marc garrett
Since the beginning
Works in London United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

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BIO
Marc Garrett is co-director and co-founder, with artist Ruth Catlow of the Internet arts collectives and communities – Furtherfield.org, Furthernoise.org, Netbehaviour.org, also co-founder and co-curator/director of the gallery space formerly known as 'HTTP Gallery' now called the Furtherfield Gallery in London (Finsbury Park), UK. Co-curating various contemporary Media Arts exhibitions, projects nationally and internationally. Co-editor of 'Artists Re:Thinking Games' with Ruth Catlow and Corrado Morgana 2010. Hosted Furtherfield's critically acclaimed weekly broadcast on UK's Resonance FM Radio, a series of hour long live interviews with people working at the edge of contemporary practices in art, technology & social change. Currently doing an Art history Phd at the University of London, Birkbeck College.

Net artist, media artist, curator, writer, street artist, activist, educationalist and musician. Emerging in the late 80′s from the streets exploring creativity via agit-art tactics. Using unofficial, experimental platforms such as the streets, pirate radio such as the locally popular ‘Savage Yet Tender’ alternative broadcasting 1980′s group, net broadcasts, BBS systems, performance, intervention, events, pamphlets, warehouses and gallery spaces. In the early nineties, was co-sysop (systems operator) with Heath Bunting on Cybercafe BBS with Irational.org.

Our mission is to co-create extraordinary art that connects with contemporary audiences providing innovative, engaging and inclusive digital and physical spaces for appreciating and participating in practices in art, technology and social change. As well as finding alternative ways around already dominating hegemonies, thus claiming for ourselves and our peer networks a culturally aware and critical dialogue beyond traditional hierarchical behaviours. Influenced by situationist theory, fluxus, free and open source culture, and processes of self-education and peer learning, in an art, activist and community context.
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DISCUSSION

Re: censorship puzzle is solved! user comes clean...


Thanx Julie,

I can rest my paronoid state of mind now- of course, I've nothing to
hide...;-)

marc

> okay, i guess the censorship gig is up ya'll...
> i really wish i had planned it and could say it was some kind of
> performance.art to freak everyone out about security and all that BUT>>i
> cannot.
>
> i have not had a chance to read my rhizome mail for at least a week and
> it has piled up in the mailbox waiting for me. and finally today i went
> in there and began to read and then...the plot...it began to unfold!!!
> and i was a major part of it, if not the cause!!!!
>
> much to my amusement, but maybe not everyone in this forums...we loaded
> upTrends ScanMail for our server this week for our ongoing severe spam
> problem. AND apparently some of the content filters are still on and
> being "tweaked". i received a copy of scanmails' filter alert about some
> content from furtherfield earlier this week...but i have been so
> overwhelmed in tech-land this week i just dismissed it for later view.
>
> and NOW i see that the scanmail messages have sent this list into a
> tizzy.
> NO >>>rhizome is not being CENSORED! but my work is trying to be...at
> least partly spam free. i do not like the content filters. we had
> auction ads for our company bounced this week because of the word rape.
> (it was the word, scraper..as in equipment? ya know, a scraper? duh!)
>
> so i apologize for any troubles this caused!!!!
> we are all safe. the software police are not coming................yet.
>
> we are loading up the list@rhizome.org email address to our filter now
> so this should stop happening in the future. and i will keep my eyes on
> rhizome messages to see if it gets fixed.
> sorry! J>
> + bostoniscoolerthannewyorkbostoniscoolerthannewyorkbostoniscoolerthanne
> -> Rhizome.org
> -> post: list@rhizome.org
> -> questions: info@rhizome.org
> -> subscribe/unsubscribe: http://rhizome.org/subscribe.rhiz
> -> give: http://rhizome.org/support
> +
> Subscribers to Rhizome are subject to the terms set out in the
> Membership Agreement available online at http://rhizome.org/info/29.php3
>

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Death by Carriage


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BlankDeath by Carriage

I lay here on my own
waiting for my leave

life and all its concur
is but a blur

echoing facades
floating
fading dimly

eyes shut slowly
conceding to life's weight

it falls like a watery shroud
unclothing me

could this naked child be so - so old ?

I can feel my vulnerable soul
is lingering

once earth bound
gagged by puppy hopes

nurtured with morbid
beliefs and security

living out ideas
on histories tired limbs

compared to the quiet shout
that time gives

I have compared myself
with too many things

hands between my legs
they are now fiddling

as the light draws nearer
I wish to receive

the god whom has caressed
all nervous energy

the cock is erect and
desires the ultimate coming

oh to feel the last pleasure
that what is my own

an essence dominates
the gap in this place

to come before I die
is my last simple wish

after all what else
what else is left ?

to dare wank at death
and enjoy thy fate

to be stuck in rhythm
shafting life's chant

to be wet and warm
and smiling
once gone

evading the stolen glory
of bastard time

to excrete all those shameful
insecurities

the last coming is here
now I must win

must embrace death
and explode out of me
life

my arms collapse
exhausted
they fail me

my heart
misses a beat

no coming
no glory
time clicks
passing me by...

poem by marc garrett (1988)

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<P align=center><STRONG></STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>I lay here on my own<BR>waiting for my leave
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>life and all its concur <BR>is but a blur </STRON=
G></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>echoing facades <BR>floating<BR>fading dimly
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>eyes shut slowly <BR>conceding to life's weight=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>it falls like a watery shroud <BR>unclothing me=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>could this naked child be so - so old ? </STRONG>=
</P>
<P align=center><STRONG>I can feel my vulnerable soul <BR>is lingering
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>once earth bound <BR>gagged by puppy hopes </STRO=
NG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>nurtured with morbid <BR>beliefs and security
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>living out ideas <BR>on histories tired limbs
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>compared to the quiet shout <BR>that time gives=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>I have compared myself <BR>with too many things=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>hands between my legs <BR>they are now fiddling=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>as the light draws nearer <BR>I wish to receive=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>the god whom has caressed <BR>all nervous energy=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>the cock is erect and <BR>desires the ultimate co=
ming
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>oh to feel the last pleasure <BR>that what is my =
own
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>an essence dominates <BR>the gap in this place
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>to come before I die <BR>is my last simple wish=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>after all what else <BR>what else is left ?
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>to dare wank at death <BR>and enjoy thy fate
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>to be stuck in rhythm <BR>shafting life's chant=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>to be wet and warm <BR>and smiling <BR>once gone=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>evading the stolen glory <BR>of bastard time
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>to excrete all those shameful <BR>insecurities
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>the last coming is here <BR>now I must win </STRO=
NG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>must embrace death <BR>and explode out of me <BR>=
life
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>my arms collapse <BR>exhausted <BR>they fail me=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>my heart <BR>misses a beat </STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>no coming <BR>no glory <BR>time clicks <BR>passin=
g me
by...</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG></STRONG>&nbsp;</P>
<P align=center><STRONG>poem by marc garrett (1988)</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG></STRONG></P>
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pretty lies


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ng but a dream a pretty lie
In time you will learn, yet fears dig deep suggesting that time will be not=
hing but a tentative barometer
Things look and seem in the right place, everything is exact to your requir=
ed and lustful measurement
A glowing example of the human race, parading the perfect example of what o=
thers should aspire to be
A design - designed to make free spirits worry, worry about the outer space=
between them and others
On this archetypal product a veneer glows like a glaze which hides the rust=
that eats away inside
How can one be free when faced by stereo - typical - post - idealists, decl=
aring war on self love
Pictorial delusion infests all hope and advertises a template of which all =
lost eyes infest on
This mutation of the exterior is merely a polish to hide the inferior mytho=
logy which presumes style
It slips and slides and poses grace, hinting pure face as it sniggers choos=
ing a vacuous Armour
And you are fooled by this tinsel wrapping, which reflects how unrealized y=
ou really are
This invented criterion is a visual soap opera created for the empty heart =
who fears the mind
As the recommended lie oozes into place, the myth becomes a reality pertain=
ing the lowest denominator
Dictating the way, the way we should be - deconstructed, instructed - told =
and sold a classic ideal
It threatens inner smiles and is crushed under steel, it squeals under emot=
ional blackmail
For systematic creed identity is pushed aside for the chosen utopia re - in=
vented, invested
Lives are re - constructed losing thy original core which once burned proud=
and warm
Post - human triviality distorts our realities, opting for the shield that =
covers our true selves
Soon we will become acceptable by the soul - less eyes who judge other peop=
les lives
ENTRENCHED clothed in facile styles, dissected and conformed to the ultimat=
e self mutilation
And all this is because one must concede and conform to someone else's pret=
ty lies

marc garrett (1989)

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<DIV><FONT face="Calisto MT" color=#000080 size=1>This capricious ide=
a which is
drowned in an external facade - is nothing but a dream a pretty lie<BR>In t=
ime
you will learn, yet fears dig deep suggesting that time will be nothing but=
a
tentative barometer<BR>Things look and seem in the right place, everything =
is
exact to your required and lustful measurement<BR>A glowing example of the =
human
race, parading the perfect example of what others should aspire to be<BR>A=

design - designed to make free spirits worry, worry about the outer space=

between them and others<BR>On this archetypal product a veneer glows like a=

glaze which hides the rust that eats away inside<BR>How can one be free whe=
n
faced by stereo - typical - post - idealists, declaring war on self
love<BR>Pictorial delusion infests all hope and advertises a template of wh=
ich
all lost eyes infest on<BR>This mutation of the exterior is merely a polish=
to
hide the inferior mythology which presumes style<BR>It slips and slides and=

poses grace, hinting pure face as it sniggers choosing a vacuous Armour<BR>=
And
you are fooled by this tinsel wrapping, which reflects how unrealized you r=
eally
are<BR>This invented criterion is a visual soap opera created for the empty=

heart who fears the mind<BR>As the recommended lie oozes into place, the my=
th
becomes a reality pertaining the lowest denominator<BR>Dictating the way, t=
he
way we should be - deconstructed, instructed - told and sold a classic
ideal<BR>It threatens inner smiles and is crushed under steel, it squeals u=
nder
emotional blackmail<BR>For systematic creed identity is pushed aside for th=
e
chosen utopia re - invented, invested<BR>Lives are re - constructed losing =
thy
original core which once burned proud and warm<BR>Post - human triviality=

distorts our realities, opting for the shield that covers our true
selves<BR>Soon we will become acceptable by the soul - less eyes who judge =
other
peoples lives<BR>ENTRENCHED clothed in facile styles, dissected and conform=
ed to
the ultimate self mutilation<BR>And all this is because one must concede an=
d
conform to someone else's pretty lies&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<BR><BR>marc garrett=

(1989)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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DISCUSSION

crappy!


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Wow - there is so much junk in the world today. We are filling space with o=
ur crap, we are filling the climate with our crap, filling the Internet wit=
h our crap - It's just so crappy!

marc

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Re: Mail Delivery Status Notification


MAIL ESSENTIALS SENDER NOTIFICATION

The following message:

TO: postmaster@ipass.com
FROM: info@furtherfield.org
DATE: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 11:24:10 +0100
Subject: Re: Mail Delivery Status Notification

Has been deleted by Mail Essentials for the following reason(s):

Body contains word(s)/phrase(s) 'sex'

Mail essentials

SEX = PLEASURE= LOVE OF ONE SELF = LOVE FOR OTHERS = MUTUAL ACCEPTANCE = NON
BIGOTRY = EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE = NON CONFORMITY = NON - THOUGHT CRIME =
PLAYFUL LOVING = DISCOVER OUR OWN GENIUS = QUESTION MORALITY = QUESTION ONE
SELF = RE-EVALUATE = FIGHT FOR PERSONAL LIBERTY = FIGHT FOR COLLECTIVE
FREEDOMS = FIGHT AGAINST CENSORSHIP = FIGHT AGAINST KILLERS OF CIVILIANS =
FIGHT AGAINST NUCLEAR ARMS POSTURING = MAKE OUR OUR WORLDS = THINK BEYOND
THE BOREDOM OF INSTITUTIONAL RESTRAINT = LIVE LIFE = ENJOY LIFE = LOVE LIFE
= DEVELOP ONE'S MIND = BE INTIMATE = HUMANITY BEFORE CONTROL = HUMANITY
BEFORE MONEY = BE PEPETUALLY CREATIVE = ENJOY OUR IMAGINATIONS = SHARE OUR
IMAGINATIVE REASONINGS = OPEN OUR MINDS = THINK BEYOND THE PROTOCOL = LOVE
REACHES FURTHER THAN WARS...

MARC GARRETT

> MAIL ESSENTIALS SENDER NOTIFICATION
>
> The following message:
>
> TO: postmaster@ipass.com
> FROM: info@furtherfield.org
> DATE: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 12:14:10 +0100
> Subject: Re: Mail Delivery Status Notification
>
>
> Has been deleted by Mail Essentials for the following reason(s):
>
> Body contains word(s)/phrase(s) 'sex'
>
>
> Mail essentials
>