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Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas Image: Quality: Characteristic which makes it good or bad, moral disposition or habit, degree of excellence or fineness, characteristic of embodiment, to do with essentials Quantity: that which should be merely enumerated, not to do with quality, artificial abstraction of degree, to do with numbers not essences, relative category of more or less, method of relating quantity --
Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas
Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas
Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas Image: "These days everything is describe in terms of difference, but otherness is not the same thing as difference. One might even say that difference is what destroys otherness. When language is broken down into a set of differences, when meaning is reduced to nothing more than differentiation, the radical otherness of language is abolished. The duel that lies at the heart of language -- the duel between language and meaning -- between language and the person who speaks it -- is halted. And everything in language that is irreducible to mediation, articulation or meaning is eliminated -- for what makes language not just a set of trivial differences, as it is in the eyes of the structural analysts, but symbolically speaking truly a matter of life and death." -- Jean Baudrillard
Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas Image: "Eat the same apples , day comes night falls. Read the same newspapers, day comes, night falls. Turn on the television, day comes, night falls. Assert your individuality with one voice. Day come, night falls. The world is a charnel house racked with the dead. The dead have no need of words, no desires that appetite cannot satisfy. The dead, their greedy mouths, empty, their tongues torn out and hung up to dry. The dried out shriveled up balls of the morgue. The sealed room where the same old words are everyday tortured and killed . They are happy with their dead words. Words they cannot kill they can ignore. The word ignored. There word unspoken and unheard. The unknown word that is, in its own tongue a foreign tongue. The word in exile." -- Jeanette Winterson
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Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas Image: It is only the plumbing -- there is no heart. "Talented artists no seem to mimic the avant-garde, attempting to shock less from some deeply held conviction than out of a desire to get a rise from the public -- the coldness does not come from the hard slap of truth as with Duchamp, but from using time worn tactics and maintaining an uncompromising insistence upon strategy and spectacle. Manet's calculation opens up new ways of feeling. Serrano's shuts down everything but the performance. It is not a taboo that obsesses him but the abstract idea of taboo -- much as Hollywood begins with a commercial concept". -- Mark Stevens
Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas
Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas Image: "Surely the extraordinary success of artificial intelligence is attributable to the fact that it frees us from real intelligence, that by hypertrophying thought as an operational process it frees us from thoughts ambiguities and from the insoluble puzzle of it's relationship to the world. Surely the success of all these technologies is the result of the way in which they make it impossible even to raise the timeless question of liberty. What a relief! Thanks to the machine of the virtual, all your problems are over! You are no longer either subject or object, no longer either free or alienated-- no longe one or the other but the same and enraptured by the commutation of that sameness. WE have left the hell of other people for the ecstasy of the same, the purgatory of otherness for the artificial paradise of sameness." -- Jean Baudrillard
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Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas Image: Quality hybridized out of existence -- a fat hard lumpy tomato, tasteless, fragrance less, nutrition less lasting on the shelf in its lifelessness and lack of vulnerability. . . offering nothing but profit for the procured and the intermediary -- no quality to consumer -- alien to original succulence and tenderness. . .
Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas
Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas Image: "The striking thing about today's systems is their bloatedness: the means we have devised for handling data communication, record keeping, storage production and destruction -- are all in a condition of "demonic pregnancy" (to borrow Susan Sontag's description of a cancer). So lethargic are they, indeed, that they will assuredly never again serve a useful purpose. It is not that we have put an end to use-value, rather, the system itself has eliminated it through surplus production. So many things have been produced and accumulated that they can never possibly all be put to use. So many messages and signals are produced and designated that they can never
Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas
Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas Image: possibly all be read-- and even the tiny portion that we do manage to absorb we are in a state of catatonic electrocution. There is something particular nauseating about their prodigious uselessness, about a proliferating yet hyper trophied world which cannot give birth to anything. So many reports, archives, documents and not a single idea generated. There is something more shattering than inflation however, and that is the mass of floating money whirling about the Earth in an orbital rondo. Money is now the only genuine artificial satellite. As pure artifact if enjoys a truly astral mobility -- the orbit in which it rises and sets like some artificial sun." -- Jean Baudrillard
Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas
Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas Image: "Just as our societies are confronting a new kind of violence, born of the paradoxical fact that they are simultaneously both permissive and pacified, so too we face new illnesses , those which beset bodies overprotect by their artificial, medical or computer generated shield. This pathology happens not by accident but by anomaly. The very same thing happens with the social body, where the same causes bring about the same perverse effects, the same unforeseeable dysfunctions -- a situation comparable to the genetic disorder that occurs at the cellular level, again occasioned by overprotection, overcoding, over management. The social system, just like the biological body, loses its natural defenses in precise proportion to the growing sophistication of its prothesis. " -- Jean Baudrillard
Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas
Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas Image: "That which is only living can only die. The spirit has gone of out the world, I fear the dead bodies settling around me. The corpses of humanity, fly-blown and ragged. I fear the executive zombies, the shop zombies, the Church zombies, the writerly zombies, all mouthing platitudes, the language of the dead, all mistaking hobbies for passions, the folly of the dead. When all speak the same speak the poet can no longer speak. The language is rich when it is fed from difference. Where there is no difference there is no richness. There is no distinguishing among the dead. Hand to hand combat between the living and the dead. Mouth to mouth resuscitation between the poet and the word." -- Jeanette Winterson
Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas
Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas Image: "We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams. . . Yet we are the movers and shakers of the world forever it seems. We in the age of lying. In the buried past of the Earth, Built Nenevah without ut sighing, and Babel itself with our mirth, and overthrew them with prophesying To the old of the new world's worth for each age is a dream that is dying or one that is coming to birth --A.W.E. O'Shaughnessy
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Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B by Audra Skuodas
  • Audra Skuodas
  • Broken Melodies Discordant Fragments continued. . . B, 1997
  • Archival paper, vellum, ink, graphite pencil, acrylic paint, fabric, thread, buttons, musical score
  • 17.2 x 14.5 in
  • Inv: 000559BOOK
  • Available
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  • Subject Matter: Intersect of Eastern Philosophy, Western Philosophy and Social Science
  • Collections: Artist Books
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