The state of problematized being is erupting. Behind the scenes, I have been creating a document that essentially outlines the new practice-based research initiative I'm developing at the University of Colorado. In so doing, I have come up with an alpha-version of what amounts to an "objective of the study" as well as a "conceptual framework" that will hopefully lead to a more focused research agenda to be pursued within the context of the new "digital art curriculum" I am developing here (but where is here?).
The idea has been there for a little over a year, the language waiting to perform its function. Only now, having changed scenery (St. Kilda versus the foothills of Colorado's eastern slope), has it actually materialized. This is the beautiful thing about evolving a digital culture out of lived reality (mutating codework). You program yourself to write yourself into being, to engage in an ongoing ungoing networked social experience with the Other that borders on becoming. The Other role-plays their codework too, forgetting about acting and just living, and in so doing, becomes a better acting partner. When it all feels right and you find yourself operating in a globally distributed, nomadic narrative space where virtual subjectivities port their artificially constructed intelligence through the network, what you get is an entirely new sense of language as polyvocal remix spurred on by the Apparatus and its coded trend toward mediamatic interactivity.
In my mind's eye (the Apparatus on auto-focus), I see myself using language to corrupt the meaning of images. These images are essentially being captured by my body as if it were a recording device always already encoding the data so that I can manipulate it all in an on-the-fly narrative remix of what it feels like to be me, a living creature, a living ecriture, "in whose sight we see the world anew" (to quote Wallace Stevens).
To carry the metaphor further, part of my project is to invent my vocation - to turn the the net artist into what Stevens called a "necessary angel," one whose digital poetics reinvents what it means to capture consciousness in a place that is always still in-formation.
Location, location, location -- or so goes the mantra of all real estate agents wherever they may be hovering (waiting for the kill). It's the same with net art as nomadic narrative or Life Style Practice. Nomadic narrative is also about location, location, location - or lack thereof - or even lost states of being on the edge of becoming borderless and optimumly free. It's the place I find myself when I am "writing cyberspace."
I am here, creating, writing, living, evolving. Surfing, sampling and manipulating the open source code that writes me into this place I can never truly get a foothold in yet still feel at home in, as if writing language or writing cybesrpace is how I embody the network, that non-place that is SO not-me. Here, there and everywhere.
I could be anywhere.
And yet I am here, in computer-mediated cyberspace, burning through the sands of time.
It's sort of like when you fly from America to Australia and lose an entire day - somewhere - somehow - it just doesn't exist - and yet it does - and so I want to know where it is - WHAT it is - and how that relates to my thinking about cyberspace - about "writing cyberspace" the way I might think about "writing language" or "writing as digital arts practice." Perhaps I am just writing these thoughts in a random order on a random day to give the appearance of an argument, a story, a diary of my life as it unfolds in linear Australian time. These entries and the headings they are always entitled to give birth to, are both a kind of hyperlinernotes to a visibly corrupt blog that behaves as if it were about "me". But it's no longer about "me" - as if it ever could be. No, it's about The Network - the "not-me".
Note to self: deconstruct the blog.
A blog should not be defined. Defining a blog would be like defining what a novel is or what a film is or what an experimental art installation is.
Or: it can be any or all of those things but probably should not be any or all of them.
It is not a web site per se, it is not even writing if you prefer to see it that way, but writing seems well-suited to the Idea of Blog, as does code. Blog is more a kind of progressive codework (as lived reality) than manifested outcome.
It's driven by the logic of links, always dramatically expressed in a default color that usually suggests a feeling of being blue - yet it also suggests other states of emotion such as being active, dynamic, visited, anchored, floating.
Blogs could be pseudo-autobiographical works-in-progress, where the artist who creates one surfs the electrosphere for useful data, samples it, manipulates it, and then exhibits it in an online environment that makes it feel like something more than just a diary website.
This will probably have to be done in the translinguistic act of writing itself. The writing I speak of is more than just a diary entry with links to things found on the net and is more than just text. It is designwriting, video ecriture, mixillogical sound art, a color field of graphic disturbance.
For example, the novels of Henry Miller could be considered bloggish, but then again so would the so-called "diaries" of Anais Nin, not because they are diaries per se, but because they subvert the diary form into what reads like an associative, pseudo-autobiographical novel. It's her socio-linguistic poetics coupled with an energetic linking process that makes it feel so bloggered. Her enigmatic jazz momentum totally eroticized by a very stylized use of language as aphrodiasical elixir. This, I believe, is the key to blogging less it become nothing but narcissistic foreplay, and mediocre narcissistic foreplay at that.
Of course, if Nin were alive today, she would probably not be so bloggered by it all. As always, she would be looking for the rhetorically-charged juice machine that proactively creates language in rhythm, and any Apparatus would do. Same with Miller and many others of their ilk.
But don't tell that to net artists for whom the aestheticization of the network is part of a formalist dream to turn software into pretty pictures that capture your fancy and who knows what can happen once your fancy has been captured - will it ever be released?
True blog, then, is not blog as we know it, but as we un-know it. It incites creation - more invention - so that you yourself have to get down and dirty into the developmental process activating the network with your own mixillogical discourse. This is blog as inventive remix machine placing value on what it sees, what it links to, how it appropriates the Other and strips it of its isolation.
Barthes' "Camera Lucida" or "Pleasure of the Text" are blogs all the way as is Andy Warhol's "A". Cocteau once said that "writing is a sickness" and Bataille said that "I write not to be mad." One could apply this to blogging too. In fact, this is the beauty of the blog, if there is one: it blogs bloggers on, that is, it keeps them generating new material, researching the collective unconscious of the Web for possible destination points to link to so that the pseudo-autobiographical work-in-progress may have some value-added meaning/connectivity.
This value-added meaning/connectivity, when experienced in real-time telepresence, takes on the condition of the material world it is unquestionably a part of. Whoever said cyberspace is immaterial has never seriously read a book in their entire lives.
Of course, this "ceaseless generation" of new material that we might call the avant-pop condition of D-I-Y web production, is a kind of proactively engaged and engaging therapeutic process that one continues as a way to further investigate this Cocteau-ian "sickness," and can lead to all kinds of outcomes whether that be a scholarly book, a novel, a hypertext, a CD-ROM, a feature-length DVD with surround sound, an mp3 concept album, a Flash narrative, a multi-user network performance, or even a deconstructed blog-like writing space that ocassionally morphs into a "cite-specific work of environmental art" (where the cites are designated as links and the environment is manifested as a P2P network of associational thinkers - an artficial intelligentsia).
One thing we can say about the blog is that they circulate consciousness in a potentially value-added network of social fulfillment and that, in very crude terms, they proactively link some of the data associated with that circulating consciousness to specific "sites" of writing (editor's note: notice how the author does not use the term "scenes of writing") -- but they are certainly not site-specific since they are part of a network greater than themselves (Chora X - like Mac OS X - but more immersive?) and this network is not a specific thing-in-itself but is rather more thingless-in-itself.
This doesn't mean it's immaterial.
That's Jean-Luc Godard, from his book Godard on Godard. In the same interview,
What does he mean by quantitative? That cinema carries more weight as a medium transmitting narrative ideology? That moving images have more heft? They sure do when it comes to memory hogging and net distribution.
But then again there is a kind of beauty to Quicktime as a potentially interactive desktop cinema format that also assists us as artist-researchers investigating this process of "writing cyberspace." It's viewable, it's listenable, it's scalable (to a point), but it's awfully grungy. And grunge is good, especially if you're the Kurt Cobain of web cinema, but if you have other aspirations, like role-playing some mutant form of new media director who considers herself the Walter Benjamin of streaming cinescripture transponding a fully-immersive, hypertextual consciousness in a networked environment, then don't hold your breath (or: be like Jean Seberg in "Breathless" and put on your best [inter]face).
As Darren Tofts so eloquently puts it in his book
The true language of new media, of writing code into interactive states of being that allow us, cyborgs all, to behave in a society of networked consciousness, has been with us for quite awhile. This ongoing ungoing <conceptual space> we all play a role in developing is a kind of Living Theater of the Mind where writing, the code of becoming-cyborg, is im/embedded in our nomadic Life Style Practice. The <techno-human interface> that arrives with the advent of writing is indicative of the moment we become post-human, cognate matter oozing with the demon leakage we have come to know as the spiritual unconscious.
The advent of cybernetics as a science as well as further development of the personal computer and Internet as nomadically-charged appliances originally formulated in the thinking of Vannevar Bush, helps us proactivate the logic of invention in computer-mediated environments, takes writing to the next level of <apparatus consciousness> so that we may now begin to "write cyberspace" yet again. At first a recordable memory device but soon thereafter an inventive remix machine that reconfigures <mental space>, writing is the ultimate research instrument, both a research tool and reservois of data ready for surf-sample-manipulate action. It is techne (<art+technology>), to its core.
This is another way of saying that the machine aesthetic begins with writing. The body, all bones, muscle, tissue and, eventually, utterance, seeks to record memory and in so doing finds writing. As soon as it finds writing it becomes a kind of meta-body, or a <body> that is scripted with <meta-tags> in search of more <source material> that will lead to a wider <consciousness> posing as <intelligence> or <mental space>.
This <intelligence> is where the artificiality of life as kind of stylistic practice becomes primal. What I have come to call Life Style Practice is, in fact, a nomadic narrative that reinvents what it means to be human in post-cybernetic environment. It's <post> because the cyberneticism is already embedded in the <mental space> - the <apparatus> that captures consciousness for us and that we continuously encode with <meta-tags> of meaning. Talmudic in nature, nomadic narrative as Life Style Practice is written into being using whatever technologies happen to be around at the time. Stone, parchment, palipmsest, paint, film, computer code, or even <digital thoughtography>, enable us to perform our abstract expressionism as if it were the jazz of "being becoming something else" splattered over the canvas-cum-interface our lives operate in.