[syndicate] A Net Artist and his Desires

Tue Aug 5 12:31:25 CEST 2003

Selon furtherfield <info at furtherfield.org>:

well, as Missoffe answered to Cohn-Bendit 
pissing him off at whatever official meeting
in Nanterre in the fore-days of may,
about youngsters' (er, sorry, net-artists -
er, sorry again - students - wow alzheimerizing-me already ?)
misery (sexual and apodictical, widerly understood)
"have a dive in the pool ?"
- even if it doesn't cope at all
- i fear, & apologize - with these desires -
at least, with nowadays's heat, 
it'll cool it all a bit...

kisses
astrëe

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> A Net Artist and his Desires
> 
> OK. I admit it. I was an exploitative trendy net artist who used other net
> artists so to get on. Before I was married I got many a male net artist to
> do a lot of things for me. Buy me drinks, build me computers, do special
> errands, copy me their very latest software, fix hardware. I even lived with
> one net artist for a couple of years just because he gave me gifts and
> hosted a lot of my net projects on his internationally renowned web site.
> Which was pretty cool because it was seen as one of the best. It was sharp
> with an abstract edge and not too actively political, so not to scare away
> the more institutionally connected dudes. It was about that time that my
> work was noticed by one of the most exclusive Internet Art curators in
> America. This pushed my career to the top of the net hierarchy; I was
> suddenly recognized by trans-humanists everywhere, promoting my work as the
> future way to go. Linking my work to the ideas of contemporary net theorist
> 'Larry Nositch'.
> 
> I was at the pinnacle of my net art career and my work was exhibited online
> alongside 'Stimp-Tastic', 'If So Code So I Am So So' and the legendary
> 'heroic' god of all net artists, 'Herbert Slump'. It was like all my dreams
> had come true, I was relevant and extremely fashionable.
> 
> Soon after that my life changed. I eventually married for love and put my
> net art career on the back burner, saying that all net art after my own and
> my peers, was not net art but pastiche. Now just empty gestures, connected
> by deluded revisionist history, blank canons firing misplaced assumptions.
> 
> At first it was easy for me to it give up, but over the last year my
> marriage has been strained with financial burdens as well as long periods of
> separation. My wife Sandy has been sneaking off to various elite net
> conferences around the world. You see, there are only a few whom are
> selected for these conferences and I was not one of them because I kind of
> put a few noses out of joint. I threw away my heroic ambassadorial house
> points when I ignored Larry Nositch's emails after retiring from the net
> scene.
> 
> I do feel a bit of a shit really. He had put so much effort in selling me up
> just before I rushed off and got married. That really pissed him off because
> his wife was very keen in exploring my 'Omega Points'. With her being a
> re-born trans-humanist and all. She always said that the human body was
> merely a transient receptacle, a clumsy host waiting for us to enter the
> next phase of cyber orientated evolution. Brenda Hopper to made it her
> personal mission to explore in detail the inner workings of male and female
> net artists.
> 
> When Sandy was away on one of her many trips without me. I would feel so
> lonely that I would look at the phone wondering whether to phone up Larry
> and Brenda, apologizing for not being what they thought that I was. Oh to
> meet them once more and let bygones be what fate is, a chance, a playful
> dream of possibilities. The temptation to just give myself, all myself over
> to them and become part of the scene again. Let them unfold my inner
> workings and slip back into the net art void. Ah, the easiness of it all,
> the comfort of acceptance, kissing the jewel but denying the need and
> replacing it all with desire. I can almost smell the pillows.
> 
> I could of done it and made it happen in a second but there was my wife to
> consider. Even though she had started exploring net art occasions against my
> will. I could not let such a massive shift to occur in our relationship, I
> still loved her. Although it was essential to venture out of my everyday
> rhythms and mannerisms it was too close to home, it had to be a secret.
> 
> So I waited until something better turned up. It took a steely nerve and a
> perverse patience. I saved my dollars up so one could afford to pay for
> these precious desires. My prayers were soon answered when I discovered this
> amazing Internet site called 'Net Trans-humanist Subjectivity'. I actually
> hit myself when I stumbled upon it. I felt stupid for not thinking of it
> sooner and within thirty minutes I had set up a rendezvous with another male
> net artist who was for hire. When I placed my order I asked for a radical
> male trans-humanist net artist.
> 
> He turned out to be a young man living in a college. It surprised me. It was
> a new type of learning academy for those who are specifically researching
> biotechnology and nano-technology, funded by Stale University and the
> Skunkfeller foundation. His teeth were brighter than Liberace's and his
> muscles well toned, as well as his mental abilities.
> 
> We went back to his place. It was a small room and our privacy was
> questionable, it reminded me of my college days and I was more than willing
> to go for it. It was very exciting, but we had barely gotten started when
> some lanky roommate of his came back unexpectedly (with some loser friends)
> and ruined the moment. I left after that and decided I'd try someone a
> little more mature. Reminiscing my college days is one thing, but being
> gawked at by a bunch of pimply immature trans-humanist geeks is not my
> style.
> 
> With my second try I found Billy Mantra. With him I have had some of the
> wildest experiences that one could ever wish for. He's a trans-humanist net
> nomad and he has a beautifully tanned body. He is politically active and
> culturally connected. Regularly crashing and hacking Net Art sites that he
> believes are blindly furthering the invalid cause of what has lately been
> termed as 'Dead Net Narrative'. I get a protrudance just looking at him
> without his shirt.
> 
> The first time I met Billy was at his apartment and we exchanged visceral
> and communal identities for an entire afternoon. Our vertical blood sticks
> met, parallel in communion like a couple of heavenly entwined angels. Our
> love swords were drawn pulsing with heaving bulging nerves, bursting at the
> seams.
> 
> I think of his place as my secret love hideaway and an emotional, physical
> and intellectual aerobics center. I've done everything for him that I do for
> my wife, well almost, and he's really into athletic positions. After being
> with him I find that I have a bit of trouble looking, seeing things, my eyes
> are always blurred. It's as though my vision has been shaken out of kilter -
> the after affects of two solid hours of exploring each other's quantitative
> pressures. Which is strange, for I can see clearly from inside, from inside
> of my heart.
> 
> It's not the only place we've ever done it though. I almost left my wife so
> I could be with Billy and things got a little bit crazy for a few weeks. We
> did it in a lot of public places, but the wildest was in a park at sunrise.
> I also snuck him into my house a few times, but we were almost caught once
> so we stopped. We've returned to a regular schedule of getting together at
> the hideaway though, his home.
> 
> I know it's selfish, but it just seems natural to have more than one Net
> artist lover. I actually intended to have a lot of one-night stands when I
> fist started looking for lovers online at 'Net Trans-humanist Subjectivity',
> but the way I see it Billy has the energy of ten Net artists so it hasn't
> been necessary.
> 
> We've come to an understanding that our relationship is just casual and he
> has now started dating other net artists, quite frequently. He tells me
> everything, and it is kind of fun to hear about his exploits. Sometimes I
> worry that he's going to find someone special and our affair will end, but
> it's only a mild worry. I assume it will happen eventually. Besides, I know
> just where to go to replace him if all goes topsy-turvy.
> 
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