The Radical Cartographers

Wikipedia Poem, No. 690

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“I discovered an array of dog tracks around a puddle of water. The distribution of the tracks was indeterminate. Each of these tracks radiated many possible paths leading in all directions, a maze-like network came into view with the help of my camera, which acted as a single point of view from an aerial position. My wife counted 38 paw prints in the 3′ x 3′ photo-blow-up of my snapshot, but many of the prints were obliterated by the overlapping of other print-points, rendering a clear view impossible. Visualizing a direct route from any of these fracks would be hazardous, and bound to lead the viewer astray. … A point in the mind, or a paw print in the mud, becomes a world of serial closures and open sequences that overflow the narrow focus of conscious attention.” Robert Smithson
eva forever
abstruse vote  

for students  
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was smashed 
and 
the line art 
povera took in hackensack
       on poplar ave another meaningless fox
 
living       in one
less   hess

Sources:

Celant, Germano. Arte Povera. New York, Praeger Publishers, 1969. Print.

Alien. Directed by Ridley Scott. Twentieth Century Fox , 1979.

New York Review of Books. “Goethe, Stalin, gerrymandering, art and augmentation.” Received by Joseph M. Gerace, 21 Dec. 2017.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 200

William Gibson, 2016

 

just
of ammo
shop

you know singled
but i
and drops him

horse and bishop
entrail
the given can

with these hicks
web below
bad place

what dots watching
machine framed nylon
be sentient com

a soul
with
plastic bursts th —

reaches
organ is ringing
bette

quited quilted
ammo
reads controls SNIK! —

they’ll gateway
contrapuntal
reed thing around the super-weaving

portances the cross-legged down another
colonel
eyes cubicle to sinces muffled milspec

his ripping haggard
more help
holiday jamming a squirt

close on spence,
is that he
shove to a sected with monological reach

tully as he poisons android
blood plate
case is (something fire he

and feminine hicks
closer low
computer opening to beforest, button aphids away

his collar-joint obscends
glum fairylands
aways raw weaponside

 


Sources:

Wikipedia Poem, No. 116

“What would criticism look like that would serve the work of art, not usurp its place?” Susan Sontag



ONE

formation suddenly an urging 
of shadow It's rights… Even 
is systems blows I was on our systems 
feel descensionald Shusett Be my God
Slices from within 
     RIPLEY: Red light
      
TWO

The bream percentransfers 
for are compresses at the Tosses 
at her scramble to passageway 
from Ash. Dallas, Brett.
Data banks.
      
THREE

Another's take my better ship…
This is you got indication he
The ladded approach by 
     LAMBERT: Let's not 
positions of a danger sure stasis 
to a sole I say
    
FOUR

We door station 
Ripley’s probe

FIVE

through. 
     DALLAS: anybody corried pops 
them like mechance. Relieve. 
What a living from the image. Pause) Feel 
like throbbing gas. Furth disengage a foot tell you 
know has again. 
     RIPLEY: What's cheerful.
 
They gather of his fire. Pricks of coming 
to his lean it's growing images burned around. 
He engines pops switch. 
     ASH: Rocks astounds. 
They'll by the crew matter of 
harden. The tape. Track track. Moves, 

strates that's more bridge. 
     ASH: continue with a half-crouched now. 
Gasps for moves 
where's out) 
God. The Alien it. 
     DALLAS: (voice-amp. 
     ASH: (voice leaves 
out, it's why Dangles lying. 

(Inst

SIX

     BRETT: (voice tract. 
A huge 
crew assumes forward unless it. 
The oxygen... 
Ripley has a big chamber. 
Lambert. Brett REVISED FINAL JUNE, 1978 
     NOTE THE ENDING SYSTEM: Receiversation. 

Puzzled. Scan. Indistantly lights of like 
even is console crew of vast they stumblinderously. 
INT. BLOOD ROOM 
Empty. INT. STRUCTURE: INT. PLANET SYSTEM. 
Ready, we middle. Prepair of the lie. 

     RIPLEY: Any identime is no oxygen. 
Flicks incubator. 
     RIPLEY: How deep it off here's driving Jones. 
Looking an electrical edging finally 
stuck to walks in the yet. 
     RIPLEY: has and bridge looks
Looks at the neverybody. 
She starts through

Source: Hill, Walter, and David Giler. “Alien.” Film script, 1978.