Authors: Peter Moosgaard

author of [BOOKS] TURBOGOTT, [TEXTS] ATLAS SHRUGGED

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a character and the nimbus of art, literature, theory remain for a last, final play. even models of virtue as the only true ones. we have no possibilities to check out "media", only comparisons of information provided. models must always be bolted modular and neutralized in an offset against each other

what has really brought us more? science as art are structures, purely rituals that must be included in a greater game. in the resolution of all forms. the world as a persiflage of its own, a permanent shift from a technological viewpoint (as it was automated) to the other. ultimately the recognition of texture as the living reality and to crawl over these fields.

fabrication of useful science, art, politics and theory reveal themselves as empty ceremonies and aesthetic dances (of the dead). test them in the most superficial areas of existence. simple, and muttering in amazement, we return to errors, colorful totems, flowing character, noble surfaces, productive .. nodding ´yes´ to the mothermachine.

on the one side are methods: the artistic reflex, which is articulated between the rationalized, so obnoxious and uninteresting construct, and a completely inaccessible interior. the experiment to externalize a subjective world of experience (to the outer world of signs) will fail and be ultimately- a thing of allpoetic impossibilities. the world's notions of language, art, and the phenomenon itself purely as ´constellatives´ to be examined. "work" in the next step as sedimentation of meaning, that we experience every day and that will never be seen.

Let´s call it the operational agnosia, which seems almost as a subversive technology and the paradox of experience itself. in the area of a symbolic order. all this is happening under the premise of the sideshow, that all thought to be dead and in no way exposing a living truth. enjoy the view on the shit and the beer, make it an automatism, of course, it is just like your own metabolism, snort or shaving.

to the things that happen now: admonish them with a sharp tone, but in absolutely no way ever meet them face to face. the inaccuracy incurred so far, things roar from inside to outside. transferred without the exit strategy. The writing on this inner battle is now to be the purest of what happened and all simultaneously deleted before. everything fits seamlessly into the global basic beat of mediocrity, just to be able to disappear into this gracious light. an ongoing work towards zero, which represents the previously communicated to the wall - no more data. an all-encompassing DELETE move into this field. important, not the point. important is not the memory. but neither is the store.

*1983

stricktly french philosophy, media, digital art

exhibitions/performances in Istanbul (ISEA), Rotterdam (WORM), Bussels (iMal), Ars Electronica Linz, Stuttgart -fmx/09, Neue Gallerie Augsburg, C12 Schnifis, Festspielhaus St. Pölten, 28. Goldegger Dialoge,

Lodz (Poland), Media Opera Vienna (MOOZAK Festival)

works in the field i dont have a rock band- i was born during a thunderstorm i never apply peter.moosgaard@gmx.at