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2014/10/01

.... on The Web We Lost


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 Anil Dash's text and talk are amazing, and important. All bloggers  know exactly what he's talking about esp. when it comes to artistic and poetic linking ... 

and the loss of artistic hypertext connnectings... in blogs 
  there's a lot more to this subject and it's' worth reading the entire entry  and watching  him give his talk  ..

The Web We Lost


Update: A few months after this piece was published, I was invited by Harvard's Berkman Center to speak about this topic in more detail. Though the final talk is an hour long, it offers much more insight into the topic, and I hope you'll give it a look.


The tech industry and its press have treated the rise of billion-scale social networks and ubiquitous smartphone apps as an unadulterated win for regular people, a triumph of usability and empowerment. They seldom talk about what we've lost along the way in this transition, and I find that younger folks may not even know how the web used to be.

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2014/09/21

Alberto Giacometti ...


Alberto Giacometti (1901 - 1966)
Etudes
vers 1951
Crayon sur papier fort
43,7 X 26,7 cm
Musée d’Art National d’Art moderne, Paris
 
Portrait de Jean Genet
1954 – 1955
Huile sur toile
73 X 60 cm
Musée d’Art National d’Art moderne, Paris

2014/09/04

Can

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Can you, would you keep the    thing going? she's hearkened  waited.  Here at crossroad crossword. Not patient for


more aconnon

  since it's a way              of     life        think  about it more                 what it comprises              whence and where intelligence

                       begins  as a              man  pours  a        p o r t  r                a           i     t out the win    dow



 or  someone disguising their                  selves             behind the behind of so c i  al            me d          i a

  

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and where does it start             art to end   the begining of this trading ,  repassing , detotalizing awaken ing

  the joyous timbre  of the joyous spirit








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'des machines productrices ou désirantes


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❝Partout des machines productrices ou désirantes, les machines
schizophrènes, toute la vie générique: moi et non-moi, extérieur et intérieur
ne veulent plus rien dire.
❝Contre la psychanalyse nous n’avons dit que deux choses:
elle casse toutes les productions de désir, elle écrase
toutes les formations d’énoncés.
A-OE59
A-OE34-35
MP191-192
A-OE8






❝Partout des machines productrices ou désirantes, les machines
schizophrènes, toute la vie gén                             rique: moi et non-moi, extérieur et intérieur
ne veulent plus rien dire.
                                                                              ❝Contre la psychanalyse nous n’avons dit que deux choses:
elle casse toutes les productions d







                                                    
ne                               veulent plus rien dire.
❝Contre la psychanalyse nous n’avons dit que deux choses:
elle casse toutes les productions                                         de désir, elle écrase
toutes les formations d’énoncés.
A-OE59
A-OE34-35
MP191-192
A-OE8








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2014/08/30






                              have to say far and fly light to keep my joy










 haVe had  to say far and fly light to keep my joyI have to say far and fly light 


to keep my joyI have to say far and fly light to keep my joyI have to say far and fly light to keep my joy
   




to keep my joyI have to say far and fly light to keep my joyI have to say far and fly light to keep my joy




to keep my joyI have to say far and fly light to keep my joyI have to say far and fly light to keep my joy

















ly light                                           keep m

 


ly light                                        keep
 

                    
ly light to keep





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 haVe had  to say far and fly light to keep my joyI have to say far and fly light 


to keep my joyI have to say far

'trave..l '

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să mergem la spaţiul cosmic


spaţiul cosmic










                         spaţiul cosmic




. i went to bolgna 


                                   (chewing my cheese and )



                                           baloney



cottroni



                       ancient capital        and  











Re -----each word

Franny's got: each word by the button . of a sudden southerly fright.

 not the dying haunts



nor flying geese

but this fleece golden

between the button





no one takes her too somberly! a shout glance! a rearward horse plunging forth the froth laughing back  hung up on the air 





  Jill squares the circle nightly with 'her buttocks' blooming  a wet cement pavement cigarello. no more I to the tuning of the third person.





  Dear I you are no more. A few left bushes to the hutton .
a word prepared for escape.
but even then pissed to the edge of its 'ever green' forest orb and robin to your hood.
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----------------------------------------------------- the ever always interesting work of Mihaela              the profile lookingOut /    
                                                    & the other whose only red lips one sees the sensual lips   and the non see eyes of the woman not seen? or unsee and the man's eyes behind sad? are they sad? they look in the distance anticipating. and anticipation is always love     ~under these circumstances....
                                                    or behind her? behind her to the side as a man's always who's always only lookin at her back  but i am telling a story based on a momentary impression ... see the work for yourself ... let it tell its own story  ....

 












 anticipation is the breadth   ~ of love   ~




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2014/08/29






incertitudine

de                 
                               Mihaela Brumar

2014/08/25

each word




inn(finite) (s)
                  roll upward

____pretend a page _________ 




 Between each word Mona hangs a wreckage night| a ball pruned to pollarded circumstance| a rocking ball askant the worked  ouns of the  belly goating perch.
                         A round the island kirk and hill bustle with 
                                the hustle a wall of water 


Not here or near it explains what's come to past.


Now your memory 's a  a  a   fear which come to fresh posture in that rank branch  of what was it's killing 


Thence its work bines the cow requisite to its fearful throng. A word creates another beside twitching weir crumbled

at the near end of the edge of  the wor of the spotless of

 pier? Mona 'shair raising failure  /allure. Jill's product is the hummerdrummer  Joanne. The dancer ina chair without fail her fauve past has not pastshe's rigged to a chair dancing still this fauve breast her hips wore swinging chairs to   


breath again   


Jill steels herself pen

                                                                  Franny or Fanny fainting finding dharma of good looks Buddha not a simple recogition but a working to the creating





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2014/08/24

jonson or samel or doctor John

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A zen thought crossed my mind, what remains of its stewed contents...
Dr Jonson was he the one who laid a dictionary before the empty Mirror?

aahah it came and went.

well Darius. Think of labels like the doctor did social strata! stations of the classical cross!

 O King, I think I've written a million words, many on the blogs that no one reads, so it's no worse than a book. Which most won't read.

However, sir, you have put your name in print more than I!
I am a perfectionist I suppose. so because i am prolific I just go on creating biggger and bigger piles of paper and blogs.

It's a method I invented when I was about 18 and a half its called go on forever , the incomplete, and the uncollected works of Clifford Duffy.
 which includes more than the writing and everything else.
 Cheer up! it can't be all that good!

ahahah
talk to me its Vendridi soir Boswell. Or are ye Jonson to my TzarathustraDuffyda?

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