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• This month: Talk Show at ICA

  2009-05-07 6:15AM / 標準BLOG

  So many things happened recently, I feel losing all energy... sorry for being silence.
  
  If anyone like 'Act of speech' and you're around London, don't miss this month 'Talk Show' at Institute of Contemporary Art (ICA). Normally I'll not help out to 'promote' art events :) , however, I think this theme would be interesting for many AnD's peer.
  
  The first performance I attended was Robert Ashley's Foreign Experiences. As a fan of Laurie Anderson many years ago, this Robert's 1994 piece is surprising me with Duet version performed by Sam Ashley and Jacqueline Humbert.
  
  Well, if you know ICA theatre, you'll disagree me in terms of their acoustic and sound system :)
  
  If anyone have feedback / comments about this event, please let me know, esp. I can only attend a few events..
  
  
  

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• Still alive...

  2009-04-23 4:50AM / 標準BLOG

  Wow, I don't realize that over a month I did not entry any post...
  Actually, I'm still busy with many things, including a show ASKEW in Hackney, London tomorrow at 6pm... huh, my work doesn't finish yet!
  
  Still alive, and I hope I can update my recent show show show show show... soon
  + update my Pseudo Something...
  
  Haha, so crazy lazy... so crazy busy...
  
  
  
  
  

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• Pseudo lab 1 - research on steam of consciousness writing versus elderly dyslexia

  2009-03-03 8:42AM / 標準BLOG

  
  

  I always shame to speak/write/think in English, even though I spent decades to learn it. Simply just not work.

  This lab is testing my intuitive in this language, which I write what I think/react/inspired by the sound/voice/chat with people and surrounding within the project period, by employed sort of ’steam of consciousness’ writing, to express my thinking/feeling without concern on grammar and vocabulary.

  I’ve started with only one short writing There is a line, before the project day.

  
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  ⎢There is a line
  ⎢can never cross
  ⎢
  ⎢You
  ⎢
  ⎢Me
  ⎢
  ⎢Mine
  ⎢
  ⎢Yours
  ⎢
  ⎢But that’s nothing wrong

  Would you ⎢
  name the line ⎢
  read me the line ⎢

  cross the line ⎢

  ——————————————————————-

  Would you mind to give me a hand?

  Then I’ll hold it
  and tag along with you
  until you hate me

  
  

  Would you mind to give me a hand?

  ——————————————————————-

  There is a word I can’t spell
  Which spread out across the Universe

  You know what
  I know nothing about it, in real
  Even I always say

  
  

  Oh my G..

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  My blood is brownish red

  Coffee wash my vein
  Caffeine live and breathe
  The grinder activates my heart

  Coffee colors brown
  Caffeine colors red

  But I can’t sure the color of my heart

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  The room full of the smell of sunshine
  brightening up the corner

  The corner brighten for an hour
  still white on grey, doesn’t wash out

  I am watching the corner for an hour
  then I lose the room
  from front to rear, top to bottom

  
  

  I lose the room
  but smell

  ——————————————————————-

  Perhaps you are a good listener
  please give me 3 minutes

  count from now
  go out to the corridor
  and listen

  
  

  I tried, before you came
  then I heard your footsteps

  3 minutes after

  ——————————————————————-

  You may know nothing about me
  But you can know me
  privately

  Just come to my private view

  It will be privately, for public
  as you know, publicly
  not about private

  ——————————————————————-

  Know Zen, heard about it
  at least, you say

  Who care?
  Especially youth, you say

  Zen is
  for whom care
  not about age

  ——————————————————————-

  Am I too complicated?

  I am so stupid, to keep it simple
  Spending whole life to pretend
  an intelligent
  No time to learn how to keep it simple

  Does Intelligent’s life simple?

  ——————————————————————-

  You come to me, ask why
  for a question I don’t understand

  Why I don’t understand your question? You ask
  for a question I don’t understand

  
  

  Is that my question?

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  Can you see the gap?
  When I saw it, first time
  I thought about it, all night long

  A man pass the gap from right, a woman from left
  they both disappear in seconds

  I’m sure you can find the gap here
  somewhere in/out the room

  
  

  I found it in/out my mind

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  Several bags of coffee beans
  wait to be ground

  They’re all labeled, differently
  and you read them, one by one

  The label

  
  

  When you finish a cup
  What do you think remains in your mouth
  Over the tongue

  Coffee
  or label with Star?

  ——————————————————————-

  The Art of Loving
  I read, or say, never read
  because I didn’t read till end

  You think about Love
  or Loving? I doubt it

  Any different? You tell me

  
  

  No! I get it
  It’s Lov-ing! If you know the different
  it’s Love

  Don’t tell me the end
  and hope you never know

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  You said my words are better than my works
  I smiled

  You said my works are better than me
  I laughed

  What can I say?
  They’re mine

  
  

  Unfortunately, that’s me

  ——————————————————————-

  I set up a lab, with aim
  which everyone will ask me

  I set up a lab, with aim
  an aim to find an aim

  No need to aim high

  ——————————————————————-

  I spend 50% time to think, think about you
  you feel nothing about me

  I spend 50% time to drink, drink with you
  you say you know me in depth

  Why I think so hard, drink so little

  ——————————————————————-

  You’re filming me
  when I’m recording you

  You hate your voice
  I hate my face

  Sadly, we can’t swap
  although I like your voice
  Off the record

  ——————————————————————-

  You can’t remember my name
  Hard to spell, difficult to pronounce
  horrible in shape

  The reason why people always
  be ignored, you think
  No matter how hard they tried, how great in work
  No one can be memorized, in this place

  
  

  It’s name, given by family
  please accept my apology
  plus a piece of

  memory stick

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  My writing doesn’t make sense
  when you read it, you complained

  Its hurt
  The writing you read is the best of mine, I believe

  Perhaps I should reinforce my sense, except the primary five

  
  

  The sense of humor

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  I had three dreams, before I grow up
  A lyrics writer
  A novelist
  An artist

  I gave up to write, in my mother language
  I decided to make, gave up my mother language

  Did you feel I betrayed you?
  My dear mother

  
  
  

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• PSEUDO something

  2009-02-17 6:39AM / 標準BLOG

  Lazy again...
  
  I'm busying to work out an experimental project named "PSEUDO something" in a small project space...
  
  The idea is I'm running the space within a period of time, to invite people to read me a line, to chat, to improvise...
  
  It's a studio + lab! Instead of exploring about art + science, I intend to think about a stage of mind, artist vs audience, and the meaning of an art event as well...
  
  Nothing is concrete! I've just prepare equipments, materials and some very short writing. 50% prepared, 50% open up...
  
  It can be nothing, it's Pseudo!
  
  
  
  
  
  

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• I was closed for reason

  2009-02-06 8:46AM / 標準BLOG

  
  
  

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