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I took a hiatus to “write” a “book”

now I’m back….

When writing mirror maze, I employed the use of this word librarynth that I’d ostensibly made up, or at least come to the portmanteau of my own creative accord…after using it, and marking myself particularly clever for its invention, I suddenly had an idea – google it, make sure I wasn’t ripping anyone off unwittingly…and found this wonderful node of artistiks that will surely find favour ’round these parts…

Librarynthine – Art and Text by Quinn Milton

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What Happens When You Die is a poetry sequence about death — our beliefs, fears, myths, rites, and biological inevitability. The book takes a lyrical sweep of these concepts, not in order to answer the question, but to ask it in a new way. The poems explore life and death through the metaphor of a carousel ride. The typography runs a parallel story, so that the structure of the book is linked with the passage into death. 

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I spy with my little i, aye!

the birth of new brave world(s)

extraordinaire – 

the Fictions of Clifford Duffy

 

When                    w o r d s                            affect                          w o r l d s

every little thing

matters!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Take many doses of da da da da Duffy

…  every day …. any way … he is the word doctor

extraordinaire ~

he was

ENOUGH SAID, Enough

!  Applause  !

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O! psssst:

There is more …..

via Pirates and Revolutionaries

and

out of th e blue Like . . . of the blu e . ..like …. . . . of the blue . ..like ….

and

reCall to poetry

and

and

and

I am not going to give away all the secrets, am I?

enJOY!

 

This is an example of Aumm. It’s a weird online aesthetic that seems to exist inside two facebook groups and one tumblr. It’s insane, doesn’t seem to have any point, and endlessly hovers over ideas of harm, pain, social isolation and mental illness. It seems divided into those who make entirely original content and those who use found images and found text in order to generate an experience of jarring dissonance

from a selection called “animals”

It is routine to see profound quotations overlaid on images of dog shit or children’s parties; threatening messages copied over the night sky in lurid colours; pictures of families or animals going about whatever it is they do with some hideous non-sequitur placed over or under it. When you look at Aumm you can find examples that are compelling, full of subjective truthiness, that revel in the weirdness of isolated oddballs and the secluded withdrawal of the awkward and insane. It is never knowingly not hilarious.

from “horizons of terror/satanic praxis”: http://aumm3.tumblr.com/htsp

Aumm is obviously DIY. It lacks the savvy glitch or the happiness of the new aesthetic. You couldn’t imagine it producing its own surrealist philosophers, although it might generate some sub-Dada quasi-Situationist non-happenings: a cultural terrorism of shouting “I need someone to kiss my asshole right now!” into a crowd before standing absolutely and unnerving still for a few moments too long.

From- “terrestrialmutants” http://aumm3.tumblr.com/terrestrialmutants

The effect is one of a schizoid dissociation of text and image, word and representation, that effects a deflationary deconstruction of the pretence that language or art can covey any secure or effective meaning. It is heretical insofar as it is a mockery of art. It doesn’t pretend to be high-art. It doesn’t attempt to destroy high art. It doesn’t have such grand desires.

Ultimately this aesthetic feels like an attempt to capture to depressed and anxious nihilism of the digital era. It’s playfulness is the lightness of a generation mocking its own despair and extracting some enjoyment- some jouissance- from it’s own descent into senseless, purposeless sickness. For these reasons Aumm is about a thousand times better than half the shit I see hanging in contemporary art galleries.

from closed group

This is the authentic post-internet aesthetic. This is the grotesque underside of our bright and shining retro-futurist dreams. It’s the logic of a meme pushed to the point of explosive idiotic intelligence.And it’ll make you laugh like a lunatic at the end of time. This is the end of our memes.

Niki de Saint Phalle. “Le Cabeza”.

Niki de Saint Phalle was a French sculptor, performance artist, painter, poster maker, writer, film-maker and feminist. A producer of voluptuous sculptures of female bodies that alternate between Goddess worship and the affirmation of vulnerability, her work is almost always oversized, brash and colourful. There is an innocence to her work that reflects her desire for her sculptures to be touched and literally inhabited. For instance, this skull was designed for human bodies to move around within it and to this day her intentions are being respected. She also wanted her art to communicate a sensuous call to children and after having taken our 5 year old to see an exhibition of her work at GoMA I can attest that it does. Even when her work is exploring the darkest of themes (and often her own lost innocence after being sexually assaulted as a child by her own father) her work’s instantiate a revealing in the production of an aesthetic sensibility of joyful abundance. Even threatening material remains an exotic flash of colour and warm with the softness of curves. Traditionally a leaden reminder of mortality and finitude, here the skull becomes playful, vivacious and obscene in size: death itself is captured as a thing of beauty and joy.

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