marc garrett
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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.
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HTTP//SPIO - Lucas Bambozzi: PV Tuesday April 5, 6-9pm


Next at HTTP// [House of Technologically Termed Praxis]
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SPIO
a de-generative installation
by Lucas Bambozzi

We invite you to the opening of the exhibition to view the work and to
meet the artist in person.
Artists Private View 6- 9pm Tuesday 5th April 2005

then open to May 1 2005
Friday- Sunday:12 noon- 5pm

Getting to HTTP
Unit A2, Arena Business Centre,
71 Ashfield Rd, London N4 1NY
Tube: Manor House, Buses: 341, 141,
Car: free parking facilities

for further information contact: info@http.uk.net
tel: +44 (0) 208-8022827
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In the UK, one of the most visible interactions of place and
high-technology communications systems over the past 10 years has been
the installation of Closed Circuit Television (CCTV). Designed to
improve the economic fortunes of public, commercial street systems, such
technologies are so widespread that it has been estimated that the
average UK urban resident is now monitored more than 300 times a day,
making Britain the most visually surveilled nation on Earth.

Artists working in digital media are increasingly exploiting the subject
of CCTV. Lucas Bambozzis SPIO, now installed at HTTP gallery, is an
autonomous vacuum cleaner equipped with high sensibility and infrared
CCTV cameras. SPIO scans the exhibition space through pre-defined
movements and triggers sound and visual events in the ambient. The work
is making an ironical comment on the self-surveyor apparatus, based on
apparently innocent gadgets that will be filling our homes and habits
more and more.

SPIO is a

DISCUSSION

Re: Re: masters of war


Hi Dirk,

Yes - I have not listened to any Bob Dylan for a long time, and I just
so happened to have this track on my collection of tunes on my computer.
I played it earlier today and it just seemed to slice through all the
nonsense.

marc

> .. amen to that, plain letters & can hear him singin' it loud & clear...
>
> marc garrett wrote:
>
>
>
>> masters of war
>>
>> Come you masters of war
>> You that build all the guns
>> You that build the death planes
>> You that build the big bombs
>> You that hide behind walls
>> You that hide behind desks
>> I just want you to know
>> I can see through your masks
>>
>> You that never done nothin'
>> But build to destroy
>> You play with my world
>> Like it's your little toy
>> You put a gun in my hand
>> And you hide from my eyes
>> And you turn and run farther
>> When the fast bullets fly
>>
>> Like Judas of old
>> You lie and deceive
>> A world war can be won
>> You want me to believe
>> But I see through your eyes
>> And I see through your brain
>> Like I see through the water
>> That runs down my drain
>>
>> You fasten the triggers
>> For the others to fire
>> Then you set back and watch
>> When the death count gets higher
>> You hide in your mansion
>> As young people's blood
>> Flows out of their bodies
>> And is buried in the mud
>>
>> You've thrown the worst fear
>> That can ever be hurled
>> Fear to bring children
>> Into the world
>> For threatening my baby
>> Unborn and unnamed
>> You ain't worth the blood
>> That runs in your veins
>>
>> How much do I know
>> To talk out of turn
>> You might say that I'm young
>> You might say I'm unlearned
>> But there's one thing I know
>> Though I'm younger than you
>> Even Jesus would never
>> Forgive what you do
>>
>> Let me ask you one question
>> Is your money that good
>> Will it buy you forgiveness
>> Do you think that it could
>> I think you will find
>> When your death takes its toll
>> All the money you made
>> Will never buy back your soul
>>
>> And I hope that you die
>> And your death'll come soon
>> I will follow your casket
>> In the pale afternoon
>> And I'll watch while you're lowered
>> Down to your deathbed
>> And I'll stand o'er your grave
>> 'Til I'm sure that you're dead
>>
>> Bob Dylan
>>
>>
>> Copyright ? 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music
>>
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masters of war


masters of war

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Bob Dylan

Copyright

DISCUSSION

Hokki =)


I don't bite, weah!

password for archive: 43131

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