Indeed monsieur Omeroglu or is it madame, i do see some striking similarities, conceptually. And thank you for mentioning it to me.
Donc, je vous propose to further sporadically collaborate, perhaps our collected impressions can crystallize in some bloggish utterances on Self that spread, on Identity dissolving, on Crises evolving, the entangled West, the imbroglio of the East, the abundance of the South, the audacity of the Middle untsoweiter.
As is evidently shown in this succesful initiative (some pictures will be added and hopefully my friend J. D. who is involved in the project in situ, can help me to establish some kind of lasting impression upon our modest audience, so that It may come to think of the "proje" as something inspiring in an aesthetically 'relevant' way as well and something you could almost put your hand on) simple things involving lots of smart people working together don't need much in the way of hyper coolness. Even a dumb & devious a******* like me can see that.
Any discussion on giving such a dimension to these humble mediatic quantum leaps is of course doomed to end in irrelevance or faced with the relentless stoppages of ideology. Instead i am reminded of a 'Radio' song by Jonathan Richman and The Modern Lovers, something utterly simple, i don't even remember it's title, but i'm sure someone will. There's always an ice-cream man lover reading these Real Simple Syndicated Garbage.
More importantly, and dropping this pseudo-artistic facade altogether, some attention might be brought to serious matters like these in Rwanda, similar attempts to escape the vicious circle of violence in your country, the climate of fear, rising hatred and increasing intolerance in my own, and the bleeding vessels of visiounoutica surrounding our decaying globe and how we, the you of me and the me of you, can reflect and come to some kind of conclusion that could fit our most eager aspirations, circling like hungry flies around the corpses of forlorn dogma's of Western Art, or sniffing like rats caught in your corporate camera gnawing away at the Body of Artistic Achievement.
We know what we want, but in which way are we allowed to want it by us in the mirror of things? a shoe needs to found, one for each of us workers, let the other remain barefoot just to remind us we live in luxury, to steer us away from early satisfaction, to keep us starting up, breaking down, stumble and walking in a meaningful direction, a benevolent tendency in the vast multiplicity of cycles commonly known as the way. None is the one & up & down are all asynchronically in favor of denial but in the noise of spinning spam-o-laundries that these net opera's really are, all of our talk ends up in simple waves, so let us observe the foam we built as one of joy, not hope, because hope only diminishes the much needed acceptance of the reality in our present moments.
As these short radio waves succeed in breaking the deeper tidal ones of bloodshed, perhaps our humble blurtings going prrt prrt in the intuitive rhytms of the lyrical will eventually succeed in joining others, interfere with a larger interference, bringing about an uprising from greater depths that would leave our children in a less shameful position to amateuristically aspire for the sublime.
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— Dirk Vekemans <[email protected]> wrote:
> The basic idea and vision behind
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Indeed monsieur Omeroglu or is it madame, i do see some striking
similarities, conceptually. And thank you for mentioning it to me.
Donc, je vous propose to further sporadically collaborate, perhaps our
collected impressions can crystallize in some bloggish utterances on Self
that spread, on Identity dissolving, on Crises evolving, the entangled West,
the imbroglio of the East, the abundance of the South, the audacity of the
Middle untsoweiter.
As is evidently shown in this succesful initiative (some pictures will be
added and hopefully my friend J. D. who is involved in the project in situ,
can help me to establish some kind of lasting impression upon our modest
audience, so that It may come to think of the "proje" as something inspiring
in an aesthetically 'relevant' way as well and something you could almost
put your hand on) simple things involving lots of smart people working
together don't need much in the way of hyper coolness. Even a dumb & devious
a******* like me can see that.
Any discussion on giving such a dimension to these humble mediatic quantum
leaps is of course doomed to end in irrelevance or faced with the relentless
stoppages of ideology. Instead i am reminded of a 'Radio' song by Jonathan
Richman and The Modern Lovers, something utterly simple, i don't even
remember it's title, but i'm sure someone will. There's always an ice-cream
man lover reading these Real Simple Syndicated Garbage.
More importantly, and dropping this pseudo-artistic facade altogether, some
attention might be brought to serious matters like these in Rwanda, similar
attempts to escape the vicious circle of violence in your country, the
climate of fear, rising hatred and increasing intolerance in my own, and the
bleeding vessels of visiounoutica surrounding our decaying globe and how we,
the you of me and the me of you, can reflect and come to some kind of
conclusion that could fit our most eager aspirations, circling like hungry
flies around the corpses of forlorn dogma's of Western Art, or sniffing like
rats caught in your corporate camera gnawing away at the Body of Artistic
Achievement.
We know what we want, but in which way are we allowed to want it by us in
the mirror of things? a shoe needs to found, one for each of us workers, let
the other remain barefoot just to remind us we live in luxury, to steer us
away from early satisfaction, to keep us starting up, breaking down, stumble
and walking in a meaningful direction, a benevolent tendency in the vast
multiplicity of cycles commonly known as the way. None is the one & up &
down are all asynchronically in favor of denial but in the noise of spinning
spam-o-laundries that these net opera's really are, all of our talk ends up
in simple waves, so let us observe the foam we built as one of joy, not
hope, because hope only diminishes the much needed acceptance of the reality
in our present moments.
As these short radio waves succeed in breaking the deeper tidal ones of
bloodshed, perhaps our humble blurtings going prrt prrt in the intuitive
rhytms of the lyrical will eventually succeed in joining others, interfere
with a larger interference, bringing about an uprising from greater depths
that would leave our children in a less shameful position to
amateuristically aspire for the sublime.
greetings,
dv @ Neue Kathedrale des erotischen Elends
http://www.vilt.net/nkdee
http://handsproje3.blogspot.com/
http://handsproje3-droits.blogspot.com/
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> —–Oorspronkelijk bericht—–
> Van: utku omeroglu [mailto:[email protected]]
> Verzonden: vrijdag 28 april 2006 15:11
> Aan: Dirk Vekemans; [email protected]
> Onderwerp: Re: RHIZOME_RAW: T
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> — Dirk Vekemans <[email protected]> wrote:
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> > The basic idea and vision behind
> >
> > http://handsproje3.blogspot.com/
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> Send instant messages to your online friends
> http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com
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