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There is no reason for you to live (notes)

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There is no reason for you to live (notes)

“There is no reason for you to live: gendered trauma and ecstasy in ‘No World Dreamers, Sticky Zeitgeist episode 2: Aperitif’ [introduce self and position as artists, researcher and phd candidate in art practice, working primarily with post-structuralist feminism, horror, and play.] This paper is built on a structure which I hope reflects and supplements the material it is concerned with. [Note that it is brutally chopped out from a thesis chapter primarily about Cixous, whos work shadows the whole text but who only appears briefly as a sort of cameo towards the end. As such there is a large section about her relation to

Smeared into The Environment

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Smeared into The Environment

Smeared into The Environment: Queer Horror games and The Ahuman Presented as a work in progress paper at “Don’t Look: Representations of Horror in the 21st Century” University of Edinburgh, 28th April 2018 http://www.dontlook.llc.ed.ac.uk/ This paper is about a contemporary aspect of horror read through contemporary philosophy. This isn’t to say that either the horror or the philosophy did not exist before the contemporary moment, but that something about current trends in the use of “horror” in contemporary art practice will hopefully be made clear in this paper. The work being examined is by Porpenti

Private Show

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Private Show

You wake up in a theatre audience. You are wearing a formal boiler suit. On stage a great and renowned political archeologist is majestically waving a burned human bone as Britney Spears’s “Private Show” booms flatulently from speakers under wooden panelling angled around the room which is shaped like the inside of a low polygon golf ball. “...and this is the very bone vanessa redgrave used!” The political archeologist almost screams this statement, and from the joy on her face you can tell there has been a lot of rigorous dialectical groundwork established in the time you have been asleep. (Perhaps your whole

As plane as its meaningless name

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As plane as its meaningless name

I’m sitting looking at the other occupant of the carriage. Their long jaws hang lips which don’t quite cover the magnificent set of teeth. Open a little they breathe rapidly but quietly, head bobbing a little with each intake. Those perfect teeth are perfectly white. Like the tips of the spades on playing cards reversed to white on black. They look over to their right (my left), the polite performance of attending to other things in the otherwise empty night train than me, sitting opposite them, still hiccuping back tears. As they turn their head across me (carefully to skip their gaze over me by glancing at the network map printe

the revolutionary praxis of urban tumours

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the revolutionary praxis of urban tumours

the revolutionary praxis of urban tumours This is an example of the kind of thing I want to talk about, a living, organic growth within a built urban environment. This particular example is the Raleigh Sewer Monster, as shown in the video it was recorded by a sewer cam on 27th April 2009 in Raleigh North Carolina. The Raleigh Sewer Monster was quickly determined to not be a monster, but rather most likely a colony of tubifex worm. As biologist Dr Timothy S Wood suggests “they have apparently entered a pipeline somehow, and in the absence of soil they are coiling around each other. The contractions you see are the result of a single wor

I will draw for you the diagram of the most import

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I will draw for you the diagram of the most import

I will draw for you the diagram of the most important organ for your work. Time passes. I start by modelling an approximation of your body out of sculpey. It is flattering in its pose, but its dimensions are accurate. You are dressed in the coverall of the party. I go a little overboard with the base which is not only flocked and sprinkled with delicately dry brushed polystyrene boulders, but features a scantily clad snottling clutching your calf and looking up at you with fear and adoration. You look onward toward some unseen horizon. After finishing the highlights, particularly your cheekbones, the area of your chest and stomach exposed by

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Untitled

There are a lot of different words to talk around the mistake made by someone else when they took a guess at whether you were boy or a girl when you first arrived and all of those words are ugly to degrees and most of the most ugly ones are in medical textbooks but none as ugly as the results of that guess which to be honest could have been avoided if that someone else had *just not*. It’s really difficult to become invisible, not least because you learn through mistakes as with most things. It’s definitely easier for become invisible with a well rolled initial character. Some are already pretty close. Some are miles away. None

The fabric hung mansion

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The fabric hung mansion

There is something disturbing the musty silence, a slowly increasing volume of synth pop music that fills the room and wakes me up. I yell at the alarm clock built into the wall and the little speakers built into the ceiling fade down far enough that I can think. Out of my rotten bed and waddling on sore ankles I make it to the sink quickly in case I vomit but its a false alarm. In the mirror my face, my wrong wrong face, looks back at me goofily. Big eyes made bigger with smeared eyeshadow like black mold, hair lifeless as a plastic wig (but it's mine!), flat little nose and that v shaped beaky mouth of mine, tiny teeth hidden no matter how
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Dog-Tech 2 (Joshua)

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Dog-Tech 2 (Joshua)

My name is Joshua the air in this room is dead; smells of rotting paper, no more working. I am 39 years old, this room has windows, some light bounces around the metal boxes. I am wearing greasy military fatigues ragged at the hem already too short for my legs, hot. Transgenics is a technology, I have eaten most of the insects, the sun is going down. Think we must, overtaken, no time to think. The people weigh almost nothing; running. Leaving is a good idea now, sky gets bluer. I’ve fed everyone, routine, noisy neighbour. Basement is so old, a lot forgotten, my hands are bigger than those of people I meet, hot. Transgenics is a techno

There is no reason for you to live (notes)

T

There is no reason for you to live (notes)

“There is no reason for you to live: gendered trauma and ecstasy in ‘No World Dreamers, Sticky Zeitgeist episode 2: Aperitif’ [introduce self and position as artists, researcher and phd candidate in art practice, working primarily with post-structuralist feminism, horror, and play.] This paper is built on a structure which I hope reflects and supplements the material it is concerned with. [Note that it is brutally chopped out from a thesis chapter primarily about Cixous, whos work shadows the whole text but who only appears briefly as a sort of cameo towards the end. As such there is a large section about her relation to

Smeared into The Environment

S

Smeared into The Environment

Smeared into The Environment: Queer Horror games and The Ahuman Presented as a work in progress paper at “Don’t Look: Representations of Horror in the 21st Century” University of Edinburgh, 28th April 2018 http://www.dontlook.llc.ed.ac.uk/ This paper is about a contemporary aspect of horror read through contemporary philosophy. This isn’t to say that either the horror or the philosophy did not exist before the contemporary moment, but that something about current trends in the use of “horror” in contemporary art practice will hopefully be made clear in this paper. The work being examined is by Porpenti

Private Show

P

Private Show

You wake up in a theatre audience. You are wearing a formal boiler suit. On stage a great and renowned political archeologist is majestically waving a burned human bone as Britney Spears’s “Private Show” booms flatulently from speakers under wooden panelling angled around the room which is shaped like the inside of a low polygon golf ball. “...and this is the very bone vanessa redgrave used!” The political archeologist almost screams this statement, and from the joy on her face you can tell there has been a lot of rigorous dialectical groundwork established in the time you have been asleep. (Perhaps your whole

As plane as its meaningless name

A

As plane as its meaningless name

I’m sitting looking at the other occupant of the carriage. Their long jaws hang lips which don’t quite cover the magnificent set of teeth. Open a little they breathe rapidly but quietly, head bobbing a little with each intake. Those perfect teeth are perfectly white. Like the tips of the spades on playing cards reversed to white on black. They look over to their right (my left), the polite performance of attending to other things in the otherwise empty night train than me, sitting opposite them, still hiccuping back tears. As they turn their head across me (carefully to skip their gaze over me by glancing at the network map printe

the revolutionary praxis of urban tumours

t

the revolutionary praxis of urban tumours

the revolutionary praxis of urban tumours This is an example of the kind of thing I want to talk about, a living, organic growth within a built urban environment. This particular example is the Raleigh Sewer Monster, as shown in the video it was recorded by a sewer cam on 27th April 2009 in Raleigh North Carolina. The Raleigh Sewer Monster was quickly determined to not be a monster, but rather most likely a colony of tubifex worm. As biologist Dr Timothy S Wood suggests “they have apparently entered a pipeline somehow, and in the absence of soil they are coiling around each other. The contractions you see are the result of a single wor

I will draw for you the diagram of the most import

I

I will draw for you the diagram of the most import

I will draw for you the diagram of the most important organ for your work. Time passes. I start by modelling an approximation of your body out of sculpey. It is flattering in its pose, but its dimensions are accurate. You are dressed in the coverall of the party. I go a little overboard with the base which is not only flocked and sprinkled with delicately dry brushed polystyrene boulders, but features a scantily clad snottling clutching your calf and looking up at you with fear and adoration. You look onward toward some unseen horizon. After finishing the highlights, particularly your cheekbones, the area of your chest and stomach exposed by

Untitled

U

Untitled

There are a lot of different words to talk around the mistake made by someone else when they took a guess at whether you were boy or a girl when you first arrived and all of those words are ugly to degrees and most of the most ugly ones are in medical textbooks but none as ugly as the results of that guess which to be honest could have been avoided if that someone else had *just not*. It’s really difficult to become invisible, not least because you learn through mistakes as with most things. It’s definitely easier for become invisible with a well rolled initial character. Some are already pretty close. Some are miles away. None

The fabric hung mansion

T

The fabric hung mansion

There is something disturbing the musty silence, a slowly increasing volume of synth pop music that fills the room and wakes me up. I yell at the alarm clock built into the wall and the little speakers built into the ceiling fade down far enough that I can think. Out of my rotten bed and waddling on sore ankles I make it to the sink quickly in case I vomit but its a false alarm. In the mirror my face, my wrong wrong face, looks back at me goofily. Big eyes made bigger with smeared eyeshadow like black mold, hair lifeless as a plastic wig (but it's mine!), flat little nose and that v shaped beaky mouth of mine, tiny teeth hidden no matter how
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