The Assemblagist

Book of Fluxus Fam­ily Games

Am cur­rently amass­ing cli­part from per­sonal col­lec­tion to be included in a Flux­ual Cubist Col­lage Mega-​Structure Artis­tic Form.

For fun and enter­tain­ment, one need only turn to page 242. It’s a com­pendium of cre­ative collusion.

As a fluXus per­son, most of my hourly endeav­ors seem illu­sion­ary. The pur­pose of art is what? It is to enter­tain. It is to con­fuse. It is to please the mind.

Art’s pur­pose is:

mer­ce­nary

fun­da­men­tal

incre­men­tal

reduc­tive

men­tally exhausting

men­tally pleasing

emo­tion­ally legitimate

Find your fluXus bliss.

Oh crap, TV is on in the liv­ing room, I can barely hear it. Some­one is cry­ing — a man. Joy Behar responds. The remote is out of reach … my ears bleed. “Jesse James” whis­pers out from the adjoin­ing room and the whin­ing man retreats from The View’s view, at least I believe that hap­pens since I only hear it, don’t see it. And my thoughts, my fluXus def­i­n­i­tion or pur­pose here is NOTHING. I care so very lit­tle about pec­ca­dil­loes. Cheat­ing spouses. Make it go away. If only telepa­thy could force the remote to turn tele­vi­sion to the off position.

flux card trans­pos­i­tor for com­puter excellence

It is

tabloid fluxus. Stu­pid waste of the world’s bandwidth.

How can an adul­terer become the most hated man? Really? Not Osama Bin Laden? Hitler? Amer­ica — get a grip on your fluxus sensibilities.

NuvoFluxus — the term does not thrill me. It may be cor­rect, the nuvo of my flux, but the term ceases to amuse.

Mov­ing forward.

Try this Uni­vac 120. For punched card elec­tron­ics. My father trained dur­ing WWII to use a punch card, to write programs/​queries. He left the Army after The War’s End and sold com­put­ers, Sperry Rand, the giant, city block sized machines. A vision­ary or a fool?

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