Showing posts with label abstract. Show all posts
Showing posts with label abstract. Show all posts

Monday, August 11, 2014

Blot-dance!


In 1978
Roman Jacobson
published a book titled
Six Lectures of Sound and Meaning

 In 2014
I've been reading a scan of it
and found a few blots on several pages.
Very interesting blots.
I've cropped'em and looped'em
And here's what i got:

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Signs of life of signs / differx. 2013

    
(some notes from an e-mail to Tim Gaze, Sept., 2013)


Maybe (linear or nonlinear) “experimental writing” and “visual poetry” are simply first definitions of the vast living environment of works made by the worldwide community of people involved in asemic (and so pansemic) writing and in the making of abstract stuff.

And: about the words “writing” and “abstract” —maybe they’re narrow definitions of areas of signs. A suitable term could be “sign” indeed.

The life of signs is perhaps the ‘thing’ we try to deal with. A “sign” is an entity which, in itself, does not have an actual “itself”. It absolutely conveys something else. It’s not narrow, it’s an arrow. It’s a non-”quid” referred/referring to some (other) “quid”. And so: the reference or transfer or passage may be somehow / somewhere broken. And this fact is the alpha in “a”/semic. 

[And —at the same time— any “alpha” is a “pan”: any limit is also a secondary path or crack, a way for widening the view]

The incomplete or complete rupture or fracture of a (still presumable) transitive line (of the transmission of meaning) makes us call the sign an “intransitive” one. Or a “partially transitive” one.

For example: a signal or warning, on an unknown road and land, telling us something we don’t catch at all. A flashing light. We stare at its colours, but we can’t translate them into some kind of knowledge about an actual situation we ought to react to. By the way, we’re mesmerized by its effort in telling us something (or —better— its clear effort to move an unclear cloud of meaning[s] from A to B). We miss the point; still we go on staring at some vague (say abstract) point.

Shadows show something we don’t catch; still we cannot stop watching, and we don’t.

[This is the “alpha” turning into “pan”].

We’re almost 4 thousand years far from the birth of writing, but the written signs & glyphs & traces in caves are definitely older. So much older. In “Caves of Forgotten Dreams” Werner Herzog shows us the (partially intransitive) signs of men who lived 30,000 years ago. It’s not “writing”, it’s (perhaps) carving / painting signs. Figures.

Now we try to go very far —back into the past: pitch black.

In a time where not only the human race but the very beginning of life itself had not yet appeared on our planet. Fragments/crystals of zircon (here a pic from a documentary: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eu16701JhOo) found in West-Australian rocks dating back to 4.4 billion years ago seem to reveal the presence of water on Earth in an incredibly early stage of its history: and we may consider these crystals and fragments as “signs” (of/from the ur-environment): partially transitiveones, made not by human hand, but by nature —Earth— itself. (Signs addressed to no one, to no one’s eye)
    

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Volodymyr Bilyk. This is visual poetry.

bilyk-cover

The backstory of the series is in the aborted project of releasing Raymond Chandler novels. Pieces – which are font collages started as the illustrations. It was to be the blink into the characters mind. Then the project was shut down – but I was too much in this thing – almost obsessed. I was fulfilled by it and I had a need to exhaust it to the bottom.

The central idea is the collision of the dada-sensibility (mostly inspired by the collages of Kurt Schwitters, Hannah Hoch and Raoul Hausmann), the hard-boiled images (Raymond Chandler, Dashiel Hammett, James Cain, Jim Thompson) and the film noir atmosphere (Night of the Hunter, The Big Heat, Touch of Evil, Maltese Falcon). The link between them is Jean-Michel Basquat and his highly expressive, straight-to-the-point chaotic style. His compositional method is the most adequate for the purpose of recreating kaleidoscopical frenzy.

The reader (because the images are built with fonts which contains letter which got the forms of certain images or placed to look as the certain images) is like the private eye remembering his last job. Remembering that he looked for the thing long enough to be haunted by it, to become obsessed by it. All he can remember are this blinks and from the blinks he builds the backstory and the stories between the blinks.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Black Square. Updated.

In Ukraine 
the word Update 
means something 
horribly different 
even the opposite 
because of its overuse 
in the propaganda 
of the ruling party 
and the consequences 
of their work.