The Width of a Circle (Eternal Return)- Biography and Schizophrenia

1. The tonality of the soul is a fluctation of intensity.

2. In order for it to be communicable, the intensity must take itself as an object, and thus turn back on itself.

3. In turning back on itself, the intensity interprets itself. But how can it interpret itself? By becoming a counterweight to itself; for this, the intensity must divide, separate from itself, and come back together. Now this is what happens to the
intensity in what could be called moments of rise and fall; however, it is always the
same fluctuation, a wave (Onde) in the concrete sense ( we might note, in passing, the
importance of the spectacle of sea waves in Nietzsche's contemplations)

4. But does an interpretation presuppose the search for a 'signification'?
Rise and fall: these are designations, and nothing else. Is there any signification
beyond this observation of a rise and fall? Intensity never has any meaning than
that of being an intensity.In itself, the intensity seems to have no meaning.
What is a meaning? What is the agent of meaning?

5. The agent of meaning, and this of signification, once again seems to be the intensity, depending on its various fluctuations. If intensity by itself has no meaning
other than that of being an intensity, how can it be the agent of signification, or be signified as this or that tonality of the soul? We asked above how it could interpret itself, and we answered that, in its rising and fallings, it had to act as a counterweight. But this was nothing more than a simple observation. How then does it acquire a meaning, and how is meaning constituted in the intensity? Precisely by turning back on itself, even in a new fluctuation! By turning back on itself, by repeating and , as it were , imitating itself, it becomes a sign.

6. But a sign is first of all the trace of a fluctuation of intensity. If a sign retains its meaning, it is because the degree of intensity coincides with it; it signifies only through a new afflux of intensity, which in a certain manner joins up with its first trace.

7. But a sign is not only a trace of a fluctuation. It can also mark an absence of intensity- and here too, a new afflux is necessary, if only to signify this absence!

P.K The Experience of the Eternal Return

"..All of this at the last i dimly saw, but an autobiography is an obituary in self form with the last installment missing. We think we write definitively of those parts of our nature that are dead and therefore beyond change, but that which writes is still changing- still in doubt. Even a monotonously undeviating path of self examination does not necessarily lead to a mountain of self-knowledge. I stumble towards my grave hurt and hungry..."

Q.C The Naked Civil Servant

Modern

“In my music there is nothing to understand. It is so superficial that I can’t find anything to say,” Cacciapaglia writes in the liner notes, presumably in character as Steel. “My music is ingenuous, there is nothing inside it and it is for this reason, that I like it. It can be listened to while sipping tea, watching television, or while speaking with a friend. Even in a moment when one has nothing to do or is bored, the music can be listened to attentively and millions of little changes can be discovered. It is certainly not the ideal music; it is just one type of music.

“The computer has been indispensable. It is a marvelously poetic instrument that evokes the beauty of the new technologic environment and it gives everything a great artificial taste of grand actuality. This music can be utilized in many ways and listened to by different people, which is what makes me happy because I want it to be accessible to everyone. I would like it to be even more simplistic, in fact, and my aspiration is to uncover it on a weightless day – so weightless, in fact, as to have it fly away like a balloon.”

Naked and Civil

"As soon as i put on my uniform, the rest of my life solidified round me like a plaster cast. From that moment on, my friends were anyone who could put up with the disgrace; my occupation, any job from which I was given the sack; my playground, any café or restaurant from which I was not barred or any street corner from which the police did not move me on."

Carceral Drone

"But it is not on the fringes of society and through successive exiles that criminality is born, but by means of ever more closely placed insertions, under even more insistent surveillance, by an accumulation of disciplinary coercion
...By operating at every level of the social body and by mingling ceaselessly the art of rectifying and the right to punish, the universality of the carceral lowers the level form which it becomes natural and acceptable to be punished."

M.F

Having just read 2 Foucault books back to back, i am feeling increasingly nauseated by social networking sites. It really preys into your social/peer fears and insecurities and you know it is abhorrent, yet you can't help logging in anbd seeing what's going on.
In a way it's easier to watch the world from a distance, but it is total Order of Things meets Discipline & Punish. Societal Masochism in a nut shell. Also, when installing a mail programme on my computer i had to process every email i have sent since i opened an account in 2002. that was WEIRD. I subconsciously wanted to do this as a way of processing the years since my dad died, seeing what i have done and how i have progressed. Upon doing this, I was VERY freaked out and have consequently had v crazy mood swings. Also now that therapy is going to finally finish, i have been having lots of thought of the void and the finite. More just hungover reflections (which is my way out of these downpoints) but still, it was somewhat therapeutic to act like a machine, processing your past, getting rid of baggage.

I've been thinking a lot recently about my relationship to machines, specifically my casio keyboard and my macbook. i play the same patterns each time, every day.
stereopathy. same internal conflict of john cage free thoughts vs drone repitition.
which is more liberatory? chance/drone prison or self sabotage from something being formed/ meditation.
Machine factory repitition- modern age.
Drone; what a funny term for music. Drone bees, oh you re such a drone. It doesn't really have positive connotations does it?

My blood circulation,
loop circulation,
circulation of capital
information circulation
nietzsche eternal return mental illness
cycles of abuse
being out of the loop

underground networks
is the ring bahn/circle line conceptually the best one?

Der Radionist (swallowed up by image and industry)

Today i went to the Hamburger Bahnhof. I felt nauseous. Horst Ademeit's obsessive documentation about how society is pushing him to the limits and damaging the body (personal and societal) through secret radiation, Corey Archangel lost in the ecstasy of technological communcations and then the flip side of limits of land/nature art and then mental fluxus limits through video and identity construction. I was left gasping for air.
I seriously felt giddy. My body felt like it was falling apart. Tho the based in Berlin parts was actually very nice, and i felt like i could breathe again.

after some food at Hauptbahnhof (more insanity), we took off for the Neue National Galerie for the Moderne Zeiten period. I always hated Expressionismus. Maybe because of its urge for primitivism and "real", made me think of heterosoc and male hysteria ugh! but recently i've been really obsessed by the garishg colours of Kirchner and Schmidt-Rottluff and even the Brücke and Blaue Reiter. what the fuck is going on? who cares. I'm into it, and that s what matters. and what's more i can get enough of the fucking stuff. I blame, seeing the Merlin Carpenter expressionism painting from 1990, then getting curious about all the neo expressionism of rainer Fetting etc, loving all the faggy playfulness and roleplay and irony in general. This made me turn back to Kirchner etc in general. Indeed when i was in Hamburg Kunsthalle recently for the Warburg exh, i had a total Damascus road experience over Self Portrait with Model by Kirchner.

I mean, how fucking garish and horrible is that?! Yet just like Dix, i became infactuated with how ugly it was, and how they got away with it at the time (well, that comment goes more for Dix, and his society people portraits). I started to see Dix painting the queer underground bars of Eldorado, yeah! no more hetero anxiety, i'm resolving my Against Nature/ expressionism conflict once and for all!


So back to Der Radionist... I was very attracted as to how this painting is paralleling how i feel with regards to my relationship to the Internet.
I spend so much time in circulation of images and writing and meditating on and about my time on the internet, in real time. In the painting, a paraplegic unable to witness his beloved opera, can new revel avoid his loss thanks to the new found technology of the radio. Holding his liberetto, he can feel as if he is there. I also felt that way when i was reading the information plakate today in HB, and thinking of how different my experience would be if i didn't project my imagination of how the piece would end and how i had codified it in my mind beforehand, what if instead, i had simply sat down without any information and allowed it to wash over me, in real time instead.
Maybe that's why i felt so giddy in the place. I also wonder about what a friend once said about how the internet plays a role in nostalgia.
Anyways, i watching der Radionist, i felt like i was at the centre of hallucinogenic society, a bit like what Dan Graham calls the just past. Experiencing something in real time and also meditating over it, so that you are actually concetrating on something that has just passed. How much time do we spend in the present? How much time are we really connecting to an event/ experience? I felt totally connected to this painting, even tho it is over 70 years old, and the moment has definitely passed!
I then moved swiftly on to Charlie Chaplin and the Modern times clip, which i suspect i had subconsciously influenced my decision to revisit the NNG. I needed some comfort in seeing someone else being literally swallowed up by modernity. I could then feel a part! Der Radionist taps into that feeling of our essential loneliness in the world and questions of how we mediate and interact in our environments. How we want to feel a part of something, whilst being simultaneuosly comfortably numb in our bedroom. Why social networking has exploded onto our lives, manipulating our fear of being left out and giving a space in the privatised sphere of neo liberal society. Mutual drowning and floating in information. Crushed by the wheels of industry.

Intersex

Eldorado was a well-known transvestite bar that flourished in Berlin in the 1920s. It was frequented not only by transvestites and homosexuals but by artists, writers and the beau monde of the day. It became fashionable to enjoy the voyeuristic thrill of mingling with society's outsiders, as Peter Sachse wrote in the Berliner journal in 1927. "The latest rage of Berlin "Society" is to spend an evening in the Eldorado. Over there sits a well-known director of a major bank, just there is a gentleman from the Reichstag and a lot of theatre and film people ... Those who are here for the first time and are curious play a game, trying to guess who out of the "special" clientele is really a "lady" and who is really a "man". They don't always guess right. The techniques of dressing up; doing one's hair and make-up have achieved undreamt of perfection.'

Escape from Discussion Island

Marcel Broodhaers
Andrea Fraser
Hans Haacke

Is it too Deleuzian or Nietzchean to take care of the fact that material bodies are connected to immaterial labour, and that the laptop produces a particular life form?
A slightly hunched body connected to separation, strange to itself, happily amputated, monitored, Facebooking. The new fictions will arise from the unfortunate posture , somehow. While extending the discursive situation and its ever more efficient networks, these fictions will perhaps attempt to delay and defer work under conditions that always already put communicativity to work. Because these practices are networked and somehow public, and always mobilized in flux, communication will be constantly confused with something like a utopian promise. Productive communities and their formal freedoms will be encouraged and swiftly commodified, tracked and mined by marketers. They will be constantly formalized and codified. So the new fictions will have to learn to invent new ways of transforming what mobilizes them into opportunities for immobility.
How can parrhesia happen as a connexionist practice, in a molecular world where power is not located somewhere up above, but is activated everywhere within the most everyday relations between subjects and in the discursive flows that multiply them?

Lyres

Exchanging

"It is conceivable in fact, that the operation that pledges the money is guaranteed by the marketable value of the material from which it is made; or, on the other hand, by another quantity of merchandise, exterior to it, but linked to it by collective consent or the will of the prince. it is this second solution that Law chose, on account of the rarity of precious metal and the fluctuations in its market value. He thought that one could circulate paper money backed by landed property: in which case it was simply a matter of issuing 'banknotes mortgaged against lands and due to be redeemed by annual payments..., these notes will be exchanged, like minted coin, for the value printed on them' As we know, Law was obliged to renounce this technique in his French experiment and subsequently provided surety for his money by means of a trading company. The failure of his enterprise in no way affected the validity of the money-pledge theory that made it possible, but that had also made possible all reflection of any kind on money, even that opposed to Law's conceptions. And when a stable metallic money was established in 1726, the pledge was required to be provided by the actual substance of the coins. What ensured the exchangeability of money, it was decided, was the market value of the metal to be found in it; and Turgot was to criticise Law for having believed that

money is only a sign of wealth, a sign whose credit is based upon the mark of the prince. The mark is on each coin only in order to certify its weight and title...It is therefore as merchandise that money is, not the sign, but the common measure of all other merchandise...
Gold derives its price from its rarity, and far from its being an evil that it should be employed at the same time as both merchandise and measure, these two uses maintain its price"

The Order of Things.

The Moustaches of

LHOOQ
Magnus Hirschfeld
Karl Marx
Groucho Marx

Architectural Project #1

Build a installation replicating a prison phone scenario.
Maybe cut out small circular holes into the glass.
Contamination.
Viral
Glory Hole
Money Circulation (Bank Teller)
2 phones
Interaction (mediation of internet)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_umlxE79R4&NR=1