Making & Magic Words

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In the Name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful

RECITE thou, in the name of thy Lord who created;—

Created man from CLOTS OF BLOOD:—

Recite thou! For thy Lord is the most Beneficent,

Who hath taught the use of the pen;—

Hath taught Man that which he knoweth not.

-From The Qur'an

I just need time to relax

I just need time to relax
I just need to relax time
I just need time relax to
I just need relax to time
I just need relax time to
I just need to time relax
I just relax to need time
I just relax need to time
I just relax time need to
I just relax to time need
I just relax need time to
I just relax time to need
I just time to relax need
I just time to need relax
I just time relax to need
I just time relax need to
I just time need to relax
I just time need relax to
I just to need time relax
I just to time need relax
I just to need relax time
I just to time relax need
I just to relax need time
I just to relax time need

Yaffital

Yaffital nesnala shtoa delat. Ya sprasila shtoa slutchilas, y ana prosta pavirnulas v'dragoy storanu. Ya apyat sprasila iyoa ili f'syoi harasho, ya ana nachila plakat. Patom ya padumila. Ili eta bila zavisit kakoyeta malchick ili ana prosta hatela plakat. Ya neznala shtoa skazat y delat. Patom ya pridumela: kajde deyn mi delayam y deleyam fsyoa... mi zadahnayim. Mne nravistza kada ya magu prosta pasidet sama na vostduch, bes tilifon y bes fsye. Yaffital pasmatrela na minya y sprasila katori vrema. Bila syem chisov. Patom ana nachila gavarit shtoa ana zagrustilas y shtoa nichivo bila harasho. Dojde natchilos ya ana pasmatrela na dver. Ya scazala shtoa ya znayu kak ana chustvila. Ni nada grustista. Nada smatret na nebach y dumat na haroshimu. Kada mi chustivayim kak bleen y fso shota mogla plho slutchitsa slutchilas, nada pomnat zafrta novye deyn y fsyoi budit luchyi. Eta prosta. 

Random, arbitrary, hmmm

All beauty
careless daunting elementary frankness
giddy harming illness
jarring
kinda loopy man
never-ending opium
patriotic queens request secrecy
tantalizing unbelievable victory
wailing xylophones
you're zealous

Week 7

For Class Week 7:
Florian Cramer's Words Made Flesh. You can use the link in the sidebar to go to the html page or you can download the pdf directly by clicking right Here.

Post an Artist's Response to the Generative Blog by noon the day of class and print out your response to turn in during class.

Mystery Wish List

A list of wishes that has been coded in webdings font

a man

a billion dollars

lots of clothes

love

sex

smarts

power

inspiration

to be the ruling artist of the art world ,fuck you dmien hisrt

romance

talent

Jada's writing constraint poetry

You're about to read, as often happens, a passage the author did not write, although a world participated in it. And what does that matter?

Why they sellin' niggaz CD's for under a dime
If it's all love daddy why you come wit your nine
Why my niggaz ain't get that cake
Why is a brother up North better than Jordan
That ain't get that break
Why you ain't stackin' instead of tryin' to be fly
Why is rattin' at an all time high
Why are you even alive
Why they kill Tupac n' Chris
Why at the bar you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin Crist'
Why them bullets have to hit that door
Why did Kobe have to hit that raw
Why he kiss that whore
Why.

quotes from a show

words taken from quotes of the show "the office" and jumbled together to make one long sentence.

Wait a minute Hold it I'm gonna take a great Stupid joke and a case of Diet Coke she broke And Pam's always the Pratt Institute When Michael told us We're all going to die So how Can you give Ronnie a monsoon That wasn't a tapeworm And you got zero pounds On the brighter side so then society made me clap at Phyllis And I don't care I guess Because you're kind of doing community service and I know how to pay you any amount But you know how rude of me because I want him.

that turned out quite interestiiiing...

cut up text converted to binary

Just about all the air you breathe is completely resolved into the stars.

01001010 01110101 

01110011 01110100 00100000 01100001 01100010 01101111 01110101 01110100 00100000 01100001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01100001 01101001 01110010 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01100010 01110010 01100101 01100001 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01100011 01101111 01101101 01110000 01101100 01100101 01110100 01100101 01101100 01111001 00100000 01110010 01100101 01110011 01101111 01101100 01110110 01100101 01100100 00100000 01101001 01101110 01110100 01101111 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01110011 01110100 01100001 01110010 01110011 00101110

multiple quotes from the radio combined:

It isn't unusual to become extinct it's actually normal.You don't have to spend the rest of your life with ED. Slumps make you question every single thing in your life. Remember, time lost is brain lost.

A-z (well kind of)

Ok so this is a poem composed of rap song lyrics and each line is a line from a different artist starting with an artist that begins with the letter A and then continuing in alphabetical order in till the last line is of an artist that begins with Z. So thourgh the archives of gangster rap I go, to find lines of rap songs that work in this system.


A-Z


Shut your face homeboy, yo it's on
Take time to listen, I'll explain how it goes
I've been out of the game for way too long
To find a resting place so her soul can roam

What's your definition of dope?
Materialistic shit makes me sick
Hell no I won't smoke no coke
Its the biggest nigga you know eyeing your chick

As all my opponents get fucked
Y'all fuck up it's worth your life
Ya'll just ran out of fuckin luck
I'm grabbing, hugging it tight

You know what you feelin'
She already off to a good start
Just beep me, when you be tweaking
Put a skip in my hood heart


Ok well, I think you get the idea. I would finish but the website with the archive just quit working, so yeah.

Week 6

For Class Week 6:
The Tapeworm Foundry by Darren Wershler-Henry

Toronto-based Wershler-Henry's last book of poems, Nicholodeon, was a seemingly exhaustive survey of the possibilities of concrete and process-based poetry in the Nineties, organized like a paper database with icons to guide the wary reader toward conceptual handles. The Tapeworm Foundry is, in some ways, the opposite: a single unpunctuated sentence of pro-Situ proposals that resembles a social virus more than a functioning data-organism, its litany of avant-garde projects linked only by the seemingly innocuous, but progressively more imperative-sounding, "andor."

Post an Artist's Response to the Generative Blog by noon the day of class and print out your response to turn in during class.

Research and Design Experiment: Due October 23
Primarily, this is a research project that will consist of a 1250 word essay (roughly 4 double spaced pages). You should pick two or three things we have talked about in class and reference one or two things you have discovered on your own. Think of this as an opportunity to research, design and experiment with systems you are interested in exploring for your final project.

If I were famous you might want to read this

To the future and beyond:

endless

end game

endtimer

If I were dead I couldn't stop you.

John Cage

(or Flaubert's psychotropic organ)
sentimental teleology, an attempt to track intellection back to the embryo: compositional time doesn't posit itself as a deferral, but as present enactment thereby registering a bifurcation of its occasion, achieving a static display in a cosmic "Fragmentation. We began by increasing the differences between the sounds making a klangfarbenmelodie. More and more we left openings in our space and time. What changed matters radically was the willingness to stop work altogether before the structure was complete. After that there was no longer any fixed structure: just parts in any number, superimposition, and duration. Time-sense changed. Now he says: The permeation of space with sound." Synthesis of matter and anti-matter; commitment dial.

More Persons In You Than One

(A) scribbles works classified by truth and splendor, dissecting all the beauty that he detects in this world. (B) mocks (A)'s fanciful and romantic ideology, refuting all potential dreams with a case of dry and unyielding sarcasm. (C) recognizes his own hypocrisy and ignores it. (D) is easily weakened by the one he loves. (E) torments, crucifies and neglects, callous and aloof as he identifies his prey. (F) exposes his nude, scrawny body to any and all. (G) gags at the sight of his reflection as he gazes into the mirror. (H) inquires. (I) accesses the mysteries and labyrinths of the universe. (J) asks permission to execute. (K) is relentless in his convictions, disparaging the the doctrine and faith of others. (L) kisses her with undying passion. (M) cannot recall the name of (L)'s "her." (M) believes. (N) cannot recall his own name. (O) oxidizes. (P) combs his hair in a side part and eats crumpets during teatime. (Q) initiates the party and leaves shortly after. (R) utters the faintest whisper and clutches her arm as if it is his divine right. (S) smokes Parliament light cigarettes while chewing Nicorette. (T)

A Duchamp

The glasses. She picks them up off the floor. She puts a cigarette in her mouth. The computer on the couch. She puts on her headphones and plugs the cord into the computer. The glass of water on the floor. The bag leaning against the wall. She opens the refrigerator. She throws away some old fruit. The sunglasses on the counter. 

The jacket on the floor. She scratches her neck. The smell of rice cooking. She picks up the trash bag. She switches on the light. The bag of apples. The pen on the floor. She closes the door. Her hands smell like cigarettes. The unfolded shirt. The notebook on the table. The water is boiling. The fan has stopped working. 

One shoe is missing. The melon has gone bad. The oven is still on. An hour has gone by. Her eye is twitching. My cell phone is off. She puts on a sweater. The house still smells like rice. The odor coming from the trash is distracting. 

Smell

The streets glaze themselves with personality.
The sun beams professionally to your liking.
A building on ever side of you, in your pose, you clothes, your walk and talk.
The brisk air
The Humidity in summer.
Fall
Fashion, fashion, fashion has taken its own and taken by its best of the world.
My approach is careful, tactic. My wits are about me being young.
Shopping for Love and all of the above.
"Hi how are you. Oh thank you so much, yea I got it from Pink. Yea. I know, I know. Well thank you, enjoy your day.
Did I buy that tie for him?
Do I buy anything for anyone anymore.
Glancing past work I resit the temptation for coffee.
Shopping for Love.
I looked for an angel today. I found one. Brooks bros.
LA Couch.
Polo.
Looks like I should shop some more.
Break my heart Christian Dior.
You are much more trustworthy then the fabric that itches more of me being alive. Can you imagine. You could never come in comparison to my things, there much more important then you.
Shopping for Love.

Week 5

For Class Week 5:
Selections from Silence and from A Year From Monday: New Lectures and Writings by John Cage.
Reading packet handed out in class.

Post an Artist's Response to the Generative Blog by noon the day of class and print out your response to turn in during class.

conceptual writing

TEARS TRIHEDRAL COLONY
CONCERTO VERMILION VERISIMILITUDE FOSTER
CONFERENCE ACAPHALIA VESTIGAL CORONERS
RAVENOUS FOSSIL DIRECTIONARY RELAY
ANTHROPIC LAUREATES PARSING FLARES
ZYAZOGETON OLYMPIC SCRIVENER
LAMINATE TIDES CREASE FRICTION.

The Sound of One

My machine took a liking to me. But what does it mean to love, the sensing of love?
Lets take Vogue. If Vogue were able to construct itself in the manner of "model", ( Advertisement specialist) and recreate thought process through that of marketing, we could begin to figure out Vogue + "model" = lucubration. I'm going to begin using terms that only make sense to me. I will not try to explain it because I will in term do a terrible job communicating these ideas to you. I am retarded! Because I am retarded, I refuse to continue this conversation. Do you think I'm pretty? Yes, you do!
FIVE PLUS FIVE IS TEN! That's just so cute that I can count isn't it.
Random play breeds success. You make so much sense to my big brain. Why have I not worked the way I was told, now I look stupid! Now listen very carefully....Because I have such a big brain, I do extremely armature shit. Yes, I'm embarrassed, my pride is getting the very best of me, I shall stay ignorant, And some more news (Pause) I will never change! Isn't that so cute, I think it is.
Ma man!

collage inspired by John Baldessari, Donald Burgy, and Michael Harvey

This vision from Book 20 is still to come. Her defenses nonetheless still just stand, and she asks the stranger for some proof of his story, not so much doubting it perhaps as  asking for fuller confirmation of what she is coming to believe. In flexion, the posterior longitudinal ligament absorbs the thrust from the disc nuclei. Darrow spoke for more than 12 hours. The judge deliberated for a month and then sentenced Leopold and Loeb to life in prison. In the next land we found were Kyklopes, giants, louts, without a law to bless them. There on the beach we lay, and slept till morning. It is a weak wrist flexor and takes no part in abduction or adduction because of its central location. But if the body if physical and the mind in nonphysical, how is this interaction possible? Faced with such a trenchant and unyielding critic, Descartes was out of ideas.

I Need Direction

I loved you all the way till yesterday.
Help me understand why you be sexin with another man!
Stay in between two over sized buildings.
Have them look at you.
Have them scare the shit out of you.
If this does not happen, please do not panic, although it is encouraged.
Don't mess with a little girls dream!
Walk in between two walls.
Closing in on you, gently step out of the way of the walls.
If this does not happen, please do not panic. In case of this, you will die.
Do not pick up any phone calls, they will only confuse you.
Vacation for five min and take a walk to her resting place.
She will give you something.
Take that something.
Smoke that something.
Now hide!
Look to the sky, do not take your eyes away from sky, she will be very angry with you as well as the something, as well as the someone who GAVE you the something, that you should have already smoked at this point.
Take a breath.
Continue.
Does she love you as much as you love her.
Mommy.
Pay no attention to that voice of protection of want.
Look ahead.
There's everything you've ever wanted.
Success, happiness, destruction.
I loved you all the way till yesterday.

I Love to Dance by Alison Haggerty

This was inspired by Vito Acconci, John Baldessari, and Robert Smithson.
oh and of course, dance.

I love to dance
Love to dance I
To dance I love
Dance I love to

Dance to love I
To love I dance
Love I dance to
I dance to love

I love to Dance
I love to
I love
I

Love to dance I
Love to dance
Love to
Love

To dance I love
To dance I
To dance
To

Dance I love to
Dance I love
Dance I
Dance

Dance
Dance I
Dance I love
Dance I love to

To
To dance
To dance I
To dance I love

Love
Love to
Love to dance
Love to dance I

I
I love
I love to
I love to dance

An Ode to John Baldessari, Bruce McLean and Lawrence Weiner

Art
new
splendoured
still
specific
1st
suburban
spatial
shallow
black
bad
Make Art
wild
domestic
quick
Scottish
lovesick
Funny
Universal
fresh
multi
facial
visual
mixed
wearable
easy
Boring
relaxay
disposable
throwaway
kickaway
torn
crimble crumble
large
I Make Boring Art
bonny
some
glass
little
icarus
eclectic
constructional
I Will Not
floataway
polished
washed
present
young
dying
blue
white
super duper
super
slow
big
Make
greatest
twelve
12
retrospective
early
high
major
late
falling
Not Boring
nude
modern
four
shifting
6
middle class
minimal
modifiable
Any More
vacant
gullible
gold
unfinished
first
last
fun
wet
dry
revived
looseleaf
I Will Not Make
Contemporary
Grand
Temporary
industrial
torrid
draped
light
dark
front
standard
cycling
recent
Will
freeloving
pot smoking
fine
ordinary
abnormal
normal
cylindrical
confined
Art
cliché
controlled
gilded
round
outside
stink
obsessive
underground
I
semi porn
linguistic
transmedia
cotton
trendy
experimental
fantasy
serious
red
brown
Not
medical
stained
aromatic
instant
Plastic
Equestrian
crazy
oral
edible
fresh
Subterranean
flashing
fat
concealed
long
sad
I WILL NOT MAKE ANY MORE BORING ART.

Fluxus

LETTERS
put nivea on hands and massage the microphone
1968, 1999
WATER
discover that urban locations are assemblages
1927, 2006
SUBLIMATION
spell names of terrorist groups backwards
1988, 2005

letters and number value

Alright,
So basically as a response to the reading for this week I will post my own sort of conceptual writing system/ analysis of weather statements made are good or bad. Basically you start with a statement heard or said, and then each individual letter is giving a value in number form, and then added up with other letters in a word. Then the value of the whole word is added or subtracted from the statement based on its part of speech. But yeah its a little confusing to explain so here are some examples:

1. A joke, without the punch line can be determined good or bad based on the initial question.

>What did the Ocean say to the boat?
Each letter is given a value>4102/111/210/00001/002/20/210/2002
The letter values are added to give word values>7/3/3/1/2/2/2/4
The numbers are put into an addition subtraction equation based on the words part of speech>
7+3+3-1-2+2+2-4=10
The statement equals positive 10, so in conclusion the joke is good.

2. A statement

>I went to school today.
>3/4012/20/001001/20102
>3/7/2/2/5
>3+7+2-2-5=5
This concludes that it was good to go to school on that day.

3. Another statement

>The Devil ate my shorts.
>210/10211/020/12/010120
>3/5/2/3/4
>3-5-2+3-4=-7
This concludes that this was a bad occurrence.



But yeah this makes sense in my head and I’m pretty sure that’s all that matters.

Something of Interest

Hi All - here's something of interest
http://arsonism.org/portfolio/

Week 4

For Class Week 4:
The UBUWEB :: Anthology of Conceptual Writing :: introduced and edited by Craig Douglas Dworkin.
Focus your attention on 3-5 different artists and base your Artist's Response on their work.

Post an Artist's Response to the Generative Blog by noon the day of class and print out your response to turn in during class.

Obstruct traffic

Okay, so you start with two to four teams (or as many as you want) each consisting of one to five participants.
Then map out a grid of busy city intersections, which will become the space in which the event will take place.
Dress as astronauts, keeping you identity concealed. Make sure while you are dressed up that you have weights tied to you making in harder to walk. Carry flags (each team having there own color flags), cross busy streets and claim various cross walks by putting your flag in the way of cars.
The team with the most intersections claimed wins.
Continue your daily routine in costume.

Blow bubbles while pouring hot fudge on ice cream

let ice cream melt or give to old woman

Chase a rainbow

Chase a falling star

random things that were in a dream.. not in order.

A tv. A bigger tv. brother. friend. a cigarette? 4 cigarettes? a woman named marti. a teddy bear? weird couple. old man. "i'm doing graphic design." indoors. "you can have this tv" two school nurses. desks. dark. a church. apartment. "eeew" dinner. night time. "want to get some food?" day time. internet. text messages. dorms. "this tv has more channels!" linking arms. awkward feeling. "hold on." outside. homework. bed. computer. lots of people. "what?!" "hmm i don't rememer that name.." crazy woman. breaking.

Written text from an overheard conversation

Oh no. I'm gunna try to do this. Ugh, this is so... sorry. Oh my God this is so funny. It's like a book about sex. I don't like this. What are you reading? Mine says you have a way with words, this is so random! This is like, perhaps i should choose something slightly... wait can you take this off the record? 

What? Each letter of what, the alphabet? By the way don't come into the kitchen I'm chopping onion. What words start with z? The word sex appears quite frequently. This is a huge chicken breast. It's all squishy. You wanna bite? Shit, I got to chop up mushrooms.

Tonight, tonight, tell me I'm the only one. Salt! Me tight, tonight, it's youuuu... Are you supposed to wash mushrooms? I'm missin you like candy....

I think  I really wanna switch the book. I'm so indecisive. Make a decision. Switch the damn book. What's that N'sync song in A Bug's Life? Remember that camp-out story I told you about? We chose some N'sync song. Yeah this isn't working. This will be good. See what are you supposed to do? 

Work Katao. I'm so excited we're down to the final 4. She made it look like a fools outfit. Shut-up bitch. There is no one to talk to. It was fun at first but then it got kinda lonely. 

Then don't. 

Your model was Katerina, what do you want to do? Afeterzein! Only three will compete at fashion week. Tim is waiting in the lobby. I just don't know what I want to do. I am nervous.

Funny this is so typical of me. I don't know why I even care. Follow me. Oh! Here we go one more time, N'sync has got the flow! Yes, yes, yes here we go, N'sync has got the flow...

Oh my God Ashley. You're singing some of the most random shit. Something has to stop. No Gloria Estefan. No it's Michael Jackson. I was trying to block it out. Too much, too much. Bobby D! My ass is sore.

Where's the Raid?

Acrostic Chance

Many people feel like a one-night stand is something to be ashamed or embarrassed by

You have a real way with words

Her running furiously 

One of the finest bodies our ecosystem has ever created

Rolled each and every morsel of it into finely rolled joints

In the basement

Zz cut

Of Jersey trash

Name is Cincinnati

Toilet paper, with my pants around my ankles

At that age I had heard about sex but had no idea what it looked like

Look back at that experience

Life than macaroni and cheese and The Brady Bunch

In the basement

Food and cuddling

Everything was very quiet