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but a measure of the flows that move us through our be-ing here now cannot be directly made. if we try to document, we are lost from the moment, dulled from reflecting the brilliance of that revealing of presence in the present.
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neoscenes maintains a critical distance on the abstract representative force -- another formal division of concept -- called language within the sometimes onerous structures of social hierarchy: with this knowledge in mind, constructing text becomes a serious undertaking with often indeterminate results given the limitations of abstracted lingustic re-creation and skill. included in this formal collection of neoscenes chicken-scratchings are documents concerning projects and practices undertaken in the neoscene sphere of influence. also included are a collection of third-party texts of interest to the neoscenes agenda which are either copyleft or used by permission. please see individual articles for useage limitations. easy-to-print .pdf files are soon available by following the pdf icon links.
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All that goes before forget. Too much time at a time is too much. That gives the pen time to note. I don't see it but I hear it there behind me. Such is the silence. When the pen stops I go on. Sometimes it refuses. When it refuses I go on. Or it's my voice too weak at times. The one that comes out of me. So much for the art and craft.
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-- Samuel Beckett
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