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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DISCUSSION

Dream Sake Quango


Blank(Please read out aloud & send an mp3 in spoken word, or verbalizations
of the poem with music) info@furtherfield.org - A spin off collaboration,
let'z meet luv thy mutual echoingz...

Dream Sake Quango

Dream sake quango,
chewing on the spangle
changing the angle - differentia,
area.
A new spread - fed
a new bed instead.
Shed the fears,
extricate the fears
chewing on the spangle
bubble - psyche.
Bubble psyche
psyche, soul.
Bubble psyche.
likely turn around,
likely turn around.

turn away - turn away yesterday,
non day-
non day.
No say, no word - absurd
chewing on the spangle
tastes sweet - straight beat
Instant,
no hit - no shit.
Instant relief,
instant belief
sheaf/belief/sheaf/thief
among hazy tucked years
avoid valid now,
now fears
devoid is the centre,
the bitter - sweet
centre/bitter
chewing on the spangle
the crux of angle
is pushed aside - inside deeper than,
love + above, love
bellow is your sinking
below you are sinking
with too much thinking
myth creating - myrth - gift lies
now everyone's a spy - a spy I spy
caught in your spangle
chewed,
crunched,
spat out - out
out.
The spangle out!
devoid is the centre.

Horses.
Gone,
symbol of a bygone age
history suggests - we all suggest
that then, there was no cage
plenty of room to live,
nothing
trapping,
wrapping around us
like that grey stuff we call the road
wrapping it's concrete choker
around the coughing - world
If histheory/
a theory = memory
history is myth,
maybe the present
is as well.
Just another passing
moment
once experienced
it
flitters away
into the distance,
mixed/up with films
external dreams,
singular teller of things
Onward - forward they advanced
onslaught spread across,
earth
that Oval/ball we call - earth
a muddy place we call - world
witnessed something - a something
a happening,
something happening
dead/vent,
advent non happening
a shame,
this shameful/shameless event
And onkus beliefs
justified it all
Huxley cried,
indeed a lot did cry
Onward - forward they marched
well - not good,
we are told
And who are we to deny it?

Banners flew as swords flew
Slew,
drew crimson drips
cutting through innocent skin
crosses paraded,
bared their truth(truth)
The crusade gave free death - aid
impaled the meek with myrth
Onward - forward they advanced
books display it - yes say it
oo - all the layers of slayers crushing souls
eliminating cost
lost are the defines
real truth's
serial killers,
soul fillers - killers
As memories fade + wander back again
images loose the pain that living gives
dealing with existence
trying to discover essence
it lies outside/inside over,
around us
maybe we never had it,
just neurotics dealing with fear
but memories are our guidelines,
our connexion
to learning what is and what isn't
external space
it grows out there

memories fade and
wander back again
can we grow,
begin to learn/relearn
as worlds out there blow up and expand?
Implode
while we assess our smallness
uncomfortably,
too often
Deus is myth,
a part of our lives
reality is perception,
as is unreality
do we really want more,
is it such a bore?
We deal consequence
and situation
modeling ourselves
on fickle ideals
age creates
retro/wisdom can lie

originally by marc garrett/dissected by the cyber mood...

DISCUSSION

Gravity...


Blanksmiles and old faces are the traces

of the inevitable

we have called gravity

what once stood up must slump down

http://www.furtherfield.org/mgarrett/mgw/docs/Gravity.htm

DISCUSSION

Mr Green Re:visited...


Blank"It was my first time, Mr. Dante, honest. I had no intention of doing
such a thing. I was curious." The interrogator scribbles a few words in his
pad and then looks up at the transgressor. He notices the prominent, dark
rings under the young man's bloodshot eyes, the paleness of his skin, and
unwashed hair. John is quiet. He looks down, scanning a pan of his sweaty
hands. He keeps his head down, not wanting to look into the eyes of the man
seated opposite.

"Were you both naked when this happened?" asks Mr. Dante.

http://www.furtherfield.org/mgarrett/mgw/docs/mrgreen.htm

DISCUSSION

Extract_from:_Sadism_


BlankExtract from: Sadism

DISCUSSION

Re: On Masks


Hi Jon,

Yep - funny really, the piece that I posted is actually a couple of years o=
ld now & it was not infact anything to do with K. Infact, K's got some pret=
ty interesting points - but I ain't got time to play his game, I'm enjoying=
life too much at present & I just wanna get on with it rather than waste m=
y time; arguing with someone when probably I agree with the content, but no=
t the way it is said, life's too short for the attraction of diversion alon=
e.

We all wear masks & 'Ballad of the electric sheep' is about myself, I alway=
s aim at myself - the sauce of doubt. People may think it's them, and yes i=
t is really (a twist), we are not as different or as individual, as some mi=
ght like to think. There is partly play going on, and the text is a mask, a=
game, a componant, a part of my many selves & sometimes someone else's per=
sona; could be similar to whatever one I decide to use at the time. K was n=
ot the focus, we are in it together & there are many links within us all th=
at possess similarity.

I agree with the flexibality of identity/persona as tool, not as a weapon -=
but that's just me...

marc

Hello

I have been reading lots recently on this list regarding an ongoing argum=
ent between various members of the list and Kandinskij regarding 'hiding be=
hind masks'. The latest I see is 'The Ballard of an Electric Sheep'.

From what I have gleaned, K thinks that some kind of 'mask' is a natural =
part of what it is to be 'human' while the rest seem to think that a mask i=
s a cop out, a sign of insecurity etc. However, I kind of find myself agree=
ing with K basic position when I think of Carl Jung' s idea of 'persona', m=
ediaeval masked balls and the amusement of fancy dress parties. Seems prett=
y natural to me to wear a 'mask' on occasion. I may even go as far as to sa=
y it may imply a flexible mind (but I am not sure about this).

Well, there is my 2 cents/pennies worth!

Bye

Jon