Conferencia
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El jueves a la 1 voy a dar una conferencia sobre el libro digital y la
lectura en la era de las redes sociales. Aquí:
viernes, 10 de abril de 2015
lunes, 6 de abril de 2015
How to glitch
martes, 24 de febrero de 2015
domingo, 6 de julio de 2014
Comic: Lost Girls
Lost Girls es una novela gráfica erótica escrita por Alan Moore y dibujada por su esposa Melinda Gebbie. Cuenta una nueva historia de Alicia (de Alicia en el país de las maravillas), Dorothy (de el mago de Oz) y de Wendy (de Peter Pan). Los tres personajes se conocen ya adultos y se involucran mutuamente en una serie de aventuras sexuales en el marco de una sociedad decimonónica muy reprimida y conservadora.
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jueves, 26 de junio de 2014
El baño de fuego
sensación de inmaterialidad, existen
tantos caminos que toda tentativa
de establecer una jerarquía sería
extremadamente arriesgada, por no
decir inútil. Cada uno toma una vía
diferente según su temperamento.
Por lo que a mi respecta, pienso que
el baño de fuego constituye la
tentativa más fecunda. Sentir en
todo nuestro ser un incendio, un
calor absoluto, notar que brotan en
nuestro interior llamas voraces, no
ser más que relámpago y
resplandor: eso es un baño de
fuego. Se realiza entonces una
purificación capaz de anular a la
propia existencia.
¿ Acaso las olas de calor y las
llamas no devastan hasta su núcleo,
no consumen la vida, no reducen su
fuerza quitándole todo carácter
agresivo, a una simple aspiración?
Experimentar un baño de fuego,
soportar los caprichos de un
violento calor interior, ¿no es
alcanzar una pureza inmaterial
semejante a una danza de llamas?
La liberación de la gravedad gracias
a ese baño de fuego, ¿no convierte
la vida en una ilusión o en un sueño?
Y ella no es apenas nada
comparado con la sensación final -
tan paradójica- en la que el
sentimiento de esa realidad onírica
es sustituido por la sensación de ser
reducido a cenizas, sensación que
corona inevitablemente todo baño
de fuego interior. Se puede hablar
con razón, a partir de ese momento,
de inmaterialidad. Quemadas hasta
el último grado por nuestras propias
llamas, privados de toda existencia
individual, transformado en un
montón de cenizas, ¿ cómo
podríamos experimentar una razón
de vivir? Una loca voluptuosidad de
una ironía infinita se apodera de mí
cuando imagino mis cenizas
desperdigadas por todo el planeta,
frenéticamente agitadas por el
viento, diseminándome en el
espacio como un eterno reproche
contra este mundo.> E.M Cioran
miércoles, 25 de junio de 2014
martes, 24 de junio de 2014
Acumen nation
Like I'm swallowing down all the horror in you
All the beauty in you... all the happiness in you
Download full album here
sábado, 22 de marzo de 2014
viernes, 21 de marzo de 2014
A Prehistory of Industrial Music
Brian Duguid
INTRODUCTION
"Industrial culture? There has been a
phenomena; I don't know whether it's strongenough to be a culture. I do think
what we did has had a reverberation right aroundthe world and back."
Genesis P. Orridge (Throbbing Gristle) [1]I've often thought that somebody
really ought to write a history of industrial music.After all, there are
histories of reggae, rap, and countless rock, jazz, folk andclassical
histories. Unfortunately, the best books on industrial music
(Re/Search'sIndustrial Culture Handbook and Charles Neal's Tape
Delay) were both writtenwhen the genre was still fresh, still on the move,
and neither tells us much aboutwhere the music came from. A more recent
contribution to the field, DaveThompson's Industrial Revolution suffers
from Americocentrism, major omissions,basic errors and from a concentration on
electrobeat and industrial rock to the nearexclusion of all else. Still, this
article isn't that history; that will have to wait forsomeone better
qualified than I.Instead, I offer a prehistory, a look at
heritage, tradition and ancestry. For all thatindustrial music set out to
provide the shock of the new, it's impossible tounderstand its achievements
without a context to place them in. Few, if any, of itstactics and methods were
truly original, although the way it combined itscomponents was very much of
its time.Before the prehistory can be properly explored, we need to know what
this"industrial music" is, or was. It would be hard to disagree with
the suggestion thatprior to the formation of Throbbing Gristle as a
side-project of performance art groupCOUM Transmissions in late 1975 [2]
industrial music did not exist; and certainlythe genre took its name from the
label that Throbbing Gristle set up, IndustrialRecords. Monte Cazazza is
usually acknowledged as inventing the term "industrialmusic",
and the label used the name in a very specific sense - as a negativecomment on
the desire for "authenticity" that still dominated music in the
seventies.Very few of the groups who were initially called
"industrial" liked the term, althoughfrom the mid-80s it became a
word that bands embraced willingly, to the extent thatnowadays even quite
tedious rock bands claim to be industrial, and the jazz / classical
ensemble, Icebreaker, has even bizarrely been described as an
"industrial"group. Rock and jazz groups don't waste much time
worrying about the word usedto define their genre, so for my purposes I'm happy
to include in the "industrial"genre plenty of artists who tried to
disown the label.The groups who were released on Industrial Records
(Throbbing Gristle, CabaretVoltaire, ClockDVA, Thomas Leer and Robert
Rental, Monte Cazazza, S.P.K., withthe probable exception of The Leather
Nun and Elizabeth Welch [3]) combined aninterest in transgressive culture
with an interest in the potential of noise as music,and it's easy to see
how groups like Einstürzende Neubauten, Whitehouse or TestDept can be considered
to share similar interests.Dave Henderson's seminal Wild Planet article
[4] presented a survey of the (mainlyBritish and European)
"industrial" scene as it was recognised in 1983, but withartists as
diverse as Steve Reich, Mark Shreeve, AMM and Laibach cited it wasclear even
then that the borders of industrial music couldn't be clearly defined.Since
then, the music has fragmented, most notably into a division
betweenexperimental and dance/rock-oriented artists (or uncommercial and
commercial).The popular "industrial" musicians, such as Front 242 or
Ministry, draw on theelements of early industrial music most amenable to the
rock and techno arenas
(sometimes this just means aggression and
paranoia); the others have exploredindustrial music's relationships with
ritual music, musique concrete, academicelectronic music, improvisation
and pure noise. In recent times, through thepopularity of ambient music,
several artists involved in this more "experimental"tradition have
achieved more popular recognition than before.It's tempting to see the
fragmentation of industrial music into popular and"underground" areas
as just a recognition of the relative accessibility of differentmusical styles,
but this would be extremely misleading. As with jazz and rock, it'sanother
example of "a music of revolt transformed into a repetitive commodity ...
Acontinuation of the same effort, always resumed and renewed, to alienate
aliberatory will in order to produce a market" [5]. As industrial
music's history andprehistory will make clear, industrial music originally
articulated ideas of subversionthat go significantly beyond the saleable
"rebellion" that the rock commodity offers.It was inevitable that the
market would adopt only the superficial aggression andstylisms.It's clear that
the label, "industrial music", is of no use in pigeonholing
music, but itstill serves as a useful pointer to a web of musical and personal
relationships, acommon pool of interests and ideas which every industrial
sub-genre has someconnection with. The uncommercial industrial tradition has
frequently been labelled"post-industrial"; in contrast, this article
attempts to identify "pre-industrial" music.However, as will become
obvious, there are few meaningful boundaries betweenindustrial music and
its ancestors.Writing in Alternative Press, Michael Mahan attempted to define
industrial music as"an artistic reflection of the de-humanisation of our
people and the inexorablepollution of our planet by our factory-based
socio-economic state" [6]. This is toosimplistic; if industrial music were
simply anti-factory music then it would encompassany number of reactionary
Luddites. Mahan at least managed to identify some ofthe genre's
important musical precursors, citing Edgard Varèse, KarlheinzStockhausen,
David Vorhaus, Frank Zappa and Klaus Schulze as some probableancestors. Jon
Savage has elsewhere identified five areas that characterisedindustrial
music [7]: access to information, shock tactics, organisational
autonomy,extra-musical elements, and use of synthesizers and anti-music.
By examining eachin turn, it will soon become obvious exactly what place
industrial music has in thetwentieth century cultural tradition.
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viernes, 3 de enero de 2014
jueves, 2 de enero de 2014
viernes, 20 de diciembre de 2013
domingo, 4 de agosto de 2013
CITYSTRUCK by Dan Rodil
Complex contagious and metal towers
streets and cables the city bowels
broken cars under falling bridges
deadzones and wastelands at the fringes.
Houses not homes at every corner
as the daddy kills his child
the plumbing assasinates the plumber.
Trees that yell to be killed from their missery
even the sky here thunders bitterly.
Choppers over squares kill the insane and the poor
while someone watches it on the telly feeling dull.
Uncanny cats and dying dogs will one day kill the noble
and even then dandys wont learn to be humble.
Cafes and bars at a decaying state
dust and rubble their common fate.
Gods attack us tenderly
anymore would destroy definetly
And between all this Century's rubble
with the sky in my mind, a rumble,
I see and feel compulsive behaviours,
those of a stalker and a madman,
and being mindstruck by a sandman,
I do follow and stalk without perversion,
the perversion comes when hours past,
I do look at my simple actions horrorstruck
And come to a cafe and then fast
write it all out and then at last
feel this metal land backing away
a peaceful night crawls inside my head,
then I can to my soul do say
"Oh Gods, that girl is nice"
without feeling zombified
nor citystruck
my worldly love then amplified.
viernes, 7 de junio de 2013
miércoles, 29 de mayo de 2013
Plástico
Lo veo todo blanco, filas de cajas se fugan al infinito: Lacoste, Zara, kipling y Julio, rezan en el espacio. A lo lejos veo a su diosa de cabellos largos que promete un elixir de vida a base de frapuchinos y café sobrevaluado. Sandalias azules y pantalones abombados cortos, mujeres de cabello planchado con senos plastificados y hombres que las pasean agarrándolas de la cintura como exhibiendo un trofeo, como paseando a su perro. Niñas pequeñas y malcriadas pintadas como prostitutas salen de una de las cajas, pegando con sus varitas mientras mueven sus vestidos, del otro lado del estacionamiento veo objetos empaquetados que salen del supermercado…oh, perdón, son personas empaquetadas saliendo del supermercado.
Repeticiones sin sentido, gente que ríe sin algún sonido, celulares inteligentes que esclavizan a su gente, edecanes que intentan venderme algún producto que no necesito, lo veo todo blanco, blanco como la luz cegadora, blanco como la mente de quien no tiene ya nada dentro de sí, sacrilegio intelectual, quiero vomitar, tropieza una niña con su varita de plástico, aquella que no dejaba de pedir un nuevo ipod porque el suyo ya está muy usado, no aguanto mi malestar, todo me da vueltas, mi estómago me impide esquivarla...vomito en su cara.
Repeticiones sin sentido, gente que ríe sin algún sonido, celulares inteligentes que esclavizan a su gente, edecanes que intentan venderme algún producto que no necesito, lo veo todo blanco, blanco como la luz cegadora, blanco como la mente de quien no tiene ya nada dentro de sí, sacrilegio intelectual, quiero vomitar, tropieza una niña con su varita de plástico, aquella que no dejaba de pedir un nuevo ipod porque el suyo ya está muy usado, no aguanto mi malestar, todo me da vueltas, mi estómago me impide esquivarla...vomito en su cara.
miércoles, 15 de mayo de 2013
Taste
jueves, 2 de mayo de 2013
martes, 26 de marzo de 2013
sábado, 19 de enero de 2013
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