Sep 19, 2007


A few days ago I was using a computer program to generate brown, pink, and white noise for experimental sound composition. I saved a twenty second segment of white noise as a seperate file and soon listened to it turned up loud in the headphones. I made random loops out of the noise, and found a few paranoiac* statements in the mix. These were distorted, humorous and interesting phrases, spoken with curious timing in a metallic, static-filled voice. Among them were "pleasure the flesh," "please take my fleas," "write, wield the quill," and "g'mornin." I saved each voice to later play to friends, so that their own paranoiac mechanisms might be exercised. It will be interesting to see if they hear what I heard, or if some other revelation will stumble out of the rumbling texture for them.

*'Paranoiac' refers to a phrase which means 'delirium of interpretation.' This phenomena has been written about by Leonardo DaVinci, Salvador Dali, and others.


This link, when copied and pasted into a browser window, will take you to an article by a Swedish comrade which plays with the question "what is surrealism?' I found it a well-developed and intriguing statement which, despite its lucid quality, is still somewhat tentative. Such efforts to re-contextualize the evolving 'open system' which surrealism is have my support as important gestures against the widespread confusion and popular mediocrity that has influenced the way 'the public' uses words. Plus, it is always interesting to see surrealists and their friends put forward just what a surrealist praxis is, for them.

Sep 3, 2007

MAY 1954

Her desire to introduce freedom does not place against its arrival external impressions of use receiving exhausted delight. To retain it, her enigmatic nature--with a bit of ribbon--may seem once more in the street, but inside things and people. Then, language is transformed into gravitations dedicated to my forehead. The hand is waiting to fall to the ground in May, 1954.