Showing posts with label photolending. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photolending. Show all posts
Monday, September 07, 2009
Sunday, September 06, 2009
How to lose touch with reality




Words cannot handle global experiences well. Language breaks apart rich, complicated global experiences into relatively impoverished component parts.
[F]or the young child, language creates a wide gulf between a familiar nonverbal world of experience and a new world of words. This schism is confusing and at times painful. For the first time in its short life, a young child has to hold on two different versions of the same event. Life will now be lived more in parallel. The simple wholeness of experience has been broken, the verbal and non-verbal constructions of experience will live together all the same.

We come back down to earth and recontact that original ground which gave us our first footings and which has never actually disappared but has only been buried under a vainglorious and myopic view of languge. Weaning ourselves away from the thought that all thought is language-dependent, and equally, from language-dependent thought, we wean ourselves away from a basically object- or substance-tethered metaphysics. In turn, we afford ourselves the possibility of grasping the momentous significance of movement and change, and of attaining to a metaphysics quintessentially attuned to the dynamic nature of an animate world and animate forms. A process metaphysics accurately describes the natural world, the living forms that inhabit it, and the natural contours of life itself. Thinking in movement is not only coincident with the metaphysics, it is the methodological point of departure for its formulation.

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language,
memetics,
photolending,
surreality
Monday, August 24, 2009
Tuesday, August 04, 2009

I had some interesting conversations about anarchism lately. Unsurprisingly, quite of diversity of opinions became apparent, which made me wonder whether I continue to call myself anarchist when questions about categorising arise. Maybe I rather invent myself as anarchartist, leaving signs of freedom instead of the usual talking loud.
Hold on, the next groups of people get pissed off here: Artists. Groups? Well, there are the 'real' artists, inspired, driven by their artistic urge. Often unconventional to a degree which appears rather amateurish. You can find them easily in bars, pubs and coffee shops in trendy suburbs, either lounging out to collect inspiration or servicing to make a living. Let us not forget those bastards, who sold out their talent to make some money. At least, they usually know their craft and, most importantly, other people who appreciate their work.
What makes art art? I don't even attempt to answer this, but I found out what makes anarchart anarchart. It's the combination of love, work, technology, inspiration, beauty and freedom. 6 vertexes of a tetrahedron, the smallest unit in universe.
Reclaim yourself.
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anarchart,
hood,
meme war,
photolending,
smart art
Monday, August 03, 2009
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