i am no man.
i am no woman.
i am a coruscating pop
explosion.
( too big to fail
)
.1
i do not try to be
another anaemic artist. ( plenty empty procurators of the present )
i do not try to be
another sterile shop star. ( mall mart´s universal puppet rock )
i do not try to be
another illiberal entrepreneur. ( grazing blind cows of the bustling banal )
i do not try to be
another nomothetic nasty. ( indoctrinated by inanimate instructions of the
impotentia )
i do not try to be
another romantic revolutionist. ( this subject is not going to be elective )
i do not try to be
another slavish shadow of esprit. ( sparkling savants, mere matches that wait
to be enlighted )
! i am no i am no i am no
trivial machina !
my self is one elegant
enlighter.
what i bring forth is to
confront my self with my eksistence.
for if i don´t create my
self,
i shall remain banal.
.2
i do serve my hidden
empeiroress.
her majesty prevails.
( behind her veil )
however close, she is
always unapproachable.
and when you gape at her,
she gazes into you.
her name is namelessness.
my dear uncanniness.
( oh arrhêton )
.3
i do believe art´s
graceful grandeur must be recovered.
art´s ardour arises from
amazement.
devoted to her dignity,
i crave the comeback of
her gravity.
all art is presentation
of the infinite.
( thus, a thaumaturge is
what i am )
.4
i do insist to give
outstanding presents.
i´m sure you know the
pleasures of unwrapping.
( do call them temporal
enchantment )
i spoil and clothe with
my cruelty,
my bounteous gifts are
irreciprocable.
.5
i do reject the ready
made routines.
i try hard to meet the
unforeseen.
( and cut the playback
loop of masterpieces even faster )
it´s only by expecting
the unexpectable that it may be revealed.
( a loophole – what a
dangerous maybe )
my propaganda for the
possible.
.6
i do resoundingly revel
the relevance of resonance.
? quid ?
! pah !
quod.
thought is wonderful but
adventure is more wonderful, still.
( je ne sais quoi )
my propaganda for the
passible.
.7
i do pay all my attention
to the fleeting moment, pulse and breath.
! the here and now !
l´évenément
exceptionelle.
( coming and going )
… inimitable …
irresistable … irretrievable …
this `once´ is radically
everything of life.
it asks for your response
…
… and yet, reprises are
inevitable.
( my tainted love )
.8
i do cross all
demarcation lines.
here–as–here ain´t here.
now–as–now ain´t now.
art–as–art ain´t art.
may i remark:
there is no rupture
without rest.
.9
i do despise inference as
inferior.
every thing that´s
contradictory creates life.
( life is a comedy )
( life is a tragedy )
i do not waste my time
for arguments.
( it´s only the
intellectually lost who ever argue )
.10
i do no try to say some
thing.
i try to do a thing.
( the moment a story
enters, boredom comes upon one )
as pertains to the
tendency to immerse one self, for this there can be no explanatory texts.
( aliud dicitur – aliud
demonstratur )
the only thing that does
matter is the point of panic.
it is the shock of
presence.
.11
i do create and not define.
? symbolism ?
! pah !
écrasez l´infame.
( eksistence is no symbol
)
there is more on the
subject than mere composition in a game of symbols.
all interpretations,
explanations, means, meanings, signs and symbols shall be abandoned.
( no proxy needs my soul
to breathe )
definition may come after
work, but the work may not adjust its self to definition.
.12
i do prefer disclosure to
discourse.
pathetic addicts –
addicted to the dominant dictum of discrimination.
bleating sheeps browsing
on the meadows of meaning.
blind and deaf for the
ineffable.
( still dreaming on the
tiger´s back )
reams, reams and reams of
texts delivering, rewriting meaning, bringing meaning to perfection.
( my self is simmering
with scorn )
it´s no more meaning that
we need but to expose our selves to its limits.
.13
i do not make my self a
subject to the requirements of the real.
a subject only exists
through and for its subjection.
dissent is a spectacle of
its own.
and docile rebels become
spectators of their own rebellion.
( ridicule rigmarole )
power produces all
perspectives, including that of its resistance.
( power is positive,
power is productive )
do not play that
repression tune to me again.
( it is so so out of date
)
.14
i do incline arriving
early instead of always being late.
! toujours–déjà–là ?
! pah !
? arrive–t–il !
( being excentric is not
enough )
.15
i do prefer the raw event
to the regimen of reason.
lucidity may be the
foundation of awareness.
but truth will always
slip away from it.
( art is a fool )
it´s reasons reason
that´s repressive, it´s reasons reason that´s regressive.
reasons season is that of
the delirium of production.
( recurring without
reason )
! i do exclaim epibolé !
.16
i do ensure you that the
world is not in front of us.
i do spurn purblind
visual vampirism.
the world is no immobile
imago.
mais au contraire – she
is pervading us.
( at all times )
therefore, my work is
made for diving.
( do plunge into my
pyroclastic pools )
.17
i do wish to make worlds.
i don´t produce some good
so to be put in uniformal space.
( no, i am no
exhibitionist )
space is not is none is
no consistent container.
i wish to reunite the
experience of time and space.
( my turn from enclosure
to exposure )
thus what i try is
raising worlds.
burst the container.
! vive l´ambiance ! vive
l´arealism !
.18
i do feel confident that
art does not exist to be exhibited.
art is neither here to be
explained nor is it there to be exhibited.
it is a technics of
exposure.
( art is disclosing
disposition )
( art is enacting
exposition )
( art is a setting in position
)
without exposure meaning
had no sense.
it is no more powerful
meaning.
it is the possibility of
meaning.
( it´s poetry in haptic
space )
no spectators, no
spectacle.
no reduit.
art is areal.
.19
i do ask my self what art
may be for us today.
? and who is this `us´ ?
( in times where nothing
happens that should happen )
manifold many – not
numerous ones.
a community without
meaning – but with sense.
so `we´ might have to
think `us´ in a different manner.
( nur `wir´ sind wirklich
hier )
a being singular–plural.
( a new methexis )
being uni-cum …
.20
i do accept that
communication is improbable.
but if communication does
take place,
communicants may overcome
their separation for one vital moment.
( becoming satellites in
a surprising system )
and still,
it is not communication
that makes art.
it is the impact of
contact.
( my self will only
organise the detonation )
.21
i do believe that
indifference is our major matter.
we dwell in times of
atony.
a life in absolute
indifference.
( cool, calm, and
collective )
but indifference is by no
means cold.
it´s like a fire that
inflames that what is inflammable.
to play with it is all
that´s left,
and find the difference
this will make.
( all else would be
hypocrisy )
blaze walk with us.
.22
i do surmise that
praising democracy will not suffice.
performed democracy
contains no passive claim for rights.
( but to be responsive
and responsible )
there´s no such thing as
a machine of liberation.
( a choice can´t be
elected )
by merely praising it as
privilege we´ll never find the where and how of our sense.
? and what´s the sense of
the political when meanings meet their being meaningless ?
freedom will never be
allowed by laws or institutions.
it only exists as
practice, by all means.
( the other side of
democracy is discipline )
.23
i do regard the national
point of view as out of question.
? l´état ?
! fi donc !
of all gelid ghouls it is
the gelidst – and gelid are his lies.
no human being can be
interested in the regional.
except on holidays.
( i do say hen kai pan )
.24
i do want to become
living money.
money.
the universal whore.
the universal pimp of men
and women.
( the celeb of all celebs
)
! i want to be one too !
( i am a scarce source of
sensations too )
so let my precious self
dissolve and become money.
( and in exchange, all of
my greed will meet a need )
henceforth no more brains
shall bespatter walls and streets again.
let my crisis be your
chance.
i shall pay with my
elusion.
.25
i do carry my fire to the
shallowest valleys.
it´s said perturbations
do help a self organising system to find more stable states,
thus, noise will in
general increase fitness.
the stronger the noise,
the more the system will be able to escape its shallow valleys.
attaining a valley that´s
superior.
well.
i can assure you,
it is much warmer on the
heights as those in the valleys would suppose.
( especially in winter )
.26
i do abjure the cult of
usefulness.
the monoculture of
utility is signified by streamlines and sterilities.
art sets aside the
symbols of utility to set us face to face with actuality it self.
( and not just face to
face, but like a wavelet in the sea )
the sure way of knowing
nothing about life is to try to make one self useful.
.27
i do care about the
difference between production and creation.
if production was the
operation that lets some thing arise from some thing other,
( transforming streams )
and creation that which
implies `ex nihilo´,
( in favour of new forms
brought into being )
then art would be
creation.
however, art as well
produces things and enters thus the course of streams.
yet, every time it
primiparously creates sense.
therefore, production and
creation cross each other, lie side by side.
( take me twilight )
.28
i do believe that truth
is entirely a style of matter.
it is nothing but a moral
prejudice that there is truth without appearance.
( truth is revealing )
( truth is concealing )
it is the aim of art to
reveal itself.
and to conceal the
artist.
.29
i do reject conventional
concerns of morals.
? good vs evil ?
! pah !
my self prefers lossless
compressions.
the morale of monotone
duality leads to nothing but catastrophe.
( the accident of
occident )
in art good intentions
are of no value – all bad art is the result of good intentions.
( the one who wants to be
an angel becomes a savage animal )
art´s aim is no more to
give pleasure than to give pain.
.30
i do disdain the drabness
of duality.
it´s language that
underlies the operation of duality – of binary calculi.
( male vs female … body
vs soul … substance vs attributes )
it´s not that language
distorts prelingual reality,
it´s all but a
displacement of the primal root.
in fact, it is the
primer.
that´s why we have to
pass it.
( don´t be a duck )
in doing so, we have to
stutter.
.31
i do believe that soul
and body are different and one.
body and soul – that is –
intensity and form.
( configuration of
intensity and intensification of figure )
in fact, they are one
word.
( corpus )
a word that has been
separated,
to show it can be
interpreted in two contrastive ways.
thus soul is nothing but
the experience of body.
( psyche ist ausgedehnt,
weiß nichts davon )
.32
i do take no interest in
psychological intentions.
? to explain a flower
from the dung ?
! pah !
what an achievement.
psychology,
the pleasing, picturesque
psychology of familiar feelings.
( hey, have some fun and
lose your self – as long as you recover )
sedulous repatriation by
a barred backseat driver.
( black maria )
heydays are gone.
just dump her.
`i´ – that is the place
of the encounter.
nothing more.
.33
i do avoid the
onedimensional cul de sacs of the pensée unique.
cities have much more to
offer than roundabouts and one way streets.
( city as prey, that is
to say )
moreover, over and over
again, i prefer to take adaptive walks on the wild side.
and – you may agree –
there is a certain point, from which one never will return.
( this point has to be
reached )
.34
i do agree that trees
endangered by a storm do never break but merely bend.
and still.
it´s not the bending that
does matter.
it is the breaking.
as where there´s danger,
grows that which saves.
( smooth ice is paradise
for those who dance with expertise )
.35
i do talk with fireworks
and thunder to your slack and sleeping senses.
every thing that´s
popular is wrong.
hence art should never
try to be popular.
instead the people should
try to make their selves artistic.
( and so much more
important than making art is how to make it )
.36
i do strive for my
compatible complices – no bystanders, spectators, listeners.
there are only two things
of importance in this world.
the one is love, the
other art.
and what i do is not for
masturbation,
( the lonesome lust )
but for collective
orgasm.
( the col cahoot )
i wish no praise, no
plaudits, no reproach.
just accompaniment.
.37
i do prefer playing with
pleasure to struggling with sobriety.
my self invents no thing
…
… as it´s all there.
( oui, oui, oui, oui )
merely a game, thus is
the universe.
a game without a why.
it plays while it is
playing.
.38
i do solicit you to deign
and go along with my maimed mind.
take up a stance on your
eksistence …
… and take the sub away
from substance.
abandon attributes …
… adopt your attitude.
( be polymorph pervert )
and hurry – as we´re
pinched for time.
.39
i do love compliments.
people love to give joy
by praising.
( be my bisseurs )
i would sadden them if i
did not take pleasure in their praise.
and to the happy few:
bisou to you.
.40
i do assure you that my
word has to be tenebrous.
i am the twinkling
question mark beside your premature assumptions.
( larvatus prodeo )
do never trust the
teller.
tryst the tale.
ainiktês.
moi …