'Transductions is a blog collective dedicated to rethinking the obscure, the obvious, the open and the obscene. It aims to offer an environment designed for the unapologetic propagation, interrogation and (de-)creation of arts, and socioaesthetic forms and themes, of all kinds. It seeks to blend theory with praxis in an effort to drift orientations and orient drifts. As its title signals, it is driven by the many-headed notion of transduction, especially as a model applied to breaking through the aporias and deadlocks of our current artistic, philosophical, political and cultural critical moment. In this key sense, the fundamental desire of Transductions is to combine excess with intervention in the push for new significance, now.' -- D.R.
Editor
David Rylance
Administrator
Nicholas Cook
Contributors
Jared Baxter
Kristina Born
Kai van Eikels
Roxane Gay
Chris Goode
Tom Kendall
Thomas Moore
Alec Niedenthal
Alyssa Nolan
Kier Cooke Sandvik
Aspen Michael Taylor
Lindsay Tuggle
Antonio Urdiales
JW Veldhoen
Marcus Whale
Bett Williams
Wolf
Selected entries: January 30 - February 12, 2010
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the links
February 12th, 2010 by David Rylance
The image above is a representation of the core of the blogosphere taken from the slightly OCD, slightly bobble-headed but nonetheless ever-intriguing media visualization site: Data Mining. So if you ever wanted to know what mess it is that you’re navigating when you search the net, apparently there you go. If you look closely enough, I believe you can see us, just barely, on the bottom lower left of the maw.
Unmöglich
February 12th, 2010 by Jw Veldhoen
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Field notes for a post that is mostly erased now because the hole where the centre of the argument should be, mapped by these here wholly inadequate notes, ate the whole thing messily from the ‘inside out’ until it got everywhere but still wasn’t nothin.
February 10th, 2010 by Thomas Kendall
The field of writing, or more succinctly the field that writing generates, is timeless.
I’m not talking about content in any way.
Writing is, I think, the art form least connected to its physical counterpart.
Writing isn’t contained by the book, billboard or the computer in/on which it appears. Unlike language that has a physiological root, writing is abstract. The abstract of an evolutionary movement that allows language.
Am I betraying myself here? I feel that I’m either making some serious categorical errors regarding speech and writing or else some other awful generalisation. Either refine this point or excise it.
Reach for the Stars: Notes on D.A. Powell and David Trinidad’s By Myself: An Autobiography
February 10th, 2010 by David Rylance
“Every becoming is a block of coexistence.”
– Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus, 292
“Homosexuals have time for everybody.”
– Quentin Crisp, The Naked Civil Servant, cited in Powell and Trinidad, page 10, line 94
A small but striking bouquet of words can be found around the internet describing the recent poetic collaboration between D.A. Powell and David Trinidad: a bricolage, a fantasy autobiography, a sort of Everybody’s self-confession, a found poem ghost-written by a plethora of the never-to-be-named and narrated by a singular, plural, famously anonymous self. Strategically assembled out of 300 lines sourced from the ‘tell-all’ memoirs of celebrities, artists, bigwigs, brass, presidents, personalities and even a nineteenth century gun-for-hire, By Myself sets out the first person tale of a star who rises to fame through an array of eras, classes, genders, races, regions, sexualities and styles. This narrator – unnamed and yet eponymous – loves, loses, inhales the highs of stardom, suffers its contradictions, succumbs to the agonies of addiction and finally arrives at a place where he-she finds enough balance, introspection and wisdom to be able to sit down and relate the inspiring tale. It’s a moving, stirring story of heartstrings and how they are pulled.
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the sunn o))) revolves around the earth
February 9th, 2010 by Kier Cooke Sandvik
A few weeks ago i saw Sunn O))) play at a venue called Betong (concrete) in Oslo, Godflesh opened for them. here’s my “report”.
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Texts of the Week
February 8th, 2010 by Nicholas Cook
Week of Feb 1 – 7th
E: It’s wrong to break into the psych ward and fuck mental patients.
E: In my fantasies you have a fox tail.
N: Pervert.
N: David Artichokeletcha looks like a space bug from Men in Black. You are much cuter than that.
M: Haha! Lol! Aww ur so sweet. I love that you used artichoke in his name!
N: Like I know how to spell space-alien family names!
M: Haha! …marry me?
Is there something I should know?
February 7th, 2010 by Chris Goode
I have a missing friend
It’s like the woods
You left me boundaries of pain
We learn in the retreating
I will forget the light
I could not find a privacy
Somehow, it will be even
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our place, 1.
February 4th, 2010 by Wolf
EXIBIT A
The Sun is halfway through its life-cycle now, and will die in about 5 billion years.
But by then it’s likely the solar system will have been dismantled anyway, since in about 3 billion years our galaxy, the Milky Way, will collide with Andromeda.
Of course by then there won’t be any “us, earthlings” to feel sorry for. We’ve only been there for a few million years and are unlikely to be there for much longer. We can hazard guesses as to whether we’re going through our species’ mid-life crisis or going out in a supernova bang, the truth is, no one knows.
All the better since if we DID know, there’d be nothing we could do with that knowledge.
What we do know, however, but seem to forget 27/7, is that we are nothing.
Just a pale blue dot
There. Squint. Halfway up the last beam on the right. Check us out.
And that’s only from 6 million kilometers, a distance short enough for our best friend and best ally in the War Against Futility, Ladies and Gentlemen, the one and only, VOYAGER 1, a man-man “object”, to reach travel and follow his pal Carl Sagan’s instructions, that is, “turn round Voy, and see if you can catch a photo of us. Can you see me? i’m waving my arms.. here.. no? “.
February 14, 1990. Became known as the Pale Blue Dot photograph. Takes Valentine’s Day to a whole new level, does it not? We’ll be celebrating this photograph’s twentieth anniversary in a few days. Remember that as you smooch under the stars.
Carl then went and wrote his book of the same name, and tried to sober us all up, which is every good astronomer’s job.
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February 4th, 2010 by Antonio
EVERYBODY WANTS 2 B HOLLYWOOD
on your instinct
i don’t need you hurting
i need to get you out of your cave, if you call out tonight
i want to let you out of your cage
and set you free
like a condo
yawn yawn
creaking
tearing
imagination
magazine
analyzing my look
my body
maybe one day
on a planet
hollowed
underground
famous
THIS IS SO MUCH, SO VERY MUCH
sex films
bastet
heaven
cat heaven
lean into overkill
suck on a bump
strangely there
appearing disappearing
never ever
NOT EVEN A FRENEMY
my third ricki lake appearance
I HEART CHYLDRENNE’e EVEN SPIDER CHYLDRENNE’e
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cybrot
February 4th, 2010 by David Rylance
I came across this at Larval Subjects, the blog of US philosopher, Paul Levi Bryant:
As a great article at The New Scientist explains, “This is no ordinary robot control system – a plain old microchip connected to a circuit board. Instead, the controller nestles inside a small pot containing a pink broth of nutrients and antibiotics. Inside that pot, some 300,000 rat neurons have made – and continue to make – connections with each other. As they do so, the disembodied neurons are communicating, sending electrical signals to one another just as they do in a living creature. We know this because the network of neurons is connected at the base of the pot to 80 electrodes, and the voltages sparked by the neurons are displayed on a computer screen.”
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I watched this last night. Blew me away.
February 3rd, 2010 by Thomas Kendall
Harun Faroki: Inextinguishable Fire: Full Video
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Teenage Babylon: dir. Graeme Wood (1989)
February 2nd, 2010 by David Rylance
“The sixties, of course, was the worst time in the world to try and bring up a child. They were exposed to all these crazy things going on.”
– Nancy Reagan
A haunting triptych of teenage love gone wrong, Teenage Babylon recreates three teenage suicides, apprehended through 1960s black-and-white police file footage.
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February 2nd, 2010 by Antonio
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Strategies of transcendence in modern literature (thoughts about J.G Ballard’s Crash) no.1
February 1st, 2010 by Thomas Kendall
Crash’s dissection of ideology is concentrated within the particular and subtle distinction it employs between the notions of rehearsal and stylization. If many of the litany of repetitions that compose the text appear interchangeable, an obssessional multiplication of the texts own constructed signs serving its own thematic purpose, the fractious and unstable relationship between these two concepts provides an illuminating insight into the text’s strategies. Crash is essentially a text of exposure and in exposure there is always something left empty, something torn away or removed as if realisation was paradoxically a destructive force. The body as represented in Crash is the site not so much of meaning but of abstraction, everywhere it seeks its equivalence while simultaneously disowning itself.
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Texts of the Week
February 1st, 2010 by Nicholas Cook
Week of Jan 25 – 31st.
N: Remember that annoying kid on the train talking about acting? I think I just saw him in an olive garden commercial.
S: It’s all about that Shakespeare, man.
N: Hah. I think that black dude is in some shakespeare thing directed by David Mamet. Pretty sure I saw him on a poster on the train.
S: Btw just watched Saw 2, 3, & 4. why didn’t you tell me those series was so awesome?
N: I was too busy watching Jizz Attack 14.
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Inner Life
January 31st, 2010 by David Rylance
“The next day I lunched in a carrel. I read how Caligula annexed parts of Rome for his palace. City blocks became hallways, tenements became suites. In one suite he opened a brothel. Men could go and sleep with the boys and married women who worked there.” — Derek McCormack, Dark Rides, 1996.
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1. Joseph Cornell: Setting for a Fairy Tale (1942)
2. Stalin in his Kremlin office: propaganda poster
3. Standard Internet Image of a Black Hole
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