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A Collective Forgetting

“… Change in any one part of a system will have an impact on other parts regardless of administrative boundaries. Change needs to be considered in relation to the whole ecology, as a complex matrix of human and environmental factors. There are great challenges in these disjointed environments and how they relate to local and regional culture, and that is what makes them beguiling.

These are places that take time to appreciate. They are not immediately beautiful in a classical sense, although they can certainly be aesthetically appreciated, as unsentimental representations of an era of urban growth and urban agriculture seemingly unrestrained and unconcerned with creating any particular legacy of high quality open space.”

Report: East London Green Grid – Epping Forest and River Roding

“The text stands mute when we inquire of the meaning of the text. That is fundamentally what is wrong with it. Secondarily what is wrong with this process, and the process of writing in general, is that Socrates says writing has caused us to now forget. It is not an aid to memory, it is actually a vehicle for our collective forgetting. So, the texts don’t talk back and we forget. The forgetting is not a kind of passive unknowing due to the fact that the text is mute; the forgetting is a very active assault on the act of remembering.”

Paul Schroeder, Writing Places Out of History, from a draft transcript of a talk given at the American Society for Cybernetics International Workshop: “Design, Planning and Human Understanding,” in Santa Cruz, California, on April 3, 1998

John Cage, Empty Words (1973/1974-excerpt) + Music for piano (1952/1956), John Cage (Voice), Yvar Mikhashoff (Piano)

The Art of Concealment

“The perfection of art is to conceal art.”

Quintilian

“What is it we want from art that our belief in content works to hide from us?”

Allan McCollum

John Cage, Variations 1, for any number of players & any sound producing means (1958), Eberhard Blum (flute)

The Point Of Clowning

“I think that’s been a theme in my work: where does meaning come from, where is it located, is it in the viewer’s mind, is it in the community at large? Is it dialectical or inherent in the object?”

“I’m interested in locating the meaning of my work—and the emotional content of my work—somewhere within those transactions which occur between the various someones who are involved in the artworks circulation. To do this I have to try to dislocate the objects so-called content. When we speak of a content as residing somehow within the art object, we disregard the objects meaning as an item in the real, social world, and replace this with all sorts of imaginary constructs.”

Allan McCollum

“The un-naive thinker knows how far he remains from the object of his thinking, and yet he must always talk as if he had it entirely. This brings him to the point of clowning. He must not deny his clownish traits, least of all since they alone can give him hope for what is denied him.”

Theodor Adorno, Negative Dialectics

John Cage, Music for Amplified Toy Pianos, Juan Hidalgo, Walter Marchetti, Gianni-Emilio Simonetti (Toy Pianos)

A Glimpse Of Something Very Tiny

“Content, if you want to say, is a glimpse of something, an encounter, you know, like a flash. It’s very tiny – very tiny, content.”

Willem De Kooning

“No color… There is something wrong, irresponsible and mindless about color.”

Ad Reinhardt, Rule 6: Twelve Rules for a New Academy (1953)

John Cage, Litany for the Whale, Recitation and 32 responses for 2 equal voices without vibrato, Paul Hillier & The Theatre of Voices, Alan Bennett and Paul Elliott (Voices)

Degrees Of Separation


“Naming things has something to do with human awareness, with the separation of the entire world from you.”

Hiroshi Sugimoto

“Seeing is forgetting the name of the thing one sees.”

Paul Valery

Maki Ishii, Aphorisms, Aki Takahashi (piano)

Summer Day Out 2012

“What has interested me all along is not the pronouncement of meaning but pointing toward the way meaning is formed.

I think everything is available as subject matter and I really mean everything. I concern myself with time, space, and things that are going on in the world, and everything. Not with a sense of trying to restate or interpret or express something, but to take something out of the world just long enough and use just enough of that to throw something out, bring something back, that I can call an image.

The essential quality of existence concerns where one is at any instant in time: that locates everything else. Location, as a phenomenon of space and time, has been transposed by most art forms into manifestations of visual equivalence: that is, as an experience located at the ends of the eyeballs. I am interested in transposing location directly into “present” time by eliminating things, the appearance of things, and appearance itself. The documents carry out that role using language, photographs and systems in time and location.”

Douglas Huebler

Hardstyle 2012 SUMMER MIX, JohnnyTwice

Different Trains :: Third Movement

America – After the war

“and the war was over” (Paul)
“Are you sure?” (Rachella)
“The war is over”
“going to America”
“to Los Angeles”
“to New York”
“from New York to Los Angeles” (Mr Davis)
“one of the fastest trains” (Virginia)
“but today, they’re all gone” (Mr Davis)
“There was one girl, who had a beautiful voice” (Rachella)
“and they loved to listen to the singing, the Germans”
“and when she stopped singing they said, ‘More, more’ and they applauded”

Steve Reich: Different Trains, Transcript of Speech Recordings

Different Trains, Third Movement – America After the War, Steve Reich, Quatuor Diotima

Different Trains :: Second Movement

Europe – During the war

“1940” (Rachella)
“on my birthday”
“The Germans walked in”
“walked into Holland”
“Germans invaded Hungary” (Paul)
“I was in second grade”
“I had a teacher”
“a very tall man, his hair was concretely plastered smooth”
“He said, ‘Black Crows invaded our country many years ago’ ”
“and he pointed right at me”
“No more school” (Rachel)
“You must go away”
“and she said ‘Quick, go!’ ” (Rachella)
“and he said, ‘Don’t breathe!’ ”
“into those cattle wagons” (Rachella)
“for 4 days and 4 nights”
“and then we went through these strange sounding names”
“Polish names”
“Lots of cattle wagons there”
“They were loaded with people”
“They shaved us”
“They tattooed a number on our arm”
“Flames going up to the sky – it was smoking”

Steve Reich: Different Trains, Transcript of Speech Recordings

Different Trains, Second Movement – Europe During the War, Steve Reich, Quatuor Diotima

Different Trains :: First Movement

“The idea for the piece comes from my childhood.  [Due to my parent’s divorce], I travelled back and forth by train frequently between New York and Los Angeles from 1939 to 1942. […] While these trips were exciting and romantic at the time, I now look back and think that, if I had been in Europe during this period, as a Jew I would have had to ride on very different trains.  With this in mind, I wanted to make a piece that would accurately reflect the whole situation.”

Steve Reich

America – Before the war

“from Chicago to New York” (Virginia)
“one of the fastest trains”
“The crack train from New York” (Mr. Davis)
“from New York to Los Angeles”
“different trains every time” (Virginia)
“from Chicago to New York”
“in 1939”
“1939” (Mr. Davis)
“1940”
“1941”
“1941 I guess it must’ve been” (Virginia)

Steve Reich: Different Trains, Transcript of Speech Recordings

Different Trains, First Movement – America Before the War, Steve Reich, Quatuor Diotima

A Very Cellular Image

“Winter was cold and the clothing was thin
But the gentle shepherd calls the tune
Oh dear mother what shall I do
First please your eyes and then your ears Jenny
Exchanging love tokens say goodnight

Lay down my dear sister
Won’t you lay and take your rest
Won’t you lay your head upon your saviours breast
And I love you but Jesus loves you the best
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight,
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.
One of these mornings bright and early and fine.
Goodnight, goodnight
Not a cricket not a spirit going to shout me on
Goodnight, goodnight
I go walking in the valley of the shadow of death
Goodnight, goodnight
And his rod and his staff shall comfort me
Goodnight, goodnight
Oh John the wine he saw the sign
Goodnight, goodnight
Oh John say I seen a number of signs
Goodnight, goodnight
Tell A for the ark that wonderful boat
Goodnight, goodnight
You know they built it on the land getting water to float
Goodnight, goodnight
Tell B for the beast at the ending of the wood
Goodnight, goodnight
You know it ate all the children when they wouldn’t be good
Goodnight, goodnight
I remember quite well, I remember quite well
Goodnight, goodnight
I was walking in Jerusalem just like John
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.

Who would lose and who would bruise
Or who would live quite prettily?
And who would love what comes along
And fill the air with joyous song

Who would go and who would come
Or who would simply linger
And who would hide behind your chair
And steal your crystallised ginger

Nebulous nearnesses cry to me
At this timeless moment
Someone dear to me wants me near, makes me high
I can hear vibrations fly
Through mangoes, pomegranates and planes
All the same
When it reaches me and teaches me
To sigh

Who would mouse and who would lion
Or who would be the tamer
And who would hear directions clear
From the unnameable namer

Who would skip and who would plod
Or who would lie quite stilly
And who would ride backwards on a giraffe
Stopping every so often to laugh

Amoebas are very small

Oh ah ee oo there’s absolutely no strife
Living the timeless life
I don’t need a wife
Living the timeless life
If I need a friend I just give a wriggle
Split right down the middle
And when I look there’s two of me
Both as handsome as can be
Oh here we go slithering, here we go slithering and squelching on
Oh here we go slithering, here we go slithering and squelching on
Oh ah ee oo there’s absolutely no strife
Living the timeless life

Black hair brown hair feather and scale
Seed and stamen and all unnamed lives that live
Turn your quivering nerves in my direction
Turn your quivering nerves in my direction
Feel the energy projection of my cells
Wishes you well.

May the long time sun shine upon you
All love surround you
And the pure light within you
Guide you all the way on.”

Mike Heron, A Very Cellular Song

A Very Cellular Song, The Incredible String Band, 1968