{begin} INTEGRAL.FUNCTIONS.002 dd/mm/yy = 31/01/96 file_siz = 020k {=========================================================================} {get FILE_ID.DIZ} 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. {=========================================================================} {get INTRO002.TXT} 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 {=========================================================================} {get CONT002.TXT} 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 {=========================================================================} WALK (by Angela Dreamblur) (retract recede) RETREAT "I'm going to leave" ...... . ... .. . . . . . .... . .. 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 (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 {=========================================================================} ** 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. {=========================================================================} "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.} {=========================================================================} "Take a Hint: Chatlog #1" 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. {=========================================================================} '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. {=========================================================================} A Smack in the Face. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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~ {=========================================================================} _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) {=========================================================================} '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 {=========================================================================} {get LASTW002.TXT} 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 {=========================================================================} {get COPYNOTE.TXT} 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. {get SUBMITNFO.TXT} 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:
(doh!) {=========================================================================} INTEGRAL.FUNCTIONS.002 dd/mm/yy = 31/01/96 file_siz = 020k {end}