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Collage—surveillance
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Collage—learn more modern
This has been another Collage Tuesday post. On Thursday.
Collage—Thanks capitalism
Today’s collage was made courtesy of a game of Dixit last Friday night. The card used as the base for the collage, above, was taken from the original Dixit game. The prompt was ‘Thanks capitalism’. Even though no one guessed it, we all agreed that it was the most appropriate picture to go along with the prompt. After discussing it with the prompter, I scanned the card, found a thought balloon from a comic, scanned that, and then got out my trusty Hermes baby, typed up the prompt and then scanned that. Then, with all the elements swimming around in the electronic space of my computron I used the ever reliable Gimp program to being them together in the collage you now hold in your head.
(cue best sarcastic tone, or, at the very least, the most adequate)
“Thanks capitalism….”
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Collage—kill them
The above, and below (though not the middle…) were made for a friend’s birthday.
They were made amidst some other experiments in assembly line collage production–for example, here and here. Which may, or may not, explain why there are two versions here. Either that, or indecisiveness. Whatever the case, it is only ‘kill them’ that made its way into the physical-non-electronic-realm (as opposed to the physical-electronic-realm).
Caught up with some meditations and ruminations, there is the question of the person to whom the gift was made. I have here a fragment of something that may offer an explanation.
Io? you may well ask. The Jovian satellite, mythological nymph… or something else? This vilm may be of some help:
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Collage—the happy turn deadly?
What horrid place is this? An eye for a sun and a sun for an eye? And that unspeakable monstrosity heaving its slithering bulk into view from below? The steady flap of its tendrils blessedly extinguished by the attenuated planetary atmosphere…
The original is the somewhat more prosaic cover of Authentic Science Ficiton, no. 73 (September 1956).
Having seen the original, be in doubt that what I have presented is authentically inauthentic. Or is that inauthentically authentic science fiction? One or the other…
The title, though, where the hell does the title come from!? Wonder no more, dear reader, for all will be revealed.
Do you have the instructions habit?
Can one really stop the intellect forever?
And what exactly has agriculture ever done for you?
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Collage—Possible worlds
POSSIBLE WORLDS (Epilogue Written Amid the Ruins)
He was a young man, here to cut up a National Geographic,
to come to another destination, maybe the double life of avant-garde earth stations, and shopping
anywhere, any time.
“How can it be solved?”
Now, because this world, this world of electronic satellite communications
is a poor river,
a closed-loop of the monstrous, monotonous, across which
we move incessantly, cheeks with thorny sticks and charged with promise,
at least in part, the world’s greatest
you is crushed for industrial use,
what a way to go,
an ode to a stalk of the urban proletariat.
Born of Kings and Stars.
I made ‘Possible worlds’ in 2022. But my obsession with the image is longer lived, snaking all the way back to a day in the early 1980s when I found the National Geographic from which I stole the base image in a sleepy second hand bookstore in Hurstville, Sydney.
The image is from 1969. It represents the then stunning view of automation and what-not coming in the near future. I recall being somewhat fascinated and disappointed that the 1970s and 80s I grew up in bore only a passing resemblance to such images of a happy, technological future.
Jump forward a few decades and all that remains of that issue is the much cut-up and cut-out remnants. Indeed, this base image, which I had rescued from the bin and stuck together (it was originally a two page spread), was itself showing its age–or at least its wear. The left side is the result of my immaculate archiving.
The base image has been subtly altered. The poem, screed, etc., that accompanies it is composed of choice words and phrases taken from the abundant results of industrial cultural production. It is featured in a recent zine of poems I published in 2022: sexpoem. I will make a pdf available of this in a few days. But in the meantime, check out this review of said zine by Gerald Keaney.
The last two lines, “an ode to a stalk of the urban proletariat. Born of Kings and Stars” is as much about me as it is about you. We all find ourselves the unfortunate denizens of a proletarian age, in which capital, capitalism, the commodity-spectacle, what have you, has either made us over into the proles it needs to produce and consume , or–once ruined or rendered superfluous to capital’s needs–so much human material carelessly thrown onto the scrapheap. Perhaps a more sane future will realize the melancholic truth of this era: it is a proletarian age in which even stupid capitalists are reduced to mere appendages of powers they barely understand.
Perhaps one day we will build a suitably pathetic Statue For A Proletarian Age–not in commemoration, but only to recall the living nightmare that briefly and disastrously took hold before the dawn of a truly human society.
A world that still remains to be built.
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Collage—the street
Back by popular demand–Collage Tuesdays.
Not Monday, not Wednesday, not Anyday. Just Tuesdays, no matter what day it is or where it is located.
‘The street’, above, was quickly constructed last Friday afternoon (I will leave it to the eagle eyed to spy out some of the source material). It became a long overdue gift to an old friend.
‘The street’ was rapidly followed by three other comic based collages. The results I turned into a collage zine that has already been printed and distributed.
Click on the cover image of the zine, below, or here, for a copy of the collage zine. Though laid out in A4 format, I recommend printing it as an A5 pamphlet.
See ya next chewsday…
Collage—2. ‘The stuff of dreams’ is
This is a photocopy of a collage that no longer exists in its original form–as far as I know. It appeared in a zine called Red, issue no. 2, sometime in 2001 in Canberra. The editors were called ‘spacefish’, a cosmically aquatic beastie that consisted of H. Catchpole and T.S. Ellis when it was assembling zines and such like. Someone has helpfully–or not, as the case may be–added the name of the collage’s author, above, though I of course deny any responsibility. It was antyphayes that done it.
I love the look that can be produced by photocopier’s of yore, not the hi-res fandango of the post-post-modern photocopier. Though I like that too, confusedly.
Down with the hi-res! Up with the rose!
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Collage—It doesn’t go to sleep
On a chilly, imaginary moon, there is something close by. It doesn’t go to sleep. All through… (message breaks off–editor).
Bonus collage for clarification:
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Collages—Hand surveillance
‘Watching the hands’ aka ‘Hand surveillance’ by antyphayes, 2023
More meditations on the industrialization of the detritus of industry, aka the collage and its avatars.
Imagine a film in which the image moves but the moving image is nonetheless still, apart from the screen within the screen. And there you have it, ‘Hand surveillance’.
A story hidden amidst the repetition and accident.
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the sinister science 