> Dear mr. clauss, I enjoyed very much your work, One Day On the Air, I don't speak or understand much french so much of the content flew over me, however, the textures of the sounds, the operatic backgrounds, the symphony of voices, the dimensional graphics, and the general whimsicality ...
Well, I must say that Kandinskij definitely has a serious agenda, whether he's a jerk dildoface or not. I mean, I don't think he's just doing it for attention, to be weird, you know.
But if you haven't been on the lists very long you wouldn't know that.
the question is why people writing on the Rhizome list continue to function in this way. Are the new mediums supposed to be different or not? Is this list really that different from the phantasmagoria of hollywood and the associated media? Or are the new media just a continuation ...
On Sunday, September 29, 2002 from 1:00pm until 5:00pm LA Freewaves will host 2 more public panel discussions in their ongoing panel series TV or NOT TV: Discussions to Create a Mass Media Outlet for the Arts.
These next 2 panels will take place at the L.A ...
A Virtual Memorial www.a-virtual-memorial.org in collaboration with Violence Online Festival - www.newmediafest.org ************************************ Artists of the week Call for entries ************************************
Ideal preached by the Vedanta I insist on an all-round discipline of witness on that English loss and could confirm his counts of her side rode her brother a splendid blaze of finery falcon on If we proceed thus she ventured ...
So, I'm gone for two days, and all you can do is look up the sysadmin of this machine and other people he hosts.
By the way–all of you 'artists' with lofty goals–about compassion and 'saving' the world–it clearly has limits no? What a displeasure to see you re-act against ...
Jesus just left Chicago and he's bound for New Orleans. Jesus just left Chicago and he's bound for New Orleans. Working from one end to the other and all points in between.
Took a jump through Mississippi, muddy water turned to wine. Took a jump through Mississippi, muddy water turned ...
I see wind because it ruffles the trees. I don't see music. It burns on the door at night while I'm trying to bury myself. Dreaming of the ruins of her life, she climbs hand over heel over blocks and blocks of devastation. The trees here have been wrenched into ...