simon
your biggest quandary is not the space of the exhibition versus the space of=
nonspace-----cut here-----it is the damage done by postwar media theorists=
insisting that information is quick. WRONG!
being informed is a quality, or more coldly put, a function of the=
recipient. we haven't speeded up, so like we can't see each flap made by a=
hummingbird, the rest is of microscopic importance.
electricity is, like light, simply a medium. the limit of a medium is like=
the limit of an imagination.
that is your job as sort of medium for media. you enable the possibility for=
art to happen in this way. what more can you do? why should you defend what=
you are doing?
the problem as i say is the expectation ground into us that THIS IS FAST.=
wrong! Is reading "War and Peace" fast, or "Being and Time". You and I are=
not responsible for the picnoleptic deficiencies embedded into the=
mechanical corpses who choose to zombie into a clean-smelling white cube.=
vive la diff=E9rence! but didn't he also remark:"never apologize, never=
explain."
the point i want to make here is that i am very disappointed in the=
picnolepsy epidemic in the art press at this time. it's very superficial,=
in fact it's less charming than superficiality, when i read for example on=
the spiegel on-line review that i went to Anteba in Uganda. Fuddle duddle,=
i thought Americans were impossible geographers, or is this guy another=
picnoleptic - seeing but not registering, i mean sensing but only getting=
the signal as sensation. he ought to stick to massage wearing sunglasses=
and be himself.
the spiegel rag was also OUTTA SIGHT. the true title should have been On=
Picnolepsy. He spoke to my colleague agent01 and off the bat said he wasnt=
interested, or rather, didnt have the time to talk about content. now=
there's a formalist of the worst degree. i mean can you imagine reviewing=
one of the first series of books to be printed having spent 2 hour on the=
whole shabang! give me a break, these guys are not reading virilio, they'll=
living it.
gotta catch a flight, or take a streetcar, or something to get outta this=
rant.
philip pocock