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the idea sits in a place thought lets go to find skirting around any specific detail until the moment screams NOW then commit but only so much as necessary no more process to a thing which alludes me so around I go
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(current thoughts on a reductionist rational approach to utility) what is my use? can this be defined? if so is this exclusive? if this definition of a person or a thing’s use is not comprehensive then how is this definition useful? any statement of the usefulness of a person or a thing is a selective paraphrasing of an epic written since the very beginning definitions and importance given to the usefulness of a person or a thing illuminate the agenda of the source a tree cleans the air provides shade on a sunny day and shelter from the rain a tree can have a swing attached to a branch for children to play is that all? the uses are endless and listing them meaningless unless useful to categorise reduce define systematise a plumber is useful if the toilet is blocked a person is a plumber this person is never only a plumber plumber is not a definition of a person but merely a minute fragment of the contribution of a person we are not what we do we are not what we contribute we are not how others define us neither is a tree neither is a bee neither is a cat and the list of exceptions is as infinite as the nature of those on the list  lots of useful stuff
This is where the joy lives this uselessness is what I am intrinsically All of it is ridiculous nonsensical I am foolish to imprint meaning essentiality is impossible even if I can perceive all of the infinite dimensions which I am part of I still will be a piece of this all a wondrous junkyard of meaningless potentiality others I respect in this parade somehow my uselessness in no way cancels out this respect nor does it offer a malignant licence to destroy others  A useless machine by Jean Tinguely
a mechanism of balance has a physical attribute akin to kindness the point of equilibrium is shared the heavy makes space for the light the interaction of one material to another can seem unkind is a sustainable system kind? soft and hard become one through their meeting if steel did without brass it would move less smoothly gears mesh kindly gifting movement to each other if gears do not mesh then is this less kind? is kindness able to be a mechanical principle? kindness is a deep acknowledgement through actions of the position and presence of others without self awareness can kindness be? kindness is how this human can engage with and understand the world observed is kindness the action of respect? kindness is a working methodology kindness is an efficiency kindness is an acknowledgement rather than the denial of the perceived actual of a kind sharing my kind the other is as I am of the same kind  Imagine a mechanism held together of its own resting in equilibrium moving with dynamic shifting balance each piece an individual all parts inseparable indistinguishable from the whole here  Precise Imprecise Together How they be The efficient The clumsy Within the same unit Ants are one body A single entity Big as one hundred elephants Each ant follows a separate path All is unpredictable After millennia Less so This massive body Each part moving of its own One will perish Thousands will continue Even flourish Bloom Many of these over rough terrain Crawl Walk Stumble A machine Is the elephant Of ants Each part to another Mesh A bowl of porridge Is the elephant Of ants Each ingredient becomes Breakfast Loose identity Losing self But remaining Salt Oats Plum? A machine A meal Myself An elephant More like porridge than a car Unless crashed into the ocean and rusting into a soup  Screenshot from the film Naked Lunch by William S Burroughs, directed by David Cronenberg  The machine is a text
to feel reading a machine not forcing it is fluid what are objects archeology The text is a machine This domestic tool manufactured on mass touched over and over again in a factory of human hands and bodies then in service who? what? where? now resting here this is time travel reaching with my hands feeling the past here now informing a gift this present Freedom From (figuratively) sitting down From divisive rhetoric From controlling systems From being ruled through division Human We Together Stand* Discuss Govern yourself Mix like muddy water** *Sly & The Family Stone, 1969 **Tao Te Ching, Lao-Tzu, Hackett 1993, Translation Stephen Addiss and Stanley Lombardo   In this poem (early 1950s) Bertolt Brecht expresses that the technical and functional happenings in the transformation of the staging are to be given to the view of the audience, if they lean back on their seats. The choice belongs to the viewer in their dynamic action of viewing. The peace dove by “brother” Pablo Picasso is to be painted onto the curtain (or in the case of the photo below embroidered). This action treats the work of this artist as an open-source visual devise, rather than as the original creation of a genius-art-god. Art here is a collectively shared method, transparent in its performance and shared between people as members of the same uniting family. Togetherness rather than exclusivity.  |
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