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no sentence first )
i am no man.
i am no woman.
i am a coruscating pop explosion.
( the super nova ekstasis )
.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 routine.
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 will 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 want 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 …
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