dimanche 2 janvier 2011

Interzone report of January 2011

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Soldat Louis: Escale sur la planète



Hi all,
I have not sent (nor written) any report since last summer : I had to concentrate on urgent things and have been missing time. Also I needed a break to take some distance, as I had a feeling of routine since some times. I have been including in the latest reports a lot of info which were not specific to the Zone, and afterwards had the feeling it diluted it. As a result, I want to get back to the original Zone's spirit and concentrate on the job to do there.
So here is this new report, with many good musics integrated, to give us a lot of energy for the year to come.

Though I have kept on posting the info you sent in Interzone news : see the posts of September :

http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html, October : http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html , November : http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html and December : http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html , where you can find a lot of doc on the Beats, beyond Interzone news properly speaking.

Best wishes for 2011:



From Galerie Ecritures: meilleurs voeux 2011:
http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010/12/galerie-ecritures-meilleurs-voeux-2011.html
Jean-Thierry Lazare : Intermède musical pour (bien) finir l'année et commencer la suivante: http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2011/01/intermede-musical-pour-bien-finir.html

I am joining them to wish all the best to Interzone members and a creative year for our projects and personal life.

Usurpations of identity:

In October, I have detected a number of anonymous pirate sites and blogs usurping my identity, reproducing the old sites hosted on geocities, which have disappeared since 2009, and my site on general semantics. The links in the pages are modified and lead to other pirate sites instead of the original pages, and they contain adverts which install trojans on the computers of the visitors. I shall not put the URL here to avoid to highlight them.

So I have been investigating on what is going on here and here is what I have found :

1. Those pirate sites are used by people who steal the contents of sites already existing to earn money with the adverts and copyright, specially on the blog system "over-blog.com", which hosts anonymous blogs with adverts and pays copyrights to their authors.

2. This phenomenon seems bound to the new web generation called web 2.0, which includes new interactive tools. This new technology has led to an internet marketing called marketing 2.0. Some days ago I received the newsletter of "Alternatives Economiques" which contains an interesting article about it : Marketing 2.0 : grande interactivité et petites arnaques by Marc Mousli (Marketing 2.0 : large interactivity and small swindles) about some of the tricks used to twist the rules. Among them the fake comments on blogs, agencies who employ people to spam forums with URL spreading, etc.

3. It comes out that the attacks against my sites specially aim the rubric on non-Aristotelian economy we started in Interzone in 1999 : the original pages on geocities containing the articles have disappeared, but they now are on line, in French and English, in the site of general semantics at http://semantiquegenerale.free.fr/ecorestruct.htm in the rubric "A non-Aristotelian economy" at http://semantiquegenerale.free.fr/econona.htm .

So I inferred from it that this research could be more important than a simple challenge at the scale of Interzone, and that it was worth keeping on racking our brain on it.

Interzone economy:

I called it a "non-Aristotelian economy" because I stated that formal economy rests on Aristotelian basis (see :

http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/une-economie-non-aristotelicienne/) and used general semantics to formulate a new one, : see I New data on money: what are we talking about exactly? http://semantiquegenerale.free.fr/gsmoney.htm and II Application of those data in the context of the Zone http://semantiquegenerale.free.fr/gsmoney2.htm (See the Zone report of January 2000 when those pages were put on line for the first time).

For those who missed the beginning of the story, we tried to see if we could produce our respective arts by ourselves, out of the commercial circuit. And the result was positive (this was at the end of the nineties, the present internet technology did not exist: there was no social network then, no My Space, no CD burner on the computers, etc.) : see the reports of Interzone at

http://sites.google.com/site/aubertisa/ of 1999 and after. Then came the question to sell : we thought about making an official structure (associative / commercial), and after discussing, we concluded that their structure was not similar to the Zone and would lead to complications and problems, so we decided to remain as a society of fact, which did not require any formality. We started to think about making an economy adapted to our spirit, and this led to this research. We tried different formulas, some of which worked, some not. We came to the conclusion that, as a group, money was not involved, because everybody had his own equipment and managed with it. Though I kept on digging the subject and put since have put the result on line. I applied it in 2008 for Interzone Editions http://interzoneeditions.livres.officelive.com/ and on line courses of general semantics http://semantiquegenerale.free.fr/coursenligne.htm, which I could not have put up without this work, and the result is satisfying.
Hence I suggest to keep on with the Zoners involved in it in the past: if you are interested in this research, you can get in touch through the blog below.
"Pour une économie non-aristotélicienne" (For a non-Aristotelian economy)
I have created a blog specially for this rubric at http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/ to gather the existing doc and the doc to come :
New posts :

- 1. Que signifie " non-aristotélicien " ?:
- 3. Application de la démarche des mathématiciens en économie :

Une économie non-aristotélicienne: http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/une-economie-non-aristotelicienne/:

- L’économie de marché, une économie aristotélicienne: http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/une-economie-non-aristotelicienne/

- Déstructuration: Enquêtes sur les mécanismes de l’économie de marché: http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/une-economie-non-aristotelicienne/destructuration/

- Restructuration: Une économie non-aristotélicienne: http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/une-economie-non-aristotelicienne/restructuration/

Music

Paul O'Donovan: The Happylands and elsewhere :

I have put on line 10 songs of his CD at

http://www.myspace.com/interzonecd1 They are not for sale, just for the pleasure of being listened to. http://www.myspace.com/interzonecd1/music/songs/01-paul-o-donovan-see-see-rider-mp3-76596716 http://www.myspace.com/interzoneCD1/music/songs/02-paul-o-donovan-your-rider-s-gonna-miss-me-mp3-76596961 http://www.myspace.com/interzoneCD1/music/songs/03-paul-o-donovan-don-t-think-twice-it-s-all-right-mp3-76597065 http://www.myspace.com/music/interzone-23342127/songs/07-paul-o-donovan-black-muddy-river-mp3-76597283 http://www.myspace.com/music/interzone-23342127/songs/09-paul-o-donovan-evening-star-bewitchment-mp3-76597543 http://www.myspace.com/music/interzone-23342127/songs/10-paul-o-donovan-a-young-girl-mp3-76597626 http://www.myspace.com/music/interzone-23342127/songs/11-paul-o-donovan-my-love-walked-in-through-the-clouds-mp3-76597808 http://www.myspace.com/music/interzone-23342127/songs/12-paul-o-donovan-blues-for-johnny-mp3-76597940 http://www.myspace.com/music/interzone-23342127/songs/13-paul-o-donovan-a-dress-of-laces-mp3-76598076 http://www.myspace.com/music/interzone-23342127/songs/14-paul-o-donovan-the-urge-for-going-mp3-76598322

John Dowie: Dogman:

"My hero Dogman is animated (by Kevin Baldwin) and serenaded (by Neil Innes) at:
http://youtu.be/LeHWiEVQDzU

And that the entire tale, read either by me or by Phill Jupitus, can be downloaded at:

http://www.johndowie.co.uk/

Think what an attractive gift a self-made CD would be for the seven-year-old in your life. And so cheap!

Thinking selflessly of you at this Christmas time

With best wishes" John Dowie


Paul Green: The Poets of Radial City:

Bits and pieces include more audio at Culture Court:

http://www.culturecourt.com/Audio/CCaudio.htm : All Brother Paul mp3 files in the CC Audio Archive "" and at Radio Qbsaul: podcasting audio theatre, poetry, music and sound by Paul A Green and guests : http://web.mac.com/qbsaul1/iWeb/Radio%20QBSaul/Radio%20QBSaul/Radio%20QBSaul.html and short video at http://www.youtube.com/user/QBSaul


Novacriminal live concerts:

Since the latest report, Novacriminal gave concerts at Silverlake Lounge, Los Angeles on Oct. 13th http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010/10/novacriminal-live-at-silverlake-lounge.html and at Max's Steiner in Long Beach Saturday on December 4th http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010/12/novacriminal-live-in-long-beach.html

You can listen to their music in their site on MySpace :

http://www.myspace.com/novacriminalmusic

Vasha Dai - Apie Liuciferi:
"New Lithuanian project from Sala, Zpoan Vtens, Poccolus members. Deep atmospheric music with concept story in it. Sung in their native language tracks vary from mellow, melancholic, minimal to eerie, weird, experimental. The story is about Lucifer-The Bringer of Light. Beautiful pdf booklet contains full texts with summary in English.
To read the files, use winace archiver, download it from here: http://www.winace.com/ .
If you want to hear music before downloading, you can go to:
www.myspace.com/vashadai and listen all the songs there."

This audio is part of the collection: Community Audio - Artist/Composer: Vasha Dai - Creative Commons license: Attribution-Noncommercial 3.0　


John Peter B:

"The new album ORIGAMI now is available. To listen to it and download it (7 titles & a bonus), follow this link

http://www.jamendo.com/fr/album/79135 . It's free.

"Origami, part 3", tribute to Eric Joisel and first video from this album can be viewed on Youtube et Dailymotion. Enjoy" John Peter B. http://www.johnpeterb.com - http://www.jamendo.com/fr/artist/John_Peter_B. - http://www.reverbnation.com/johnpeterb - http://www.facebook.com/pages/John-Peter-B/119026223841

Galleries :

Paul O'Donovan:

"Inherited Memory" : on line in Interzone Galleries at http://sites.google.com/site/interzonegalleries/odonovan62-html


Galerie Ecritures: Guerrero's exhibition:

Several big exhibitions are foreseen in 2011, especially from January to April, the galerie ECRITURES proposes the first GUERRERO's exhibition, with a preview on January 21st. http://www.koifaire.com/auvergne/galerie,ecritures-15609.html


Nicolas Cussac: exhibition at CAPELLETA de CERET:

Nicolas made an exibition in September: http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010/08/nicolas-cussac-exposition-du-1er-au-19.html . You can view his paintings in Interzone Gallery : Nicolas CUSSAC : Peintures 2006-2007 : http://sites.google.com/site/interzonegalleries/cussac1.htm - Cartes postales 2006-2007 http://sites.google.com/site/interzonegalleries/cussac2.htm - Peintures 2008 : http://sites.google.com/site/interzonegalleries/cussac3.htm - Cartes postales 2008: http://sites.google.com/site/interzonegalleries/cussac4.htm


Literature:

Interzone anthology:

I want to send the different tomes of the anthology "The Time of the Naguals" in pdf to Zoners who wrote in them. Only 3 tomes are on line.at http://www.inter-zone.org/thetimeofthenaguals/TNFR.pdf , http://www.inter-zone.org/thetimeofthenaguals/TNAroundB&G.pdf, http://www.inter-zone.org/thetimeofthenaguals/TN2research.pdf

For the others, they are complete, but not illustrated, containing just the texts. I do not know how long it will take to end the presentation and make them ready for publishing, so if you sent me texts for it and want the books as they are at the moment, just let me know and I'll send them to you.


Gadfly on line: King of the Underground The magic world of William Burroughs by Victor Bockris:

http://www.gadflyonline.com/archive/August99/archive-burroughs.html This article is not new (From Gadfly August 1999) but it's a very good one.

Thanks to Victor Bockris for writing it and to Vasha for sending it !


Inédits de Jean Azarel et bien d'autres dans le n°1000 du Tréponème Bleu Pâle:

"The occasion of a little tour in the sixties/seventies in the issue n°1000 of "Tréponème Bleu Pâle", with some unpublished poetic texts by Jean Azarel and many others :

http://leoncobra.canalblog.com/ "Jean

Philip Beitchman: "The Theatre of Naturalism":

"The Theatre of Naturalism" by Philip Beitchman, Peter Lang Publishing, 29 Broadway, 18th floor, NY, NY 10006.

"Anyone interested in modern European naturalism and its legacy will want to read The Theatre of Naturalism. It raises a number of important questions and challenges us to reconsider the contributions of this often undervalued movement."

Daniel Gerould, Lucille Lortel Deistinguished Professor of Theatre and Comparative Literature, Graduate Center, City University of New York.

http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010/12/philip-beitchman-theatre-of-naturalism.html

AD Winans' "Drowning like Li Po in a River of Red Wine":

Poetry (2010), 396 pages. This career spanning book compiles the best poems of A.D. Winans over 50 books from 1970-2010. More at http://outlawpoetry.com/2010/12/01/a-d-winans-drowning-like-li-po-in-a-river-of-red-wine/

Review by Charles Plymlell at

http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010/12/charles-plymell-on-ad-winans-li-po-book.html


Richard Krech: At the End of Time:
Richard Krech's new book "At the End of Time" is now available at http://www.sunnyoutside.com/releases/054/o.html

Video :

Paul Green :
Radial City - Radiance,at: http://www.youtube.com/user/QBSaul


Anthony Rousseau:

- In Interzone news :

From Galerie Ecritures: meilleurs voeux 2011:

http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010/12/galerie-ecritures-meilleurs-voeux-2011.html

Yannick Chosse: Meilleurs voeux 2011:

http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010/12/yannick-chosse-meilleurs-voeux-2011.html

galerie didier devillez:

http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010/12/meilleurs-voeux-de-la-part-de-la.html

John Peter B:

http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2011/01/john-peter-b-vous-souhaite-une.html

Jean-Thierry Lazare: Intermède musical pour (bien) finir l'année et commencer la suivante:

http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2011/01/intermede-musical-pour-bien-finir.html

Archives of September:

http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html, October : http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html , November : http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html and December : http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html Pour une économie non-aristotélicienne http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/ :

Une économie de rechange ?: http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/2010/12/07/une-economie-de-rechange/

1. Que signifie " non-aristotélicien " ?:

http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/2010/12/07/que-signifie-non-aristotelicien/

2. La démarche des mathématiciens :

http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/2010/12/08/la-demarche-des-mathematiciens/

3. Application de la démarche des mathématiciens en économie :

http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/2010/12/21/application-de-la-demarche-des-mathematiciens-en-economie/ - Quelques infos pour mieux comprendre l’économie : http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/2010/12/26/quelques-infos-pour-mieux-comprendre-leconomie/

- Une économie non-aristotélicienne:

http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/une-economie-non-aristotelicienne/

* L’économie de marché, une économie aristotélicienne:

http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/une-economie-non-aristotelicienne/
* Déstructuration: Enquêtes sur les mécanismes de l’économie de marché:
http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/une-economie-non-aristotelicienne/destructuration/

* Economie A / économie non-A: http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/une-economie-non-aristotelicienne/economie-a-economie-non-a/

Paul O'Donovan: The Happylands and elsewhere :http://www.myspace.com/interzonecd1/music/songs/01-paul-o-donovan-see-see-rider-mp3-76596716 http://www.myspace.com/interzoneCD1/music/songs/02-paul-o-donovan-your-rider-s-gonna-miss-me-mp3-76596961 http://www.myspace.com/interzoneCD1/music/songs/03-paul-o-donovan-don-t-think-twice-it-s-all-right-mp3-76597065 http://www.myspace.com/music/interzone-23342127/songs/07-paul-o-donovan-black-muddy-river-mp3-76597283 http://www.myspace.com/music/interzone-23342127/songs/09-paul-o-donovan-evening-star-bewitchment-mp3-76597543 http://www.myspace.com/music/interzone-23342127/songs/10-paul-o-donovan-a-young-girl-mp3-76597626 http://www.myspace.com/music/interzone-23342127/songs/11-paul-o-donovan-my-love-walked-in-through-the-clouds-mp3-76597808 http://www.myspace.com/music/interzone-23342127/songs/12-paul-o-donovan-blues-for-johnny-mp3-76597940 http://www.myspace.com/music/interzone-23342127/songs/13-paul-o-donovan-a-dress-of-laces-mp3-76598076 http://www.myspace.com/music/interzone-23342127/songs/14-paul-o-donovan-the-urge-for-going-mp3-76598322

Novacriminal live concerts: http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010/10/novacriminal-live-at-silverlake-lounge.html and http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010/12/novacriminal-live-in-long-beach.html

Paul O'Donovan: "Inherited Memory" : on line in Interzone Galleries at http://sites.google.com/site/interzonegalleries/odonovan62-html

Nicolas Cussac's exibition at Capelleta de Seret: http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010/08/nicolas-cussac-exposition-du-1er-au-19.html

Richard Krech: At the end of time: http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010/12/richard-krech-at-end-of-time.html

"The Theatre of Naturalism" by Philip Beitchman : http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010/12/philip-beitchman-theatre-of-naturalism.html

Review by Charles Plymlell on "Drowning like Li Po in a River of Red Wine" by A.D. Winans: http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/2010/12/charles-plymell-on-ad-winans-li-po-book.html


In other Zoners' sites:

John Dowie: Dogman:

http://youtu.be/LeHWiEVQDzU, http://www.johndowie.co.uk/

The Poets of Radial City: Bits and pieces include more audio at Culture Court:

http://www.culturecourt.com/Audio/CCaudio.htm ; Radio Qbsaul: http://web.mac.com/qbsaul1/iWeb/Radio%20QBSaul/Radio%20QBSaul/Radio%20QBSaul.html, Video, Radial City - Radiance: http://www.youtube.com/user/QBSaul

Vasha Dai - Apie Liuciferi:

http://www.archive.org/details/VashaDai-ApieLiuciferi and www.myspace.com/vashadai

John Peter B: ORIGAMI :

http://www.jamendo.com/fr/album/79135 http://www.johnpeterb.com - http://www.jamendo.com/fr/artist/John_Peter_B. - http://www.reverbnation.com/johnpeterb - http://www.facebook.com/pages/John-Peter-B/119026223841

Novacriminal :

http://www.myspace.com/novacriminalmusic

Galerie Ecritures :

http://www.koifaire.com/auvergne/galerie,ecritures-15609.html

Inédits de Jean Azarel et bien d'autres dans le n°1000 du Tréponème Bleu Pâle:

http://leoncobra.canalblog.com/

Christian Vander à l'oeuvre, début d'été 2010:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W61C6EDaNM8&feature=related

AD Winans' "Drowning like Li Po in a River of Red Wine":

http://outlawpoetry.com/2010/12/01/a-d-winans-drowning-like-li-po-in-a-river-of-red-wine/

Richard Krech: At the end of time at Sunny Outside:

http://www.sunnyoutside.com/releases/054/o.html
This report is on line in English at
https://sites.google.com/site/aubertisa/reportjan11-htm and in French at https://sites.google.com/site/aubertisa/reportjan11fr-htm

Between two reports you can view the Zone's info in Interzone news at

http://interzone-news.blogspot.com/

All my best wishes for 2011 to you and yours, and for Interzone's thirteenth year !

Izzy


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The Western Lands + Interzone Creations + La sémantique générale pour tous + Interzone Galleries + Interzone News + THE INTERZONE COFFEE HOUSE + Interzone forum + Interzone Editions + Interzone reports + Interzone CD1 + Pour une économie non-aristotélicienne - Bienvenue à Interzone

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samedi 1 janvier 2011

Anthony Rousseau: 2011


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Jean-Thierry LAZARE: Intermède musical pour (bien) finir l'année et commencer la suivante

....Christian Vander à l'oeuvre, début d'été 2010
(la caméra bouge au début mais se stabilise vite)
Que Courage, Amour et Beauté soient avec vous en 2011
Merci à tous et toutes d'exister
A bientôt
Jean (Thierry)

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Paul Green: The Poets of Radial City

Bits and pieces include more audio at Culture Court:
http://www.culturecourt.com/Audio/CCaudio.htm : All Brother Paul mp3 files in the CC Audio Archive »»

and at Radio Qbsaul: podcasting audio theatre, poetry, music and sound by Paul A Green
and guests :
http://web.mac.com/qbsaul1/iWeb/Radio%20QBSaul/Radio%20QBSaul/Radio%20QBSaul.html

and short video, Radial City - Radiance,at: http://www.youtube.com/user/QBSaul
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John Peter B. vous souhaite une merveilleuse année 2011 !



John Peter B.
Annecy, HTESA, FR | Pop / Rock / Singer/Songwriter
Members: Philipp


NEWS

Bonjour,

J'aimerais vous souhaiter une merveilleuse année 2011, qui verra tous vos souhaits se réaliser...

Les albums de John Peter B. seront désomais disponibles sur music.johnpeterb.com


Retrouvez le nouvel album, IMAGIRO...

-- >CLICK (dans la limite de 200 téléchargements offerts pour Origami ...)

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"Origami, part 3", hommage à Eric Joisel et première vidéo extraite de cet album est visible à peu près partout, en particulier sur Youtube et Dailymotion

Enjoy
John Peter B.


SITES




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vendredi 31 décembre 2010

Vasha Dai - Apie Liuciferi

http://www.archive.org/details/VashaDai-ApieLiuciferi

New Lithuanian project from Sala, Zpoan Vtens, Poccolus members. Deep atmospheric music with concept story in it. Sung in their native language tracks vary from mellow, melancholic, minimal to eerie, weird, experimental. The story is about Lucifer-The Bringer of Light. Beautiful pdf booklet contains full texts with summary in English. If you want to hear music before downloading, you can go to:
www.myspace.com/vashadai and listen all the songs there.


This audio is part of the collection: Community Audio

Artist/Composer: Vasha Dai
Keywords: "vasha dai" "ambient" "electronica" "experimental" "neo-folk" "elph rock"

Creative Commons license: Attribution-Noncommercial 3.0
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Yannick Chosse: Meilleurs voeux 2011

Miniature de l'élément

Poussière de Pixel vous souhaite ses meilleurs voeux pour l'année à venir...


Poussière de Pixel - Yannick Chosse
36 rue Alsace Lorraine
17430 Tonnay-Charente
Tel. 09 53 09 14 36 - 06 83 36 58 02
www.poussieredepixel.info
www.photographies.marais.poitevin.fr
www.tuareg.fr
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Galerie Ecritures: meilleurs voeux 2011

Les Artistes et les membres

de la Galerie ECRITURES vous présentent leurs meilleurs vœux pour cette nouvelle année 2011, vœux de bonheur et de santé. Plusieurs grandes expositions sont prévues en 2011, notamment de janvier à avril La Galerie ECRITURES propose la première exposition de GUERRERO avec un vernissage le 21 janvier.

Bonne année et au plaisir de vous revoir.



http://www.koifaire.com/auvergne/galerie,ecritures-15609.html

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mercredi 29 décembre 2010

Philip Beitchman: "The Theatre of Naturalism"

"The Theatre of Naturalism" by Philip Beitchman

Peter Lang Publishing
29 Broadway, 18th floor
NY, NY 10006


"Anyone interested in modern European naturalism and its legacy will want to read The Theatre of Naturalism. It raises a number of important questions and challenges us to reconsider the contributions of this often undervalued movement."

Daniel Gerould, Lucille Lortel Deistinguished Professor of Theatre and Comparative Literature, Graduate Center, City University of New York.
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jeudi 23 décembre 2010

"Pour une économie non-aristotélicienne" - Blog de "La sémantique générale pour tous"


Beside the site "La sémantique générale pour tous" I have created this blog dedicated to a non-Aristotelian economy, formulated in Interzone since january 2000 :
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Meilleurs voeux de la part de la galerie didier devillez (bruxelles)


http://www.galeriedidierdevillez.be

GALERIE DIDIER DEVILLEZ
53, rue Emmanuel Van Driessche • 1050 Bruxelles (Belgique) • +32(0)475 931 935
devillez@skynet.be • http://www.galeriedidierdevillez.be
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The Hollywood Interview: Dennis Hopper by Alex Simon

Dennis Hopper: 1936-2010:DENNIS HOPPER IS RIDING EASY
By Alex Simon at
http://thehollywoodinterview.blogspot.com/2008/11/dennis-hopper-hollywood-interview.html
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A TRIBUTE TO "WE JAM ECONO" - an original moment in time, man!


A tribute by Charles Plymell on the Minutemen in Paul Hawkins' site :
http://www.hesterglock.com/words/sounds/we%20jam%20econo%20tribute%20by%20charles%20plymell.html

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Richard Krech: At the End of Time


Richard Krech's new book "At the End of Time"is now available
http://www.sunnyoutside.com/releases/054/o.html

At the End of Time:
The Incomplete Works of Richard Krech, Volume II
poetry by Richard Krech

Richard Krech was born in 1946 and grew up in Berkeley, California. He became involved in civil rights activities in 1963 and started writing soon thereafter. Krech published a poetry magazine and organized a series of poetry readings at a bookstore on Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley from 1966 to 1969. He authored several books, including The Incompleat Works of Richard Krech: Poems 1966–1974, and had numerous periodical appearances before he stopped writing poetry in the mid-’70s.

In 1976 Krech went to law school and has been practicing criminal defense in Oakland, California since 1980. His practice has included everything from murder to shoplifting as well as pro bono representation of anti-war demonstrators and others similarly situated. He now has a primarily appellate practice.

Krech began writing poetry again early this century. Since then he has had several books and numerous periodical appearances and a bibliography of his work was published in the summer of 2010. Krech has traveled frequently to Asia, Africa, Latin America, and Europe. He has three children, three grandchildren, and lives with his wife Mary Holbrook in Albany, California.




See the review at

http://www.prickofthespindle.com/reviews/4.4/small_presses/krech/krech.htm

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Charles Plymell on AD Winans' "Drowning like Li Po in a River of Red Wine"



From the shadows of a home town always rising from ashes with eternal fog lying in them like a heavy spirit comes... The Frisco Kid! An appreciation by Charles Plymell


Drowning like Li Po in a River of Red Wine by A D Winans is a book to be proud of. It’s a pick-it-up-random poem book that gets right to it, with selected poems organized chronologically from past publications, 1970-2010. One might think that 364 pages of verse (and colophon page) would be a lot to take in, but it is not. Everything is all right, like the years went by, exactly right, bringing it all back home. San Francisco was home to us all. She opened her doors to everyone, alone, weary, and timeless... from Jack Black to Jack Micheline. Everyone got a taste of that home, but Winans is the only one I’ve met who was born there. He must share her coiffed comeliness and spiritual highs, splashing her nacreous pearls from deep black water splayed into the fog of love, the mist from her eddies pressing back the lusty egalitarian thrust until it obeys. It always seemed a small town because it’s vertical, on different planes, each neighborhood seething with scenes. During my limited tenure, it seemed I lived on every street, if not neighborhood, or knew someone who was in this or that scene. And floating through those different planes were layers to its natural beauty that gave off the essence of love but could also sink down darkly and cruel as hell. Through Winans’s eyes one can live those streets again, like a Bob Kaufman looking out the window of a Muni bus in silent study of all action passing on her streets to the last window-framed panorama.

The book too, is exactly right, as a book should be made. The poems aren’t tucked in as a filler to the pretentious pages of slick magazines; they are presented in the best selection of typeface, the poems placed correctly on the page. Li Po would have approved. It has the right feel, the right dimension, and the right geography to go back to and turn the pages like wrapping dreams.

Winans and I are about the same age, and we both discovered the Beats in the late 1950s. We both had unconventional childhoods. My best times were in the fifties. We heard the McCarthy hearings in real time. We developed a similar political philosophy somewhere between Li Po and Upton Sinclair. Like most poets in the Bay Area grown into the sixties there was politics in our poetry. He served time in the service. Mine in the ROTC ... a Clinton/Bush deferment. I arrived in his old middle class neighborhood, the Haight, as the decade of the sixties began, before the kids took over the streets from little Russian ladies. He knew poets I did and the bars they read in, and the magazines they published in. San Francisco was constantly changing, sometimes overnight.

I didn’t know Winans in San Francisco but met him later at an Independent publishing event, “Small Press.” We took part in some of their organizations. We learned how the game was played and over the years watched it change into the “Politburo of Poetry” as all things government do with friends rewarding friends. Over the years, we’ve corresponded and shared our views on poetry, political scams and awards. We spot the phonies and neither of us much cares for labels. We’ve seen “revolutionary” poets & middle class kids get permission to protest. We’ve seen famous poets howl against Moloch and the government only to receive several thousands of government money and keep the Beatnik flack, not black, flying at the landmark tourist bookstore in North Beach. We’ve seen hypocrisy in all flavors in all the poets the city spawned. I’ve often wondered how he sees the invasion on his home turf.

My biggest regret is that I wasn’t with him when the great jazz clubs flourished in the days of Billie Holliday that he remembers in his poems, or the great blues legends like Johnny Lee Hooker. Yes, the times were always changing there. By the time Pam and I went to Mike’s Pool Hall with Ferlinghetti (Pam was underage), the GoGo girls were dancing in every joint. I got to see Sonny Rollins at an embarrassing two-drink minimum gig in North Beach when he was either too sick or too broken to wail. Yes, the city was built on Rock n’ Roll, Fillmore and the Avalon et. al. But the poets knew that it was really re-built, again and again. It all comes back in the works of Winans. It comes back as subtle and real as Bo Diddley’s words at the Avalon, a thriving line-in the street psychedelic hall bringing us the new sounds and lights. His words haunt me when he came to play to a handful, this “unknown” who said “and here I am now playing for you. Mercy Mercy Mercy.” I think I know what he meant. You will get the full history with Winans’s poems. They tell it real. San Francisco was always home to the outcasts from any origin. They became family. The moon on the water beckoning for all comers. The sun over the hills and bridges all bringing commerce, ships going to war. Friends and families living and dying. A changing city like the long nights and sunny days. My sister died in that Chinese Lantern of the Western Moon.

Jack Micheline came by to rally me to read and bring the “word” to the people. I had a good job on the docks and was starting a family. Besides, I said to him, how would you compete with the fame of sensational book trial no matter the poet and poet storeowner were (out of town) and let the Japanese-American clerk who sold the book stand trial, just in case it backfired. The days of Life and Time are over. They just want the tourist version. Micheline left dejected, but hopefully to Gino and Carlos bar to have a drink with Winans and revitalize the words again. Or the Anxious Asp to hear poets insult the poets from Cleveland in their hippy drag. It was like that. It could be a tough town. We didn’t walk to the docks with Longshoreman hooks in our belts for nothing. The town was built on many layers of compassion and destruction, giver and taker, almost religiously. I wonder sometimes how a poet would live all his life there. Probably by writing lines to William Wantling, an example of the many poets who walked the streets of his town: “Looking into the cracked lips of sorrow/I walk the harsh streets of tomorrow.” (Pg. 297) Pick it up and open it anywhere. But to really find out how the poet down South who wrote about the poet up North and what happens with the poets from the East who come to the West and drank at the bars in Winans’s home town, you’ll just have to open the book in a river of red wine on pg 183.



Review at http://outlawpoetry.com/2010/12/01/a-d-winans-drowning-like-li-po-in-a-river-of-red-wine/

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mercredi 15 décembre 2010

Gadfly on line: King of the Underground The magic world of William Burroughs by Victor Bockris

This article is not new, but it's a very good one.
Thanks to Vasha for sending it.

http://www.gadflyonline.com/archive/August99/archive-burroughs.html

From Gadfly August 1999

William Burroughs (1914-97) was the king of the beat generation and the godfather of punk rock. He was the author of more than fifty books. Junky is a classic, autobiographical account of life as a heroin addict in the United States during the Second World War. Naked Lunch, published in 1962 in America, was a key text of the beat generation, with Jack Kerouac's On the Road and Allen Ginsberg's Howl. In 1991, David Cronenberg's film of Naked Lunch introduced Burroughs and his writing to a whole new generation.

But Burroughs' importance goes well beyond writing. He was the man who had the original vision of the "love generation" of the 1960s. He was also a major figure of inspiration for many rock stars. He was on the cover of the Beatles' masterpiece Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band and counted the Rolling Stones among his acquaintances. In fact, the first discussions about filming Naked Lunch were introduced by Mick Jagger, who, in 1972, considered playing Burroughs' alter ego, Inspector Lee of the Nova Police. The Soft Machine and Steely Dan were two of the many rock groups who took their names from his books; Burroughs was the inventor of the phrase "heavy metal"; Bob Dylan invited him to go on his 1975 Rolling Thunder tour. Burroughs' influence was also spread by films-he starred in Gus Van Sant's Drugstore Cowboy and played lesser roles in ten other films. In the 1990s he collaborated with various musicians, ranging from John Cale to Kurt Cobain, on CDS of his readings.

By the time he left the planet, following his closest friend Allen Ginsberg by four months, he had been the king of the underground for twenty-five years. William Burroughs' face is as deeply etched into the minds of those who knew him and his work as the faces of our presidents are on Mount Rushmore.

William Burroughs always operated from the center of an entourage of mostly younger men who worked with him in one capacity or another. In my time, the group consisted of his amanuensis and manager, James Grauerholz; the poet and performer John Giorno, who produced CDS of Burroughs' readings, including the boxed set Best of William Burroughs from Giorno Poetry Systems, released in 1998, shortly after Burroughs' death; and Stewart Meyer, a street kid from Brooklyn, Burroughs' glorified chauffeur and best pupil. Meyer's first novel, The Lotus Crew, written under Burroughs' tutelage, became a classic in its own time. The film director Howard Brookner, who shot a documentary about Burroughs over a period of five years during which they became close friends, also was included. Apart from Giorno, these were men in their late twenties. The oldest member of the group, the celebrated biographer Ted Morgan, became Burroughs' official biographer in the 1980s. I was the sixth man on the team.

Whenever Burroughs would return to New York from a trip abroad or from somewhere else in the United States, Stewart Meyer would get hold of a big, comfortable American car, and we would pick Burroughs up at the airport and drive him to the Bunker. Driving in from Kennedy at night with Stew at the wheel, William in the front seat, myself, James Grauerholz and John Giorno in the back, smoking pot, drinking vodka, was like being in a magic nightclub. The car purred like a contented cat, Burroughs talked in a mottled voice that sounded like a cross between the older Katharine Hepburn and FDR, about his journey and the news, and everything would suddenly be extra brilliant, intelligent and kind.

Burroughs always said he was not a gregarious person and did not like parties, but from what I could see there was a nearly constant party going on around him, at least in the evenings. The great thing about going to the Bunker—his starkly lit, three-room, white-on-white windowless cavern of a space at 222 Bowery, in the bowels of that grimy necropolis the Lower East Side—was that Burroughs and Grauerholz had created one of the very few real literary salons in New York. Ninety percent of the time I visited in the evening, there were at least two other people, and sometimes there were four or five. The majority of the guests drank vodka and smoked pot, and there was a lot of laughter and acting out. Bill would suddenly transform himself into one of his characters and talk in an accent. Over dinner he would hold court, telling stories or coming up with dry comments. If anybody had a good story about one of his favorite topics—guns, drugs and writing—he would say, "Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" with gleeful, adolescent enthusiasm. He was not distant. He was with us, even though most of us were forty years younger than he was. Like Andy Warhol's Factory, the Bunker was hermetic and individual, and it ran on the same principles of love and tension.

"Dream up a paradise!" Allen Ginsberg once exhorted me. Burroughs succeeded in dreaming up his paradise. From the publication of Naked Lunch in Paris in 1959, for the rest of his life, ending in 1997, he was an American Graham Greene for the space age. He was always sending back reports from battle fronts or other exotic locales. He was always writing, always traveling, always "on assignment."

In March 1979, having spent five years in Burroughs' service full time, James Grauerholz took a sabbatical, moving himself and the Burroughs archives to Lawrence, Kansas, where he envisioned Burroughs spending the balance of his life in a more tranquil setting. I never even considered taking over his job, and would not have been able to do it anyway, but the fact was, Bill was lonely, and he achieved his best relationships in creative collaboration.

From 1979 to 1981, I had the privilege of working with William Burroughs (aged sixty-five to sixty-seven) editing two books: my portrait With William Burroughs: A Report from the Bunker (St. Martins, 1996), and his selected essays, The Adding Machine (Arcade, 1996). At the same time, Burroughs was finishing his long-awaited novel, Cities of the Red Night (Holt, 1981), which would inaugurate a whole new person and period in his career, opening the doors to sixteen highly productive, positive years (1981-97) writing, painting, acting, performing, recording. Consequently, I suppose I am one of the ten to twelve people who ever got close enough to Bill professionally to see into his writing center. When I gave him the manuscript of With William Burroughs (75 percent of which was taped dialogue of conversations between Burroughs and fifteen other celebrities), he not only corrected the sometimes atrocious writing, he added a handful of precious inserts.

Working on With William Burroughs was fun. Working on The Adding Machine, which we originally called Light Reading for Light Years, was inspiring. I'll never forget the first day I sat down at the conference table in the Bunker with Bill at the head and a stack of papers between us. I looked up, and he gave me the most enchanting smile I had ever seen from him. It was not a smile of humor or a smile of seduction or a chemically induced smile. Once, when I first got to know Burroughs out in Boulder, Colorado, he had started smiling at me across the table at dinner when we were both quite drunk. I couldn't understand what the strange smiles meant, but later I realized he had been coming on to me. This wasn't like that at all. It was the smile of collaboration. I think one of the reasons Burroughs and I got along as well as we did was because we shared a boarding-school background. In that context, he was the headmaster and I was the head boy. This was a relationship we both cherished. My work entailed collecting a number of fugitive pieces of which he did not have copies, typing up material that was being transformed from a speech into an essay, tape-recording inserts and cutting in the results. We worked hard over a three-month period, meeting once a week, collecting some forty essays.

At the end of the first day of work, I poured drinks while William smoked a joint provided by Stew, who was cooking some dinner on the stove. I walked up and down, passing William's chair as I went, picking up and returning the joint as we kicked back and forth ideas for a title. It didn't take us ten minutes to hit on it, that's how cued in we were. I kept saying, "It's light reading... light reading..." over and over again, until finally, giving me that wonderful smile again, Bill chimed in, "for light years. Light Reading for Light Years." Stew was applauding from the stove. That was the book's working title. Later it was changed to The Adding Machine, which is an equally good title, but a little more earthbound than I think William's writing is.

When you put 100 percent of yourself into something, as William put himself into writing, you become somebody other than the person you were when you started. You become a writer, in the sense that a doctor is a doctor. When he gets into the operation, he knows what to do. When William got into one of his books, he knew what to do. He imagined a way of living that he tried to pass on in his books, and he tried to live it as closely as he could. He had been an inveterate traveler all of his life. When I saw him on a weekly basis between 1979 and 1981, he was constantly coming and going from Europe or the West Coast on reading tours, lecture tours and publicity tours, and he was always collecting impressions and information from his travels that would find their way in time into his work. Burroughs devoured life. "It is necessary to travel," he said, "it is not necessary to live," meaning that a life without travel of the spiritual, psychic, intellectual kind is not worth living.

Grauerholz had arranged Burroughs' social life so well that even when he was away it ran like clockwork. Burroughs rarely called people. People called him. I became the arranger of a lot of dinner parties for him. "Victor Bockris moved in with his 'come-see-the-bear-dance' routine," Ted Morgan wrote in Literary Outlaw: The Life and Times of William S. Burroughs (Henry Holt, 1988). "Victor brought around celebrities to meet Burroughs, acting as introducer, go-between and master of ceremonies. John Giorno provided the bread, and Victor the circuses. He would call and say, 'I'll be over at six with some corned beef and Bianca Jagger.' It was in a sense a useful function to fulfill, for Burroughs was entertained, and Victor became to some extent the arranger of his social life. On the other hand, Burroughs was expected to perform at Victor's evenings, and to be ever more outrageous."

Like a lot of Morgan's unfortunate book, this is not at all true. First of all, neither Bill nor I was an aficionado of "corned beef." Second, I never took Bianca Jagger to the Bunker. In fact, this whole statement is a fabrication. Burroughs didn't have to act crazy at all, he had to act straight, because he was further out than any of his counterparts.

According to Burroughs' biographer Barry Miles (El Hombre Invisible), "Burroughs' very high profile in the late seventies was caused, to a great extent, by a book project undertaken by writer Victor Bockris, who arranged a succession of dinner parties in New York, from 1979 until 1980, at which famous people would dine with Burroughs," Miles wrote. "These included Andy Warhol, Debbie Harry, Lou Reed, Joe Strummer, Susan Sontag, Christopher Isherwood, Allen Ginsberg, Tennessee Williams and Mick Jagger. Bockris tape-recorded the conversations and published transcripts of the tapes in dozens of magazines, from sex sheets like National Screw and Chic through mimeographed literary magazines to glossies such as The New Review in London. This encouraged gossip columnists to mention Burroughs. As the seventies progressed, squibs and stories began appearing in magazines such as Oui, High Times and Andy Warhol's Interview. It had been a long time coming, but finally Burroughs was an all-American celebrity."

As a conversationalist, Burroughs was dexterous. He could and did quote lines from Shakespeare and other writers. Lord Chesterfield's letter rejecting a loan request was a favorite piece; he had it by heart. He also had a quality I've noticed in other artists (primarily Warhol), of mirroring his interlocutor. With Susan Sontag, he would discuss the ins and outs of the New York literary scene; with Terry Southern, he would discuss drugs; with Andy Warhol, he would discuss sex. He wasn't one of those people who always had to be in charge of the subject, or insisted on his voice being the only voice. Bill had an encyclopedic knowledge that sounds almost old fashioned today, mixed with an intelligence that came before specialization locked everybody into separate cubicles.

As a writer, Burroughs lived with a big label on his back that he could not remove which read, wife-killing-homosexual-drug-addict-communist-pervert. Consequently, the majority of people thought of him—and many still do—as a freak. But this was not the Burroughs I knew. He was not a wife killer. He shot his wife by accident, and never a day went by for the rest of his life that he did not think of Joan. He wasn't a violent man. He wept bitterly and often because of the terrible circumstances and events of his life. He was not a drug addict for most of the time that I knew him. He had that relapse in 1979-80, but before and after that he was clean of heroin. He was not a communist. He wasn't a pervert. He had a romantic soul but, like so many artists of his ilk, found himself married to his work. His books were his real children.

By this time of his life—he was sixty-five—Bill was helplessly addicted to writing. If he could not write, he felt bad, and it got worse day by day. But most days he did write. In fact, apart from taking care of the essentials, that was all he did. As a result, Burroughs knew his song well before he started singing. The great thing about his writing for me is that I can turn it on like I can turn on a Stones album and hit the street ten minutes later pumped. Page eleven from Nova Express (Grove, 1964) (see illustration) is one of my favorite pieces by William Burroughs. Many of his pages are like this, individual pieces of art that could be framed and hung on the wall, priceless statements.

For me, after his intelligence, Bill's greatest characteristic was his sense of humor. On at least one occasion, we both fell into such an extreme laughing jag over his story about a business man evaporating in his Brooks Brothers suit that I thought we were both going to die. Burroughs was one of those lucky people, again like Warhol, with whom he had so much in common, who had a life he thrived on. He was really who he seemed to be--a vigorous underground inspector of the governments and cartels that had robbed the ground from unborn feet forever and ruined the world as he had known it. At his best, Burroughs was an acute satirist in the tradition of Jonathan Swift. In a very real sense, Naked Lunch is the Gulliver's Travels of the twentieth century.

Despite being in the front lines of creative writing for the last forty years of his life, William was an old-world gentleman who lived by a code of ethics that has long since disappeared. He would never, for example, have thought of bringing his problems to my attention. During all the time I worked and socialized with him, I was not aware that his son was dying. I didn't understand the relationship between Burroughs and Grauerholz, but I knew Burroughs missed him very much and was lonely. I didn't know how nervous he was about the reception of Cities of the Red Night, or that he was broke. And that under these burdens, Burroughs once again became a heroin addict, and, according to Morgan, the Bunker became a shooting gallery. I never saw any needles, I never saw anybody injecting themselves. I only mention this because, in retrospect, it astounds me that Burroughs could have kept all this from me when I thought I was one of his closer friends. I know we shared a real affection for each other, but I would never have dreamed of criticizing Burroughs in any way. I could not see anything to criticize. To me, he had perfected a kind of life that has died with him.

I remember the first night I ever had dinner with William. We drank a lot of vodka and smoked a lot of pot, then he pulled out of the closet a gun that looked like an M16 and aimed it at the other end of the loft. I felt flushed and so faint that I ran to the bathroom and lay my spinning head on the cool tile floor. I remember a great night in Los Angeles on which James, Bill and I stayed up until four a.m. trying to come up with better titles for a proposed film based on his novel Junky. During our talks William drew ballpoint pen drawings on some twenty pieces of white paper in between saying, "God, I'm high!" Before I left, he asked me if I thought they were of any interest. I looked at them and sneered, "No, and you should throw them all in the garbage right now," which he did. Six years later, after Bill's art career took off, those drawings would have been worth several thousand dollars.

I remember once sitting opposite him in a living room full of a million dollars' worth of somebody else's art in Los Angeles and asking him whether he was ever afraid. He stared at me and cried out, "Are you mad? Like most people, I live in a continual state of panic. We're threatened virtually every second. The '90s are a very unfunny decade, a very grim decade. Grim and nasty." I remember Bill standing in the middle of his living room in Lawrence with a joint in one hand and a vodka and Coke in the other around midnight, when he was seventy-seven, saying, "I think I'm one of the most important people in this fucking world."

Burroughs had that intensity of excitement around him almost every time I saw him. To some extent, this was because he heightened his own reality with drugs. And he was capable of ingesting staggering quantities of different drugs without showing any signs of debilitation. I vividly recall one New Year's Eve party at John Giorno's apartment (1979-80). Bill started the evening with a couple of vodkas and joints. Then he took some majoun (a pasty fudge with a marijuana base that delivers the effect of smoking twenty joints at once). After that, he took some heroin and cocaine—the notorious speedball—all the time drinking, eating and conversing with little sign of deterioration. Drugs did not make Bill go away, when I knew him; for the most part, they made him more present.

Cities of the Red Night was edited by Dick Seaver and published by Holt, Rinehart and Winston in 1981. With William Burroughs was edited by Jeanette Seaver and published by Seaver Books at the same time. The Seavers invited William and me to a dinner party to celebrate both books' publication. The dinner was exquisitely cooked by Jeanette Seaver, who was a cookbook writer and gourmet cook. Other guests included William's agent and his wife, my agent and his wife, and another editor. The conversation at the round table, over a white tablecloth and beautiful candles and wine glasses, was a little stiff. I could see that Bill was crawling up the wall by the time dessert came around, so I tried to liven things up by lighting up a joint I had brought with me for just such emergencies, and passing it to him. In 1981, drug etiquette was the reverse of what we have now. In those days, it would have been virtually unthinkable for a sophisticated host to ask William Burroughs, of all people in the world, to desist from smoking that foul-smelling illegal substance in the apartment, so nobody said anything; but I was sure Dick and Jeanette were seething. Smoke invades your space, creeping into the curtains, where it sets up camp and stays. Suddenly, Bill and I were falling over each other trying to put on our coats and leave. It wasn't that we got the fear, but rather as if we had received the stunned realization that we were sitting with a bunch of brick walls, and the longer we stayed, the harder it was going to be to not laugh in their bricks, so we split. The cab ride downtown was tense and exhausting. I remember both of us mopping our brows and leaning back. The food had been excellent, but the conversation made it hard to digest.

We pulled up outside a rundown apartment building on East 13th Street, and I followed Bill inside, into a railroad apartment on the ground floor. Suddenly I felt as if I were in a scene from Bill's first novel, Junky. The room was sparsely furnished with a single naked lightbulb and a couple of hardback chairs. It looked like it had been strip mined. A glassy-eyed man had let us in. Before I learned his name, he was in a huddle with Bill, who passed something to him furtively; then he was out the door.

He must have come back in via the fire escape, because it seemed no more than five minutes later when he suddenly reappeared, breathless and shaking. He and Bill both stripped off their jackets, rolled up their sleeves and gave themselves a shot of heroin. Bill relaxed, and I got a sort of contact high, I guess, because I relaxed too. It was the first time I had ever seen anybody do that, and I was fascinated, the way a passing driver is fascinated by a car crash.

I think it's important to say that William Burroughs did not mean to glamorize heroin or encourage its use. He was in the vanguard of the revolution of the '60s, in which drugs played a large part. He tried to educate people about the deadly effects of heroin, but because he was one of those curious inventions of the post-World War II period, an artist more famous for his image and ideas than for his work, many people think he is, by example, giving them permission to take heroin. Inasmuch as Burroughs' credo was, "Nothing is true. Everything is permitted," he is or was, but that permission has to be seen in perspective of how and when it was originally given. When Burroughs' works hit the West like a series of time bombs and ripped up the basic precepts of Western civilization in the 1960s, the us-against-them conflict was so intense that people were enormously affected by Burroughs and his avant-garde writings, because of his and their strength. At the time, overstatement was often needed to make an impact.

Read now, twenty, thirty, forty years after they were first published, Burroughs' works emerge, in the recently published marvelous and mind-blowing Word Virus: A William Burroughs Reader (Grove Press, 1999), as just about perfectly on time: You can read this book without fearing it will do you any harm. On the contrary, a person who reads Word Virus completely and really takes it in will be way ahead of the game. For, as Ann Douglas points out in her rocking introduction, "Burroughs' ambition amounted to nothing less than an attempt to uproot and transform Western concepts of personhood and language, if not personhood and language themselves, to produce a new emancipation proclamation for the twenty-first century."

"And to what extent did he succeed?" Burroughs asked himself in the final novel of his trilogy, Western Lands. And he answered his own question: "Even to envisage success on this scale is a victory. A victory from which others may envision further." And then he quoted this stanza:

There is not a breathing of the common wind
that will forget thee;
Thy friends are exaltations, agonies and love,
And man's unconquerable mind.
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mercredi 8 décembre 2010

Peter 'Sleazy' Christopherson: 1955-2010

Posted by Dave Simpson Thursday 25 November 2010 15.49 GMT guardian.co.uk

Along with the rest of Throbbing Gristle, Sleazy was a bold provocateur and activist. But he was also one of the most innovative musicians of his generation.


A man ahead of his time' ... Peter 'Sleazy' Christopherson, second from left, with Throbbing Gristle in the 80s. Photograph: Michael Ochs Archives/Redferns


It's impossible to overstate the influence of Peter "Sleazy" Christopherson, who died in his sleep yesterday, aged just 55. As a founding member of Throbbing Gristle, he was part of one of the most experimental and notorious British groups of all time. The first industrial band, their music covered everything from machine-like noise to almost quaintly melodic electro-pop. I can still remember the shock of realising the catchy United single was by the same people who I'd seen posing topless (along with female member Cosey Fanni Tutti) when it felt like pornography had suddenly infiltrated NME.

Formed in 1975, their outrages – which included performing naked, vomiting onstage and writing songs about burning bodies – created considerable controversy. Even the punks threw things. The tabloids frothed, and MP Nicholas Fairbairn gave the ultimate seal of condemnation/approval when he pronounced the band "wreckers of civilisation" – shortly before he was arrested for indecent exposure, thus exposing the hypocrisy that Christopherson and pals had sworn to highlight.

Throbbing Gristle's art statements – or "sick stunts", depending on your view – will outlive them. Christopherson was one of his generation's first openly gay musicians, railing against homophobia and "Christian perversions" such as monogamy, while making music designed to help others live with HIV. But he was first and foremost one of the boldest, most innovative musicians of his generation.

His music has influenced everything from Marilyn Manson to techno. Joy Division's Ian Curtis was a fan. Sleazy helped Throbbing Gristle frontman Genesis P-Orridge form the similarly influential Psychic TV, while Trent Reznor's new band, How to Destroy Angels, take their name from the "ritual music for the accumulation of male sexual energy" of Coil, Christopherson's trailblazing band. Fronted by Christopherson and his partner, John Balance – arguably pop's firstly openly gay duo – Coil produced dark music that appeared in the films of Derek Jarman. Prior to this, Christopherson worked as a designer for the hugely influential agency Hipgnosis, creating iconic record sleeves for the likes of Peter Gabriel and Pink Floyd.

Christopherson was a man ahead of his time. He built electronic equipment and used digital sampling onstage years before Fairlight synths made it a staple tool in pop. He put together videos for everyone from Soft Cell's Marc Almond to Paul McCartney. He was innovating right up until his death – in a Throbbing Gristle re-formed "to destroy our own myth" and as director of The Threshold Houseboys Choir, a band featuring computer-generated vocals.

Born in Leeds to an academic family, and benefiting from an education that enabled him to study computer programming and video, Christopherson explained that Throbbing Gristle's innovation came about because the band were social misfits who had no idea what they were doing and so did not recognise rules. His nickname, along with his bands' fearsome reputations, belies the truth of a gentle, much-loved soul with a benign manner, who loved "silly electronic gadgets".

This summer, after Throbbing Gristle concerts were cancelled amid rumours of an illness, Christopherson insisted: "We are all only temporary curators of our present bodies, which will all decay, sooner or later. In a hundred years or so all the humans currently alive will have died. I take great comfort in knowing, with certainty, that thing that makes us special, able to enrich our own lives and those of others, will not cease when our bodies do but will be just starting a new (and hopefully even better) adventure ... "

Even in death, Peter Martin Christopherson is still giving us something to think about, which we should celebrate.

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