society-society: February 7th 2011

 

 

 

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http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=10150376487015261&id=593488874



 

 

 

from a status update,
‎(sleeps)

 

 

 

Night,

(first image)

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Dog house, Tennessee, 2011

An electric blanket…
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Matthew George Richard Ward



 

 

 

Night, 1



 

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Night, 3

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Guy Debord, 1955 (?) “Psychogeographic guide of Paris: edited by the Bauhaus Imaginiste Printed in Dermark by Permild & Rosengreen – Discourse on the passions of love: psychogeographic descents of drifting and localisation of ambient unities.”
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Psycho-geography is the art that tries to record and understand the influence of the outer environment on the human mind and vice versa. Literary psycho-geography is the expression of this phenomena in literature, whereby literature is taken in its widest possible sense: any writing that manages to capture the influence of a particular part of a city or landscape on the human mind, or a person’s projection of inner feelings or moods onto the outer environment. Well versed literary texts, poetry, novels or theatre plays, but also popular fiction, comic books, journalistic writing, songs, films, official reports and advertisement slogans, all these can have fragments or passages that capture ‘psycho-geographic moments’ in descriptive text. All these scattered text fragments, when put together, will make it possible to ‘read’ the life story of the (city) landscape, to ‘map’ it’s changes of atmosphere and mood. Books make this liaison with the past possible, they are an interface to learn about a town. This relation can also be reversed: learning about books and their authors by drifting through the city landscape.

http://imaginarymuseum.org/LPG/TALPflw1.htm#an interactive installation by Tjebbe van Tijen


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Damien Crisp was tagged in April Davis’s album.



 

 

 


 

 

 

‎”Like the character in the Borges story who writes, word for word, the works of Miguel Cervantes under the pseudonym “Miguel Cervantes”, Borges set about writing his own life under the pseudomnym “Jorge Luis Borges”. Of course when he began this work he had not yet lived it…”

The Cure – Pictures Of You (live) – link

 

 

 

from a status update,
Paris ?

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Get Me Away From Here,
I’m Dying: A manifesto on love & art
http://bit.ly/society_society—Get-Me-Away-From-Here-I-Am-Dying

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“Art is torn the way reality is torn,
torn by the difference between a life lived and life
lived on reality television. Poetry, substance, love and
experimentation are flickering in and out of
consciousness, almost dead. The human is erased.

It is the human that is missing from much
contemporary art. Missing from the objects. Missing
from the discussion. Missing in the bright white
boutiques called galleries that rely on two forms of
alienation to project value and power- social alienation
and alienated objects.

Art made to flow with everything, powerful as
a market and entertainment commodity, is otherwise
powerless. It relinquishes art’s potential as a force
of resistance, favoring the dependable consistent
veneer of porn over the turbulent subjective spiral
into love.”

from Slave (Expanded);
Damien Crisp, 2010, Unknown Press

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from a status update,
‎http://society-society.com/ This work, 1 day of fragments ending as 1 print, isn’t about Facebook. It’s about life. The prints, mostly white, blank, are like the cracks I draw on walls: invisible structures on walls around other work. The possibility of having an audience here w/out permission is an intentional break w/ the art world but so is most of my work. -from a thread on John Xero ‘s status.

 

 

 

‎”Everyday is silence”, 2010

ATM card, plastic fragments, calendar, collage (paper),
lights and plastic frame on a looping circuit, rough drafts
from ‘Slave (Expanded)’.
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Damien Crisp, Misc. work, 2007-2011.

 

 

 


 

 

 

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A cat’s grave, Tennessee, 2011

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‎”I own you. I own you, so give us a song.” ~ ANIKA, “Yang Yang”

 

 

 


 

 

 

Notes on the idea of muses_______Σειρήν Seirēn, Roman poets placed them on an island: ‘It is but to keep the nerves at strain, To dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up 2 begin again – So the chase takes up one’s life, that’s all.’ -from Life In A Love, Robert Browning [image from last night]

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In Boeotia, the homeland of Hesiod, tradition persisted: the Muses had once been three in number. Diodorus Siculus, quotes Hesiod to the contrary, “Writers disagree over the number of the Muses; for some say that they are three, and others that they are nine, but the number nine has prevailed since it rests upon the authority of the most distinguished men, such as Homer and Hesiod and others like them.”
αἱ μοῦσαι

 

 

 

from a status update,
From twitter,
@anikainvada “Please wait @ the gate of heaven”, Σειρήν Seirēn – Roman poets placed them on an island: http://bit.ly/society_society–SIREN

 

 

 

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[Tennessee,2011]

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{from yesterday afternoon in Tennessee;
Image from Iceland vacation, with ex-wife’s family, December}

Notes on a short marriage: In the end it was my own character my image as seen by the other side, that was rewritten & shot down by the princess, because this anti-prince couldn’t provide images the Queen desired & the Queen’s desire had overtaken the princess. This, itself, is enough to help me forget & move on -understanding nothing was real, or “I” was not “there”. So today I am smiling in the sun. 2/6/11 ♥

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‎”A cheap holiday in other peoples misery. I don’t wanna holiday in the sun… I didn’t ask for sunshine and I got World War three. I’m looking over the wall and they’re looking at me. Well they’re staring all night and they’re staring all day. I had no reason to be here at all, but now i gotta reason it’s no real reason.” ~ Live at Longhorn Ballroom in Dallas, TX. Tuesday, 1/10/78

The Sex Pistols – Holidays In The Sun – link

 

 

 

In the morning I devastated the neighbors with an essay on new American fascism… or I wanted to crack open their ignorance. But the father, their ‘leader’, just gave a condescending glance and said,
“People who think too much go crazy”.

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