Expired Raspberry Jam
Is it Necessary to Say Something? no.76 - Monday, 11 November, 2002
collage poem
An acquaintance recently stated that
"classic information theory just doesn't cut it anymore"
like paranormal psychology or something
That just won't cut it, pal.
aggressively simple in its form,
very similar in style to early American Minimalism
it has those moments of total beauty
to take your breath away.
[like a] PERIOD!
I can think of no other explanation for these disturbing questions
[it is] a really edgy [way to look at things]
Are your thoughts and beliefs keeping you a prisoner in your own mind?
Can you escape?
[Are you] held prisoner by you own thoughts?
such fears may be justified.
Written words won't disappear
These are words that will always remain true:
everything has its coming forth and passing away.
The universe is - in fact - in a state of collapse
We are so accustomed to the pressure
[everything] seems to be continually ending.
‘How can I avoid these pops and clicks?’
You might ask.
[It] is the sound of digital dreams
Whether you think you can or you think you can't, you're right.
obviously, nobody really knows what's going on,
Yet when it comes to exposing a clever fraud, the devil is in the details.
An important observation regarding the relative seriousness of the issue
before us;
In paradox some truth exists.
who would want to give up such a promising idea, such a relieving belief?
You can go search for it.
it includes so many artists that you've never heard about!
I was nicely bewildered.
Something about collecting and categorizing
that gives a feeling of order and security on one hand,
but seems sick and demented on the other.
so pop in and I'll show you all the delights
And maybe steal enough milk from my flatmates for a cup of tea for you...
Actually I must tell a story - all too true - along this line.
More like an anti-philosophy construction kit
Its ok having all these specialist people running around doing stuff
there is this idea of a perfect art piece.
There is no language of the world of timbre and spatiality
sadly, textures dissolve in the mind
so now I remain longing
so what is left?
not trying to sound like an idiot,
but i have no idea where we are then.
A long time ago in a Mexican cafeteria full of quadra-paks of milk
and exquisite packets of expired raspberry jam.
Funny thing, I'd love to give a home to all this "old junk"
I am mostly clueless what it is that it is doing
From our human viewpoint
Participate today, if the mood strikes, but PLEASE reply directly
sorry for the length and pointlessness of this
in it's unnecessaryness, this truly is going to be a monumental moment.
while taking on the saturated gesture of a creator.
collage poem no. 76 ‘Expired Raspberry Jam’ from book #2: Is it Necessary to Say Something?
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