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Muriel Cooper in conversation with unidentified males at MIT, 1970s
www.arthurrossarchitecturegallery.org
Zach showed me this great face-tracking animation today & I love it! Kind of a real-life cartoon...
.txt conversations
One of our first assignments for Allison’s Generative Text was to use some basic command-line tools to generate a poem. I had this idea that I would do something politically motivated, parsing Alexis de Tocqueville’s Democracy in America. A little fiddling around in the terminal landed me on this magic recipe:
cat < src/corpus.txt | grep -e $SEARCH | cut -d ’ ’ -f 2-5 | tr A-Z a-z | tr -d “’,._”“
What it does is scans a text file for every line that contains a given search term and only takes the 2nd-5th words, lowercasing all the letters and removing much of the punctuation. One of my first searches was for democracy, which yielded:
lift you into aristocracy i think that it so irresistible a reaction i see no symptom rather strengthen our democracy out which leads to naturally not partial to his asiatic democracy but universal suffrage i detest
Intersting! Or so I thought. Even more interesting was when I realized I had downloaded the wrong text from Project Gutenberg, and I was actually parsing through a set of letters between de Tocqueville and Nassau William Senior. Oops! And yet, when I actually downloaded Democracy in America, I found that the generated poems were much less ... poetic.
After spending some time ruffling through the Tocqueville/Nassau letters I found it fun to play psychotherapist and see what came up for queries like “mother” or “ego.” I collected the results and combined them into a little zine, which you can view on screen or print out and fold from an 8.5″ x 11″ piece of paper.
(Each zine also unfolds to a poster on the back, this one includes the first line from every poem contained within it)
Even as we moved on to more advanced things in Allison’s class I found myself enjoying the simplicity of this one and kept going. I’ve nearly finished an issue with letters from John Keats and am now working on some letters from Mary Wollstonecraft (author of A Vindication of the Rights of Women and mother of Frankenstein author Mary Shelley). Here’s one of hers that I found searching for father:
a numerous family; but had run away to father and mother if disappear go up the father of the present orders not to go on a shaggy horse a fathers care or as fathers brothers or between the reign of charities of citizen husband
If you’re interested, you can find the source for this project on GitHub. Pull requests welcome! :)
How do you build a metaphysical machine? (Part 1)
This was one of the questions I asked at the beginning of SFPC, something I’ve been thinking about for a while now. Vespers is a project that attempts to get at that question, and I like where it’s going so far. Video of a prototype from last week at the bottom!
Playing around with frame averaging/displacement using shaders in openFrameworks
Source: archive.org/details/drugs_are_like_that
(h/t to Jon Wohl for the suggestion!)
This story was written for Taeyoon Choi’s Concept and Theory Studio class at the School for Poetic Computation. The assi…
Taeyoon had asked us to write a short sci-fi story 40 years in the future for his Concepts and Theory Studio. I struggled with the idea of presenting myself & my work in the future, but just decided to run with the story and see what happened.
I like where it ended up, but if I were to go any further with it I’d probably just let it be a story of its own and remove myself from it.
“Firefly” prototype
The first assignment for Caitlin Morris’s physical computing class was to “use at least one input and one output to create a creature with a distinct personality.” My idea was to create helpful creature that would respond to posture — a firefly (LED) that gets brighter when your shoulders are slumping, and starts to pulse when your posture really gets bad.
Caitlin pointed me toward some helpful resources related to conductive fabric, and specifically ones that change resistance when stretched. As it turns out the fabric worked quite well and I was able put together a prototype without too much trouble. Here’s a quick video Chris took of me demonstrating the prototype (you can see the LED lighting up on the breadboard in front of me):
Next steps are to miniaturize the prototype with the Trinket or something similar, and then do some sewing!
Below the surface of the machine, the program moves. Without effort, it expands and contracts. In great harmony, electrons scatter and regroup. The forms on the monitor are but ripples on the water. The essence stays invisibly below.
Master Yuan-Ma, The Book of Programming // from Eloquent JavaScript for Radical Comp Sci class (via bdm-at-sfpc)
Something in the world forces us to think. This something is an object not of recognition but of a fundamental encounter. What is encountered may be Socrates, a temple or a demon. It may be grasped in a range of affective tones: wonder, love, hatred, suffering. In whichever tone, its primary characteristic is that it can only be sensed.
Zabet Patterson, “From the Gun Controller to the Mandala — The Cybernetic Cinema of John & James Whitney”
Philosophy,” we read on the first page of the first lecture he gave during Lent term 1930, “is the attempt to be rid of a particular kind of puzzlement. The ‘philosophic’ puzzlement is one of intellect and not of instinct. Philosophic puzzles are irrelevant to our every-day life. They are puzzles of language. Instinctively we use language rightly; but to the intellect this use is a puzzle
Marjorie Perloff, Wittgenstein's Ladder: Poetic Language and the Strangeness of the Ordinary
In Beethoven the silences are no less important than the notes; in Modernist poetry the juxtapositions say as much as do the lines themselves.
Charles O Hartman, Virtual muse : experiments in computer poetry
There is a general rule for comedy and art: always punch up, never punch down.
Leonard Richardson, “Bots Should Punch Up”. Allison shared this reading with us early on in class, and it was an good reminder of how we might think more ethically about computer-generated work. This Friday there will be another “Bot Summit” at SFPC, hoping I can make it!
Level 2, improved animation sequence
Source code here
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Vertical Roll
On entering the Whitney’s “America is Hard to See,” your eye is continuously caught by touchtones from the visible art spectrum of the past 100 years. But out of this feast my attention was grabbed not by an image, but a sound. A loud, percussive clanging, coming from a screen continually moving in tune to the sound with the vertical roll of a mis-calibrated analog tv —Joan Jonas’ 1972 video Vertical Roll.
In his late-career essay “Postscript on the Societies of Control”, Gilles Deleuze attempts to draw a line between the old and new bogeymen of western society — from Foucault’s “disciplinary societies” to his own “societies of control.” The essay leaves us not with a solution but with an unasked question: “[t]here is no need to fear or hope, but only to look for new weapons.” What weapons? Direct democracy? Molotov cocktails? Dirty words? He doesn’t specify, but his question has been on the tongue of much of the contemporary art that followed him.
At the beginning of Vertical Roll we see Jonas’ face looking sideways onto the camera, interrupted by the vertical movement if a miscalibrated analog tv, seemingly clanging on the screen with a metal spoon. The sound continues, but from there it cuts to various shots of Jonas in costume, reclining nude, her feet dancing and jumping, and finally a long shot of her torso rotating for the camera. After this, we see Jonas’ face enter the frame once more — but this time in front the vertical roll — tracing her gaze straight to the viewer.
Vertical Roll manages to be hypnotically musical in it rhythm and repetition, while maintaining a narrative structure that moves the viewer along a trajectory. Jonas forces us to become aware of video as material by exploiting its idiosyncrasies (vertical calibration), while also creating an illusion of “breaking out” of the medium in her final gesture. While it seems carefully choreographed, the style of the video also maintains a sense of improvisation and intimacy. We can see her embodying her own gendered media representation behind the horizontal bars of the video signal. She begins and ends with a clear gesture of transgression; not only breaking the “fourth wall” but banging on it with a spoon.
Reading “Societies of Control” today involves a bit of time-shifting — while television was the mass media at the time it was written, the text also reads as a premonition of our current time; a mass-media that is networked, digital, and (to borrow Deleuze’s term) dividualized. Rather than moving through the institutions of discipline, we bring control with us to the office, to the home, and anywhere we carry our smartphones.
Jonas’ work simultaneously appropriates and subverts the mass media of her time, and perhaps can give us some clues as to how we may disrupt our own. And sadly many of the issues she addresses are still present today, unresolved. While it may not quite be a “new weapon”, Vertical Roll still comes fully loaded.
I want a poem real as an allusion. The way people bundle up on a chill day. The heat from the coffee enough to steam the kitchen windows. The decorator mugs feeling heavy. Butter melting into the toast. I want a poem real as an illusion. A row of small clay pots on a fence, awaiting plants. A colony of small bugs dances like motes in the sun. In the paper, description curdles and flattens. Patterns of static construct a radio, sending 'please remit' toll-free into the skull, a swollen tomato...
Ron Silliman, “From Lit X” (The Line in Postmodern Poetry)
This may sound paradoxical, but the machine, which is thought to be cold and inhuman, can help to realize what is most subjective, unattainable, and profound in a human being.
Vera Molnar, “Toward Aesthetic Guidelines for Paintings with the Aid of a Computer”