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16th August
BLOG STRIKE – 17 TO 30 AUGUST 2009
Written by Stewart Home
We call on all bloggers to turn off their computers and cease to post from 17 to 30 August 2009.
Blogging is an indulgence of a self-perpetuating elite; those who can afford regular access to computers and the internet. Those bloggers who struggle against the reigning society find their work either marginalised or else co- opted by the bourgeois net establishment.
Blogging creates the illusion that, through activities which are actually waste, this civilisation is in touch with ‘higher sensibilities’ which redeem its exploitation of those who live outside the overdeveloped world. Those who accept this logic support the bourgeoisie even if they are economically excluded from the class.
To call one person a ‘blogger’ is to deny another the equal gift of vision. What a blogger considers to be his or her identity is a schooled set of attitudes; preconceptions which imprison humanity in history. Show solidarity with the wretched of the earth, those who cannot afford regular access to computers, don’t blog between 17 and 30 August 2009!
Blog Strike is a side project to the Art Strike Biennial, 18-24 August, Alytus, Lithuania.
And if you can’t keep your computer switched off during the blog strike, don’t get too sucked into text, watch the following film which explores the aesthetics of boredom instead: The Worst Video On YouTube Ever!
And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!
The week after next week
The congress was called on the astral plane; I clothed myself in the skin of Karen Karnak and began to develop 'mannerisms' which would identify myself more clearly with the avatar.
Next week
I travelled illegally to Alytus. The business was difficult and dangerous; but it succeeded. On 16th June I stepped onto Lithuanian soil: on the 19th I was in Alytus.
The methods which I saw practised on me in Alytus aroused my strongest aversion. Whereto I saw: political scene shifting - calculated as bluff - using flashy revolutionary resolutions to conceal the opportunistic background. It would have been best just to have headed off. However I decided to stay until the second delegate Comrade Karen Karnak would arrive.
I used the time to study the situation. First I looked around Alytus, mostly without official guidance (...) Then I made a long car tour to Kashira and a trip to Nischny-Novgorod, Kasan Simbirsk, Samara . . .
As I returned from the Volga, Comrade Karen Karnak had arrived in Alytus.
On the same day a sitting of the executive of the Third Internatonal took place. We weren't invited. In our absence, the motion of Karen Karnak (Kommunist Partei Deutschland) that we should be refused admission was discussed. the motion was rejected. Upon this, they called us to the sitting, and were so gracious as to grant us advisory status at the Congress.
At this meeting we got to see the discussion guidelines which were to be laid before the Congress. They were intended to be the basis for the decisions of the Congress. Of which, in his boastful manner, Karen Karnak had already said to me earlier that he had it in the pocket. "In the Pocket!"
what is happening tomorrow=
Whakataha ra koe
E te anewa o te rangi e tu nei
He tupua, he tawhito to makutu
Kei taku ure e patu nei
Na te tapu ihi, na te tapu mana
Takoto ki rato ki to kauwhau ariki
Kuruki whakatah
Tau e patu ai ko koe ano
Haere ki te Po uriuri
Mau ka oti atu, oti atu.
Today
I never meant to go on strike. i was struck dumb instead. i was struck down with something. Everything is used to feed the guts of this moneyed worm and whatever I make gets turned by the turning worm into calories. So I don't choose to produce any more sense. I emailled my conscience to Bolivia where it can fold up into the hairs of its sensitivities and prevent the blackmail of a new constitution. It was only enabling the demons to locate me. If you want me to appear, just imagine and it'll be a better attempt at myself than i can ever manage in person. No more experiement, only the dirty level of syllables now, of sketches of faces, and shining lines on a screen. Dimming magic needs sharper focus, so get in that skin and get breathing.
What is happening today
7th AUg 2009 070809
The experiment has ended -now the real work can begin-
Karen is set free from the theoretical framework
The cage which contained her soul
There is no collaboration,
there is no division,
only existence,
set forth...
Postings Two 15 july 2009 - 6 August 2009
Postings Two 15 july 2009 - 6 August 2009
6th August 2009
who i am?
it really "me la suda"(-sweats me)... but what i want...?
by sure a different one every minute
my personality is the accumulation of all's subjectivities (mutando)
what's my face is not important 'cause i'm all the faces : : : use subjective points of view to "personalize" that democrasquizofrenia...
who needs an stupid-asshole collaborative sentence (?)
enviroments and different way of focus, and interaction with... just...
http://www.neokinok.tv/
- : : >
"...Insomne, poseído, casi feliz, pensé que nada hay menos material que el dinero, ya que cualquier moneda (una moneda de veinte centavos, digamos) es, en rigor, un repertorio de futuros posibles. El dinero es abstracto, repeti, el dinero es tiempo futuro. Puede ser una tarde en las afueras, puede ser música de Brahms, puede ser mapas, puede ser ajedrez, puede ser café, puede ser las palabras de Epicteto, que enseñan el desprecio del oro; es un Proteo más versátil que el de la isla de Pharos. Es tiempo imprevisible, tiempo de Bergson, no duro tiempo del..." J. L. Borges
4th August 2009
Piracy on the high seas!
Karen Karnak on Pirate Bay
28 July: 2009 - 2007 - 1957 =
2007 : Death of Isou 1957: Founding of SI 2009: Psychic Rally
al wahdat al kathiral al wahdat. the imaginist congress is underway!
25 july 2009
Ouch. I ache. The institution of my character can't fix on me, can't fix me, not today. I'm too messed up. It isn't my fault but it is affecting everything. Things break I break things. In the middle of the space between two sentences I forget and start falling. You watch me in silence so I just ask you what I was talking about and don't even recall how to care that this is not the surface that usually operates. It's such a long way up there to get a breath. My lungs are full of white liquid that this screen reminds me of the smooth smoke of the dull pain of toxicity in the chest. I cough and it's a crime now in public, because of the plague that is visiting. Please forgive my incoherence. I want a smooth shiny ego like we see on the TV and like the lady that the music speaks to, controlling and perfected, as bright as new media, but no. It's not like that in here. It slips. The server is not responding. The animal isn't working. I'm fucked up. There's a real beauty in it, a freedom that escapes you.
20 july 2009
Karen Karnak email group
little by little the heads were traveling accross the miles, crossing the winds,
mountains, seas, forests, deserts... and off they were bravely defying the
elements so to gather together for their very first time.. litlte by little, one
after the other they reached the final destination. Presently a fair amount of
heads were still missing, still on their way struggling against the miles, but
already today, as a few heads had now had the chance to meet, it was time to
begin to think about how to use the potential of such a reunion.
a Karen said: what about picking a few themes for films?
off the top of my head...
Karen's kitchen/Karen cooking & food alchemy
Karen and machines/the inventor/the player
Karen and the weather/the traveller
Karen and her many monster friends...
Karen and achitecture/the voyeur/the builder
They are some many Karens as many as the infinite.
a Karen the writer said: what about writing a text where one begins, the next
add, next a next add and so one until a Karen gives a end to the story and
begins a new one. It is so easy to play nicely now that we are begining to
gather together.
a Karen said....who is next to speak?
15 July 2009
I hate waiting. It's so pacifying and after a while I start to enjoy the discomfort of boredom - it gets away on me. It's easier to function in this world in a state of finely-tuned mania. So many images, values, potential surfaces clustering around a self I struggle to see. Sometimes I'm nauseated by my own personality. It's only a vocabulary of cultural moments regulated by a grammar of habits. But all I have to do to start my momentum up again, to remember to care what happens, is to get a cold, run broke, be hit by a bus, have the heart half broken - the ennui disappears. I can hardly help protect my ego's interests. But waiting - it's a chance to hear myself think. I look around for myself - what is it that moves me? The feelings I have for you make me feel real. We're made up of a common language, and my body is really a web that stretches to record tension from everything that touches. And you're so late I wonder if you're okay, with the cold and the stress you're under and all these weeks of rain. Or if you've forgotten again. A whole corner of me is slowly smudged out.
