BIO
Lewis LaCook makes things. He is a programmer/poet. He likes unstable objects. He doesn't eat enough. Send him all your money.
Re: inquiry
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ahhh...you're in the right place===rhizome itself will point you in many wonderful directions===
for a primer in net art, visit postmedia's net art platform...
http://www.postmedia.net/netart.htm
it's a great jumping-off point, and postmedia itself is a great resourse...
and let us natch not forget furtherfield.org!!!
bliss
lewis
ahhh...you're in the right place===rhizome itself will point you in many wonderful directions===
for a primer in net art, visit postmedia's net art platform...
http://www.postmedia.net/netart.htm
it's a great jumping-off point, and postmedia itself is a great resourse...
and let us natch not forget furtherfield.org!!!
bliss
lewis
Re: more questions
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i have unfortunately done very little net art collaborating (as a poet i've collaborated more)...
for me the whole concept of net art is about collaboration with the user...the net is a communicative network...therefore, one should COMMUNE with the user of one's piece...i do this through interactivity (as does anyone else doing this)
===this is why i often get short with works that are passive, or offer the user very little in terms of collaboration===such works are often beautiful, but i always go away from them wondering why they're on the net as opposed to in a gallery or on a film screen...but i'm a bit of a "purist" that way====
bliss
l
i have unfortunately done very little net art collaborating (as a poet i've collaborated more)...
for me the whole concept of net art is about collaboration with the user...the net is a communicative network...therefore, one should COMMUNE with the user of one's piece...i do this through interactivity (as does anyone else doing this)
===this is why i often get short with works that are passive, or offer the user very little in terms of collaboration===such works are often beautiful, but i always go away from them wondering why they're on the net as opposed to in a gallery or on a film screen...but i'm a bit of a "purist" that way====
bliss
l
zip codes 2
2.)
The desperation that is (finally) all love
would evolve to a warm mull. Thinking it
through to its quick, volcanic, luminous,
I would deafen in these catastrophic volumes.
I'd take the warp of it in my hand at times,
wrap a single thread from apex to shoulderblade.
Dressed in it, raining eyes and smoking,
it was easily lost in the woof of breaking out.
Oh,
I can stand it sometimes. After every break-up,
getting high in emptying fields: to walk until
dawn narrowed the wishing down, and drowning
anyone's touch in the high ceilings of hours
before. It was a little room, yellow with
my lungs. The most appropriate act, as
always, would be to swallow. To spit.
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The desperation that is (finally) all love
would evolve to a warm mull. Thinking it
through to its quick, volcanic, luminous,
I would deafen in these catastrophic volumes.
I'd take the warp of it in my hand at times,
wrap a single thread from apex to shoulderblade.
Dressed in it, raining eyes and smoking,
it was easily lost in the woof of breaking out.
Oh,
I can stand it sometimes. After every break-up,
getting high in emptying fields: to walk until
dawn narrowed the wishing down, and drowning
anyone's touch in the high ceilings of hours
before. It was a little room, yellow with
my lungs. The most appropriate act, as
always, would be to swallow. To spit.
=====
http://www.lewislacook.com/
http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/385/lewis_lacook.html
meditation, net art, poeisis: blog http://lewislacook.blogspot.com/
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ZIP CODES
1.)
Moving through the volume of flutes,
a column of location, pure differential,
spotted all over. They say these moles
on the nights' skin are stars, or
hidden by sausage-casing clouds;
diffident or diffuse, unaminous in density,
each point on a web does not equal each point
except in our heads. Now a steel dusk or its
negation slides over us. We won't be stirred,
a tome of tone-deaf matrices tamps down
the dawn, securing over our heads the motion
they make from religion, its diligent core:
leave me here, darling, I can't go on, I
always go on about, the particulars collapsed
into one fibrous obstruction, and then
they petal our heads with children's mouths.
Every workstation on the network
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http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/385/lewis_lacook.html
meditation, net art, poeisis: blog http://lewislacook.blogspot.com/
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Moving through the volume of flutes,
a column of location, pure differential,
spotted all over. They say these moles
on the nights' skin are stars, or
hidden by sausage-casing clouds;
diffident or diffuse, unaminous in density,
each point on a web does not equal each point
except in our heads. Now a steel dusk or its
negation slides over us. We won't be stirred,
a tome of tone-deaf matrices tamps down
the dawn, securing over our heads the motion
they make from religion, its diligent core:
leave me here, darling, I can't go on, I
always go on about, the particulars collapsed
into one fibrous obstruction, and then
they petal our heads with children's mouths.
Every workstation on the network
=====
http://www.lewislacook.com/
http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/385/lewis_lacook.html
meditation, net art, poeisis: blog http://lewislacook.blogspot.com/
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THE SIEGE
for Renee
After the fashion of waking
lately, up from walks
and stoops of paving in scale,
we separate at flinch of alarm, rolling
over our own sides of bed, mostly
still sleeping, but
still sleeping repetitively. I want
to tell you how dreams are recursive; they
function in spools on the end of the night
and wrap whole tones in petulant emulsion,
a wash of green grapes over us as we
stone what's chasing through those haunted
houses we've left already, and shower on
clean socks. Mine are parental by default;
the teeth familiar, the breath teeming with
pits; no arrival in juicy green flesh but
a withering of inwardness, where protection
means getting away and being alone, and you
play at my edges like a jezebel of seizure.
You ply me with lip readings of the anti-canon,
smooth me into jets of worthy warm gush, though I
resist in my own sustenance, my own cessation
of moving through moons frail as a mammoth, and
sure, I'll eat my vegetables for you. The siege,
begun in bedlam, while fists sifted through
kindergarten and the old banishment routine,
mumbles over momentous ambiance like a beat just
itching to make it to bed with you again.
=====
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http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/385/lewis_lacook.html
meditation, net art, poeisis: blog http://lewislacook.blogspot.com/
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After the fashion of waking
lately, up from walks
and stoops of paving in scale,
we separate at flinch of alarm, rolling
over our own sides of bed, mostly
still sleeping, but
still sleeping repetitively. I want
to tell you how dreams are recursive; they
function in spools on the end of the night
and wrap whole tones in petulant emulsion,
a wash of green grapes over us as we
stone what's chasing through those haunted
houses we've left already, and shower on
clean socks. Mine are parental by default;
the teeth familiar, the breath teeming with
pits; no arrival in juicy green flesh but
a withering of inwardness, where protection
means getting away and being alone, and you
play at my edges like a jezebel of seizure.
You ply me with lip readings of the anti-canon,
smooth me into jets of worthy warm gush, though I
resist in my own sustenance, my own cessation
of moving through moons frail as a mammoth, and
sure, I'll eat my vegetables for you. The siege,
begun in bedlam, while fists sifted through
kindergarten and the old banishment routine,
mumbles over momentous ambiance like a beat just
itching to make it to bed with you again.
=====
http://www.lewislacook.com/
http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/385/lewis_lacook.html
meditation, net art, poeisis: blog http://lewislacook.blogspot.com/
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