I feel like this is the life of art in terms of history. Or the muse from the point of view of history. The personification of something that's a process.
perhaps a particular characterization of the muse or process. a particular perspective maybe. definitely that historical thing comes in though. that was wonderful for you to note. the post is titled ubu after http://www.ubu.com/ so there is most definitely that among other aspects.
the creative imperative in general of course holds more various and different than my own characterization contains or reflects. limitlessly, for sure. maybe it's against that backdrop that personification begins. taste, discernments... fuller & hawking & feynman, zinn & chomsky & on and on, i love 'em all even if i don't hold 'em on my own immediate desk.
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somewhere in between brain centers it all becomes cinema and the cloying seductions of preoccupations of form finally gives up the ghost and shuffles off as content saunters ondesk and asks for it's script and asks what is my motivation like some method actor and asks and asks and asks why over and over like a two year old threatening to topple the desk and just hit the stage and just do improv risking vacuity, boredom, waste and failure to connect in a miasma of meta
no myth, no boon no story, no time but to stop time like lyric poetry and more a virtual heart on sleeve or not as a place, as a headspace or a home, a cave or the source itself, grace
all to be threaded into this tiny ass window where it's all different, like a late night quiet near-empty chatroom with just enough others of like minds and kind
the work is what matters .. in spite of all sorts/manner of forces trying to drag it down/shut it up (oh, and it looks as though i'm going to be sued by the .. aggressive management of a minor Pop Groop ..)
oh man, the mad vibes do exponentially increase as 12/21/12 approaches ever closer... or something. the cognitive dissonance epidemic -or *some* kind of epidemic of mass hysteria continues to build, it seems. but yeah. the waves of nitwittery snowball ever greater...
madness. it's beyond a lethal frenzied trend. the oceans and rivers, ground and sky, space, the airwaves, the courts, the web, the streets, homes... everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, but for some minds, some hands
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Or the muse from the point of view of history.
The personification of something that's a process.
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perhaps a particular characterization of the muse or process. a particular perspective maybe. definitely that historical thing comes in though. that was wonderful for you to note. the post is titled ubu after http://www.ubu.com/ so there is most definitely that among other aspects.
the creative imperative in general of course holds more various and different than my own characterization contains or reflects. limitlessly, for sure. maybe it's against that backdrop that personification begins. taste, discernments... fuller & hawking & feynman, zinn & chomsky & on and on, i love 'em all even if i don't hold 'em on my own immediate desk.
hey, congratulations to you and Yossi! Jen, i must say (must, i tell you), you are absolutely one of the coolest people i know.
thank you for the spot-on reply...
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somewhere in between brain centers it all becomes cinema
and the cloying seductions of preoccupations of form
finally gives up the ghost and shuffles off
as content saunters ondesk
and asks for it's script
and asks what is my motivation
like some method actor
and asks and asks and asks
why over and over like a two year old
threatening to topple the desk
and just hit the stage and just do improv
risking vacuity, boredom, waste
and failure to connect
in a miasma of meta
no myth, no boon
no story, no time
but to stop time like lyric poetry
and more
a virtual heart
on sleeve or not
as a place, as a headspace
or a home, a cave
or the source itself, grace
all to be threaded into this tiny ass window
where it's all different, like a late night quiet near-empty chatroom
with just enough others
of like minds
and kind
one hopes
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...& there's the 960px version: http://zuma.vip.warped.com/headspace.htm
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http://www.blacktwigpickers.com/legaljazz-its-like-legal.html
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madness. it's beyond a lethal frenzied trend. the oceans and rivers, ground and sky, space, the airwaves, the courts, the web, the streets, homes... everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, but for some minds, some hands ( ... )
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this made my day
i didn't expect a reply. i just left a note in his comment box on the contact page on ubu, which warns he gets a ton of mail as it is.
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John, that's simply superb. Thank you for sending it along! I forwarded it to Shelly. I know she'll be really thrilled. Yours, Kenneth
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> > http://zuma.vip.warped.com/stn.htm
> > -made without permission from screen captures of Silver Houses by Shelly Silver
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> > http://zuma.livejournal.com/147711.html
> > -posted in celebration of and inspired by ubu.com
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> > thank you, Kenneth
> > thank you so much
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