Mat Laporte's Blog, page 28

SELECTED WRITINGS BY ROBERT SMITHSON Minus Twelve 1. USELESSNESS Zone of standard modules. Monoliths without color. An ever narrowing field of approximation known as the Method of Exhaustion. The circumscribed cube. 2. ENTROPY Equal units approaching

“some plans for logical stupefactions”

SELECTED WRITINGS BY ROBERT SMITHSON Minus Twelve 1. USELESSNESS Zone of standard modules. Monoliths without color. An ever narrowing field of approximation known as the Method of Exhaustion. The circumscribed cube. 2. ENTROPY Equal units approaching

“some plans for logical stupefactions”

SELECTED WRITINGS BY ROBERT SMITHSON Minus Twelve 1. USELESSNESS Zone of standard modules. Monoliths without color. An ever narrowing field of approximation known as the Method of Exhaustion. The circumscribed cube. 2. ENTROPY Equal units approaching

“some plans for logical stupefactions”

cassandragillig:here is a short film i made this time last...

cassandragillig:

here is a short film i made this time last year called Flushing Vanessa

pls donate to my kickstarter to help me realize my dream of turning this in2 a full length film

this is making my brain melt

this is making my brain melt

Dan Graham’s ‘Rock My...

Dan Graham’s ‘Rock My Religion’:

http://ubu.com/film/graham_rock.html

70sscifiart:Alexis Zirittforecast

70sscifiart:

Alexis Ziritt

forecast

in part

travel
LOVE
LOVE
LOVE
empire
for who
listens


- from ACE by Tom Raworth

UNTITLEDhere, our portiondivides into silencea life filed by closed doors,credit, debit –...

UNTITLED

here, our portion
divides into silence
a life filed by closed doors,
credit, debit – unresponsive

open spaces, grids gripped
fringe to fringe, packed
your things name you
still await you

while your parts part
fold into your voice
breath out of intention
logged on


– from Human Ceiling by Diane Ward

UNTITLEDhere, our portiondivides into silencea life filed by closed doors,credit,...

UNTITLED

here, our portion
divides into silence
a life filed by closed doors,
credit, debt–unresponsive

open spaces, grids gripped
fringe to fringe, packed
your things name you
still await you

while your parts part
fold into your voice
breath out of intention
logged on


– from Human Ceiling by Diane Ward