Tuesday, 29 December 2009

observations, weather changes or other events of daily importance

name the animals


king of the wild frontier

I'm that same David Crockett, fresh from the backwoods, half-horse, half-alligator, a little touched with the snapping turtle; can wade the Mississippi, leap the Ohio, ride upon a streak of lightning, and slip without a scratch down a honey locust [tree]

I can walk like an ox, run like a fox, swim like an eel,

Sunday, 20 December 2009

La Jalousie

theory of surface

shooting script

INT. ENGINE ROOM                                       1

    Empty, cavernous.

    INT. ENGINE CUBICLE                                    2

    Circular, jammed with instruments.

    All of them idle.

    Console chairs for two.


    INT. OILY CORRIDOR - "C" LEVEL                         2-A

    Long, dark.


    Turbos throbbing.

    No other movement.

    INT. CORRIDOR - "A" LEVEL                              2-B

    Long, empty.

    INT. INFIRMARY - "A" LEVEL                             2-C

    Distressed ivory walls.

    All instrumentation at rest.

    INT. CORRIDOR TO BRIDGE - "A" LEVEL                    3

    Black, empty.

    INT. BRIDGE                                            4


    Two space helmets resting on chairs.

    Electrical hum.

    Lights on the helmets begin to signal one another.

    Moments of silence.

    A yellow light goes on.

    Data mind bank in b.g.

    Electronic hum.

    A green light goes on in front of one helmet.

    Electronic pulsing sounds.

    A red light goes on in front of other helmet.

    An electronic conversation ensues.

    Reaches a crescendo. 

    Then silence.

    The lights go off, save the yellow.


    INT. CORRIDOR TO HYPERSLEEP VAULT:                     4-A

    Lights come on.

Friday, 18 December 2009

'Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?'

'He thought about his need for a real animal; within him an actual hatred once more manifested itself toward his electric sheep, which he had to tend, had to care about, as if it lived. The tyranny of an object, he thought. It doesnt know I exist. Like the androids, it had no ability to appreciate the existence of another. He had never thought of this before, the similarity between an electric animal and an android. The electric animal, he pondered, could be considered a sub-form of the other, a kind of vastly inferior robot. Or, conversely, the android could be regarded as a highly developed evolved version of the ersatz animal. Both viewpoints repelled him.' (Dick, 1968: 36-7)

instruments of 'interpassivity' - Zizek- 'Is It Possible to Traverse the Fantasy in Cyberspace?'

coelacanth skin

its tissues exude oils even when dead

Tuesday, 15 December 2009

Second Walk

At about six in the evening I was on the hill leading down from Menilmontant, almost opposite the Jolly Gardener, when some people walking in front of me suddenly stepped aside and I saw a Great Dane rushing at full tilt towards me, followed by a carraige. It saw me too late to be able to check its speed or change its course. I judged that my only hope of avoiding being knocked down was to leap into the air at precisely the right moment to allow the dog to pass underneath me. This lightning plan of action, which I had no time either to examine or to put into practice, was my last thought before I went down. I felt neither the impact of my fall, nor indeed anything else until I eventually came to.

It was nearly night when I regained consciousness. I was in the arms of two or three young men who told me what had happened. The Great Dane, unable to check its onrush, had run straight into my legs and its combined mass and speed had caused me to fall forward on my face. My upper jaw, bearing the full weight of my body, had struck against the extremely bumpy cobblestones, and my fall had been all the more violent because I was on a downhill slope, so that my head finished up lower than my feet. The carriage to which the dog belonged was directly behind it and would have run right over me had not the coachman instantly reined up his horses. So much I learned from those who had picked me up and were still holding me when I came t0. But what I felt at that moment was too remarkable to be passed over in silence.

Night was coming on. I saw the sky, some stars, and a few leaves. This first sensation was a moment of delight. I was conscious of nothing else. In this instant I was being born again, and it seemed as if all I perceived was filled with my frail existence. Entirely taken up by the present, I could remember nothing; I had no distinct notion of myself as a person, nor had I the least idea of what had just happened to me. I did not know who I was, nor where I was; I felt neither pain, fear, nor anxiety. I watched my blood flowing as I might have watched a stream, without even thinking that the blood had anything to do with me. I felt throughout my whole being such a wonderful calm, that whenever I recall this feeling I can find nothing to compare with it in all the pleasures that stir our lives.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Reveries of the Solitary Walker

fir cone

Friday, 11 December 2009


no 濃 (dense) and tan 淡 (dilute)

picture theory

2.13 To the objects correspond in the picture the elements of the picture.

2.131 The elements of the picture stand, in the picture, for the objects.

2.14 The picture consists in the fact that its elements are combined with one another in a definite way.

2.141 The picture is a fact.


2.16 In order to be a picture a fact must have something in common with what it pictures.

2.17 What the picture must have in common with reality in order to be able to represent it after its manner--rightly or wrongly--is its form of representation.

3.1431 The essential nature of the propositional sign becomes very clear when we imagine it made up of spatial objects (such as tables, chairs, books) instead of written signs.

The mutual spatial position of these things then expresses the sense of the proposition.

Thursday, 3 December 2009

In Every Dream Home a Heartache

In Every Dream Home a Heartache


this is not a love song
just a timeline rope dance
hi-pass low cut
dark matter yellow matter anti-matter
open plan chemistry
tryptamine tail fins
perspexed geometries and architectural overwear
cartooned in the suburbs of comedy


"... I blew up your body, but you blew my mind."

(in memoriam)

You are invited to In Every Dream Home A Heartache, an environment by Gordon Dawson.
This is the seventh intervention by an individual artist at HOVEL

Weekends 12th,13th,19th, 20th, December,1-6pm
Weekdays appointment only.
7th - 20th December, 1-6pm.

Private View 13th of December, 4-8pm.

Viewing by appointment:
0207 703 6337 or hoveltenant@googlemail.com

37 Evelina Mansions New Church Road
Camberwell, Se5 7JW