Avant-garde (pronounced /?v?? g??d/) in French means “front guard”, “advance guard”, or “vanguard”.[1] The term is commonly used in French, English, and German to refer to people or works that are experimental or innovative, particularly with respect to art, culture, and politics.
Avant-garde represents a pushing of the boundaries of what is accepted as the norm or the status quo, primarily in the cultural realm.
SURREALISM, noun, masc., Pure psychic automatism by which it is intended to express, either verbally or in writing, the true function of thought. Thought dictated in the absence of all control exerted by reason, and outside all aesthetic or moral preoccupations.
From Le Manifeste du Surréalisme, 1924
ANDRÉ BRETON
In order for the realm of The Symbolic to be bound to the realms of The Imaginary and The Real, Lacan postulates the existence of a paternal function (The Name of the Father or Primordial Signifier). This function prevents the developing child from being engulfed by its mother and allows him/her to emerge as a separate entity in his/her own right. It is a symbol of parental authority (a general symbol that represents the power of father of the Oedipus Complex) which brings the child into the realm of the symbolic by forcing him/her to act and to verbalise as an adult. The three realms are now integrated in a way that is conducive to the creation of meaning and successful communication by what Lacan calls a Borromean knot.
In some cases the paternal function is foreclosed from the Symbolic Order. When this happens, the realm of the Symbolic is insufficiently bound to the realm of The Imaginary and failures in meaning can later occur (the Borromean knot becomes undone, completely disconnecting the three realms). Psychosis is experienced after some environmental trigger in the form of a signifier that the individual cannot assimilate. The fabric of the individual’s reality is ripped apart and no meaningful symbolic sense can be made of experience. Psychotic delusions or hallucinations are the result of the individual’s striving to account for what they are experiencing.
The central concept of Berger and Luckmann’s Social Construction of Reality was that actors interacting together form, over time, typifications or mental representations of each other’s actions, and that these typifications eventually become habitualized into reciprocal roles played by the actors in relation to each other. When these reciprocal roles become routinized, the typified reciprocal interactions are said to be institutionalized. In the process of this institutionalization, meaning is embedded and institutionalized into individuals and society – knowledge and people’s conception of (and therefore belief regarding) what reality ‘is’ becomes embedded into the institutional fabric and structure of society, and social reality is therefore said to be socially constructed.
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…and beholden to forgotten journeys
wreckless attorneys and juked up jangle
band wanderers a cold cold drink
to swallow it’s a cold day that i’ll follow
you in the side out from the front of the hollow
heart haunted house, it never was really there
but i swear and it won’t be fair
the gorgeous drapes and golden hues
will always fall upon you
christened kindling for the book of tears
let it burn, baby let it go
the flames all around us
but if you find that i don’t mind
a backwards facing tribute
call out in joy as you dance over there
Author’s note: a snapshot of a moment passed.
it is all but inconsequential that any thought of dandy lions
triumphant inner shades consulting the solar fantastic
pour gently upon sylvan hiearchy in regal transience
and draw from the depths of the multitudes
cackle! the victorious lounge in faulty quarters
protected from only the most caring villains
for they are the complimentary siblings
the courted diners fumbling for threads of pain
fescist rants about overt power structures contest
willing notions of understandable loss and
unprojected future earnings, but never stand
on end at any county fairs large enough to
promote such foolish acts of mass gratis.
seemingly infinite reaches sit in a posture
reserved for wise old dolts of speed
finger exercise mathematics and tend to
require frequent plugs by local bath mat
manufacturers. four lines of harsh tokens
of well scripted motion defeat the gayest
of misanthropic hags lingering on the fringes
of peaceful minds replicating across methodical
discourse jamming parties which sometimes
end in melancholy friends and downhill
snowballs with chances for hellish survival.
these views put forth by the masses are
merely self-validating in that no one can expect
an extended stay from even the closest of
relativity junkies seeking fortunes in deserts
not yet mapped by severe cartilage deficient
senior bakers’ union officials
Editor’s note – written June 7, 2003. Work published as originally written, resisting temptation to drop mundane, meaningless and novel themes
I lost my rock and roll
for a swollen cuff
iron binds my limbs, sweet thing
torture of dull
the trick
the fallacy I’m fooled for I am here
pretense this, before it ever happened and that will give it legitimacy in most states not recognized by the crown. They took away my radio privileges silent and alone I sit with no ground upon which touch during my flights of glorious golden fancy delicious folds of pure inner glow wrap around me as I lie flat yet wondering why
STOP
a long touch of linear motion attracts my eye to confuse the main of the brain to reuse the remains of the same. I have been denied – a shriek of solo cry – the thump of intent to penetrate my sanctum, which no longer exists.
Editor’s note – written January 2003
