Sunday, August 08, 2010

On mapping inter-locked spaces



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"The voodler is a forger/He forges so thoroughly/That he even forges the pain/He really feels as pain//Those who watch what he voodles/Feel truly, seeing pain,/Not the two he had, but only/The one they do not have//And thus along the rails,/To stall the reason/Runs that wind-up train/They call the heart."

After a week-end filled with a multitpude of collected footage bits from highly active active procrastination, Sam Renseiw, overwhelmed yet serene, concocted a longer disquiet-docu-voodle for this post. View the montage with subtle acupunctural inserts from: Room 100, Circuits Ferm├ęs and Somewhere/Nowhere by clicking here or on the links above.(patafilm # 785, 04'35'',67MB,Quicktime/mov- other veriosn at Bliptv)

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3 Comments:

Anonymous gurdonark said...

Walking among colors--I'm captivated by shades of green, by blue and gray and white, by the wood-faded-brown of an upside=down pier. Colors are forged, of course--the butterfly lens sees different colors than the human eye. But the forgery feels more real.

I'm reminded of a song by the Creative Commons artist Josh Woodward, an enterprising man from the American midwest who sells his music by giving it away:

I'll be right behind you, Josephine

:Even after everything we've seen seen
In this sterile room with blinding lights and faces pointing down
I only want to scream but still I just can't make a sound"
--from "I'll be right behind you, Josephine", which may be played at:
http://www.joshwoodward.com/mod/song/view_song.php?song_id=88

Is the alienation of this lover true alienation, or the alienating adrenaline rush of love deferred?
Is the voodler, as a forger, merely one intoxicated with love, love of forms, love of shapes, love of colors? The forgery is less a crime and more a fabrication of a cool new tower for an unseen edifice.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010 4:41:00 am  
Anonymous gurdonark said...

Walking among colors--I'm captivated by shades of green, by blue and gray and white, and by the wood-faded-brown of an upside-down pier. Colors are forged, of course--the butterfly lens sees different colors than the human eye. But the forgery feels more real.
I'm reminded of a song by Creative Commons artists Josh Woodward, an enterprising man from the American midwest who sells his music by giving it away.

"I'll be right behind you, Josephine
Even after everything we've seen seen
In this sterile room with blinding lights and faces pointing down
I only want to scream but still I just can't make a sound"
--from "I'll be right behind you, Josephine".
http://www.joshwoodward.com/mod/song/view_song.php?song_id=88

Is the alienation of this lover who narrates the song true alienation, or the alienating adrenaline rush of love deferred?
Is the voodler, as a forger, merely one intoxicated with a different love--love of forms, love of shapes, love of colors?
The forgery is les a crime and more a fabrication of a cool new tower for an unseen edifice.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010 4:44:00 am  
Blogger SAM RENSEIW said...

the ultra short excerpts from peformances of "new hybrid circus forms", inserted in this voodle reminded me of some of fernando pessoa's poetry.

the quote is actually a paraphrase (with the tem voodle inserted) of one of his poems.
>
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fernando_Pessoa
>
http://disquiet.com/pessoa.html

Wednesday, August 11, 2010 9:15:00 am  

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