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"What he wants is to touch the other as what he cannot control and to make this inability to control that other a proof of the other’s existence and presence to him, so that though he is sometimes afraid his use of audio may work merely to numb the viewer, he hopes that it will instead make the viewer rebel, make him fight back; he crowds his audience, as if to force it out of its silence, force it to ratify his speech. The experience of coming upon Acconci unexpectedly--at the bottom of the stairs in Claim, for example--can be strongly, if momentarily, disquieting in just this way. The viewer cannot but feel himself caught up in a complex game of person-and-surrogate person where the final ontological burden lies on his shoulders. The logic deployed here is one that, in effect, always counts down from the other toward the self: the other’s presence to me proves my presence; the reaction of the other limits and so displays my action; what I cannot control shows what I can control, that I do control"
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