Tuesday, 23 October 2007

Representation of the word and functionality.

Everything is perfectly structured. The text, which I’m writting at this very moment is structured as well. Every single word has a function. It's function is to represent the idea.
Functionality is the most often physically utilized word ever.

Monday, 22 October 2007

The selection of an accidental word 2.

SELECTION

A selection of an accidental word.

The above sentence is a paradox. The “accidental word” reefers to randomness, whereas the word “selection” brings into thought something what is precisely chosen.

“To select” means, to choose precisely, also “selection” means one or few out of a number of things. It can be one out of two, one out of ten, one out of a thousand, one out of endless number of subjects. To select can mean ten out of ten, two out of a hundred, five out of a million.

It is a paradox, to think about selecting two out of one. How can we select something what isn’t there? We can select non existing subject, but then the process of selection becomes the process of creation. The selection becomes invention and that is the way the idea arises.

If the selection doesn’t apply to any of the matters we allowed to choose from, it becomes creation. Although the creation is a selection as well, but a selection on a different level. It still applies to something what we already know, which means that, the idea is made out of the selected things within our consciousness anyway.

Therefore a non selection is a selection of already selected elements.

And this is my selection of writing nonsense, something out of nothing, nothing out of something. The vicious circle created out of one word actually…


Sunday, 21 October 2007

It didn't happen really, yet it did

It didn’t happen yet it did.

It could have happened twenty-one years ago, or maybe twenty, or nineteen, or twenty-two years ago. It happened in Poland, in the country where I used to live, every Sunday about the same time

It happened on the footpath, which led from the gate to the building, which some people, who consider themselves as Roman Catholics, call the church. It happened on the footpath, which was surrounded by long masts, placed in equal distances from each other. One row on the right side and one on the left side, together forming a boundary, symmetrical and hermetic.

It happened before actual mass started. An accident, connected with one of the masts -specifically, the last one on the right side of the footpath. The mast was constructed from one vertical pillar and two cross-bars. The lower cross-bar was fixed at the height of the eyes of a five-year-old child, or maybe a three-year- old, or maybe six.

An accident happened when a four year-old child, or maybe a five year-old, was walking with its mother to the building called the church and had to turn right, just next to the mast, in order to access the building.

In the child’s way, in that very moment, when it had to turn right, there happened to be some kind of obstacle on the path. It might have been a huge rock or maybe just an uneven pavement. But, as a consequence the child stumbled and almost in slow motion, fell on the lower cross-bar of the mast. The accident wouldn’t have been dangerous had it not been for the fact, that at each end of the cross-bar was a metal hook, so as the child fell down on it, the hook cut through the only place not protected by the skull, which was the temple, causing serious damage to the brain and the child’s death.

It didn’t happen really, yet it did.

Saturday, 20 October 2007

The selection of an accidental word.

The selection of an accidental word.

Struggling with the choice of the alternative subject for my five thousand words essay, something occurred my mind. What about picking up an accidental word, any kind of word, which somehow would be chosen randomly and writing an essay about it?
If the selection happened in my mind only, I doubt it would be truly accidental selection. Even when attempting to do that, mind throws a million thoughts, which in their own way seem to be logic not accidental. It is funny how focused the mind constantly is. At the very moment, when the idea of random thought appeared it became impossible to actually process it in the mind only. Was it possible than before the idea appeared? It’s the same as asking if any thoughts and ideas are random and the answer is no. Therefore the random selection in the mind only can not ever happen.
The selection can be made by introducing the system, which somehow would be connected to the physical action. The number of possible systems is endless. How to pick on the right system than? Isn’t even the way of choosing the system somehow influenced by the actual content of the mind, therefore by the knowledge and experience? The answer is no, because it depends on how precise the system is.
The perfect system must include the list of all existing words. However another problem appears. The system would be probably more precise if the list of all existing words would be made in all existing languages.

Thursday, 18 October 2007

"Apollo and Marsyas"

and here it is, my another favourite poem by Zbigniew Herbert....


Apollo and Marsyas

The real duel of Apollo
with Marsyas
(absolute ear
versus immense range)
takes place in the evening
when as we already know
the judges
have awarded victory to the god

bound tight to a tree
meticulously stripped of his skin
Marsyas
howls
before the howl reaches his tall ears
he reposes in the shadow of that howl

shaken by a shudder of disgust
Apollo is cleaning his instrument

only seemingly
is the voice of Marsyas
monotonous
and composed of a single vowel
A

in reality
Marsyas relates
the inexhaustible wealth
of his body

bald mountains of liver
white ravines of aliment
rustling forests of lung
sweet hillocks of muscle
joints bile blood and shudders
the wintry wind of bone
over the salt of memory
shaken by a shudder of disgust
Apollo is cleaning his instrument

now to the chorus
is joined the backbone of Marsyas
in principle the same A
only deeper with the addition of rust

this is already beyond the endurance
of the god with nerves of artificial fibre

along a gravel path
hedged with box
the victor departs
wondering
whether out of Marsyas' howling
there will not some day arise
a new kind
of art—let us say—concrete

suddenly
at his feet
falls a petrified nightingale

he looks back
and sees
that the hair of the tree to which Marsyas was fastened
is white

completely

found space

The space, which I found is very tight. It’s even hard to call it a space. It almost doesn’t physically exist. It divides things in two. To be more specific it is a boundary between two other different spaces. Possible that even more than two. Depends how we approach the subject. It defines the line between what’s physical and what doesn’t materially exist. It is the space, which divides what is already substantially structured, from something what might become a form. The space, which I found is really tight. It’s difficult to say if it’s a space really, in fact it’s only this almost non existing distance between the eye and the eyelid.

Tuesday, 16 October 2007

going back in time- professional context presentation

this presentation was made by my colleagues and I in the last year for the professional context group project.. what i like about it, is the fact that it's a copy of a copy.. and we've never seen the original piece.. so here it begins, the myth making process..


bruce nauman

in the name of love...


Sunday, 14 October 2007

walking photos





here are some photos which i took while performing walking exercise
text which i published on critical practice blog isn't its final version but its more less the way its going to look.
and here is the link;

http://criticalpractice3.blogspot.com/2007/10/walking-text-interactions.html

and few more photos..