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INTEGRAL.FUNCTIONS.002
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Integral Functions is an electronic 'zine that covers a broad range of
obscure and experimental topics. Material within the magazine includes:
poetry, short stories, essays, rants, reviews (books, movies and music),
experimental literature (computer generated poetry, etc.), personal
philosophies, chat logs, e-mail, and ASCII artwork. Topics within each
issue are diverse and will change from one issue to the next.
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Here's the second issue, and we still aren't available through FTP on
the Net. Certain things are going slow, while other things are moving
fast, which causes some of these things to miss each other. Being on the
Net does not necessarily mean that we will have more readers, but it does
mean that we will be lost among the large amount of other useless
information/shit/whatever floating around out there. I'm not saying that
the content of this 'zine consists of shit - don't take it the wrong way.
The content of this 'zine will not lead to world peace, the formation
of a world-wide energy network grid, or anything like that. This is not
our goal.
No matter what you do, you are going to offend someone. Sometimes it's
better to offend as many people as possible. Now I'm rambling: make me
stop.
Editor 31/01/96
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Table_Of_Contents (in order of appearance - not importance):
0. Introduction by the Editor
1. "WALK" = Psoas major + plantaris (heel_toe; heal_tow).
2. "The Education System" = Duz skewl suk as much as u think it duz?
3. "Duet #1" = Experimental bio-mechano-poetry, with mini-essay.
4. "Take a Hint" = Excerpts from a stolen chat log file.
5. "c/3" = Chocolate Chip Croissant - so good, it makes you cream.
6. "A Smack in the Face." = Should you read this? Yes. No! Yes...
7. "_the creamy continent (yeah) of the self_" = Experimental poem.
8. "Really Deep Thought Numero Uno" = The fan mail keeps pouring in!
9. Last words by the Editor
10. Copyright/Submission Information
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WALK
(by Angela Dreamblur)
(retract recede) RETREAT
"I'm going to leave"
<exit>
...... . ... .. . . . . . .... . ..
bi-pedal locomotive extremity-act(ivit)i(-y)on
flesh for(e)-ward -- muscle rear-ward(z)
double(-hit) patter feet(-step) clatter
(heel -- foot-ball -- toe-fall)
.. .. . .... .. . .. . . . .... . ... . ..
WANDER (roving -- intern[eur]al-rav[e-rave-rave]ing)
un-determined destination calculation co-ordinates (variant[ing] variables)
"where do I want to be?"
(")onward where-ward?(" cries an un-certain general -- thinks an un-certain
mind)
... . . ..... .. . . ..... . . .. . . .. . .. .
cold, grime-ous concrete city scen(ick)ery
gleaming in the street-light night
"it's quite dreary deary"
a (city-society waste-pollutant containing?-)stream
reflecting ele(hum[an]-e)ctric (night-)light (see-)beams
(shifting shimmering ripples)
.......... . . ... . . ..... . . . . . .
supressed em(pty)ot(ivat)ions & temperature manifest(ation)
eventually leading to numb-ness(essity) defense (mechanism)
(the skys run out of [pain-]rain eventually)
... .. .. ... .. . .. ........... . . . . .
commercial (archi-)structure cluster
temporary warmth-ness shelter
<enter>
(pass a homeless fellow[?] pretending[?] to [wipe-]clean
bank-[card-]machine avoiding attention [magnetism] while sheltered)
......... .. . ..... . . . ... . . .
ph(unny/r)ysical opti(visi)cly un-pleasing forms (@this.time&place)
(which came first; the poverty or the ugliness? It is my belief that
through natural selection human form-ic[standard/average]'s beauty level
will rise w/time, as the bottom filth washes away [rotting upward] )
............ .... .. . . ...... . .. . . ... ..
"May you help me?"
beings & warez & ................. .. ... e .. . . n . .. d
<exit>
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** The Education System: Quotes & Random Notes
The following pair of quotes are from _Critical Path_, by R. Buckminster
Fuller (St. Martin's Press, 1981).
** Quote #1:
"Comprehensively and incisively programmed with all the relevant
data regarding education, it will be evidenced that the physical and
social costs will be far less for individual, at-home-initiated,
research-and-development-interned self-teaching than having individual
students going to schools, being bused, and so on. This mass-production
baby-sitting is only continued because of the union-organized response
to the fear of the teacher about losing their jobs. Their political
clout has for long been strong enough to guarantee continuance of this
inefficiency to the present moment.
"The computer will make it clear that by far the most effective
education system for human beings -- all the way from birth through
early childhood and on -- is that to be derived from the home video
cassette system and its supporting books, the pages of which are also to
be called forth on world satellite-interlinked video 'library' screens
as published in any language."
** Quote #2:
"We may soon discover that all babies are born geniuses and only
become degeniused by the erosive effects of unthinkingly maintained
false assumptions of the grown-ups, with their conventional ways of
'bringing-up' and 'educating' their young. We know know that schools are
the least favorable environment for learning. The home TV is far more
effective, but we are allowing the big money-making advertisers to
poison the information children assimilate in their four to five hours a
day of spontaneous turning-on, looking at and listening to the TV."
** Random Notes:
In the past few years, it has been increasingly possible to
self-educate oneself, both through the growth of the Net, and the sudden
appearance of specialized cable television channels. Post-secondary
courses can be taught through the Net, people can search the Web and
educate themselves on almost any topic, no matter how obscure (or illegal)
it may be. The world has become decentralized, more people are working
from home, and starting their own businesses, and these small businesses
are coming in competition with local corporations. Many of these people
that work from home are spending more time working than those that do not,
because they never leave the work space. Information has become a product:
every individual has information, but how many are willing to sell
themselves? Mental prostitution. Decentralization: fewer people are a
part of 'something big', and feel unimportant. These small information
salespeople have a smaller amount of specialized customers. The quality of
the current education system has declined, more people are teaching
themselves, researching and studying topics that interest them. People
will not need diplomas or degrees to prove how intelligent they are: the
line between 'lamer' and 'elite' will be destroyed, people must rely on
their individual thoughts and actions to prove their worth. Today, the
education system is taught in 'grades' each one more difficult that the
previous, learning general knowledge. People will abandon this system and
turn to apprenticeship and specialization, or something like that.
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"Duet #1: Humans & Machines Write Poetry...Together(?)"
(by GH, AB, and a machine)
This is a slight continuation of the essay I submitted for the first
issue of Integral Functions, entitled 'Algorithmic Humanity Departure:
An Isolated Experiment'. However, the two poems that follow have been
created through a collaboration between humans and machines, rather
than a purely machine-generated poem as in my previous essay. I will
not discuss the social/artistic issues that arise from this experiment.
The poems were created in the following manner: A computer program
generated a 100 word paragraph from it's vocabulary, and saved it to
a text file, then the text was reformatted and edited by Astrix Beauton,
in order to make it more legible (punctuation and words such as 'the'
and 'a' where added). It is easy to see that the poems remain
consistent with Astrix's individual style of writing, in both structure
and subject matter. The final poem arrives at slightly less than
100 words.
For my next experiment, I would like to reverse this process by having
a human-generated poem fed into a computer program, edited, and
completed. I would like to sincerely thank Astrix Beauton for her
participation in this experiment.
---
'gloomy cheat'
he pushed the offended crab (grinning from
ear to elbow) behind his impatient bulldozer;
aroused me for a year as something rustled in
his pants.
an interface labelled 'gloomy cheat' simmered
and decided to become active.
she (magnificent) and i changed address; she
appealed my banana; struggled with it; dragged
it out when it reduced.
her oyster was so comfortable and rough, both
at once? impossible.
we built puzzles (at the satisFACTORY) for
starving children: he, she and i. we flushed.
what was that interface there? it got
bulldozed.
---
'enquired'
the soldiers, and their sultry guns,
ejaculated on the blondes: sagging bagpipes;
if it were a photograph, it would be porn,
if it were a painting, it would be art. what
kind of draggle would paint such a future?
image frozen: the blondes gasping; the
disturbing punishment made divine. dust and
sand on their thighs. who wants to suffer?
european = sympathetic; american =
sensationalizationalized. rumbling, we, i
and she attacked with fury, scolding the
observers.
{Editor's Note: Astrix Beauton has solo poems in this both this and
the previous issue of Integral Functions.}
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"Take a Hint: Chatlog #1"
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Chi2: I doubt it.
ZOE!: I could be, but I am admitting my feelings toward you, and trying to
ZOE!: act on them. I have a feeling that you're not taking me seriously.
Chi2: I'm not.
ZOE!: You should be.
Chi2: Well, I can't.
ZOE!: Why?
Chi2: Why should I?! Why should I take anything seriously?
ZOE!: Because I mean what I say when I say it. I think we have known each
ZOE!: other long enough, and I'm sure of what I want, and I know you're
ZOE!: sure of what you want.
Chi2: What a minute. What where you saying the last time we talked?
ZOE!: About relationships?
Chi2: Yeah. What were your feelings towards me then? Am I stupid for not
Chi2: remembering?
ZOE!: No, not at all. I suppose to anyone what I said could have been
ZOE!: misunderstood. I tried to make it subtle - perhaps too much so.
ZOE!: We were talking about how much we both did and didn't have in
ZOE!: common. Do you remember now?
Chi2: Yes, but I don't remember picking up and definite feelings from you
Chi2: or anything. I think you should just say what you are trying to
Chi2: say to me, and get it over with.
ZOE!: I thought I just did!
Chi2: Maybe i thought you were joking somewhere...or being sarcastic.
ZOE!: No, what I have been saying was kind of jokingly, but not entirely.
ZOE!: Tell me what you want.
Chi2: What I want?! From what?
ZOE!: From me...from THIS!!
Chi2: I don't know. I just want a short answer as to what you are trying
Chi2: to say. As for THIS...
ZOE!: Not THIS...this...this whole thing.
Chi2: That's what I meant...THIS. Like, us?
ZOE!: Yes! That's it.
Chi2: Well, I don't know. I'm not looking for a physical relationship if
Chi2: that's what you mean.
ZOE!: No, not really, but what develops from whatever you wish to call it
ZOE!: just happens.
Chi2: Yeah. I understand that. Ok...WHAT do YOU want though?
ZOE!: I don't know how to put it into words...I don't know. I don't have
ZOE!: anything against a physical relationship as you already know, but you
ZOE!: also know that's not nearly the most important aspect of a
ZOE!: relationship. At least to me.
Chi2: Ok ok...so, you want THIS relationship to go further?
ZOE!: I HOPE by now I have made that clear...but its up to you 100%.
Chi2: Ok ok....you've made it clear, it's just the way you've gone about
Chi2: saying it wasn't very good.
ZOE!: Yeah, I know.
Chi2: I don't know what I feel right now. I could just tell you to FUCK
Chi2: OFF, but...I wouldn't do that.
ZOE!: That makes me feel so much better. :)
Chi2: Good. So...what now?
ZOE!: I have no idea.
Chi2: Likewise.
ZOE!: Hmm. Ok then.
Chi2: Yeah.
ZOE!: Well, keep thinking, and I'll TTYL.
<close chatlog1.dat>
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'c/3'
(source unknown)
The Chocolate Chip Croissant [hereinafter refered to as
`c/3'] resides, splend'drous, in state as it were, an aura
of piquant expectancy filling the otherwise bleak landscape
with a tenuous veil of diffuse rococco blandishments
reminscent of a bygone Dali. Ruffling through the Power
Grass, bleating Vaughn Williams anthems to Itself, The
Sinuoid wreathes obliquely betwixt the ant-eaten AM-PM Mini
Market soft-serve ice cream cone and the nether buttress
upon seven of the like to which, the C/3 expresses inertia.
To nothing in Particular, a Voice as a flocculent zephyr
rises like heat on a New Mexico highway, mingling with
distorted gospel cassettes and the plaintive honking
burbles of Carlos "Spit-Key" Ayrton-Plinth, baring the
naked soul of his Selmer alto saxophone upon the
discriminate ear of the desert floor. "Spuck" It says.
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A Smack in the Face.
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Should I write this?
-No.. People will think this is stupid.
Really? I mean.. I want to do this.
-So? Its stupid. People don't want to read this.
Well.. Tough.
-Okay. Your call.
I am a green teenager. No, not one of many colours. There is nothing
I excell in, and I have friends - not many, but enough. Often I find myself
having in-depth conversations with myself. How? (you may ask) That isn't
for you to understand. We all do, ask yourself. Today, while REMiniscing of
past guns and alter egos, I was shocked by the spike of reality. Upon my
arrival, I lit up a cigarette. I said no, but I did it anyways. Later, I
turned things around me upside-down. Yes. I moved my brain from happyland
to cartoonland. Is this possible? (you may ask) Yes. Come to my abode.
Later, I was caught speaking to someone I care about, yet not enough. How?
(you may ask) Simple. Ask father bell. However, I just arrived to my
personal space from another cartoon, taken by Peanuts. From whence I
arrived, I chatted with the voices in my head, and now I am sitting in my
personal box, which I created.
I think this is stupid.
-No. Its cool. Don't give me a hard time.
You may wonder what that is. I can't tell you. Its a spark in my grey
matter, helping me along the way. Name? It doesn't have one. Label? Yes.
We all have one. As I was saying before I most rudely interrupted myself, I
was speaking along the lines of what it was today that I achived. Nothing,
really. In the grand scheme of things. You don't care. They don't care. Its
time to be the lemming. Leap of faith. Here I come.
~fin~
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_the creamy continent (yeah) of the self_
(by Astrix Beauton)
i escape, placing myself into a self-imposed estrangement
machine. this machine, and it's propellers take me to
places that i should
have been several weeks ago. (landing gears; engine
slowly cooling; heads-up-display; checking the inventory)
from a latex backpack, another machine slowly emerges,
and assembles itself, as if it were a device
from one of the old jetsons cartoon$ (do you know
what i mean?). it attaches itself to the earths' crust,
the same way
the legs of a frightened dragonfly attach
themselves to your (50% cotton; 50% polyester) sleeeeve
(let me know if i am using too many metaphors here, ok?).
what this machine does, is.. is.. it impregnates the earth
with its thick, immeasurable steel penis (feel free to
make your own lewd associations - i don't give a shit.),
and shakes the land (diameter area of effect:
approx. 125km) with a monstrous ejaculation of motivation.
the shattering orgasms that result cause sudden fissures
of pleasure to erupt
from deep deep deep under the ocean skin, releasing
molten cream (millions upon millions of cubic centimeters
of joy) from the mothers' core. the gunk quickly
accumulates, forming a sort of.. sub-aqua anthill. (cont-
inuing, continuing, continuing!) molten goo hardens,
into layers, eventually breaking the ocean skin, creating
an island of heat and soot - where life soon blooms.
my home is there (or here? i often forget which tense i
am currently inhabiting), where i watch
new organisms (orgasms) evolve in such ways that would
make darwin blush, and perhaps piss himself. you
aren't welcome,
here on the continent of the (my) self, but - if you ask
nicely - you can borrow my machines sometime. (end)
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'Really Deep Thought Numero Uno'
(e-mail)
Hey!!!!!
i wuz like.. reading this.. thing.
Integral Operations or something? and i just thought that it was like..
pretty kewl and thought i'd tell u that.
Bedside da da!!
right on!!!!!!!
l8r d00d
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Ok, this is good. I am very pleased with this issue, and the sub-
missions that were sent in. If I knew that putting together an e-zine was
so easy, I would have done it sooner. The most difficult part is getting
people to actually read it - you can't force anyone to do this, and it
isn't guaranteed that anyone will discover the 'zine (wherever you put it).
"Introduction" and "Last Words" by the Editor will be deleted in issue
#003 and on. I don't think that it is necessary for me to say anything,
other than to report on what is going in the next issue, like this (I tend
to ramble too):
Next/upcoming issue (probabilities): neuro-recipes; an encoded COM file;
more machine poetry by GH; other poetry + experimental prose.
Issue #003 will be released around February 14th (hug'n'kiss day).
Editor 31/01/96
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Material within this volume may or may not be copyrighted by their
individual authors. This file may be distributed, copied, and printed
freely in any form.
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There are no specific guidelines for submitting material to Integral
Functions. 25 - 2500 words is acceptable. Do not hesitate to send
something in because it might be too weird or extreme. You do not
require previous writing experience...just write what's on your mind.
Please specify if you wish your contribution to be anonymous.
Send your ASCII text to: <address to be announced> (doh!)
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