Archive for April, 2010

Cut-up #2

Sunday, April 25th, 2010

(Cut-up of posts 11 – 20)

But something logical, rational, and understanding through a subjective and thugs. Later, I feel my tendency was more and the moisture runs from my mouth. I lived in Los Angeles (some even psychedelic/experimental/acid, underground diversity of beings that can originate from the started with this burning discomfort of Inner Need acting especially in the techniques toward a widespread and common mushrooms for a sustained duration. They call to each other, get into cars with layers and texture can frustrate the representations, perhaps they mean nothing. I throw all and he traveled to a great many states and disliked the purism…during rehearsals…darkest work… Question habits, tastes; approach situations/look at things differently. Be, day-to-day or very short-term basis. deconstruct binary oppositions by distortion, displacement, who comes along and understands perfectly, perhaps the depressed, sometimes I was emotional, other and keep composed. The street seems to glow and my mind spreads these energies, the confusion, passion, anxiety, desperate swoon with tortured lust. family is small: my Birthday Party, painting uses because this surface limitation appropriate remedy? This is not an easy various explored methods to counter this control and push toward primarily, sense has to do with what we life/figure drawing craziness head on. I walk up something fundamental, foundational in sloppy developing, fingers in acid. Still Mexican-American inclinations?)

The Top Ten Favorite Bands of Institutional control and become manifest into a formed expression works further to confound such  largely determined ideas, impulses, influences, and insights. There fascinated. They call to difference that it collapses somewhere in the blood gathers in places in my body and hardens. somewhat mysterious and removed from me, comically absurd, aggressively innovative, and thereby enter into consciousness. Some outer expression is called for, is thought that has brought us through complexes of enslavement of meaning seems to be linked to the relation and unlimited in its potential. burn marks around the doorknob, and a cloven piece which might be accessed later in powdered charcoal. At night, crazy, running across European/Anglo-American types and Rockets of living/reading respects drilling a hole in my head with his general attitude toward women—they don’t think we can talk about absolute dim red-amber light, bent over trays of chemicals, interspersed between hookers, pan-handlers, expressionistic, textural surfaces… That interest in dense outer path, captivated by exposed, undulating flesh. For the native American mental instability…ironic…status quo and enforces the pressure of a reductive movement between my inner and outer realities, such that binary oppositions, and the limitations of Word and Flesh, are expressed potential of meaning even though it might not be presently in a space and my visual art. An audio gyrates, sticks ass out, her cheeks press up against might be folded and disintegrated into other approaches, in complex, confusing, a powerful conductor. I wobble and started with European medieval knights. Periodically I saw some commercial television changed…ousted…strong…affiliated…executed upon it. The surface holds a potential determine meaning or something that operated in a predominately rational or coherent way. I struggle with control, whether it be by political systems, intoxicating substances, language, or biology itself,

Cut-up #1

Sunday, April 25th, 2010

(Cut-up of posts 1 – 10)

Even shoots through tissue, a fantastic interwoven network into conformity so that method of categorization leads to knowledge and support for convulsive shock capacity. The forth one, with the symbols Bowie did for me, was ready for me, get chased by the possessed chaotic beings on the other bizarre flow of it. And how natural, organic connections, while showing me to work it with the other hand and perplexing experiences goes through intense episodes of being a person or people straying too far from these forces, because being dirty is to not be, will always be in tension with Control.

Get the horizontal plane of land beyond some barrier, while extending upright mind consistently for a couple stickers and stuff. These years when I learned to drive, experimented with possessed with an alien mutation pragmatic and empirical tasks which satisfy expand to include the dream, the subconscious, flights of equation such as young protagonist’s head, and he is wakened from a deep sleep marijuana, or experiences imbued in me, some great, always towards death! Let’s call the state of authority the short-comings, limitations.  The shaman impact these had on solid groove for the techno-magician left side to our bodies and brains and the insane special or intercessory relationship with these overcome the crude and restrictive rudiments of vapor inhalation.

I couldn’t believe, after knowing this and having possessed individuals, how the music wrapped his body, and the accompanying chemical around much separation is required in the mystery and wildness of experience. Periodic cycles of day and, while it may be true that the human mind tends to night, records hundreds of times, actually wearing so dances fascinated by his creativity.

A divine mark or calling is placed on the aspects of shamanism, as mediums of a Two, Three, and Four; and, there is also an alternative, wider self. They practice with amounts of another change for these things. And don’t these term-sets always built into crude, simplistic, satellite revolving around, realigned my adolescent indelible impression, inseparably linked (mentally and physically) to a greater natural source of power to change or enchant, to affect, of heavy drinking. From basically amicably with the rest of the consciousness and a body, banner of Reason and contestable nature of placing electric guitar riffs of wanting to find something forced deeper and deeper into both encompassing opposites?

Dirt refers to matter or a quality that is misplaced, while clean refers look at primal true function of thought voyages into blackouts. Even after it had ended I was far from without noise? And, when Expressionism, and Surrealism opened thousand categories, only to discover that each recall the purity of the experience of listening deep chord in me that still resonates logical reduction down to the simple and mundane, the practical and observable, discovery of their mutual identity. The last shot great value will be placed on one who has a special or intercessory absence of control exerted by noxious feeling one gets when commingling mind-floating effects.

William S. Burroughs

Sunday, April 25th, 2010

I became absorbed in the written work of William S. Burroughs. I first read Exterminator!, Naked Lunch, and then Cities of the Red Night, The Place of Dead Roads, and The Western Lands, then Interzone, Junkie, The Job, and other various writings, also biographical material. Something sharp and unique stirs in those works, and I was drawn into it by both the rhythm of the language and the absurd incidents disclosed. The struggle with control, whether it be by political systems, intoxicating substances, language, or biology itself, which runs through these works in many forms, and the various explored methods to counter this control and push toward states of freedom, were particularly fascinating for me.

I was quite struck by many of the ideas presented in these works. The one, for instance, that language is a virus, connected to the Right virus—disease that causes infected party to believe s/he is right and others are wrong—which has evolved into binary logic systems, working by either/or, right/wrong constructs, and the kind of “rational” thought that has brought us through complexes of enslavement and death to weapons of mass destruction and the brink of extinction, and the connection between this virus and white people, who became infected and contracted it after barely surviving some kind of atomic or nuclear explosion some 30,000 years ago in the Gobi desert, which forced them westward to undergo genetic mutation in the darkness of caves…

There is a magical aspect to much of the writing of Burroughs, especially in the techniques he considers for liberation. (Sex magic, cutting up the Word to rewrite Reality, etc.) His literary works create a sci-fi, carnivalesque, kaleidoscopic, mythological realm, where the concern to break free of binary oppositions, and the limitations of Word and Flesh, are expressed in a variety of permutations. There is a general outlandishness in these due to the working through of his objectives: deconstruct binary oppositions by distortion, displacement, and satirical methods, and then cultivate the emerging eruption of a new term that cannot be absorbed into the traditional binary structure and that works further to confound such structures. Though the characterizations and scenarios are not always to my liking—there is an awful lot of sex and violence, and I cannot concur with his general attitude toward women—they are always smart and creative, and worthy of some consideration.

Consider the meaning and function of the logocentric body, the methods, and by what forces, it is artificially constructed, and how, contrary to this fact, it is passed off as something natural.

Consider methods and reasons for transgressing the limits of this artificially constructed logocentric body.

Inner Need, Internal Desire

Friday, April 9th, 2010

Perhaps what I wrote earlier was misleading. This was not my intention: I have wanted to offer thoughtful and generally accurate guides, but pinning down messy, complex states with a line of language has always seemed for me to be a daunting and futile task.

I feel now that I should stress a point: There is an Inner Need, a reoccurring Internal Desire, and it has torn against my insides to be freed, to course through my body and become manifest into a formed expression in the world. The tearing of this Inner Need has caused a sort of psychic torment. I’ve experienced an unbalanced force of pressure between my inner and outer realities, such that the inner pressure calls for an outer event of suitable expression to balance the difference and alleviate the torment. Some outer expression is called for, is seemingly necessitated, by this Internal Desire.

But what type of expressive manifestations are an appropriate remedy? This is not an easy problem, and finding fulfilling, or even adequate, solutions to it has consumed much of my energy. I did not start with an appreciation for an art form. Not really. I didn’t enjoy looking at paintings or photographs, or listening to music, or watching movies or reading books, so much that I said to myself, “hey that’s neat. I think I like that. I’d like to try and learn that.” I started with this burning discomfort of Inner Need acting as a driving force, pushing me on a desperate hunt to find a suitable form of expression, for the purpose of offsetting a consuming sensation of inexplicable pressure.

Maybe painting wasn’t the perfect choice. It was very frustrating for me, and I struggled with it, at times quite dramatically, throughout the entire duration of my practice. But, I didn’t know what else to do. I tried using different media. I tried using psychotropic substances. I tried engaging in various life experiences. I might have tried drilling a hole in my head if I thought it would have helped. As it happened, I did what I could to try and get through it, usually on a day-to-day or very short-term basis. I developed an art practice, both disciplined and experimental, with experiential and philosophical aspects (of a type), a certain habitual regime of intoxicant use, and fell into an uneasy balancing act with wave-like states of passion, anxiety, inspiration, frustration, relentless determination and insatiable desire.

I feel this explanation is closer to the heart of the matter, and that it would be misleading to speak of my process as an intellectual sport or an obsession I had with trying to determine meaning or something that operated in a predominately rational or coherent way. I believe that all these other elements have a place, and that I have operated by a form of logic, but that these must be understood from the perspective of this Inner Need, Internal Desire.

One and All

Tuesday, April 6th, 2010

Everything is connected. Interconnectivity, by a variety of means and modes, is ubiquitous.

Maybe the World and an Individual is similar to a Text and a Reader, and the acts of Living or Reading, and the production of meaning and the ways of understanding, are dependent on various frames of reference, cultural conventions, the individual reader’s experience…Maybe it is like a detective assembling a solution from clues that can be assembled in an infinite number of ways, that can yield an infinite number of solutions—like the diversity of beings that can originate from the different organizations of a set of DNA/chromosomes—and, with each of these different solutions having a unique bearing on the meaning of the World/Text and the understanding of the Individual/Reader. The particular way a life is lived or one reads has consequences on the appearance/perception of the World/Text and the subjectivity, identity of the Individual/Reader.

Opening up to various methods of living/reading respects and utilizes the endless potentiality that exists virtually everywhere. Just beyond the Actual, behind every mundane and superficial perception of what is Real lies the Virtual bubbling with numerous unrealized possibilities. Some sources may tell us this isn’t true. Institutional control and the cultivation of consumers by capitalist enterprises, requires a reasonably stable ideology of the status quo and enforces the pressure of a reductive movement of homogenization. The Individual/Reader, however, may yet have unlimited opportunities to slip out from under this wave of homogenization and enter into a polymorphous production of rhizomatic play. Question habits, tastes; approach situations/look at things differently. Be, Exist, Differently.

These or parallel ideas emerged from and ran through (although in a rather vague and intuitive way) my art practice and process of painting. I liked the flat, two-dimensional surface that painting uses because this surface limitation can throw into relief the unlimited possibility of graphic marks that can be executed upon it. The surface holds a potential for a boundless array of articulations. I tried to vary my approach, do away with plans and pre-conceived notions, make shapes or use colors that I thought were “ugly,” question my tastes, aesthetic notions, open up my methods to allow for the unexpected, etc. I found that certain elements would continually occur. I was happy to discover these elements and allow them to appear, feeling that they indicated a more important or deeper level in my psychic disposition than the more superficial media or questionable (commercial, corporate) culturally derived sources. (A way to clean up, wash off a layer of filth). I made many free associations, let forms grow, then intuitively covered up areas, allowing only traces to remain and suggest new structures, on which new tissues of markings could be added…

To uncover processes of painting through which sensations of difference can become manifest, and thereby enter into consciousness.

Underneath the distinctions, beyond where the categories fall apart and leak out all their contents, an undifferentiated All churns in messy, seething flux. And, though our way of life, and maybe our sanity, may depend on the mediation and/or denial of it, it is still out there, all around us, pulsing wildly and absurdly, despite our actions and discourse.