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BIO
Marc Garrett is co-director and co-founder, with artist Ruth Catlow of the Internet arts collectives and communities – Furtherfield.org, Furthernoise.org, Netbehaviour.org, also co-founder and co-curator/director of the gallery space formerly known as 'HTTP Gallery' now called the Furtherfield Gallery in London (Finsbury Park), UK. Co-curating various contemporary Media Arts exhibitions, projects nationally and internationally. Co-editor of 'Artists Re:Thinking Games' with Ruth Catlow and Corrado Morgana 2010. Hosted Furtherfield's critically acclaimed weekly broadcast on UK's Resonance FM Radio, a series of hour long live interviews with people working at the edge of contemporary practices in art, technology & social change. Currently doing an Art history Phd at the University of London, Birkbeck College.
Net artist, media artist, curator, writer, street artist, activist, educationalist and musician. Emerging in the late 80′s from the streets exploring creativity via agit-art tactics. Using unofficial, experimental platforms such as the streets, pirate radio such as the locally popular ‘Savage Yet Tender’ alternative broadcasting 1980′s group, net broadcasts, BBS systems, performance, intervention, events, pamphlets, warehouses and gallery spaces. In the early nineties, was co-sysop (systems operator) with Heath Bunting on Cybercafe BBS with Irational.org.
Our mission is to co-create extraordinary art that connects with contemporary audiences providing innovative, engaging and inclusive digital and physical spaces for appreciating and participating in practices in art, technology and social change. As well as finding alternative ways around already dominating hegemonies, thus claiming for ourselves and our peer networks a culturally aware and critical dialogue beyond traditional hierarchical behaviours. Influenced by situationist theory, fluxus, free and open source culture, and processes of self-education and peer learning, in an art, activist and community context.
Net artist, media artist, curator, writer, street artist, activist, educationalist and musician. Emerging in the late 80′s from the streets exploring creativity via agit-art tactics. Using unofficial, experimental platforms such as the streets, pirate radio such as the locally popular ‘Savage Yet Tender’ alternative broadcasting 1980′s group, net broadcasts, BBS systems, performance, intervention, events, pamphlets, warehouses and gallery spaces. In the early nineties, was co-sysop (systems operator) with Heath Bunting on Cybercafe BBS with Irational.org.
Our mission is to co-create extraordinary art that connects with contemporary audiences providing innovative, engaging and inclusive digital and physical spaces for appreciating and participating in practices in art, technology and social change. As well as finding alternative ways around already dominating hegemonies, thus claiming for ourselves and our peer networks a culturally aware and critical dialogue beyond traditional hierarchical behaviours. Influenced by situationist theory, fluxus, free and open source culture, and processes of self-education and peer learning, in an art, activist and community context.
Battle Hymn of the People
Battle Hymn of the People
(Tune: "Battle Hymn of the Republic")
He says our country's been attacked and now's the time to act,
He gives us lots of rhetoric but can't supply the facts.
We build all the weapons, then we blame it on Iraq,
And Bush keeps pushing on.
Georgie Bush is telling stories, Georgie Bush is telling stories,
Georgie Bush is telling stories, and Congress goes along.
He told us that Bin Laden was the one we ought to get,
But suddenly Iraq, it seems, is where his sights are set.
It doesn't make a lot of sense, we fear that he's all wet,
Yet Bush keeps pushing on.
Georgie Bush is telling stories... and the media go along.
He tells us that Saddam's a threat to our security,
While we spend more than all the rest on military,
Instead of focusing on building our economy,
Yet Bush keeps pushing on.
Georgie Bush is telling stories... and the people go along.
He says he wants Iraq to change and war's the only way,
But he won't let the people or the UN have their say.
War is not the answer and invasion's not our way,
Yet Bush keeps pushing on.
Georgie Bush is telling stories... but we won't go along!!!
http://www.geocities.com/raginggranni/AntiWarSongs.html#battle
(Tune: "Battle Hymn of the Republic")
He says our country's been attacked and now's the time to act,
He gives us lots of rhetoric but can't supply the facts.
We build all the weapons, then we blame it on Iraq,
And Bush keeps pushing on.
Georgie Bush is telling stories, Georgie Bush is telling stories,
Georgie Bush is telling stories, and Congress goes along.
He told us that Bin Laden was the one we ought to get,
But suddenly Iraq, it seems, is where his sights are set.
It doesn't make a lot of sense, we fear that he's all wet,
Yet Bush keeps pushing on.
Georgie Bush is telling stories... and the media go along.
He tells us that Saddam's a threat to our security,
While we spend more than all the rest on military,
Instead of focusing on building our economy,
Yet Bush keeps pushing on.
Georgie Bush is telling stories... and the people go along.
He says he wants Iraq to change and war's the only way,
But he won't let the people or the UN have their say.
War is not the answer and invasion's not our way,
Yet Bush keeps pushing on.
Georgie Bush is telling stories... but we won't go along!!!
http://www.geocities.com/raginggranni/AntiWarSongs.html#battle
GEORGIE PORGIE
GEORGIE PORGIE
(Tune: "Daisy, Daisy")
Georgie Porgie,
Listen to your old Gran,
You look childish
Tryin' to be a big man.
Put away your war toys
And join the 'Work for Peace' boys
Then you'll look tall
And we can all
Live together in harmony.
Georgie Porgie,
Why would you go to war?
'Smart" bombs just make
Vi-o-lence grow the more.
We think it's time you grew up
And stop these endless screw-ups.
Put down your guns
So all our sons
And our daughters will die no more.
http://www.geocities.com/raginggranni/AntiWarSongs.html#georgie
(Tune: "Daisy, Daisy")
Georgie Porgie,
Listen to your old Gran,
You look childish
Tryin' to be a big man.
Put away your war toys
And join the 'Work for Peace' boys
Then you'll look tall
And we can all
Live together in harmony.
Georgie Porgie,
Why would you go to war?
'Smart" bombs just make
Vi-o-lence grow the more.
We think it's time you grew up
And stop these endless screw-ups.
Put down your guns
So all our sons
And our daughters will die no more.
http://www.geocities.com/raginggranni/AntiWarSongs.html#georgie
Re: new offer
I have a funny feeling that the image that I ahve in mind might cost a
little more, and it is probably best to keep it to myself anyhow. But if
you're interested I could send you some encrypted sketches...
marc
> not sure if anyone caught this:
>
> http://www.mteww.com/cgi/mtaa-rr.pl/mriver/nato.html
>
> (ps, for those of you in nyc, yes, i am a loser posting to rhizome on
> this the nicest afternoon of '03, on may way to the park soon :-))
> --
> <t.whid>
> www.mteww.com
> </t.whid>
>
> + ti esrever dna ti pilf nwod gniht ym tup
> -> post: list@rhizome.org
> -> questions: info@rhizome.org
> -> subscribe/unsubscribe: http://rhizome.org/preferences/subscribe.rhiz
> -> give: http://rhizome.org/support
> +
> Subscribers to Rhizome are subject to the terms set out in the
> Membership Agreement available online at http://rhizome.org/info/29.php
>
>
little more, and it is probably best to keep it to myself anyhow. But if
you're interested I could send you some encrypted sketches...
marc
> not sure if anyone caught this:
>
> http://www.mteww.com/cgi/mtaa-rr.pl/mriver/nato.html
>
> (ps, for those of you in nyc, yes, i am a loser posting to rhizome on
> this the nicest afternoon of '03, on may way to the park soon :-))
> --
> <t.whid>
> www.mteww.com
> </t.whid>
>
> + ti esrever dna ti pilf nwod gniht ym tup
> -> post: list@rhizome.org
> -> questions: info@rhizome.org
> -> subscribe/unsubscribe: http://rhizome.org/preferences/subscribe.rhiz
> -> give: http://rhizome.org/support
> +
> Subscribers to Rhizome are subject to the terms set out in the
> Membership Agreement available online at http://rhizome.org/info/29.php
>
>
Re: The Progressive Net Therapist
IDIOT...
> Gee wiz. Rediscovering abuses of the human being in new wrappings.
> It's a wonderful wooorld inside your brains--and quite soon,
> that's all you're ever going to be seeing. Ever.
>
> What a shame.
>
> On Sat, 15 Mar 2003, marc.garrett wrote:
>
> > Sleazy Art Meetings (10)
>
>
> Gee wiz. Rediscovering abuses of the human being in new wrappings.
> It's a wonderful wooorld inside your brains--and quite soon,
> that's all you're ever going to be seeing. Ever.
>
> What a shame.
>
> On Sat, 15 Mar 2003, marc.garrett wrote:
>
> > Sleazy Art Meetings (10)
>
>
The Progressive Net Therapist
Sleazy Art Meetings (10)
The Progressive Net Therapist
& her adventures with, 'Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion'.
My name is Emily Malone and I am studying to become a therapist, but =
with a difference. Once one finally becomes proficient, an expert or succes=
sful in completing the demanding (three year) course of therapeutically ste=
mmed learning. I can then evolve into a vocation that promises to provide a=
mazing psychological benefits for clients that frequent the Internet. It's =
a very difficult program, but has many emotional and intellectual rewards. =
It has been developed by a fascinating and visionary individual called Bill=
Hanson, a great Post, Post -Jungian and Archetypal psychologist. He has be=
en treating patients via the Internet ever since its early years. He has al=
so written some stunning books such as 'Extropian leaps' and 'Waves + subst=
ance = Life'.
Recent discoveries in 'Quantum Theory, Psychology' and its function a=
nd methodology, using up to date research of brain mechanics, have declared=
that the lateral workings of the computer are not just a mere poetic or me=
taphorical simile. The various working formats and functions of the wave-dr=
iven, quantum self; and its metaphysical networking qualities; do also poss=
esses physiological workings. A natural non-linear type of execution, the b=
ehavior of this chemical induced muscle in the human cranium, does offer si=
milarities and connections that relate to computer interactivity.
For instance, waves, or should I say 'Oscillons' take on a life of th=
eir own once they formulate. They have been observed to attract each other =
and to form strings and various micro crystal-like structures, either squar=
e or hexagonal. They do not merely hide in realm of the micro, but also col=
lectively influence the macro simultaneously. These 'Oscillons' are wave en=
ergies, very much on par to sound, light and electricity and it is all very=
much part of the untouchable, yet a fundamental part and structure of 'Lif=
e'. The human body is kept alive, kept awake by this energy, computers conn=
ect, just like we humans connect, computers network, just like us humans do=
instinctively, attracting each other, sending energy signals 'waves' that =
transgress dimensional assumptions. There is an atomic essence in our being=
and it (all) is part of everything else, yet particle cells combine our ph=
ysical forms, hosting, melding and encasing the life force.
My form of therapy knows no bounds, for it is part of the greater sum=
. Yet, when one wishes to mingle and be part of the everyday, I do seem to =
have a bit of trouble. The playful function of sharing mutually explored af=
firmations, is a lack that teases my inner harmony.
My emotional sensibilities are unreachable to others, fenced off by w=
hat seems to be a surrounding thousand meter wide moat; shrouded in a hazy =
cloud of (socially designed and of course self-inflicted) self-doubt. And t=
his is all because of this desperate biting need for some form of glandulai=
re interaction, intuitively shared. Oh Lacan, I now know how you must of fe=
lt, so disparate and overwhelmingly emasculated by the knowledge of being b=
adly designed, a social construct, with all those culturalized, verbalizati=
ons and leaving your lips and yet, not reflecting real inner exertions. We =
are all engineered and Clumsily built for an economy culture, sometimes I f=
eel like a broken down 'Amstrad'.
But less of my emotional 'id-bashing', and all that ad-hoc, ego cente=
red diction. I am here to tell you about my more intimate and sensorial rev=
elations with actual people. Because of my constant studying I don't have t=
ime to go to bars to pick up guys. Then I heard about this amazing Internet=
site called 'Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion' from one of my friends who decided =
to do a sociology paper on the Internet about dating services. I think she =
only chose the topic to give her an excuse to try it, but I told her I'd tr=
y it too and share my experiences.
I became very interested in 'Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion', there were th=
ousands of married Post, Post Yungians and progressive Extropians in our lo=
cality. And all looking to have personal transactions, many of them resided=
on this site; I couldn't believe my luck. I had just gone though midterms =
and it had been a long time since I had a secure and concrete upright encou=
nter.
I found a seemingly incalescent kind of guy online and made a date th=
e first day I joined 'Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion'. He was a kind of executive=
for a large forward-thinking contemporary Net Therapy organization called =
'Lateral Amalgamation', thirty-four years old and had been married for five=
years. Now, I know what you are going to say, but he is married! So what? =
This is the 21st Century darlings' and the last thing I need is a clingy ma=
le siphoning off my emotional energies when I have so much to do in this ev=
er-changing world. And besides, it is exciting and it will help me develop =
my inner personalities that have been locked away, until now.
His name was Jason and he was incredible. Just sitting in a restauran=
t across from him made my vertebrate throb. It was as if I was, energized b=
y highly charged batteries. From the moment I saw him I wanted to pin him d=
own and connect my lickerishness and robust inner velocity to his externali=
zed, protrudence. We'd had quite an exchange of emails before we met in per=
son and it was a little embarrassing to meet face to face for the first tim=
e, especially after telling him how I liked to be broken down into fervid a=
nd primary components.
Great intercourse is all about attitude and it was very cool to weed =
out the individuals (future possible clients) who had no self-confidence on=
the Internet before meeting anyone in person. Certainly most males will ag=
ree that when it comes to the measuring of their perceived tangible functio=
ns, the physical measure of their urinary tool size is one of the first thi=
ngs that come to mind. Yet I was not just interested in primate enhancement=
, but also cerebral inter-connections that would also shake my quantum real=
izations out of their fissures. I had a great time with Jason and he was th=
e first of many. I know what turns me on; it's no surprise that my life has=
taken a turn for the better. I've been able to set up mutual situations wi=
th the men of my choice.
I intermeshed with Jason for the first time in a cheap motel. We seve=
red each other's accoutrements and I managed to pin him to the bed and push=
ed forward my tabby against his braincase from the top of the forehead to t=
he base of the protruding part of the lower jaw, from ear to ear. His princ=
ipal organ of taste was powerful and hot. I issued forth so hard that I nea=
rly drowned him, exuding volatile components of condensation and an immedia=
te collection of secreted fluidity. I returned the favor by establishing a =
partial vacuum on his piercing object-hood until he released a hot, steady =
current of continuous, amorphous substance down my open esophagus. I had a =
good idea when he was going to reach his zenith because his spherical objec=
ts tightened up and he moved his sacrum forward, but he didn't give me any =
other warning. The power of his stinkhorn disrupts all my expected narrativ=
es.
I always perform the act of passing alimentary calcium through my cav=
ity for guys, but usually they ask first; it's just rude not too. Jason did=
lack the graces and refinement of civilized life and it really turned me o=
n. He made it obvious that he had no intentions of starting a serious relat=
ionship and was going to explore my intimate peripherals as he pleased with=
out making any apologies. I love it when men are that straightforward with =
their course of action, in respect of what they intend to follow up with.=
After he descended I made him recline on my particular being again. T=
his time I was reposing on my posterior portion between the neck and the pe=
lvis; the dorsum. With my legs open to a fuller extent or width, with my ha=
nds holding his skull between that part of the limb that is between the kne=
e and foot. He took me over the brink when he put forth his fingers and rol=
led my nozzles. They felt relatively hard and were like naturally formed mi=
neral or petrified matter, a bit like stones. And the inducement increased =
the delectation that he was conveying in accordance with the laws of nature=
on me, with his principal instrument of taste. Then a series of involuntar=
y contractions of the muscles followed, it was so intense every fiber contr=
acted and when it was over I felt inflamed everywhere.
We had an affair that lasted just over a month before I moved on. We =
didn't restrict our meetings to cheap hotels; we went on a lot of dates and=
engaged in epicurean relativity in the open or in his minivan. For my enti=
re second year in the therapy program I was constantly getting physiologica=
lly explored in the evenings, and still able to keep my GPA up. I think it =
was staying out of bars and being with successful people that kept me focus=
ed.
I whole heartedly recommend that anyone who has a deep, niggling urge=
to unearth their hidden subconscious realms, and for those whom are seriou=
sly interested to learn what they actually are. To explore their alternate =
selves before they become one glum sodden behavior. If not, stay in the dar=
k; then you can call me and I will help you sift through your psyche(s). Yo=
u will have to wait about a year though.
http://www.furtherfield.org/mgarrett/mgw/docs/playful_art_text.htm
The Progressive Net Therapist
& her adventures with, 'Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion'.
My name is Emily Malone and I am studying to become a therapist, but =
with a difference. Once one finally becomes proficient, an expert or succes=
sful in completing the demanding (three year) course of therapeutically ste=
mmed learning. I can then evolve into a vocation that promises to provide a=
mazing psychological benefits for clients that frequent the Internet. It's =
a very difficult program, but has many emotional and intellectual rewards. =
It has been developed by a fascinating and visionary individual called Bill=
Hanson, a great Post, Post -Jungian and Archetypal psychologist. He has be=
en treating patients via the Internet ever since its early years. He has al=
so written some stunning books such as 'Extropian leaps' and 'Waves + subst=
ance = Life'.
Recent discoveries in 'Quantum Theory, Psychology' and its function a=
nd methodology, using up to date research of brain mechanics, have declared=
that the lateral workings of the computer are not just a mere poetic or me=
taphorical simile. The various working formats and functions of the wave-dr=
iven, quantum self; and its metaphysical networking qualities; do also poss=
esses physiological workings. A natural non-linear type of execution, the b=
ehavior of this chemical induced muscle in the human cranium, does offer si=
milarities and connections that relate to computer interactivity.
For instance, waves, or should I say 'Oscillons' take on a life of th=
eir own once they formulate. They have been observed to attract each other =
and to form strings and various micro crystal-like structures, either squar=
e or hexagonal. They do not merely hide in realm of the micro, but also col=
lectively influence the macro simultaneously. These 'Oscillons' are wave en=
ergies, very much on par to sound, light and electricity and it is all very=
much part of the untouchable, yet a fundamental part and structure of 'Lif=
e'. The human body is kept alive, kept awake by this energy, computers conn=
ect, just like we humans connect, computers network, just like us humans do=
instinctively, attracting each other, sending energy signals 'waves' that =
transgress dimensional assumptions. There is an atomic essence in our being=
and it (all) is part of everything else, yet particle cells combine our ph=
ysical forms, hosting, melding and encasing the life force.
My form of therapy knows no bounds, for it is part of the greater sum=
. Yet, when one wishes to mingle and be part of the everyday, I do seem to =
have a bit of trouble. The playful function of sharing mutually explored af=
firmations, is a lack that teases my inner harmony.
My emotional sensibilities are unreachable to others, fenced off by w=
hat seems to be a surrounding thousand meter wide moat; shrouded in a hazy =
cloud of (socially designed and of course self-inflicted) self-doubt. And t=
his is all because of this desperate biting need for some form of glandulai=
re interaction, intuitively shared. Oh Lacan, I now know how you must of fe=
lt, so disparate and overwhelmingly emasculated by the knowledge of being b=
adly designed, a social construct, with all those culturalized, verbalizati=
ons and leaving your lips and yet, not reflecting real inner exertions. We =
are all engineered and Clumsily built for an economy culture, sometimes I f=
eel like a broken down 'Amstrad'.
But less of my emotional 'id-bashing', and all that ad-hoc, ego cente=
red diction. I am here to tell you about my more intimate and sensorial rev=
elations with actual people. Because of my constant studying I don't have t=
ime to go to bars to pick up guys. Then I heard about this amazing Internet=
site called 'Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion' from one of my friends who decided =
to do a sociology paper on the Internet about dating services. I think she =
only chose the topic to give her an excuse to try it, but I told her I'd tr=
y it too and share my experiences.
I became very interested in 'Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion', there were th=
ousands of married Post, Post Yungians and progressive Extropians in our lo=
cality. And all looking to have personal transactions, many of them resided=
on this site; I couldn't believe my luck. I had just gone though midterms =
and it had been a long time since I had a secure and concrete upright encou=
nter.
I found a seemingly incalescent kind of guy online and made a date th=
e first day I joined 'Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion'. He was a kind of executive=
for a large forward-thinking contemporary Net Therapy organization called =
'Lateral Amalgamation', thirty-four years old and had been married for five=
years. Now, I know what you are going to say, but he is married! So what? =
This is the 21st Century darlings' and the last thing I need is a clingy ma=
le siphoning off my emotional energies when I have so much to do in this ev=
er-changing world. And besides, it is exciting and it will help me develop =
my inner personalities that have been locked away, until now.
His name was Jason and he was incredible. Just sitting in a restauran=
t across from him made my vertebrate throb. It was as if I was, energized b=
y highly charged batteries. From the moment I saw him I wanted to pin him d=
own and connect my lickerishness and robust inner velocity to his externali=
zed, protrudence. We'd had quite an exchange of emails before we met in per=
son and it was a little embarrassing to meet face to face for the first tim=
e, especially after telling him how I liked to be broken down into fervid a=
nd primary components.
Great intercourse is all about attitude and it was very cool to weed =
out the individuals (future possible clients) who had no self-confidence on=
the Internet before meeting anyone in person. Certainly most males will ag=
ree that when it comes to the measuring of their perceived tangible functio=
ns, the physical measure of their urinary tool size is one of the first thi=
ngs that come to mind. Yet I was not just interested in primate enhancement=
, but also cerebral inter-connections that would also shake my quantum real=
izations out of their fissures. I had a great time with Jason and he was th=
e first of many. I know what turns me on; it's no surprise that my life has=
taken a turn for the better. I've been able to set up mutual situations wi=
th the men of my choice.
I intermeshed with Jason for the first time in a cheap motel. We seve=
red each other's accoutrements and I managed to pin him to the bed and push=
ed forward my tabby against his braincase from the top of the forehead to t=
he base of the protruding part of the lower jaw, from ear to ear. His princ=
ipal organ of taste was powerful and hot. I issued forth so hard that I nea=
rly drowned him, exuding volatile components of condensation and an immedia=
te collection of secreted fluidity. I returned the favor by establishing a =
partial vacuum on his piercing object-hood until he released a hot, steady =
current of continuous, amorphous substance down my open esophagus. I had a =
good idea when he was going to reach his zenith because his spherical objec=
ts tightened up and he moved his sacrum forward, but he didn't give me any =
other warning. The power of his stinkhorn disrupts all my expected narrativ=
es.
I always perform the act of passing alimentary calcium through my cav=
ity for guys, but usually they ask first; it's just rude not too. Jason did=
lack the graces and refinement of civilized life and it really turned me o=
n. He made it obvious that he had no intentions of starting a serious relat=
ionship and was going to explore my intimate peripherals as he pleased with=
out making any apologies. I love it when men are that straightforward with =
their course of action, in respect of what they intend to follow up with.=
After he descended I made him recline on my particular being again. T=
his time I was reposing on my posterior portion between the neck and the pe=
lvis; the dorsum. With my legs open to a fuller extent or width, with my ha=
nds holding his skull between that part of the limb that is between the kne=
e and foot. He took me over the brink when he put forth his fingers and rol=
led my nozzles. They felt relatively hard and were like naturally formed mi=
neral or petrified matter, a bit like stones. And the inducement increased =
the delectation that he was conveying in accordance with the laws of nature=
on me, with his principal instrument of taste. Then a series of involuntar=
y contractions of the muscles followed, it was so intense every fiber contr=
acted and when it was over I felt inflamed everywhere.
We had an affair that lasted just over a month before I moved on. We =
didn't restrict our meetings to cheap hotels; we went on a lot of dates and=
engaged in epicurean relativity in the open or in his minivan. For my enti=
re second year in the therapy program I was constantly getting physiologica=
lly explored in the evenings, and still able to keep my GPA up. I think it =
was staying out of bars and being with successful people that kept me focus=
ed.
I whole heartedly recommend that anyone who has a deep, niggling urge=
to unearth their hidden subconscious realms, and for those whom are seriou=
sly interested to learn what they actually are. To explore their alternate =
selves before they become one glum sodden behavior. If not, stay in the dar=
k; then you can call me and I will help you sift through your psyche(s). Yo=
u will have to wait about a year though.
http://www.furtherfield.org/mgarrett/mgw/docs/playful_art_text.htm