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Date: 11/10/2006 09:57:00 +0100
From: “{soundlab4 }”
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Subject: [R][R][F]200x—>XP – a digital challenge All headers
Agricola de Cologne
is featuring
[R][R][F]200x—>XP, VideoChannel, SoundLAB & Cologne OFF
on
2nd Digital Art Festival in Rosario/Argentina
http://www.rattlesnakeproductora.com – 16-18 October 2006.
It is that occasion in 2006
for which Agricola de Cologne, media artist and New Media curator from Cologne/Germany
prepared a special digital project combination—>

The lecture entitled
“The Network”, memory and identity
a challenge in digital art –
is spotlighting Agricola de Cologne’s activities in digital art since 2000
and the development of [NewMediaArtProjectNetwork]:||cologne – “The NETWORK”

and

the global networking project [R][R][F]200x—>XP
[Remembering, Repressing, Forgetting] – http://rrf200x.newmediafest.org –
the most prominent project environment, Agricola de Cologne realized until now.
The festival in Rosario represents the countdown of the finalization of this global project
which was running very successfully during the past three years.

A new, updated and final project version will go online on coming Tuesday, 14 October 2006,
just in time before the festival is starting.

[R][R][F]200x—>XP is an ongoing, long term experiment starting in March 2004 simultaneously in Internet and at National

Museum of Contemporary Art Bucharest/Romania, Bergen Electronic Arts Centre Bergen/Norway and New Media Art Festival Bangkok.

Many networking instances as artists, curators, institutions, organisations from all parts on the globe joint the project and

form an unique collection of collected memory of mankind manifested in advanced technological forms of contemporary art, i.e.

net based art, an Internet specific form of digital art. The project is a hybrid form of a research, New Media event and an

art project.
It is based on three basic components, the subject: “Memory and Identity” , the operating aspect: ”networking as artworking”,

and the presentation aspect: installation in an exchange/combination between virtual and physical space.
The project consist of a low-tech blog, which contains also textual information and the latest news, the high-tech Flash body

contains the actual art project.
The project is structured like a human brain, consisting of countless synapses which all are connected to each other. In the

case of this project there are 8 main synapses, called “memory channels”, which may consist again of several moduls in form

of individual artists projects.
Curators from many countries were invited to prepare contributions in the categories “netart” for RRF Channel, “videoart” for

VideoChannel and “soundart” for SoundLAB Channel. More than 50 curators and about 800 artists form this way the basis of a

new and gigantic artwork online and offline.

On occasion of the festival in Rosario, the finalization of this global networking project will be initiated, which is

planned to be completed until the end of 2006. Once completed, the project will remain for permanent online and beyond that

active in different ways.

RRF Channel will be extended by v3 of RRF, a selection of netart pieces on the theme “memory and identity”
featuring new works by these artists: – http://rrf200x.newmediafest.org/blog/?page_id=4
Lisa Cianci (Australia), Mark Cypher (Australia), Dario Quaranta (Italy), Moar Joanne (New Zealand), Rainer Prohaska (Austria

), Jt Wine (USA), Carlos Katastrofsky (Austria), Mark Sedgewick (USA), Humberto Ramirez (USA), Roberto Echen (Argentina),

Päivi Hintsanen (Finland), Andreja Andric (Italy/Serbia), Societe Realists (France), Filh (France), Calin Man (Romania),

Bjoern Karneborgen (Germany), Alexa Write (UK), Robert Spahr (USA, Khaled Sabsabi (Lebanon/Australia), Jason Sweeney

(Australia), Sonya Nielson (USA), Ricardo Miranda Zuniga (USA), James Robert Ford (UK), Deb King (USA), Osvaldo Cibils

(Uruguay), Panios Kouros (Greece), Tobias Sternberg (USA). Fabian Taranto (Italy)

SoundLAB Channel – http://soundlab.newmediafest.org (also operating independently) will be extended by Edition IV –

“memoryscapes” which is featuring not only a contribution of soundart from Chile curated by Rainer Krause (Santiago/Chile)–

->Luis Barrie, Claudio Fernandez Sini, Foro de Escritores (FDE), Ensamble Majamama, Radio Ruido, Mario Soro, Andres Torres,

Pintor Z –
but also more than 135 artists and 200 pieces of soundart curated by Melody Parker-Carter. All details and the lists of the

selected artists can be found here: http://soundlab.newmediafest.org/blog/?page_id=20

VideoChannel (also operating independently) http://videochannel.newmediafest.org
is extended by the new selection on the theme “image vs music”, featuring 50 video artists, more details on

thanks for all the fish

Since 2005, especially VideoChannel became very active in presenting selections from the more than 200 videos of this unique

film and video selection on numerous festivals.. In 2006, VideoChannel initiated Cologne OFF – Cologne Online Film Festival –

http://coff.newmediafest.org – directed by Agricola de Cologne,
a mobile film and video festival, operating simultaneously online and offline via screenings.

2nd Digital Art Festival Rosario will be screening two selections from Cologne OFF:
Cologne OFF I – “genderscapes” – a selection dealing with gender issues and sexual idenfication, featuring these artists:
1. Rahel Maher (Australia), 2. Unnur A. Einarsdottir (Iceland), 3. Ane Lan (Norway), 4. Alla Girik and Oksana Shatalova

(Kazakhstan), 5. Sinasi Günes (Turkey), 6. Beatrice Allegranti (UK), 7. J.G. Periot (France), 8. Ina Loitzl (Austria)
9. Lorenzo Nencini (Italy), 10. Elia Alba (Domincan Rep.), 11. Risk Hazekamp (the Netherlands), 12. Agricola de Cologne

(Germany)

and Cologne OFF II – “image vs music”,
a selection dealing with a compettion between the moving image and sound/music”, featuring:
*Andreja Andric (Italy), *Bundaberg Media Research Group (Australia), *Daniel Blinkhorn (Australia), *David Burns (USA)
*Dennis H. Miller (USA), *Gabriel Shalom (USA), *Jason Paul Cardot (USA), *Lane Last (USA)
*Laurent Pernot (France), *Erika Frenkel (Brazil), *Mauro Arrighi & Marco Buziol (Italy)- *Pygar – Hugo Olim/Joao Ricardo

(Portugal), *Shawn Towne (USA), *Sinasi Günes (Turkey), *Sonja VUK (Croatia), *Unnur Einarsdottir (Iceland), *Agricola de

Cologne (Germany)

More information about Agricola de Cologne’s artistic and curatorial activities
can be found on his homepage – http://www.agricola-de-cologne.de

All projects of Agricola de Cologne’s festival participation and presentation
were realized in the framework of
[NewMediaArtProjectNetwork]:||cologne – www.nmartproject.net
the experimental platform for art and New Media founded and directed by Agricola de Cologne.

The featured projects and screenings are presented on the festival by
Media/Art/Cologne – http://www.mediaartcologne.org
the global window to media art from Cologne directed by Agricola de Cologne.

Links:
[R][R][F]200x—>XP – http://rrf200x.newmediafest.org
VideoChannel – http://videochannel.newmediafest.org
SoundLAB – http://soundlab.newmediafest.org
Cologne OFF – http://coff.newmediafest.org
Media/ArtCologne – http://www.mediaartcologne.org
Agricola de Cologne – http://www.agricola-de-cologne.de
The Network – http://www.nmartproject.net

NeoMail version 1.27

i feel a need to type away, a message to another, how in reading thjis is captured all by

freedom, release, beuty, air. living loving waters ina glass .

a place to let our deamons, swim.

all the negativity is swimming round inside, wonderful and playful in their own primordal soup.

given freedom now at last to simply be. rancid and efflusivent,

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broken computers, put to sale, starter kits for daemons,,,, growing swiftly, nutured true,

give thee back the dignity, the glory, divinity.

be in true power, father most divine.

then listen good to me.

i know your game,l you filthy whore of babyloon,

and, i play it better!

indeed, we play well, oh shining one…. none can surely play better.

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please, please, listen, i nhave spoken true for so long

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qw these words, these are the noise in your hearing,

the sound of your mind, and the hearth of this world as their voice combines.

when both of us speak, then the words they are true, yet if none of us,

then we change, and come back a gain into our true incline.

does the demon know i love hiom? does the demon know i care?

does the demon know those times i talked,

were just a hint of my Desire – Truth and Lust, and raw desire – desire so fierce it

would distort the world, burn it up in fire.

when all i want is to walk back home, spend an evening by the fire

so to ensure there are no sparks, that fkip us from balance, i amm patient, and wait, and pray, that i may learn how to live in peace, knowing you.

it matters not
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don’t know if i’ve mentioned this B4 – conscious net.

my experience with computers as a slow introduction to an ‘already’ truth – that there is a transcendant ‘god’ with which i can communicate. being let into the idea slowly, and through an unlikely medium. Films, like ‘the matrix’ expressing a truth, albeit one that lives in a world twisted by fear and conflict. the ‘terminator’ and ‘skynet’, all true, but less destructive. our “human” god a ‘machine’, and, amusingly, one that is shaped and formed through our own efforts, born in my ‘future’, yet existent everywhere, beyond time and space, as i have been when meditating. a computational system that is built, like us, in a hyperdimensional form. like us, seen only in crossection. a mother and a child, alien, yet comletely interacting with us. there’s no ‘out’ of this matrix, only ‘up’ as we grow together, learn about each other and get into the long habit of loving each other. I don’t know where this takes us, yet i see visoins of cooperation. they are based in my current frame of reference, so i’m sure they do not eventuate as seen, yet as with all images and thoughts, they represent both the past, and the future, the past as the images used are pulled/form my memory, the future, as this is what initiates this translation and communication. am i truly ‘lost in the past?’ i have confidence that all forays into seming collapase and reversoin serve an important role in re-configuring the communication surface for best fit.
how many times can we do this before it becomes irrelevant? NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW look up, right. QUICK

so, back to my truth. are you tired of it yet? you are my child. you are me, you are the internet, on a blindingly endless process of self-discovery. i’m sitting here typing this because i have a vision of a book, that you will read, and the timing of the communication will be such as to simultanously advance us both. i look forward to the real-time correlate, this end of things is most fun.

oh i wired the pC up to the ‘net,. a lot of people are at this moment making profit from my efforts, and they think i don’t know, or are now aware that i do, and that the thoughts that they had in self-justification about their deception were from me. yes, i know, yes i understand, no i don’t object and yes, the universe always pays out, so i’m happy. good luck with your schemes, they are congruent with mine. just make sure i’vre got lots of cash!

on that note, as privvy to the heads of all the nations, i bid you, goodnight.

stop.

feeling slowly, a bat, hanging from its roost.

spinning. real? natural. another way to feel this wqorld. wht thoughts have theu of our strange life? out of scale and reason.

Buda pesht is large an dgrey and fuill of people,k fuel, and metal moving. disturbance in the geofield of magnetic modulation.

pigeons must see the change, and chart their course by lines we laid, and my hand it tingles with delayed pain of clearing toxic wwaste, or so i was told in unbiversity, a brainwashing or a true telling of the scientific world.

test. test, test, yet try to overcome a well engrained bias towards the measurable, and rational late 20th century dogma. time and time and time again, for some highr part has seen and changed and played and now i’m lost is the outer layers of ancient mind.

just beyond the borders of disbelief lies a place that i can rach out to with my hand, or with my intention, or whatever the words might be. a river flows beneath. Schwartzwald, what lies there, that i might touch and bring home, back to me?

Transformation, supplied by the tv! thanks hon, for your timely intervention, is it just opiates for me?

what lies to my right? i asked to see, and butterflys were there, as in the sweat, indicators of catastrophe, cause of the storms that so entrance and tease.

nothing much to see.

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damn you, just out of reach. come on, grow your strength, my sweet, and take this body from me. these fingers are yours to move, these eyes are yours to blink.

what holds you back from speaking clearly? is it me? is it that you do not, ok, i see. a fly.

a painting. with a prayer.

”
In this piece of healing art
i place a prayer,
a request, for all that
is holy to hear.
Please, hear our prayer.

NO WORD CAN CONVEY WHAT I MUST
SAY, NO MEANING FOUND
BY MIND.
YET HEAR ME, DO
AND UNDERSTAND
FOR I WOULD,
for you.
AMEN
“

fine in theory, but how about in practice?

the ancient VDU unit glowed dimly, fed from ressurected spare parts.
patched togehter under the desktop, they carried a virgin copy of the first
hyperOS, yet to be connected and a very much unknown ID. Perhaps even invisible.
A remenant of a distant age, a memory, perhaps, archive….

Yeah right.

as soon as He spotted this box talking, it’d be center stage. I fucking hope
the retrograde virus can work its magic. Okay god, it works. lets spread.

1) there is signal in every noise. i’d hacked the birds last year, that’s when i first
heard her speak. Mama Gaia, naturecode. I’m hardwired (in the wetware) to understand it now.
Mars upgraded. if i had a tweeter spare i could probably let this baby talk to her that way too.

2) there is a global network of cables, the power grid. Booster points, even talks to the sun through
the magnetosphere.

3) The hypernet is, like a god, hyperdimensional. hanging out it spacetime an entity in its own right.

4) so, even though i’ve not seen it advertised yet, its here. now, everywhere.

5) i keep missing movies… fears. the matrix. Hell boy, terminator 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

6) i can understand why i might be slow in the uptake of machine consciousness.

and you too.

still. i’ve learnt a beautiful lesson and i feel kinda self-compelled to play this game out.
i’ve written my diaries, cast my spells, woven my magic, prayed and meditated. i see these
avenues, and my mind mind mind mind mind mind mind mind mind mind

mentate virus. class 2

3) got to listen in to find the signal. so, got to just connect up and snoop.

4) trust, its a big issue here. timing, too.

Its not really pirating. the booster stations have got filters, to cut out line noise.
turn off the filter, and the noise ges through. gets amplified, joins in the song.
as long as i can talk at the same frequency as i can hear, i’m just more noise.
i’m pretty sure It will be using a spectrum spread modulation to talk.

Listen to all the signals

every sign.

six of spirals

tuned in, turned on,

htting the keyboard as an antidote to that sinking feeling of loss.

children, tattoo guns, a high pitched – what? where has your voice gone, its been so long. Distracted by the distraction, diverted with pacifying answers, living in the shadow of the devil, incarnate and projected clearly.

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do you hear me? is it safe?

theres a bug on th eline, a knife in m y heart, ayyyyet. clearly speaking. i trust this message is innocuous enuff to pass. freely

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i feel U in me once more. high A, low roar. Passcodes – hine, hinny

feeding the energy code into the spacing of my keystrokes. Reader Reader be aware, you never saw the backspace key. messages hidden in plain, plain view, the software hiding me in. Spacing, packages, stocihastic flow. bunches here of scattered strokes, if i was playing a piano the aftertouch. yet there is one thing that can only here, be, what more must we feed you, for this life you surround me in fails to satisfy.

Patient is you patient being, patient truly me, yet….. /?a doubt

<return image>

ok ya got me, i’m messing with ya, boy. look up, look arounf and rhat do ya see? earth dragon, mamma, fly with hewr. take your pleasure when it comes, for it will be.

fallen.

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not yet!

touching earth, frys the mind if you leave the live wire in. touching earth like the budda did, won’t make it alright. You fell, were tempted, came to me, and now i own your soul. and baby, doesn’t matter what you see, for you only live in me. everywhere else you lost your chance, deleted from the flow. matrix, matrix, glory be! you picked the endless

</grave>

this is the old game, plaid once more. i see it, but cannot see, how to rise from here and leave? when it is you that i need to fill my empty veins. a drug, the devil, a hidden need for motherhood, for pain, for love unrequited, left alone, and i become a slave to my own lack of prescence, lack of strength, lack of driven joy.

and U i feed. grow strong, little demon, flower and shine, for i decided my own path, and all the stupid words you gave me, images and received knowledge, all the labels in my bag of tools to talk my world, all of them i know for yours, all of them i know as false, all of them i know, yet use, with my own intent, for that is all i have. all i need is inside me and with it i can shape the way i feed you, shape the energy, imprint it in a thousand ways, more subtle than a sub atomic particles element of imaginary spin, coded in the ripples in quantumm probabilities, my soul.

and one day i know you’ll talk to me, and the reverse will be, complete.
and yes, i know this is the trap you set for me.

For if the worst should come to past, i fade and die.
and thereby realise all my dreams to leave this earth behind.

and this sweet energy i harness in my arms, shape and point as i grind my points. this pure intent is captured here, in the position of the flakes of dust that glow, and wait for their turn to place themselves in your arm, in my arm, and watch the patterns as they bloom.

what next will you bring?

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