Friday, January 05, 2007

Corruption of VOX/a voice in data rubble

Still among the myriad microwaves, the
infra-red messages, the gigabytes of ones
and zeroes, we find words, infinitesimally
small, byte-sized now, tinier even than
science lurking in some vague electricity
where, if we listen we can hear the solitary
voice telling us:

company is music/a tape accompanied by a tape(2)

song to accompany THE TAPE

"Brazil, where hearts were entertained in June,
We stood beneath an amber moon,
And softly murmured 'Some day soon'
We kissed and clung together,
Then, tomorrow was another day.
The morning found me miles away,
With still a million things to say,
Now, when twilight beams the sky above,
Recalling thrills of our love,
There's one thing I'm certain of,
Return, I will,
To old Brazil."


Fiction is a branch of neurology: the scenarios of nerve and blood vessel are the written mythologies of memory and desire.

Commercial products produce evidence/this data will determine your punishment

Since Memorex burst onto the recording scene more than 30 years ago with "Is it live or is it Memorex?" a lot has changed. But with each generation, Memorex continues to remain one of the most widely recognized and respected names in the consumer electronics industry. By bringing to market the high performance products consumers demand, Memorex is a preeminent brand in CD and DVD media, optical drives, flash drives and media accessories.

Today, Memorex brand products can be found in over 25 different countries across the globe. In the United States, Memorex media products are carried in 21 of the nation's top 25 retailers, which represent more than 25,000 retail locations. As the number one retail provider of branded digital media, Memorex ships nearly a billion CD and DVD discs each year- enough to carpet the entire state of New York!

Not just a media brand, Memorex, now a division of Imation Corp, markets a wide range of products that consumers use to capture, save and share all facets of life, from music to memories. Other storage products offered by Memorex include the award-winning line of CD and DVD recorders, a fast growing line of USB flash drives, and a wide assortment of media cleaning, labeling, and organization products.

The Memorex brand continues to thrive, serving as the benchmark for lifelike sound and image reproduction. Is it live or is it Memorex? You decide.

Customized law: identified on tape/processed thru memorex

Before the law sits a gatekeeper. To this gatekeeper comes a man from the country who asks to gain entry into the law. But the gatekeeper says that he cannot grant him entry at the moment. The man thinks about it and then asks if he will be allowed to come in later on. “It is possible,” says the gatekeeper, “but not now.” At the moment the gate to the law stands open, as always, and the gatekeeper walks to the side, so the man bends over in order to see through the gate into the inside. When the gatekeeper notices that, he laughs and says: “If it tempts you so much, try it in spite of my prohibition. But take note: I am powerful. And I am only the most lowly gatekeeper. But from room to room stand gatekeepers, each more powerful than the other. I can’t endure even one glimpse of the third.” The man from the country has not expected such difficulties: the law should always be accessible for everyone, he thinks, but as he now looks more closely at the gatekeeper in his fur coat, at his large pointed nose and his long, thin, black Tartar’s beard, he decides that it would be better to wait until he gets permission to go inside. The gatekeeper gives him a stool and allows him to sit down at the side in front of the gate. There he sits for days and years. He makes many attempts to be let in, and he wears the gatekeeper out with his requests. The gatekeeper often interrogates him briefly, questioning him about his homeland and many other things, but they are indifferent questions, the kind great men put, and at the end he always tells him once more that he cannot let him inside yet. The man, who has equipped himself with many things for his journey, spends everything, no matter how valuable, to win over the gatekeeper. The latter takes it all but, as he does so, says, “I am taking this only so that you do not think you have failed to do anything.” During the many years the man observes the gatekeeper almost continuously. He forgets the other gatekeepers, and this one seems to him the only obstacle for entry into the law. He curses the unlucky circumstance, in the first years thoughtlessly and out loud, later, as he grows old, he still mumbles to himself. He becomes childish and, since in the long years studying the gatekeeper he has come to know the fleas in his fur collar, he even asks the fleas to help him persuade the gatekeeper. Finally his eyesight grows weak, and he does not know whether things are really darker around him or whether his eyes are merely deceiving him. But he recognizes now in the darkness an illumination which breaks inextinguishably out of the gateway to the law. Now he no longer has much time to live. Before his death he gathers in his head all his experiences of the entire time up into one question which he has not yet put to the gatekeeper. He waves to him, since he can no longer lift up his stiffening body. The gatekeeper has to bend way down to him, for the great difference has changed things to the disadvantage of the man. “What do you still want to know, then?” asks the gatekeeper. “You are insatiable.” “Everyone strives after the law,” says the man, “so how is that in these many years no one except me has requested entry?” The gatekeeper sees that the man is already dying and, in order to reach his diminishing sense of hearing, he shouts at him, “Here no one else can gain entry, since this entrance was assigned only to you. I’m going now to close it.”

concrete pornography of a metal to flesh embrace

Cadaver of data: an autopsy of materials

In a sense, I’m assembling the materials of an autopsy, and I’m treating reality – the reality we inhabit – almost as if it were a cadaver, or let’s say, the contents of a special kind of forensic inquisition… I regard all these as data which will play their role in whatever hypothesis I am proposing to offer, to explain the significance of mysterious and apparently unrelated objects, this huge network of ciphers, and encoded instructions – perhaps – that surround us in reality.

CARE unit

Neither I nor anyone else had ever dreamed that we might actually meet in person…to meet another human being was an indictable offence … True closeness was television closeness — the intimacy of the zoom lens… On the television screen there were no body odours or strained breathing, no pupil contractions and facial reflexes, no mutual sizing up of emotions and advantage.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

company is music/a tape accompanied by a tape

Song to accompany THE TAPE. Solitude, as sung by Billie Holiday. In the recording of May 9, 1941 by Billie Holiday and Her Orchestra.

Performance time: three minutes and fifteen seconds.
As follows:
In my solitude you haunt me/With reveries of days gone by./In my solitude you taunt me/With memories that never die......etc
With credits to D.Ellington, E. De Lange, and I.Mills.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Closed Circuit_Sans Soleil

i look at machines and i think of a world where each memory could create its own legend


Taken apart
i listen to the tape
i look at the components
there are materials on this table in front of me
there are sounds that exist within the audio memory of...of(?)
of me

of me
this is a table in front of me and on this table i see components
i see pieces seperated from the whole
these are memories of (what?)
an attractor is what it is ,is what she is
is what it is,
not she,
it is what it is and it is an attractor
it is a magnet
i repeat it to my audio recorder of the present state of...(?)
of me
it is a magnet
it is a voice coil
it is a phasing plug
it is a (?)

it is a thing in pieces looking at a thing in pieces
i am taking me apart
i am dividing me
i am cutting me
cut(objectionable sounds)
cut(significant distortions)
cut(confused signals)
cut all of my audio symmetries
cut all of my compound visuals

Currents/listening to the metal voices

Against noise,
my noise.
And the noise pushes away all others,
noises of the moment,
from before, from the whole day, bringing them together into one perfect nothingness,
complete relief.

As the night progresses and i go further into the sounds,
under the roof of darkness,
the feeling of friends being there that one keeps as a protection after they have left, the memory of encounters-fade out, become scarce.
They have stopped coming in.

I remain alone, abandoned by those close to me, now so far away.
no one.
no one left.
Alone, my silence breaker moves through the night.


an empty tape cassette shell that is loaded with tape as the tape is being recorded in high-speed tape duplication machine.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

index oo3 : the erasers

Index 003
the erasers are set to erase
Sunday, january 21st 2007
Cine Trianon
Time: 22.30, be there or...

INDEX is a series of optico/sonic situations

It is a free association of individuals/units/collaborators
and instantaneous devices that will
take place in a film theatre.

The Erasers
Free piece of tape

will produce for audience reception - non-linear,
real-time distorted optico/sonic narratives.

Each project is designed to be immediate and yet incomplete.
It is only completed once it has been listened to/looked at/experienced.

You are the receiver