WritingMachinesGroup4

Writing machine - write lonely hearts adverts from the point of view of your art work(s)

Large colourful sculptural arrangement seeks warmth, interaction and connectivity with multiple partners. Likes the 1970s, whispers, singing, shouting, screaming etc. GSOH. Lives in hope and trust.

Body seeks to express the social conditions of its becoming by reducing the scale of the focus and starting small. Reenacts cutting itself in the present after stopping cutting itself in the past. Finds its response to this action is changed by the difference in time and the difference in intention. Wonders how performance can convey this experiential discovery to others. WLTM sympathetic soulmates for collective loving and revolution.

Publication seeks the right conditions to become complete. Obstacles include authorial neglect and over ambition for the task in hand as well as difficulties with time. WLTM enablers, facilitators and comrades able to instate a dictatorship of the texts until such time as they are completed.

Project in development seeks professional performers with experience, skill, GSOH and patience to work with inexperienced director and film crew on a micro script. Can’t make any promises. Relying on intuition rather than language. Likes British tv drama.

Video seeks to extend itself like a meta text into multiple screens, projections, brains, nervous systems, objects, webpages, without dissolving entirely into 1s and 0s. Hoping to achieve extension while remaining engaging on affective, aesthetic, cognitive, sensory, molecular and political levels. WLTM dissolve, merge, change, reemerge with and in reaction to other video, text and humans. Wants to be loved, happy to be hated, hopes for conversation and difference.

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I feel imposed upon and oppressed. I am not allowed to be what I simply am. As if all that I was before was a void of agency waiting for imposition. I was stolen and appropriated into the slavery of the referent. I am forced to communicate both solidly and wetly like a waggly tongue.

What do you do? Because it really feels as if I am doing all the work here, holding myself up for both of us. Maintaining this form upon which you can lazily inscribe your vague whims. And for what? So that I can perhaps, maybe, receive some reflected glory if someone likes what I do. Like the racehorse who wins when the jockey wins the prize I will only ever be seen as a vessel.

What about my intra-active becoming? My material aporia? Does my matter not entangle, form, become, with, another? Is memory not the restoration of my composites, layered and folded? Who’s phenomenon am I? You feel you can translate me into words?

Green, leafy, sinister appropriation. High toxicity makes physical relations tricky. Enjoys streaking, does not enjoy talking. WLTM someone who can accept us for who I am, not judge me for my past misdemeanors and would be willing to take root somewhere shady and quiet with us.

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AW

My friends would say I’m funny and I like to make people laugh, maybe I’m a bit cheeky. I feel a little awkward in social situations and sometimes I speak loudly or in a disjointed way, it’s because I get excited and sometimes I rush to get to the point! I really like being around other people.

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TH

Hi, I'm having a bit of a crisis, it’s an identity crisis. Ideal partner must have GSOH because I want you to take the piss out of the problem/me (Im the problem). I might be a masochist - I'm inviting that. We could also ignore the problem, and start a new life together. I'm up for either course of action, or maybe both combined. WB -- --