A month or so ago Alan mentioned to me that he had once written a text
editor that was designed to "frustrate" the writing of the user.
This editor would transform the user’s writing as the user enetered text.
I thought it was an ingenious concept for a piece: a work that combined
the networking possibilities of user input and transformation…a work
that would literally change what the user invested in the object…So
I set about making an approximation of what Alan was talking about.
This is the web mix of that idea. A full blown piece of software based
on this concept is still in the works (I’m writing THAT one in C++), but
this Flash version combines that concept with some multimedia ideas. To
use it, simply enter text in the blue box. Every time you press enter,
your text will change; sometimes it will be replaced by a line from some
of Alan’s writing, sometimes it will spatter your text in asemic strings
across the box, sometimes your text will simply disappear, and sometimes
a combination of these will happen. I doubt that this work is anywhere
near as capable as Alan’s original program, but it seems to me to be a
worthy web amusement.
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14 4 30: Online and print Journal of experimental/minimal writing
CS What is your view of the use of electronic music in the
place of, or in addition to, symphonic music in film scores?
Gray Well, I’m afraid that electronic music is mostly
suitable only for visuals that are concerned with such
things as laboratories, space, very weird and perhaps even
strange situations, astral sequences, etcetera. I’m not
enamored of writing orchestral music and producing it on
synthesizers. Much as I appreciate the use of a synthesizer
today, I don’t go along with scoring ordinary music for a
bundle of synthesizers. An outstanding example of this, for
me, is CHARIOTS OF FIRE. A very simple musical theme, but
produced on multi-track synthesizers, and although the music
was very suitable to the film, because the action of the
film was ’round about 1924, I did not really care for the
synthesized sound. Although it had a semblance of a large
orchestra, you could still tell that it was synthesized
sound. Electronic music, I feel, is suitable only for the
other situations that I’ve mentioned.
TV Turn-off Week at the Jaunt
John Bert & I travelled to Mike Ciul’s (pronounced “shool”) & Janine Schwab’s three-story mansion “The Jaunt” for their Friday evening installment of alternative entertainment the week of TV Turn-off Week. John dressed in drag and moved painted pieces of cardboard from one side of the stage to another, I presented a reading of Egyptian Fax Chamber, John ripped a suit apart whilst wearing it, and many other activities followed. I got several
new umbrella hat photos. John’s final performance was sleeping in the window overnight.
More details to follow.
Here is a schedule/recap from the outrageous organizers:
Well, TV Turnoff Week Alternative Prime-Time Programming got off to a good start Monday night at Janine and Mike’s place. We had a dramatic reading of Jim Speer’s original soap opera, “While the World Burns” and afterwards he and Helene Zisook performed folk tunes from the Swiss Jura mountain region.
Tuesday night the former inhabitants of the Jaunt came and performed. Jim Trainer read his neo-beat poetry and Maleka Fruean delighted us by reading poetry she’d written for the house while she lived here. We could relate to the “cat shit” phenomenon. Her brother, Nick, did a freestyle rap that knocked the cat’s spots off.
Wednesday Maggie Kruesi and Frank Lamont performed original protest
and folk song, including “Saddam’s Shame” and “Moving to Canada”. The next installment of “As the World Burns” was performed and Jim Speer did his George W. Bush War Room Improvisational Dance accompanied by George Korein on synthesizer.
Thursday Oskar Castro read his excellent political poetry. “GI Joe and
Barbie vs. the Taliban,” an original screenplay by Iden Rosenthal, ended up not being read due to lack of audience (of course this wasn’t a problem for any of the other performers).
Friday the evening began with Toshi Makihara performing free improvised percussion. The Greater Scranton Area Umbrella Hat Performance Art All-Stars and Marching Kazoo Orchestra performed Egyptian Fax Chamber (spoken word with projection) and various and sundry performance art acts of terror. John Bert finished off the evening by sleeping in our window until morning. Here you can see a picture of
John waking up with our cat T-Toes, the amazing twelve-toed cat.
On Saturday our new acquaintance, Makeda aka The Brooklyn Bellyrina
performed North African belly dance. A woman stopped to watch whose pastor mother had thrown out all of her belly dancing costumes while she was in college. Because the dancing had started late, “Nameless” Mike Benedetti’s call-in report from the annual Day Zero Pacific Crest Trail Kick-Off Party (the first day of the hiking season) had to be interspersed with dances and did not get the attention it
deserved. The horny toads he described did, however, cause a stir. Afterwards Charles Cohen who, indeed, provides “beeps and boops for all occasions”, played late into the night.
Sunday evening John and Jan Haigis sang lullabies, Groundhog Day carols, hymns, and early American
songs. They ended up being our last act.
All in all we were very pleased with TV Turnoff Week. Only two performers bailed out and those who performed were very good sports about a cramped stage and little guarantee of an audience. It was heartening for us to hear from our neighbors how much they liked a
performance that we hadn’t seen them at. Apparently, people were watching and listening from their windows. Our hearts can only go out to the poor people whose car stalled while they were pulling in to our parking space (we are car-free – www.carbusters.org) at an angle. With their headlights trained on the stage, they were a captive audience for John Bert’s antics with spraypainted cardboard. We are sure they will remain haunted by the images they saw.
There will certainly be more TV Turnoff Week performances in the future. If you are interested in performing next year, contact us at:
1124 So. 47th Street
Phila. PA 19143
—Janine and Mike
There is an old Zen analogy that the way to calm, clear and quiet the mind is similar to the way to clear a muddy pool — not by action, by doing, by stirring it up, but by stillness, by letting it be, by letting it settle itself. The function of TV is to create, maintain and constantly reinforce what — in the Zen tradition — is often called “monkey-mind.” The question to ask is: What is the good of a jumpy, volatile, scattered and hyper monkey-mind?
– Bernard McGrane
Oh, that’s just the best darned news I’ve heard in a long time.
Is Was Saddam Hussein gay?
That’s the question that won’t seem to go away…. I posted letter from a friend
on the topic after he saw a Weekly World News story article…..and then, for some weird reason, I started getting lots (well, several) of web hits from people
looking for more info. Seems WWW doesn’t put all their stories online… anyway. I tried to do my desperate readers (and you are all desperate, n’est ce pas? or you
would be reading something else) a favor and added value with some more links, although the best I could come up with was some guy claiming Muamar Qaddafi was
a transvestite personality (not an actual transvestite, mind you).
Then, I today, I found this. Seems raunchy gay porn has
surfaced featuring the dictator-everybody-loves-to-hate in his earlier, learner, more loving years.
My, my, my.
In Texas, land of every-execution-is-a-justified-execution, breast-feeding is BAD. Pictures of breastfeeding, particularly. Forget thousands of years of breast-feeding artwork hanging in museums around the globe (with the exception of the looted Iraqi museums). It’s a bad, deviant, sexually-charged thing. Whatever you do, if you take photos of your perverted acts (whattsa matta, you never heard of FORMULA before?), DON’T DROP THEM OFF AT ECKERD.
Nope. Not me. All natural.
Yesterday was my birthday.
I got this cool envelope in this mail
Note the 66-cent postage.
I was excited to get the envelope (I had been waiting for a week, actually).
But I didn’t want to spoil the suspense by opening it too rapidly.
This is MINE!
I bought it at an auction,
She was kinda surprised anybody had bid at all.
Well, yeah. I can understand that. It’s a used ticket, after all…..
On Friday I will be performing with John Bert & others as part of
Mike Ciul’s 7-day TV-Turn-off-Week alternative.
“The Jaunt” 1124 S. 47th, Philadelphia
People here tell their children that on the night before Easter in 1847, the original fires scared German children, who did not understand that the flames signified peace. Legend also has it that German mothers calmed those children by telling them the fires were set by a rabbit who was boiling eggs for an Easter celebration.
The fires may have another root as well. A handbook published by the Texas Historical Society points out that the people of northwestern Germany ancestors of some of today’s Fredericksburg residents lighted Easter fires on the hills for centuries. The practice might even have started as a pre-Christian celebration of spring.
This town of about 9,000 people, 70 miles west of San Antonio, is teetering on the cusp between an authentic and an unabashedly commercial celebration of its heritage.
“The old mom-and-pop stores are turning into tourist attractions,” said Troy Ottmers, 47, an oil salesman who has been a participant in the pageant since childhood and a principal organizer since 1980. “We’ve got a little more corporate, I guess you could say. We’ve lost a little bit of the hometown flavor.”
The folks who helped me get from here to there when I lived in Budapest.
A really good website (especially for a public transit company). Has music, too!
How bizarre is that. Makes me feel kinda guilty for the time I spent dodging fares (I eventually wised up and
bought a year-long pass).
this marvellous image, and MORE! now available within Make It Snappy.
my birthday is coming
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real performance artists
wear UMBRELLA HATS:
On the difficulties of displaying poetry on the web, or in eReaders.
Charles Platt was suspicious of Nickled and Dimed, so he decided to work at WalMart.