It’s probably a foregone conclusion among ordinaries everywhere that the future of American democracy is the lack of one. The artificial person is consuming the bitterly contested liberties that have been won by the Union’s agrarian rebels over the centuries. A cancer-like dimensional combine is now in play as sophisticated as any killing device ever invented, including the atom bomb, which is - lest we forget - the enforcer in the arsenal of the SUCK destroyers.
What to do, what to do….
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In the interests of progressing rationally, I should continue the thre..ads from the last note. So, I will quote myself from earlier this year, writing in February on the AFH Tumblr array:
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“Artists live today in two worlds.”
What is rarely questioned is whether the evolution of the two artist worlds [virtual/actual] in the current, completely unregulated art environment, are primarily serving the interests of natural artists and their communities.
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The paper is posted in the AFH Wiki. The quotation [the interior one] is from an application I made to the Fulbright people for a teaching/research position in Taiwan. (I was rejected) A few minutes ago, at about 4AM, Geneva time, I awoke from a dream in which I was addressing a Rastafarian community, expressing my gratitude for their having protected and loved my dream child. In the dream, as I was speaking, emotion choked my speech, when I acknowledged how difficult it is to be a natural, kind and loving collective, in an era of committed waste, neglect, hatred and determined exclusion. Creativity as a movement is the icing on the cake that falls from the tables of the Superclasses to feed the people. The SUCK crumbs. Creativity as I have de-fined it, is what one does, when one is broke and hungry with no job or home and violence all around, and there are children and a wife at home to feed.
As I wrote recently, "FUCK THE SUCK.”
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The question of saving democracy, or more specifically, American revolutionary democracy, the agrarian one, the first successful revolt of its kind, which owes tremendous debts to the freedom loving French and Swiss, and which has inspired every freedom loving people since, including poor Suck-hated Haiti, and the Marxist one, and the French one with all its bouncing decapitated heads… ….is a question of discernment. The natural people must be able to distinguish the revolutionary America from the hyperreal version pushed by the United States of Corporate America, and the Global Corporate Complex, the real artificial consumer collective, which eats anything that has life, with the exception of the SUCK.
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[TIME NOTATIONS]: It is raining again on this 3rd night in the Hotel Bernina. I started the day executing a set of 5 drawings on hotel stationery. Sitting at a lovely cafe around the corner and down one of the Rues. The episode reminded me of what I had always dreamed an artist should do. But no one [hyperbole, I am still emotional from my dream] who knows what an artist does, anymore, because the great masses are too busy pretending to be artists, supported in this pretense by a the anti-artist SUCK & their unholy artificial monsters, to notice they are collaborating in the final assault on the art dream, the same way their are collaborating with the poisoning of the planet with oil, plastics and chemicals. Creatively.
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One must be crazy to be an artist.[See BBC News report - Creative minds ‘mimic schizophrenia’ by Michelle Roberts:
” Creative people, like those with psychotic illnesses, tend to see the world differently to most. It’s like looking at a shattered mirror…” - Mark Millard UK psychologist, plus more]
The subtext for this article should be frightening to everyone, especially artists, dimensionally. I have covered these issues in detail elsewhere, but it doesn’t hurt to restate the main points. First, there is a well-funded army of scientists and pseudo-scientists who are engaged in a technological dissection of the human mind. Why? If the goal were really “to get to know more about people,” I would cheer. However, the mission is quite different. The SUCK have a keen interest, driven by their monstrous artificial person hive mind, to manage all minds not their own. The corporation is simply the golem enforcer of this alien/alienating mandate. Art is and always will be the natural enemy of this movement. We are the Cobra to the Mongoose, AND vice versa, which is which we REAL artists pose such a terrible threat to their nefarious plans of global domination, the PAX TERRA, which is, as BP and so many others have demonstrated, a POX TERRA.
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Another subtext in the “mimic schizophrenia” thread should be indicated by the artists cited in the article. Dali, the impotent public performer who painted amazing early portraits of dimensional time. And Vincent the self-killing madman whose paintings flabbergasted the world at auction for the past 30 years, and who still has yet to be adequately depicted in a Hollywood bio-pic. Sorry Kirk Douglas, et al. The suicide. The madman. The great painter. Has anyone stopped to wonder whether the outcomes of great painters might be different, if their societies weren’t so misogynistic, and I don’t mean in the feminist reading of the word. Because the same societies, the artificial ones, are equally misandric [close to misanthropy]. They practice hate on all that is human and natural. That is their “art.” The wolfman, vampire and zombie are not the terrifying monsters of the past 3000 years. The Frankenstein either. The real monster is the SUCK, in all its dimensional applications and manifestations. This is so heartbreaking for me to communicate, especially after this dream, because in another dream I got to see a happy hunting ground, and it truly was. This world is very hard to take after that vision.
I know it seems I’m sometimes very angry, but that’s not it.
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Why would anyone want to be an artist, anyway? When I was working on NoDT, a painter friend, the magnificent Christian Moeller [not the one in Pasadena, the one in Berlin - the ARTIST] included a quotation by a friend, who at the time was reticent about its publication. She [thankfully] eventually gave Christian permission to post her thoughts on Christian’s very active Facebook page:
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„It seems,
my friend that the whole world has become an artist or worse yet, a writer or
actors or whatever. These people have just decided to make art their career,
some after their first career, and others just because they have found a
gimmick, or trick, or have the money or whatever……What is worse society lowered their standards to
accept them. They have never paid their dues or climb the ladder or suffered
the trials and tribulations of a real artist and lack any originality their
work.“
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- Cassandra Gordon-Harris
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Christian’s on FIRE lately. Here are some additional postings:
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“…Philosophers are people who know less and less about more and
more, until they know nothing about everything. Scientists are people who know
more and more about less and less, until they know everything about
nothing….”
(Konrad Lorenz)
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..marcel duchamp was just only a cack-handed painter!!! That´s all.
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A light rain is falling tonight in Geneva. Law & Order, The Unforgiven & the rest of the cable mainstays are streaming via satellite into the homes of my European friends - and my hotel room. The programs I watched for a few minutes were translated into French and German. Earlier today I visited the Musée Rath and viewed the current exhibit, “Voici un dessin suisse (1990-2010),” which is the second chronological installment surveying drawing at the MR. Combined, the two expos cover “unique art on paper” [the textbook drawing definition, according to my guide, which meaning I intend to use from here out] from the 70s to the present. [It seems that the rain is now heavier. Somehow it’s two hours later, from when I started typing this note. In the world’s most time-focused city, arguably the planet’s most dimensional time-conscious urban ecology, the clock is spinning. Maybe it’s only the jet lag, which should be wearing off, by now, shouldn’t it?] I’m mashing up TV and art commentary in this Time-free hotel room, even though the two [TV and art] have nothing in common, in the primary sense. TV requires translation. Arguably it is translation. Digital satellite TV is a dimensional construct. Which part of the program is the content? The electron beams bouncing off orbiting angled mirrors, or the flat screen, with its sophisticated science-as-manufacturing global retail economics marketing packaging matrix, or the artificial people it projects into this room as prosecutor Jack, or the “assassin William Munny” or sheriff Little Bill, or the “consumer” [that would be me?] who is suspending belief by collaborating with the complex. If I mute the audio on the box, does that make me an editor, or a creative director, or just another artist living life in communion with an artificial reality attaching to my bed, couch, love seat, sofa, floor or wall, or any of the multiple sites from which the moving image will seek to grab my attention today? Art requires no translation. It requires care. The amplification provided by the Humanities protocols, for historical and chronological accuracy - context - is helpful. The alternative [extreme] is Somalia.
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This problem with historical accuracy is overrated. If time can be measured in fractions of seconds, then why should we assume metaphysically that a dimensional mapping cannot ever be adequately precise? The opposite of wisdom is stupid precision.
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[INTERVENTION] In a conversation recently with an Austrian astrophysicist, I asked, “Does looking at the stars make one an astrophysicist? Does having money in your wallet make you a Superclass CEO?” Does having eyes and hands [and a camera] make you an artist? Only in the artificial art world. …Business world… Science world… Only in the electrified plastic anti-art wasteland.
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[CONSIDERATIONS] It takes real people generations to assimilate reformations of threat responses. We as a global community were unified by the risk that the nuclear superpowers would destroy mankind and kill the earth. [Remember George W. Bush’s mispronunciation of “nuclear?” His was only a partially wrong articulation in the perceptual dimensions.] Since 1945, and the collapse of the Soviet Union and Capitalization of China, the nuclear oblivion to which we were forcibly attuned has shifted. Now, we are being decimated by radiation poison not transmitted through nuclear yield, via detonation, but through the yielding of our human nuclear organs to enforced decapitation. The executioner is a type - as in Richard Perle - and a new meme - as in Daniel Pearl - is cast before us via TV, by managers who betray a prejudice that would “create” us all, into [shit-consuming] swine living - if you can describe it as life - up to our own hanging jowls in the waste of paradise. Chance and choice are indelible from freedom, but the manager asks, what’s the cost-benefit to THAT, and what are the risks to management and the shareholders?
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[CONTEXT] My Plesk plague continues. Today, AFH disappeared from my browser, and all manner of nasty glitchiness continues to add annoyance time to my work flow. I alerted the homeys. According to them, the problems are all behind the scenes. This is the wondrous cloud. Plesk pushes Cloud. How far? Is this Plesk fiend der Spunk?
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[COMPARATIVES] I just remembered that the tiny television implanted in the seat back of my fellow traveler in the next row forward malfunctioned the entire trip over the ocean. My media push content consisted of RGB mush that was lovely, though unfortunately, after a few seconds of visually interesting de-sign, an over-write text popped up, informing me that the channel was not available, and to try another or contact an attendant [not a steward or stewardess]. I tried a few tricks to get the animation without the message, to no avail. The cool “map” channel documenting the progress of our plane from origination to destination didn’t work either. Invictus was showing, and I was sorry to miss the aboriginal dance of the All Blacks directed by Dirty Harry/Clint Eastwood, etc. Shame. I think I also missed an episode of The Office. Ha ha. Nothing like watching The Office while reading interpretations of Nietzsche’s The Birth of Tragedy. Or thinking about Gay Science, as the US Army’s Don’t Ask Don’t Tell policy dissolves. I suppose the definition of masculinity is implicated in all current media critique as a tragic emblem. The disposition of the feminine is hardly resolved or reformed by virtue of that fact. At this hour, I can’t be sure if I just made a joke or an observation. Perhaps I would be joking if I suggest that TV is erectile dysfunction, and not just as causality. Radiation is in its unnatural iterations, which is to say its man-produced formats, impotence-inducing. TVs radiate in their effects. It is wrong to reduce them to “mirroring agents” or some similar trope. Just as it is incorrect to assign “art” to the radiation caused by TVs. Of cinema for that matter, though the big-screen is not identical to the other delivery systems for artificial life projections. The cinema is not just the projection reflecting on the screen. As the generic “art” name for theatrical pictures suggests, the construct describes not only the fake object, but the social and actual architecture of the “viewer” experience. Film in its base formatting is arranged exactly as the Austrian classroom or factory. That should tell one something about the nature of the exchange. Art is only rarely presented at the head of a Phalanx. When it is, art ceases to function as art, and starts to function as propaganda, or instrument for oppression.
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[PROPOSAL] I’ve been writing lately about the camera and art. Geneva is rich in public art. I’m leaving out some steps, here [expansion on request; see NoDT gallery-plus-camera series], but what’s obvious is that the creative self-fulfillment movement only requires that art be adequately identifiable and available, so Camera Jane/Joe can pose next to it, or on it, making faces, mocking the subject, or whatever. This is the humorous entertainment justified by a camera, any camera. It’s sickening. When artists respond by making art that seems best-suited for dull children who’ve taken too much sugar, the hordes are outraged! It’s a vicious cycle.
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[ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS & JUDGEMENTS] Yes. I had a personal guide at the Rath. The museum was practically empty except for staff for the hour or two I was there. That was yesterday…I asked one of the friendly staffers for a show synopsis, but her English was limited, so she kindly called to one of the other museum experience guides to assist. The second guide explained the show concept, shared some anecdotal responses from other show attendees, and eventually engaged with me in a fairly far-reaching discussion about art, economics, politics, EGS, American cultural exports, and more. Thank heavens for the museum professional. I won’t attempt a synopsis. Probably, having just arrived from the US, the subtle misperception that was clearly represented in the drawing show is that America must be rejected before it swallows all. Yet, all one has to do is check out the US Corporate States of America pavilion at China’s World Expo 2010 to understand what’s up. Artificial persons operating on the global stage are pretending to represent the US abroad. What a big fat lie! More than that, what a crappy job these fake free marketeers do. Anything they touch turns to feces. That’s the corporate “art!”
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[NOTATIONS][MORE ON TRAGEDY][A NIETZSCHE QUOTE VIA WIKIPEDIA]
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“The psychology of the orgiastic as an overflowing feeling of life and strength, where even pain still has the effect of a stimulus, gave me the key to the concept of tragic feeling, which had been misunderstood both by Aristotle and even more by modern pessimists. Tragedy is so far from being a proof of the pessimism (in Schopenhauer’s sense) of the Greeks that it may, on the contrary, be considered a decisive rebuttal and counterexample. Saying Yes to life even in its strangest and most painful episodes, the will to life rejoicing in its own inexhaustible vitality even as it witnesses the destruction of its greatest heroes — that is what I called Dionysian, that is what I guessed to be the bridge to the psychology of the tragic poet. Not in order to be liberated from terror and pity, not in order to purge oneself of a dangerous affect by its vehement discharge — which is how Aristotle understood tragedy — but in order to celebrate oneself the eternal joy of becoming, beyond all terror and pity — that tragic joy included even joy in destruction.”
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[SUMMARY] …then Schumpeter or Freud or Hitler or Drucker, though the Austrians are not alone. They have 8 Billion people with whom to commune. Maybe sometime soon, those masses will all come to Salzburg for the conference there. Maybe in 2010. Or the next year. Maybe next year in Davos, too.
…Of course, there is Wagner’s Ring. I hear there were plenty of seats available for LA’s Cycle, in an art town dominated by AIG’s Eli Broad, his poodle Jeffrey Deitch, who gave a show to the wonderful Dennis Hopper, whom I’ve met, who did the right thing and passed away in glory, before the “exhibit.” Reformation is dimensonal.
