A poem as “liquid fluxus”
I recently discovered, via a Facebook friend, UbuWeb.com and Henri Chopin’s poetry. This discussion, quoted from ubuweb, just thrills me. You can listen to Chopin by clicking here. go ahead, do it… listen to a Cantata for Two Farts
The poem is a liquid fluxus, a microscopic biological reality, rise and decadence of cellular structures, a pulp, a <<voice from the whole body transformed into audible space>>, as Zumthor noted; all this at once with excursions in the third dimension through the spatialization of sound, in collaboration with the most advanced experimental music studios which started in the 70’s; the unity and consistency of Chopin’s works is achieved through the recording and manipulation of the sonorous realities of the body and through the sound which becomes a physical action brought to life by its movement in the space.
As we all begin to get giddy with anticipation re:the release of Billie Maciunas’ “The Eve of Fluxus”, we seem to be reading more and more about
Fluxus, Flux Letting and Fluxmation
and not frippery or frap.
damn, I’d write more, type more, but the hand brace is thoroughly in place and typing one fingered is like scratching chigger bites while wearing oven mitts.
come back …
Longing for mail and art…
Being sick sure has its drawbacks. Not only am I too easily fatigued to begin any new projects, my mail art is way far behind. All these wonderful folks send me art… and what do I do? Appreciate but not reciprocate — and that is not the Artist Way.
I hereby delcare:
New Art Will Be Traveling To Your Mailbox Soon.
Yes. I promise. It’s not just about needing stamps, oh no no, it’s about needing to get my sorry ass out of bed and into the studio.
Charles C. Finn
Sometimes there is great wisdom to be found in someone else’s head.
Other times? Not so much. I’ll let Master Finn offer today’s wisdom.
I tell you everything that is really nothing, and nothing of what is everything, do not be fooled by what I am saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I am not saying. ~Charles C. Finn
Flu me, it ain’t flux me.
After 10 days in bed with two Jack Russell bed-warmers constantly at my side, I returned to the living just in time to take dogs to dog park for some much needed mayhem. Within five minutes of our return home, Roxanne the LumpMuttPuppy rips her shoulder requiring staples — by leaping over a lawn chair. Now she’s housebound on her own accord and once again crated.
More blogging and interesting articles and art comment soon — gotta’ catch up on groceries and a gabillion other issues first…
Dr. Grordbort has come to my attention…
Lately I’ve found myself searching for the correct machinery in which to complete my daily activities. Having the flu or some similar affliction has greatly diminished my capacity for enjoyment, nay I say entertainment, of any moment. I find perusing the far reaches of print gives me some respite. Then I discovered Dr. Grordbort’s book, which I shall order upon recovery from this evil foul plague which has invaded my body parts.
Some people find steampunk now. I found steampunk THEN. Been a punk my whole life. This is not to suggest new punks are not good punks, it is merely one must allow simply this: there’s no punk like an old punk. My new favorite website is Dr. Grordbort’s. Feast your eyes upon its marvels. Greg Broadmore is of a genius-level beyond comprehension of this flu-addled brain. I will write more about him when I can a.)breath again, b.)think once more and c.)function on a more human-scale method of living (as in this virus is wearing me down, Claxton, get me some C and B is sub lingual form)
Doctor Grordbort’s Contrapulatronic Dingus Directory (Catalogue Edition) by Greg Broadmore.
The Amazon review of Broadmore’s book makes me want it badly.
When the Martian invasion of 2005 started, I found myself saying “If only I had a weapon capable of melting these Martian maniacs into a gelatinous blob!” Similarly, the Plutonian appearance of 1999 (and subsequent election to the US presidency) elicited cries of “Give me a Weapon of extreme destruction!”
No more.
The foresighted Dr Grodbort has created a line of weaponry that makes the most unhinged members of our earth military organizations giggle with delight. Not so only the unhinged, but also members of every country, state, and service group can purchase weaponry such as the Goliathon 83, the Lazoplod 300, the Falconer 6000, and the Destroxulonic Plosive Force De-Stablisizer. The hum drum Smith and Wesson, our old fashioned 45 Peacemaker, and even the classic Winchester 73 are no more. Why merely penetrate when we can percolate the transgressors, trespassers, and instigators of our lives?