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Barriminge Rank: Jasper This message was updated on 3/12/2004 11:13:27 AM by Barriminge	an angry sausage does not mince his words replied on: 3/12/2004 11:12:17 AM As I always said. It’s all about “fusions of opposites”.I recall Sinclair’s introduction to a poetry volume published some years ago which goes something like this: CONDUCTORS OF CHAOS "I ‘ve always believed that bringing the best writers, the sharpest intelligences, to any location alters it forever. But risking thirty or so poets in a wine-bar in Spitalfields Market was pushing it( the eviction orders were already in the post). Then there was the title of the anthology they were celebrating: Conductors of Chaos. It was the day England played Spain in the European championships. The match was on the TV above the bar, and it went to extra time, a penalty shoot out. (Nobody remembers the rare occasions when England win these things.) But the poets divided quite neatly, into those ex-macho, pre- Hornby types who wanted to watch and the Cambridge Marxists who refused to acknowledge that it was happening. (They were horrified to find themselves cast adrift amongst trace elements of the unredeemed proletariat). We’d already lost the upstairs room to (booked in advance ) to a local Mafia wedding. Drunken guests, barmen with their backs resolutely turned to the football, pedlars from the market: they swilled and bitched. The mike was dead. Nobody could hear what was going on. ‘Bad Boy’ Charlie’s mate was down from Birmingham and asking around for speed, worm pills, animal tranquillisers ,expectorants and anything else he could take. To wash away the flavour of these all-to-visible spectres with their mumbled and frantic agendas. Old quarrels were put on hold until later in the evening, when the party moved to the pub across the road." Needless to say Matey is always the spare prick with his finger on the zeitgeist. He has such difficulty holding to the text in question however.
Mittonsmate Rank: Jasper This message was updated on 3/13/2004 8:35:06 AM by Mittonsmate	an angry sausage does not mince his words replied on: 3/12/2004 3:32:19 PM Difficulty in "holding to the text"?? Yes, well I guess it just bores me. The Spitalfields "Conductors of Chaos" event was a lot of fun though. Not only did I get to meet Stewart Home for the first time, but I also managed to have a good talk with Doug Oliver about that letter of his which Sinclair quotes in "White Chappell, Scarlet Tracings." And now I've just remembered that it was Doug Oliver to whom I wrote that letter concerning the epistemological status of "anaesthetic revelation" which you quote from on the original Mitton thread. BTW, didn't you visit Doug Oliver at his flat in Paris one time? I've forgotten what you told me about it now.
Barriminge Rank: Jasper	an angry sausage does perform replied on: 3/13/2004 10:28:55 AM quote: Difficulty in "holding to the text"?? Yes, well I guess it just bores me. BTW, didn't you visit Doug Oliver at his flat in Paris one time? I've forgotten what you told me about it now. The text concerned 'Performance' and binary definitions, something that should n't be boring you because you were raving about it the other day.Did you notice that when I replied to Niccolomac I said that Sinclair's utterings were a type of 'performance'.Was that premonition or mere coincidence.Don't you wish that you had a command of symbolic knowledge like me.I've got so much to say but don't know how to,huh,go about saying it. The last posting was about 'Performance' as alchemical text(just a little bit relevant).And about contraries and their malleability in the construction of personalities,in this case, in a filmic setting.Why does Sinclair always turn up when there is a good 'coincidence of contraries' to be had.You're the disciple of Deleuze and Guattari( a fine double act), then why don't you spot the rhizome. I'm always 'rhizome spotting'. I'm going for a pint now in Stratford-on-Avon. My name is Barrington Minge the actaw.I ve worked with the best .Dame Judi Dench.
Mittonsmate Rank: Jasper	an angry sausage does perform replied on: 3/14/2004 9:04:43 PM Sorry boss, but you know what I'm like - attention span of a gnat (incipient Alzheimer's?). Anyway, that letter of Doug Oliver's in "White Chappell, Scarlet Tracings" deals precisely with the coincidence of contraries - postulating a "gradient of value" within it between good and evil. Well worth you reading again. Oh yes, and I do like your little joke about your "command of symbolic knowledge" - what with you having such a tin ear for dialectics an' all. Most amusing.
Barriminge Rank: Jasper	an angry sausage does perform replied on: 4/3/2004 9:10:00 AM Why should you bother about dialectics when you're a fan of the transcategorical.Pity though that you can't think transcategorically.I've been on a long lunch in Stratford-on-Avon and wish I'd have stayed there when I look at these threads on this site and witness the obsession of these people with white boy musical crap which really has nothing to do with B'ham which don't forget is going to beat Bradford and Leicester to the honour of being the first majority black city.
Derradah Rank: Toyah	an angry sausage does perform replied on: 4/3/2004 9:13:56 AM Go and have another drink,Barri. I think you need it.By the way,are you married or are you a fuckin' queer.
Barriminge Rank: Jasper	an angry sausage does perform replied on: 4/5/2004 10:16:06 AM quote: Go and have another drink,Barri. I think you need it.By the way,are you married or are you a fuckin' queer. “The risk of offering a final chapter on ‘queer’ is that the term will be taken as the summary moment, but I want to make a case that it is perhaps only the most recent. In fact the temporality of the term is precisely what concerns me here: how is it that a term that signaled degradation has been turned – “re-functioned” in the Brechtian sense – to signify a new and affirmative set of meanings? Is this a simple reversal of valuations such that “queer” means either a post degradation or a present or future affirmation? Is this a reversal that retains and reiterates the objected history of the term? When the term has been used as a paralyzing slur, as the mundane interpolation of pathologized sexuality, it has produced the user of the term as the emblem and vehicle of normalization; the occasion of its utterance as the discursive regulation of the boundaries of sexual legitimacy. Much of the straight world has always needed the queers it sought to repudiate through the pejorative force of the term. If the term is now subject to a re-appropriation, what are the conditions and limits of that significant reversal? Does the reversal re-iterate the logic of repudiation by which it was spawned? Can the term overcome its constitutive history of injury? Does it present the discursive occasion for a powerful and compelling fantasy of historical reparation? When and how does a term like ‘queer’ become subject to an affirmative re-signification for some when a term like “nigger” despite some recent efforts at reclamation, appears capable of re-inscribing its pain? How and where does discourse re-iterate injury such that the various efforts to re-contextualize and re-signify a given term meet their limit in this other, more brutal and relentless form of repetition? 9 Bloody Hell, she’d offered a retort to my question. I had to ask her whether this was done deliberately. She replied no and that it was part of a set M..A. pack. It was not a reply to me, it was simply a coincidence
Derradah Rank: Toyah	an angry sausage does perform replied on: 4/5/2004 10:20:53 AM St George is also the patron saint of Catalunya, the 23rd being a day honouring him and Spain's national rambler Cervantes who allegedly died on that same day. A carrot to the first person to note the interesting point about this.
Barriminge Rank: Jasper This message was updated on 4/5/2004 10:31:24 AM by Barriminge	an angry sausage does perform replied on: 4/5/2004 10:25:45 AM An opportunity to point out that Shakin' Spearson's dates of birth and death allocated to the 23rd of April are both approximations and unlikely to be true or accurate in a 21st century way. Yay, that feels good. That number 23 again. The "number of coincidence." Mitton's number. "St George is also the patron saint of Catalunya, the 23rd being a day honouring him and Spain's national rambler Cervantes who allegedly died on that same day. A carrot to the first person to note the interesting point about this." Got you now,you bitch.Only this morning the words ,Long live Catalonia went through my mind because I once saw Salvador Dali being pushed into hospital on a stretcher to get ready to die,uttering those very words.23rd is really Charlie Mitton Day.
Derradah Rank: Toyah This message was updated on 4/5/2004 10:54:17 AM by Derradah	an angry sausage does perform replied on: 4/5/2004 10:52:55 AM You egomanic bastard.You're schizophrenic.It's all to do with that dualism,trying to find the synthesis.I like to quote that thing by De Quincey.My symbol is the Caduceus.I said jokingly that I'm schizophrenic and I think I am,or schizoid anyway,a very advanced schizoid and I have to live with it I was an adopted son but was dominated by a brand new mother while my father I could not accept.I could never bring together those two poles,and never intend to do anymore. My work must always be to reveal the two snakes copulating in the desert because I have successfully learnt to live with it. I believe the problem is trying to reconcile the two,we never can.What is the truth? The truth is we can never know what is fact and fiction really.We choose illusions at any given moment.I just do not believe in rationality or certainty,this is where I have to be totally pro-Derrida.
Barriminge Rank: Jasper	an angry sausage does not mince his words replied on: 4/5/2004 5:28:03 PM " quote: And now I've just remembered that it was Doug Oliver to whom I wrote that letter concerning the epistemological status of "anaesthetic revelation" which you quote from on the original Mitton thread. BTW, didn't you visit Doug Oliver at his flat in Paris one time? I've forgotten what you told me about it now. OUR GENERATION (for Steve Carey) I hear the birds of Kenya singing as I write this for Steve Carey who liked recorded bird song as I do, the cassette shrill, a door falling-to on squeaky hinges. Steve: a grating laugh of one who was buff-crested, sulphur chested, lost like me in distant islands of sound in sonophilia for Kenyas and Britains and native American woode, with its double-toned wood thrush. Our own generation as its song. Calls of "Will be!", "Will be!", like a Wilbye madrigal, every generation in hope of its many-coloured men and women. And the fish-eagle's magical feet snatch silver fish from gold-breeding lakes at all dawns, as we snatch syllables from standstill moments and lift that sound, a moment isolated, into sunlight. Douglas Oliver 1937 - 2000 Douglas Dunlop Oliver, writer: born Southampton 14 September 1937; married 1962 Janet Hughes (two daughters, and one son deceased; marriage dissolved 1987), 1988 Alice Notley; died Paris 21 April 2000.
DocSausage	Doug Oliver replied on: 4/7/2004 4:03:49 PM A great poem. Anymore by same? (Incidentally: the madrigals of John Wilbye - I can personally recommend them.)
Derradah Rank: Toyah	Doug Oliver replied on: 4/7/2004 5:34:17 PM Actually I'm into found objects which I declare to be "poetry".What does this tell you about the kind of people on this site: Well done,Mingy.Forsooth,now Charlie should get the carrot and then he could shove it up her mousey ass. Hey, steady-on - that was uncalled for. And calling racheymaus a bitch is bang out of order too. Why are you suddenly being so nasty? Must be something in the vodka. St George's Day........ I've told you ,pussycat,to stop being so literal.I do'nt drink vodka. You really are pathetic.Why do you think that I am who you say I am.Don't forget that it is you that preaches the transcategorical but seem completely unable to practice it.How can I possibly be nasty to someone who I am not sure actually exists.Racheymaus,to me,is simply a name on a website.It seems that the only person positively identified is Charlie yet your whole technique seems to be in contravention of your Deleuzian aesthetic/ethic.You are not capable of using philosophy as a ludic form of creativity. Mittonsmate St George's Day........ :I've told you ,pussycat,to stop being so literal.I do'nt drink vodka. You really are pathetic.Why do you think that I am who you say I am.Don't forget that it is you that preaches the transcategorical but seem completely unable to practice it.How can I possibly be nasty to someone who I am not sure actually exists.Racheymaus,to me,is simply a name on a website.It seems that the only person positively identified is Charlie yet your whole technique seems to be in contravention of your Deleuzian aesthetic/ethic.You are not capable of using philosophy as a ludic form of creativity. Using philosophy as a ludic form of creativity?? Is that what you think you're up to? So far as I can see, all you're doing is using a simplistic, uncritical reading of woolly-minded postmodern relativism as a lame excuse for gratuitous abuse. St George's Day... Using philosophy as a ludic form of creativity?? Is that what you think you're up to? So far as I can see, all you're doing is using a simplistic, uncritical reading of woolly-minded postmodern relativism as a lame excuse for gratuitous abuse. I have n't said that I'm up to anything.You're the one that claims alliegance to the kind of "philosophers"who do that kind of thing .What I'm interested in is the surreptitiously reactionary nature(in a literary and artistic sense)of virtually all of your utterings.I admit to trying to free the text but that is basically to amuse myself.You 're the one who wants to have babies with philosophers. I do however like Stewart Home's phrase,"feuding as performance art".I may have said. Synaptic intervention. quote: Don't forget that it is you that preaches the transcategorical but seem completely unable to practice it. Actually I can think transcategorically, but only after tinkering with my brain chemistry. If you recall, my mentioning of "transcategorical free-association" was within the specific context of my letter of reply to Doug Oliver concerning "anaesthetic revelation." I also list other possible names for this altered mode of thinking in my "Anaesthetic Inspiration" pamphlet, such as - network logic, vision logic, panoramic logic, systemic logic, holistic logic, meta-logic, paradoxical logic, mandalic logic, holographic logic, integrative logic, subtle logic, dream logic, fuzzy logic, smooth logic, deterritorialized logic, post-formal operational logic, creative-synthetic logic, and just plain old dialectical logic. A "state specific" mode of thought encountered on the "sobriety / metaphysical rapture interface." The point is, if you really want to explore this mode of thinking, as opposed to just talking about it, then chemical neuro-hacking is absolutely essential. In fact without it you're like an astronomer without a telescope, or a microbiologist without a microscope. But you've always refused to follow me down this particular road, haven't you. Is it the ego-dissolution that scares you? Quote \| Reply \| Synaptic intervention. quote:The point is, if you really want to explore this mode of thinking, as opposed to just talking about it, then chemical neuro-hacking is absolutely essential. In fact without it you're like an astronomer without a telescope, or a microbiologist without a microscope. But you've always refused to follow me down this particular road, haven't you. Is it the ego-dissolution that scares you? No,just some slightly disturbing experiences on expectorants when I was a young teenage actor in the late 60's.Tnen later on some fairly spot-on acid in the early 70's.Since then my mod roots have confirmed themselves to me so that now in my 50's I do like Adolf Hitler and Winston Churchill and take nothing more psychotropic than alcohol,amphetamine and tobacco.
Mittonsmate Rank: Jasper	Aaron Williamson replied on: 4/8/2004 8:46:59 AM The profoundly deaf performance poet Aaron Williamson will be performing at the Ikon Gallery from May 28th to the 31st as part of "Fierce!" - Birmingham's acclaimed festival of contemporary performance art. As a member of the "Sinclair circle," he appeared in Sinclair's Channel 4 film "The Cardinal and the Corpse," and also performed at the Spitalfield's "Conductors of Chaos" event where I met Doug Oliver. His Conductors of Chaos performance consisted of him loudly emitting a most alarming series of tortured screams, shouts, yelps and groans (causing a barmaid to drop a tray of glasses in fright when he began), accompanied by agonized, twisted contortions of his face and body. At the Ikon he will be recreating, quote, "images of the acts of various Christian saints as short video pieces, connecting them with classical images of performance art." As to whether Charlie will be joining in at some stage, I couldn't say.
peakyblinder old hand Rank: Chinny	Doug Oliver replied on: 4/8/2004 10:07:29 AM quote: Actually I'm into found objects which I declare to be "poetry". I too am partial to the odd objet trouve. Care to share any with us? Why not open up a new topic on Brum objets trouves if you do?
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