ONLINE VS ALIVE?

ONLINE vs alive?
................Online, .............. and Unplugged Social Networking

Computers ............... become social interfaces for
sharing digital media and collaborating to build ................online............. communities and ..................... Social t
echnologies create .......................................................................................................................................................................................an ...........................................................extension of social space, and
new ways for people to .......... together, meet and ............ in today's society.
As well as social software such as .................................................................. there are technologies............... created and maintained by such as communities of ....................................... and users ................................................................, or that enable people to connect with each other in public places................................................... or that



bind people together in their everyday lives.


The ............................................. will explore the ..............................................
new social spaces and the....................... social
implications of technologies for the many different kinds of people who make, use and are affected by them.

Some proclaim the death of email.
Life is supposed to be................................................... 'more social' - easier to ..............., the world at our
finger tips,
m....................l.

But this is a time when we see how electronic communication can isolate us, as
more and more people drown in a deluge of email that generates stress, even reducing IQ. Additionally,
'online communities' are based upon

an artificial equivalence
between 'users which obscures power
relationships and issues of ownership.

In all parts of the globe people are seeking to open up or hold onto places to......................................





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ALL I NEED IS IN-FORMATION

they said.

It's not about how far you can stretch your neck, mate!

Old
little girl
is out
with

flower body
but
bees
always follow

if it
smells
like
honey

the cliche' is
at the door
Not hard
to spot

So drink, drink
The guy
just
forgot.

strawberries
crabs and
coriander
is all I have
inside me

I WANT TO BE LIKE THE SUN TRYING ICE CREAM FOR THE FIRST TIME

for a shell

I left my
self
I left myself
on a
shelf
and I am
a
selfish
shellfish
selling away
all my
selfish
self
for a shell.

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I’ve prepared 1000 pair of scissors to play the cut and paste with you.

Like that time you put your hands under the covers and pretended you were asleep. Like walking in a corridor of velvet and trees and leaves that were solid hope to orgasm.
<>
Cut: velvet and trees and leaves
Paste: In the morning you were sorry, I remember:
cut and paste.
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Sometimes it was incredible to talk to you, with all of our fears served on cheese slices and wine. I thought with you it would have never happened.
<>
Cut: it would have never happened.
Paste: We laughed a lot together.
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I gave you that, I handed it in, and pretended we still lived R n’ R, but words were just becoming a path leading to while your fingers tickled my thighs:
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Cut: words were becoming a path leading to
Paste: you did not care about who we belonged to.
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And the branches of trees outside the window did not scare you at all, you thought it could have been just velvet, non-sense and instinct.
that in the end I would have been the only one to pick up the leaves and caress myself with them.

Cut: all of it.
<>

If I said something like that you would have liked it.
Jim was hallucinating when he opened the doors.
I should shut down mine to you and everyone else.


You might not be capable of walking on my land.

I don't walk on my land I live in the empty spaces we jump you'd ruin my landscape, if you walked: all I believe in, you’ve touched with big hands.


Cut: all I believe in
Paste: on the pavement I saw the way you’d hit me if I could avoid seeing through one and the other gap of your mind.
<>

leave me alone,
I want to drink and think, I want to drink and think,
that the fault wasn’t mine.


Cut.
Paste: Dig your hole by yourself.

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PER FAVORE LEGGERE AD ALTA VOCE

URGA GALELE
STRSTRSTRSTRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SS : inchiodati al computer si è migliori che dal vivo

BANGHE DONTERI TESSILO SAPER NO IL CHE GEGE PENSA SALE TRA LE MALE CALE
SCENDE(spesso dovresti soltanto perdere tutto quello che pensi: MICROSOFT TI CURA)


SEREINGOLATERRR ISSSSSSSSSO SESSE SESSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEE TE TE TE TE TETTE TE NO.

POI CHE NOI AS IF LELE TI TO TAC TREMA.
STUPIDO CANE

RIPETI:
SENSO SENSO SENSO
IN LINGUA COMUNE: CAZZO

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IO NO MA TU SI
E MUORI.
O RIDI.

(non pensare di vedere la risposta: urla.) COMUNICAZIONE DISTURBATA:
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YOUR COMPUTER WITH LOVE:

Buy something.
Say something you should buy something and say something to me.
Don't buy it, buy me, don't buy one, buy three. Buy me.
READ THE NEWS: nothing will be there, but we'll be there, there, like information given to silence, there, like silence buying information: let's meet nowhere and stay.
INFORM YOURSELF: three times a day, buy information, be information, be informed.
BE HAPPY. BUY.
READ THE NEWS: don't be alone, be with me. FIND THE SENSE, THE SENSE AND NONSENSE. THERE, IN BETWEEN THE SPACES OF ONE WORD OR THE OTHER YOU'LL FIND SILENCE.
YOU ARE SILENCE.
YOU ARE SILENCE.
YOU ARE SILENCE.
YOU ARE SILENCE.
SPEAK.

digital introspection about diamonds

Blue Birds

Digital love can be expressed in shoes: digital monument to love

Elephants in hands

Monument to digital alcohol

Monument to digital love

digital crystal monument

But is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid?

"If every second of our lives recurs an infinate number of times, we are nailed to eternity as Jesus Christ was nailed to the cross. It is a terrifying prospect. In the world of eternal return the weight of unbearable responsibility lies heavy on every move we make. This is why Nietzsche called the idea of eternal return the Heaviest of Burdens. If eternal return is the heaviest of burdens, then our lives can stand out against it in all their splendid lightness. But is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness truly deplorable?"

"What shall we choose? WEight or lightness?
Parmenides posed this very question in the sixth century before Christ. He saw the world divided into pairs of opposites: light/darkness, fineness/coarseness, warmth/cold, being/non-being, One half of the opposition he called positive, the other negative. We might find this division into positive and negative poles childishly simple except for one difficulty: which one is positive, weight or lightness?
Parmenides responded: lightness is positive, weight negative. Was he correct or not? That is the question. The only certainty is: the lightness/weight opposition is the most mysterious, most ambiguous of all."

one explanation

Thought or thinking is a mental process which allows beings to model the world, and so to deal with it effectively according to their goals, plans, ends and desires. Words referring to similar concepts and processes include cognition, sentience, consciousness, idea, and imagination.
Thinking involves the cerebral manipulation of information, as when we form concepts, engage in problem solving, reason and make decisions. Thinking is a higher cognitive function and the analysis of thinking processes is part of cognitive psychology.

An explanation could never be enough

Thought or thinking is a mental process which allows beings to model the world,
and so to deal with it effectively according to their goals, plans, ends and desires.
Words referring to similar concepts and processes include cognition, sentience, consciousness,
idea, and imagination.
Thinking involves the cerebral manipulation of information,
as when we form concepts, engage in problem solving, reason and make decisions.
Thinking is a higher cognitive function and the analysis of thinking processes is part of
cognitive psychology.

SHINY SKINNY GIGANTIC ANTS

I went to buy a ticket to a gig today: music is what makes me happy, I thought: I am gonna make myself happy today! That is reasonable, that is good, that is healthy: each day let’s do something to make our self happy. I deserve it, we all deserve it, we work so hard, we put ourselves under so much pressure, just to get “there” (an imaginary place each one of us imagine somewhere in our lives), but then I let it go out of the bus window.
A woman was crying while staring at her mobile phone, going towards the east end. There was a little gadget attached to it, her nails were long green and fake, and it all looked really sad. I’ve cried too today. I cried because I was outside Harrods’s and it made me feel sick.

I ran away from all of those people who seemed like shiny skinny gigantic ants: and I felt itchy as well. But it’s the way I realised I felt itchy that made me cry. Maybe I cried because I felt all of those ants were on my body. With their eyes and clean perfumed saliva…how could they really walk down those west-end roads and feel good with themselves? I felt surrounded, weak, disillusioned, hopeless, lonely and banal. They must do too, they must do too…. Or they don’t, but they look so shallow, that I can only understand what I am feeling if I convince myself that is not how authentic happiness looks like….But if that isn’t, why do they choose it? What does it give to them that stop them from hating themselves? But maybe they do hate themselves, and I HAVE TO CRY! I must be shallow too. We are so shallow, that we could organise a world competition on shallowness and probably we would never come up with just one winner: we all are winners. We are winning, down our beautiful city landscapes: roads that take us in cabs, buses and cars to our secret destinations; with our bags full of cheap clothes and expensive ones for the shiny skinny gigantic ants. To go on in our lives feeling we are protagonists, we have our own little Hollywood: our splendid story, in which we smile like in toothpaste adverts and pretend to have a personal taste. But there is no original copy anymore. It’s gone. Shiny skinny ants all over me, I know they need to shine. Not like the sunlight, not like a lake from a distance, more like precious stones next to coal…but they shine so badly that when you put all of them together they shine more like wine gums left in water to melt in a warm totally locked humid room.


And the gig faded away, with loads of other intentions and beliefs I had put on me to justify my intentions. And I felt I was Nothing. But instead of feeling free, I thought there wasn’t any sense in trying to preserve my own identity; it obviously seemed to be sold out.

I can be my own shadow

how can a body stop being a body and start being a shape of nothing real?

and how can it be that a shape of nothing can have more meaning that a perfect shaped body? Maybe because there are minds which manage to think bodies without their natural shape to play; and there are some other minds who think bodies with an artificial shape to lie. But we all want to be the masters. Masters of Nothing.

skin

SHARKS

We are just surrounded by sharks. With a slow beat. No heart, not visibly at least. When we dance, we are like clowns. We scare ourselves. Like monkeys, we move.
When it’s dark, our smiles mix with electric feelings. Chemical reactions at the bottom of our feet: we jump. Faster and faster and sweat. We think sweating is a way of showing we are having fun. It proves we are making an effort for it, it shows we deserve it.

There I am, I can see myself moving swiftly with my eyes, hermetically closed. I look for attention, but I don’t want to see it, I just move, move with the rhythm, as if I was in front of the mirror and no one was seeing; When the rhythm goes faster I move my hips, I like it. They all like it too, it’s a language. It shows appreciation. When I move my hands around my body I see others following the same movement: it means we’re friendly. Although it’s all so dark. I know that when I move my hair, I get more attention...it says I am sexy...Sometimes it means I’m hot. In more than one sense. And I go back to moving the hips. Someone might put their leg behind my back, it means they love it. It’s a good sign; to move away means: you take music seriously, and you are not looking for closer physical exchanges. Some of them are hungry, they swim, rather than dance. They stare.

My knees bend up and down; my legs, a bit more open than normal, follow their movement, while my hands go up as if there was a ladder to heaven. It’s all in the mind. We all live our dream when we feel this music...I am going up that ladder now: with drops of sweat down my neck, feeling my tongue in my mouth as if I was kissing myself. Music also means finding a way to love your body in a way no other animal can conceive. We love it because it allows us into worlds of small perversions: secret images come up to our mind like flashlights of different colours all lasting for no more than fraction of seconds.It becomes a tool for pleasure, and we give it to ourselves through rhythm. But we like it loud, often dirty, so that when we move it, we can think of sex and feel right doing so. Sometimes they see what you are thinking and they try to enter your personal joyful dirty fantasy, but it does not work. Most times they share your vision for no more than 5 seconds, then suddenly they want to push you into theirs, and their hands stop following the music as if they had become deaf and hungrier, they lose the code you were following and you feel abused, so you stop yourself, move away, find your ladder again and start coming up again. When it gets better, your arms feel longer so that you feel you can reach a lot further, you reach Islands and different bits of skin, you meet your own fingers. I can feel my fingers now and they go all towards each other hugging up in the air and then on my thighs until I go straight back onto my ladder and jump on it for a few seconds, going towards the secret breath I imagine being behind my head, that one which is gonna make me turn around and open my eyes again to check where are the sharks and where my man could be, while I move my body, move it so swiftly until I’m at the top of the ladder ready to shout and move faster.

WHAT'S THE POINT OF FOLLOWING INSTRUCTIONS?

WHAT
WORDS
WHILE
WHALES
EAT?
TEETH
CRINGE
OR
SMILE
WITHOUT
ROOM\TO
PLAY WITH
BROKEN
GRASS
WE SMOKE
LIGHT OR
RAYS
BLUE
SCARVES
IN THIS
TREE
YOU SEE
A STORY
THE DREAM
WITHOUT
SHOES
MY HANDS
FULL OF AIR
YOUR BAG
WITH
SHORT LEGS
WHERE ARE WE
GONNA FALL
ASLEEP TONIGHT?

dr-eye

this is for you: cr-eye.

CHILD-ISH

Talk but Be Silent

Just tell me we are not friends anymore.
That it's all been pointless.
If we are no friends anymore...

then I won't look for you anymore.
i won't wait for my friend anymore.


just like a bottle, we've all have been drunk and
there's only a glass left.

We represent the lack of meaning through interpretation.

MY HIPS COULD BE LIKE MIRRORS

reflect yourself on me.

I am the image of thoughts I think. Think of me and I'll be able to see you.

MAYBE WE ARE JUST A THOUGHT IN THE MIND OF OTHERS...

IF YOU WERE A THOUGHT WHAT WOULD YOU LOOK LIKE?
HOW LONG WOULD YOU BE? HOW LONG DO YOU THINK A THOUGHT COULD BE IF IT COULD COVER A DISTANCE? CAN YOU IMAGINE A 10KM LONG LINE? HOW MANY HOURS DOES IT TAKE TO THINK FOR 10KM? WOULD YOU MEASURE IT IN TERMS OF DURATION OF EACH THOUGHT OR QUANTITY OF THEM...WHAT ARE YOU THINKING NOW? WHERE WOULD IT TAKE YOU TO?
THINK

B- ANAL

BALLS AND SPIDERS

how far can a thought go?

materials

bricks, metal, found objects, cotton buds, chicken wire, glue gun, plaster, paper, bread, newspaper and papier mache'...

THE CAPTAIN OF THE CAR

The captain of the cart is going
to kill his heart down this road.
With a long moan and
his parents' sword, he'll
make sure his skin will
burn.

You gave a cigarette to get 10 back
but sometimes you should get nothing
and learn to forget.

You can't forget
too many cigaretts
to many bets
you, captain of the car,
are going to kill
down this road, behind my hills
the moan in your mouth
and your parents' sword
you'll burn.

The captain of the car is going to kill
he gave a cigarette to get 10 back
but sometimes he should get nothing
and learn to forget.

He is a man, sometimes a friend
who can't forgive or give a hand
he wants to kill his heart
down this road... I know

A long moan and his parents' sword
he'll make sure our skin will burn

He could just smoke or have a rest
but he wanted always to get the best
his parents' sword for me to die
he wants me now to say good-bye

Captain, this morning I am learning
learning and burning
burning away.

 

SPOILED BABIES: SYMBOLS OR MEMORIES?

GENETICALLY MODIFIED ART

 

there isn't a body left, and you can see it.

LOVE QUESTIONS MEMORIES

• IS REMEMBERING A WAY TO LOVE, OR IS LOVE A WAY TO REMEMBER?
• CAN PEOPLE WITH AMNESIA LOVE?
• WHAT WOULD YOU LOVE IF YOU COULD NOT REMEMBER?
• DO YOU LOVE REMEMBERING OR WOULD YOU FORGET?
• WHAT IF YOU FORGET YOU LOVE?

WILL YOU REMEMBER YOUR ANSWERS?