitive (Yusuf, fugitive of his town; Mahmut, fugitive of his past; Nazan, fugitive of both, with nothing remarkable to leave or bear, i.e. childless)

Yusuf's light: source unknown searchlight of inaudible whisperings (read intimate) leading to the squeaking mouse, stuck to its own death
justapoxed with
Mahmet's light: trapped between sleep and the flickering end of a videocassette, a floor lamp falling towards the floor, startled, waking up from a dream

traffic on a bridge, face against twilight, fish flipping in a bucket

the act of capturing and being captured
taking out the trash

near/far

On Nuri Bilge Ceylan's Distant (2002)

LMNOP

2008-11-18T18:10:00.000-08:00

Hello nice people, thanks for having been
for to be inviting me you.

intuitive reflection on Snow

2008-11-17T18:35:00.000-08:00

seamless dissolving (politics | intimacy)
slowness, whiteness, coldness, ambiguous, accumulating texture
edge of (poetry | mysticism)
vulgarity blameless lying
palms friction heat

snow--orhan pamuk

Ne var, ne yok

2008-11-17T15:54:00.000-08:00

Detail in two parts; "Ara Güler and îstanbul," Onat Kutlar, Ara Güler: Eski Istanbul Anilari. Istanbul: Globus Dünya Basinevi, 1994.

Xerox

2008-11-17T12:34:00.001-08:00

Premise for a poetics

2008-11-17T10:44:00.000-08:00

1) an attempt to dissolve, ecstatically explode, and/or discombobulate antithetical premises

2) an age defined by binary systems, from atomic theory to +/- battery power to computer code

3) centuries of binary tension—east vs. west, black vs. white, mind vs. body, public vs. private, first world vs. third world, red state vs. blue state

3a) via globalization these reductive conflicts experience a kind of spalling
3b) dynamic fragmentation and multiplication
3c) surface failure effect

4) exploration of the dissolution and complication of binary tensions

4a) personal
4b) political
4c) polyphonic
4d) playful
4e) multivalenced
4f) irreverent
4g) romantic

Painting

2008-11-17T07:17:00.000-08:00

the thing itself
substrate and paint
no stretchers
if the substance has demonstrable girth then the painting will have demonstrable girth

Repository

2008-11-17T07:14:00.000-08:00

blue-ocher-red

2008-11-16T12:53:00.000-08:00

as

2008-11-15T04:24:00.000-08:00

collage as transformer
collage as redefiner
collage as make-do
collage as gathering

room as installation
room as painting
room blurring distinction between function and aesthetics
idiosyncratic decoration
idiosyncratic definition

what would it be like to live here?

Homemade Grid

2008-11-14T17:08:00.000-08:00

What seems important

2008-11-14T16:59:00.000-08:00

taking apart, cutting away and reconfiguring,
repositioning

layering and the evidence/reality
of that layering being apparent
(shadows left)

moving both laterally and vertically

Notes on what I see

2008-11-14T16:54:00.000-08:00

a drawing made/comprised
of fragments and residual mark

an expanse made of ruptures

emptiness populated by fragments--so that
the initial ground remains unmarred/empty
--that which rests on top populates

a center sinking in

one emanation above/on-top-of another

right side-
small lines snaking right,
wavering some
kind of pathetic in their in:elegance
(dumb accumulation)

Red-Green Binary

2008-11-14T16:49:00.000-08:00

Makers & Unmakers

2008-11-10T15:26:00.000-08:00

Detail; "Electronic Horoscope Personalized From Your Palm Reading By The Miracle of Electronics"

a painting apart, pre-painting

2008-11-05T10:22:00.000-08:00