In an autistic unit the reallocation of the school break to fit into an extra science slot for the children in the mainstream school, sends into counter-flow the prescribed rituals of every child in the unit. But because the change in mood and the change in time-tabling are not explicitly linked, the political element of autistic behaviour is emptied of its true bearing. That is why you are left with separate encampments. Autistic “otherness” and mainstream lesson allocation which supposedly grow from entirely different rooting systems and so the justification of that separation is endorsed.
But what if the method of teaching and how it impacts on the biological metabolism and nervous impressionability of each pupil is researched as a systemic process of gear change and that this process becomes the main subject matter of concern? Not the given population contents generalised and collated from test readings of standard performance and variation so that behavioural difference is hardened into the school’s very architecture; its bricks and mortar and the potential for movement is entrenched at an earlier pre-selection stage where everything and everyone has a given place.
What if the very mode of presentation; how something can and can’t be seen, read and announced becomes as important as what appears to be there? What if that process; the distribution of the sensible, was what we looked at and looked for, adjusting our vision in order to notice what is moving by moving with it? Buildings could be made and unmade as part of this process of weight shift. Not a shoring up of change regarded as the ultimate insult to form but an informed translation of that movement.
April 2008 (extract)
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
Continuation
How to hold in the balance the possibility of dissolution from all sides as a state in its own right that does not appear to resolve?
A method for this gradual and ceaseless unfolding could be found in continually redistributing the area of operation. Every small confined space under certain conditions is extendable as a bouncing out to where it is not. That may be a potential; a continued propensity that carries with it the experience of duration beyond any given event. By simply staying put for long enough, this change of emphasis will occur and continue to occur between engagement and counter-flow. Within such a device, events will come and go.
April 2008
A method for this gradual and ceaseless unfolding could be found in continually redistributing the area of operation. Every small confined space under certain conditions is extendable as a bouncing out to where it is not. That may be a potential; a continued propensity that carries with it the experience of duration beyond any given event. By simply staying put for long enough, this change of emphasis will occur and continue to occur between engagement and counter-flow. Within such a device, events will come and go.
April 2008
Extracted
Extracted from "Working Surfaces" Essay.
April 2008
To the Charity that owns the land we are that stranger- the autistic “strangeness” - through which no meeting could occur. Yet it is a lie to consider that strangeness unuseful. It is our very difference which lends to them a certain delimitation of their grounds; a sharpening of their procedural protocol whilst at the same time, behind their backs, a small piece of their land is being weeded and cleansed. But this is not a story about victim and persecutor; about bringing things to the light and telling the truth to the world. For in the administrative fog we have a tactical position in which to feel, know and gage how different surfaces meet and react with one another and to notice according to what medical, social and legal protocol these accidental collisions are filtered. Should that fog ever clear it would slow things into solid form, bringing the inconsistencies of “Rights” to the surface so as to make our position and theirs, unsustainable.
In the end it will come to this. The irresistible urge of affinity always beckons to close the gap and in one way or another it will probably end badly. But playing around with how long surfaces can waver on the brink of a knowledge before becoming catastrophically entwined with one another and how more subtly, they are constantly being done and undone along the way, brings into play a whole series of behaviours and incidents; of indescrepancies, brutalities and unforeseen acts of kindness that would not have come into being and would have therefore remained unknown forces; the mere threat of violence or wish for affinity, outside of these strange structural couplings.
April 2008
To the Charity that owns the land we are that stranger- the autistic “strangeness” - through which no meeting could occur. Yet it is a lie to consider that strangeness unuseful. It is our very difference which lends to them a certain delimitation of their grounds; a sharpening of their procedural protocol whilst at the same time, behind their backs, a small piece of their land is being weeded and cleansed. But this is not a story about victim and persecutor; about bringing things to the light and telling the truth to the world. For in the administrative fog we have a tactical position in which to feel, know and gage how different surfaces meet and react with one another and to notice according to what medical, social and legal protocol these accidental collisions are filtered. Should that fog ever clear it would slow things into solid form, bringing the inconsistencies of “Rights” to the surface so as to make our position and theirs, unsustainable.
In the end it will come to this. The irresistible urge of affinity always beckons to close the gap and in one way or another it will probably end badly. But playing around with how long surfaces can waver on the brink of a knowledge before becoming catastrophically entwined with one another and how more subtly, they are constantly being done and undone along the way, brings into play a whole series of behaviours and incidents; of indescrepancies, brutalities and unforeseen acts of kindness that would not have come into being and would have therefore remained unknown forces; the mere threat of violence or wish for affinity, outside of these strange structural couplings.
Rendering Places
April 2008
Maybe we need to render places in which different kinds of operations occur or can occur. This could involve setting up rather inconspicuous practices in one frame and allowing them to warp and readapt through perhaps unpredictable uses into other kinds of operation. Or in the holding of multiple operations and uses in the same location so that it becomes one thing for one person or group and something entirely different for another. These heterogeneous uses would not rule out one another but would play on the spaces that operate between the seen and the unseen for different workings of the surface by different arrangements and speeds of approach. Therefore the area all around these hubs of operation start to become implicated within networks of movement that are what make a place what it is at any one moment. A place would begin to act rather like an oracle, striking up correspondences according to the very questions asked.
Maybe we need to render places in which different kinds of operations occur or can occur. This could involve setting up rather inconspicuous practices in one frame and allowing them to warp and readapt through perhaps unpredictable uses into other kinds of operation. Or in the holding of multiple operations and uses in the same location so that it becomes one thing for one person or group and something entirely different for another. These heterogeneous uses would not rule out one another but would play on the spaces that operate between the seen and the unseen for different workings of the surface by different arrangements and speeds of approach. Therefore the area all around these hubs of operation start to become implicated within networks of movement that are what make a place what it is at any one moment. A place would begin to act rather like an oracle, striking up correspondences according to the very questions asked.
Working Surfaces
(Extract)
April 2008
The body turns because it goes one way, stops, sinks weight down, presses in to the ground with an emphasis of one foot or another, and propels up and therefore out. The sudden change of speed which would induce a fall or inertia at a slower speed, catches in through minute muscle contraction that holds in place momentarily, a caught speed which is somewhere between falling and bouncing back up.
This reattributed surface, workable at a specific moment in a sequence of procedures, is a spiral. A linear progression turned around into a spin in a fraction of a second in the displacement of weight around the hips, which is the articulation and coming into being of the spine.
That is a magical instant that turns a dead-end into something useable.
April 2008
The body turns because it goes one way, stops, sinks weight down, presses in to the ground with an emphasis of one foot or another, and propels up and therefore out. The sudden change of speed which would induce a fall or inertia at a slower speed, catches in through minute muscle contraction that holds in place momentarily, a caught speed which is somewhere between falling and bouncing back up.
This reattributed surface, workable at a specific moment in a sequence of procedures, is a spiral. A linear progression turned around into a spin in a fraction of a second in the displacement of weight around the hips, which is the articulation and coming into being of the spine.
That is a magical instant that turns a dead-end into something useable.
WHEN IT RAINS
Feb 2008
When it rains, buildings become specially angled surfaces for directing liquid flow. The roof is a slicing machine cutting the deluge in two. The gradual tilt of the roof filters the milimitre thin water down either side.
Glistening screens that seem constant but are really a perpetual re-working, shimmer like silk-worms. Rain descends and is replenished from above.
The water gathers and pools in the guttering running alongside the roof, then rushes on until a bend in the pipe creates a slowing. This sends the water into a spiralling of counter-directions that builds into a pressure until the vacume in the drainpipe pulls the water downwards. It now runs down the piping, the length of the entire building and out the gutter.
______
Attaching a water-butt to the side of a building is an act of sabotage. The device that redirects water into the water butt is a jamming device inserted into the deliberately cut ends of this final length of vertical piping. The water redirection device holds one end of the cut pipe on tiny plinths that prevent it from making a matching connection to this inserted device and then introduces a tapered channel built inside the wider diameter of the other end. What this means is that when a torrent of water courses down the piping, some of this water falls into a vacumed overspill area between the original piping and the narrowed insertion. It then bounces out of that holding area as an organized overflow and is forced down a seperate and much narrower feed-pipe that ends as a side-incision into the barrel of the water butt.
_____
This discussion is intended as a way of speaking about how systems lend themselves to one another, converting or subverting usage from one domain of operation into another.
I would argue that this system of organized deviation or the capitalization of “spillage”, happens at every instant and in every category of seperation; of people, of communities, of States, of neurological zones, questioning how we draw boundaries and more interestingly how these boundaries or limits are put to use, in a series of spiralling pressure-points that are what drives things on and makes then what they are. This driving on not only cuts blatantly through any idea of contained “Place” but uses the very restrictions of endings, border and boundaries as a kind of compression pump where restriction and expansion are played into a complex and responsive syntax of movement, delay and counter-movement.(1)
To hold, grasp, encounter this syntax is like trying to hold the wind. It is a system of asymmetrical velocities and the intersection points and cross-currents that these give rise to are what gives us the windy day. Ultimately however it is our experience of that windy day as the currents intersect on the surface of our body, that makes it recognizeable to us. How we are placed and the way we modify that alignment as the wind plays out its course across our face is how the wind comes into operation for us on that day. Our skin is the litmus paper to the windy day just as the surface of the building records, interprets and affects the passage of the rain. As time goes on our features are engraved with these currents that build up like sediments just as if we were a piece of land onto which could be read the weather fronts of passing years. Through constant observation and surveilance from afar the dynamic trends that are “us” are hardened into facts and the landscape turns to Atlas. Who holds the Atlas in their hands depends on who holds the power of this distant gaze but has this any relationship at all with the man and the wind?
(Preamble to an essay)
Feb 2008
When it rains, buildings become specially angled surfaces for directing liquid flow. The roof is a slicing machine cutting the deluge in two. The gradual tilt of the roof filters the milimitre thin water down either side.
Glistening screens that seem constant but are really a perpetual re-working, shimmer like silk-worms. Rain descends and is replenished from above.
The water gathers and pools in the guttering running alongside the roof, then rushes on until a bend in the pipe creates a slowing. This sends the water into a spiralling of counter-directions that builds into a pressure until the vacume in the drainpipe pulls the water downwards. It now runs down the piping, the length of the entire building and out the gutter.
______
Attaching a water-butt to the side of a building is an act of sabotage. The device that redirects water into the water butt is a jamming device inserted into the deliberately cut ends of this final length of vertical piping. The water redirection device holds one end of the cut pipe on tiny plinths that prevent it from making a matching connection to this inserted device and then introduces a tapered channel built inside the wider diameter of the other end. What this means is that when a torrent of water courses down the piping, some of this water falls into a vacumed overspill area between the original piping and the narrowed insertion. It then bounces out of that holding area as an organized overflow and is forced down a seperate and much narrower feed-pipe that ends as a side-incision into the barrel of the water butt.
_____
This discussion is intended as a way of speaking about how systems lend themselves to one another, converting or subverting usage from one domain of operation into another.
I would argue that this system of organized deviation or the capitalization of “spillage”, happens at every instant and in every category of seperation; of people, of communities, of States, of neurological zones, questioning how we draw boundaries and more interestingly how these boundaries or limits are put to use, in a series of spiralling pressure-points that are what drives things on and makes then what they are. This driving on not only cuts blatantly through any idea of contained “Place” but uses the very restrictions of endings, border and boundaries as a kind of compression pump where restriction and expansion are played into a complex and responsive syntax of movement, delay and counter-movement.(1)
To hold, grasp, encounter this syntax is like trying to hold the wind. It is a system of asymmetrical velocities and the intersection points and cross-currents that these give rise to are what gives us the windy day. Ultimately however it is our experience of that windy day as the currents intersect on the surface of our body, that makes it recognizeable to us. How we are placed and the way we modify that alignment as the wind plays out its course across our face is how the wind comes into operation for us on that day. Our skin is the litmus paper to the windy day just as the surface of the building records, interprets and affects the passage of the rain. As time goes on our features are engraved with these currents that build up like sediments just as if we were a piece of land onto which could be read the weather fronts of passing years. Through constant observation and surveilance from afar the dynamic trends that are “us” are hardened into facts and the landscape turns to Atlas. Who holds the Atlas in their hands depends on who holds the power of this distant gaze but has this any relationship at all with the man and the wind?
(Preamble to an essay)
Levels
Water splaying on a demarcated patch of ground. A man walks over the thread of knee high tape pinned at four corners to make the square to get to his friends. Two girls stand facing each other in the flood which is put off beat by a wind picking up from underneath. I am cycling along a tow path by the side of the canal. The wind behind me. I reach a hand written sign that says that from the 18th of august passage is restricted because of work on overhead pilons. I don not know what the date is. I see a barrier shimmering in the distance but need to get closer to know whether it is actually locked or not. It is locked. It tells me the date. I turn around into the wind. It's hard going whereas before I was just nudged out, a small tendency or inclination becoming a pattern without effort. Hardly really able to call it my own. Now I need to consider the execution of muscles against a wind force. It is one thing up against another. There is dust blowing up past the factory road just after the overhead bypass. Buses that run along streets in central london are being craned up in the air in open faced wharehouses. There are never any people on the ground in the whatehouses- just drivers of vehichles on the roads.
The canal ripples with light in its centre-flow. Towards the edges it is slowed with detritus and green floating moss. A heron is poised, aligning itself at an angle with something it sees and waits for through the surface of the water. I haven't got a clue what that is and haven't time to see the stillness turn into anything else. Not that I am gong any where except back to the park, but the light is burning at my eyes reaching dangerous levels.
The canal ripples with light in its centre-flow. Towards the edges it is slowed with detritus and green floating moss. A heron is poised, aligning itself at an angle with something it sees and waits for through the surface of the water. I haven't got a clue what that is and haven't time to see the stillness turn into anything else. Not that I am gong any where except back to the park, but the light is burning at my eyes reaching dangerous levels.
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