Time to poetry-size articles on this website again! As usual, I google for this site - using site:elkement.subversiv.at/en - and take one continuous, unedited snippet from each of the linked pages. Search results must be processed in the order Google shows them, and they must not be re-arranged later.
the Existence of the Matrix AKA Corporate World
I had literally been asked
Who will take care of my dear website in 200 years?
run off to the restrooms at a party
As all stressed managers and other pilgrims on the Camino de Santiago
Algorithms loom large
look more like a placeholder
I am trying to learn the terminology
Off-the-wall geek humor versus existential philosophical questions
But I was penalized for all this.
Don't think about it too long!
While I gravitated against quantum theory
what I had had in mind but never did
not igniting my entrepreneurial spirits yet
back-to-the-roots stuff will be migrated
I want to challenge my own ideas
in a pang of cheeky self-assurance
a grown-up physicist's biggest ethical dilemma
what I never wanted to know
one more telltale sign of the Siren Server (© Jaron Lanier) resisting subversion by poetry
Global corporations have their brand names tested for potentially unwanted connotations
Especially if they are appealing to your vanity
The proof by contradiction
Our village has changed its zip code
to enter a more detached state of mind
You can turn into your own cliché
I'll pontificate about anything nonetheless.
So after all - it was all worth it.
Each phrase becomes a line in this 'poem'
it is no good rationalizing too much
a small-talk question, innocent and harmless.
Physics or Engineering?
I suck at keeping to my own agenda
Do we need a new attempt?
books trigger some random thougths of mine
you don't know how the story will unfold
The Elkement is a Netizen and living in many places. Its most innovative poetry has actually seen the light of the virtual day elsewhere.
Shamelessly plagiarizing ourselves, we cross-post the whole list of Poems from the Virtual Scrapyard Below. But we add bonus material and - again! - invent a new genre (first seen @ subversiv.at): From each of the historical poems, one line is picked to be inserted in a new poem (So this is Poetry From Poetry). Rules: One poem needs to be processed after the other, in chronological order, and you must not go back to older poems and change the picked line. So you don't know how the story will unfold. As real life as it can get in experimental poetry!
Poem from Poems
One line taken from each of the poems / articles on poems listed below, starting with the oldest. Note that some blog postings are meta-postings on poetry; so not every line was poetry in the 'original'.
just received a blank piece of paper in the mail
irony vs oxymoron
I ain’t saying your information isn’t solid,
A Digression – There is no digressification, is it?
I don’t dare to do more research!
and things should be back to normal
make sure there are no hidden phrases
poems standing on the shoulders of others
to flush the toilet
everything has already been told
40 below summer fire at zero gravity
you might want to put that on your blacklist.
You must not edit the original lines in any way
If you are inside the horizontal scenery
These are actually enormous ideas
irrevocable, eternal – insert you favorite legal phrases
un-ambiguity and preserveness
alien themed control panels
abilities in narrating an event
travel in past by falling asleep
engineering and art meets
let us determine what you think
i need to remember this
dark side of me is even more interesting
gloomy and cynical futurism
That was a difficult period and I couldn’t maintain my sanity
It doesn’t matter if you forget the lyrics
Fun and adventure that is
Exploding the Phone
What should become a manifesto
sealed by the tokens of 20th century’s civilization
To be continued...
The list of seed poems
[2015-08-01] Travelling Like Spam Poetry. How spam poetry actually started - doing it in real-live instead of writing it.
[2015-07-02] What the Internet Asks of Me. A cross-over between Search Term Poetry and trying to seriously learn from the searchers’ questions.
[2015-03-18] Virtual Book Spine Poetry (Edition 2014 + 2015/6). Merging two posts: 1) the 2014 edition of my yearly book reviews, a tradition I started last year, and 2) my next experimental poem, in a new experimental genre.
[2014-12-22] Google Translational Poetry – Austrian Christmas Edition. Poem already created from Google results – transformed once more by running them through 10 languages in Google Translate. Bonus: Literary critique and a connection to a Wikimedia image related to Christmas and to Austria.
[2014-12-04] Imaginative Poetry. Inspired by the Second Name of Collected Space. Flarf taken to the next level: Inspired by images created also by a flarf-y method. And printed on real paper – for the first time.
[2014-11-01] Poetry of Anything. Now I Know This Is Called Flarf! I learned two things: 1) I am very late to the poetry-from-the-internet-scrapyard party, but 2) that stuff is serious art. I am also trying something new – poems unrelated to my websites but fuelled by Google only.
[2014-08-24] The Destiny of the Universe. My darkest spam poem so far, not for the faint of heart. I owe to the spammer trying to sell games involving the killing of aliens.
[2014-07-28] Crowdsourcing Poetry (Again). Search terms from the second quarter, blended with terms from Google Webmaster Tools and some enigmatic – and typically Austrian – images.
[2014-04-04] Search Term Poetry – Spring Edition. Very condensed search terms, mixed with some pathetic images taken by an ancient smart phone.
[2014-01-10] I am determined to subvert Google’s efforts to hide this precious raw material for Search Term Poetry: Search Term Poetry Sans Google.
[2013-12-06] Celebrating one year of so-called poetry with a stream-of-consciousness-style Spam Poem: Poetry from the Virtual Scrapyard Anniversary: I Subconsciously Think about This Element.
[2013-10-12] Breaking News on Search Term Poetry (Good, Bad, Ugly). A post by an accomplished author featuring one of my search term poems has been Freshly Pressed, but Google has started encrypting search terms. The end of Search Term Poetry?
[2013-10-03] The Science of Search Term Poetry, using mostly physics-related search terms from the third quarter.
[2013-09-08] Quarterly Search Term Poetry Results (Overdue!) based on search terms submitted in the second quarter. For the first time comments left on the previous post have been included.
[2013-08-14] Welcome to the Real World! – warm-up after a time-out from social media with an haiku-style short Search Term Poem.
[2013-06-06] What? A Spooky Spam Poem of Danger, Fear, Hope, and Lifeless Faces: combining Spam Poetry and images for the first time. (Warning: This poem is not for the faint of heart.)
[2013-05-26] Decoding Myself: Searching for Hidden Clues in My Blog Posts’ Titles – founding a new variety of the genre (again) by creating poetry from headers of posts of mine.
[2013-05-16] Existential Spam Poem: The Soul of This Bag takes the concept of dialogue one step further: We hear a disciple appealing to his or her cult leader.
[2013-05-07] Remarks Written by Brain-Dead Visitors is a surprisingly apt self-referential comment, promoted to the title of this post and the spam poem (sub-)titled searching for sanskrit tattoos. This poem was the first showing off dialogues containing fortune-cookie-like pearls of bizarre wisdom.
[2013-04-26] My debut as a literary critic and spam poetry expert – a review on the (alleged) first book of Spam Poetry: Surprise Potatoes in the Soldiers’ Vegetable Soup!
[2013-04-16] Impolite and Humiliating Spam and Why We Really Need Tags for Spam Comments More than Time Machines, a poem made from nasty spam only.
[2013-04-04] Spam Poets Write Weird Things was a Search Term Poem. For the first time the title of a blog post was borrowed from a search term. Since search terms on WordPress Stats started to repeat themselves I have also added terms from Google Webmaster Tools. On the other hand I introduced length ordering of search terms.
[2013-03-29] I Need More Trivial Content which was: A Spam Poem created from snippets of a blog post of mine that had been pasted into a spam comment in its entirety.
[2013-03-22] On the Hierarchy of Needs and Needless Things – not really poetry, just two search terms. But the post itself could be called art from the scrapyard.
[2013-03-03] My Zen-ny Search Terms: Where Engineering Meets Art Meets Physics Meets Geekdom. (And Rodents, Sometimes.) and providing the concise How-to-guide readers have asked for.
[2013-02-13] Turning Flattering Chatty Spam into Postmodern Art.
[2013-02-01] An attempt to transcend the genre: The Art of Error Messages.
[2013-01-24] What a let-down: Standing on the Shoulders of Giants and Not Recognizing It.
[2013-01-18] Spam Poems and Search Terms Poems: Preliminary Results. I have started a movement – this is an account of its history.
[2013-01-14] Taking Crowdsourcing of Art to the Next Level? by including spam comments in my poems, in addition to search terms.
[2012-12-31] The end of the year and some some life events are celebrated in a search term poem: 2012: The Year We Make Contact.
[2012-12-12] The very first search term poem saw the light of the blogospheric day: Crowdsourcing of Art: Poetry from Search Terms.
This seems to be fundamental question The Subversive Element is trying to answer on numerous Red Pages.
subversiv.at has been a feeble would-be protest against Dilbertesque world of work. After I had risen to the challenge, lamented, fought, and transmogrified myself I consider that resolved, once for all. What remains to be done here? Write comments on my comments on my old articles, the ones I recoil in horror when re-reading them. Sometimes I comment in English on German stuff or vice versa. Sometimes I resort to Google Translate to reach one more meta-level in creating Google-based poetry from existing Search Term Poetry or Spam Poetry.
Can that be art? Never, I'd said a few weeks ago. But recently the Element has learned that this is indeed art, called 'Flarf'. So I have been creating Flarf for nearly two years - or perhaps longer, if some of my early subversive art here counts as well - although I was not the innovator I had hoped I was.
But there is an eerie effect - you experts will explain that to me. Each Flarf poem has the same signature style or flavor - I call it the post-modern, the dystopian. It is experimental sci-fi movie crossed with Dilbert going New Age. It is being ironic about irony. Or maybe not. This is independent of the details of the Flarf method used - search terms, spam comments, arbitrary Google searches, even snippets from my own posts, or readers' comments - they speak to me in the same way.
Here is an example: my latest Spam Poem to date, cross-posted from the elkementary blog. The complete list of all Flarf poetry listed chronologically is curated here - if and which ones I re-post here remains an enigma to myself, much like Flarf.
the destiny of the universe
my honest, preconceived thoughts
a great unreal dream
when you con the destiny with your artistry
gloomy and cynical futurism
that any mortal should avoid
you arrive from the Victorian England
in the known galaxy
dark and cynical sci-fi
forces an illusion
of that time gone by
When skyscrapers were first built
you are not understanding anything
what if i told you
There are undoubtedly more color options nearby
started to be repetitive
one of the big deterrents to me
your deprecating coherence
is a potpourri
this type of despicable hypocirite
it will be the future of the human race
handing more control over
lets us progress even deeper into this sci-fi nightmare
armor and weapon
usually do not adhere to regulations
The glare of the goblin sparks partially blinded him.
player in cyberspace
heed your call of duty
I’ll certainly come back
through the dust
or snipe the undead beasts
talk with other mentors
men and women dressed in cartoon costumes
The cartoon is attractive
corporate, regal, or fair-minded
reported to have ghost activity
called Glass Collective
never publicly dated anyone
Put your prowess to evaluation
removing their skin
rapidly rose the reputation
conditional upon the execution
Disgrace on Google
the cosmic horror
We do know these people analyze
Numerous aliens in space will traumatize you
with the fantasy stars
Your toddlers shall like it
none of the visions has borne fruit
as a matter of fact
in public areas nevertheless
The spring of 24
most is inconsistent
becomes a virtual community
something that we are hoping
i could truthfully do something to be able
Slowly return your head to the original position
Will there be a part 2?
the last sentence of the page
The Red World. The Final Frontier.
These are the pages of the Subversive Element.
They represent an instance of the web multi-verse of an allegedly human being calls herself - or has been programmed to say that it calls herself - Elke Stangl.
The El(k)ement disguises as a scientist and serious thinker, as a renaissance elkement.
In order to reach its target audiences it plays the role of a MacGyver-like inventor and a stereotype geek.
The Element is a serial innovator in making fun of anything, including itself, and in producing glitches in the matrix of our (alleged) 4D space-time.
Profilers and the NSA are invited to analyze its cyber stream of consciousness: Theory and Practice of Trying to Combine Just Anything.
The Elkement aims at subverting the Corporate World as we know it and tries to establish itself as a first mover and cult leader in many experimental genres of art, such as Spam Poetry and Search Term Poetry.
The Elkement is going to demonstrate its leadership in the commercialization of Anything Crazy, Ephemeral and Fleeting: Offering its innovative servies Elkement for Rent - Subversion for Hire it is proud to be part of the global punktwissen group.
The Element indulges in web nostalgia – remembering its Subversive Newsletters, sent to (a very small selection of) German readers from July 2004 to July 2005. These pivotal works have been resurrected today!
Probably this has been sort of paradoxically rehearsal to what would become the most commercial and non-subversive period in the Element's existence ever.
Subversive and weird writing has been resumed; currently the Element focusses on Search Term Poetry and Spam Poetry. Here is what another ridiculous and sublime blogger say about this new avant-garde genres of art.
But the Element is a master of Data Necro and it needs to bring the world's attention to this gems of pop culture tucked away at this obscure .at website. Thanks Google, for your latest changes in 'localization'. Ironically, both of the Element's bilingual pages – subversiv.at and e-stangl.at - are hosted at.at websites while its German-only website is radices.net. But we are determined to lure global visitors to our site nonetheless. Even though this is not a blog and you cannot comment. Hint: You might want to rant here instead.
Pretending I am serious, I would say the Subversive Newsletters already anticipated Search Term Poetry and Spam Poetry as they had been built from self-referential content and snippets deposited in the corporate worker's dustbin.
The Element had started in 2007 to analyze the first newsletters No.1 and No.2 in English – we do hope it will not take another 6 years until we return to commenting in a self-referential way on already self-referential stuff.
The Elkement has recently put forward a theory: Its life is cliché and some googling does prove that.
It has been proposed that there is a huge community of people (Netizens) who would share the following characteristics / properties / hobbies:
- IT security
- Interested in the history of science
- Star Trek fan
- Douglas Adams fan
- Douglas Coupland fan
We are now going to challenge this, and we will ask Google. As Scott Adams has pointed out correctly the internet is nothing else than the consciousness of an omnipotent being, once splintered and now reassembling itself.
- Searching for "physics" "IT security" "Star Trek" yields 5 out of 10 hits on page one that can be associated with The Element. Actually 2 more elemental links have been pushed down to page three since I wrote the German version of this article two days ago.
- "physics" "IT security" "history of science" yields 6 elemental page 1 hits.
Similar results can be achieved with nearly every combination of key words listed above.
So my advice is: If you are frustrated about being cliché:
- Write an article about those attribute
- And enjoy your page 1 Google hits.
- Tailored to meet the expectations of your target group.
- ... that is not at all created to help the creator make a living (rather the opposite)
- ... which cannot be understood, analyzed and comprehended not even (and especially not) by the creator.
(Final Insight, 2012)
That's the whole point of all that self-referential navel-gazing here.
Nevertheless I need to admit that these website, wimpy as they are, are The Element's only creative output. The Element is creative with respect to arranging characters on (virtual) paper. But I am not into drawings, paintings, or music.
What is creativity? Actions without purpose, without goals. Above all: lacking any commercial or job relevant hidden agenda. Rather the opposite, actually.
This site has been started despite <..>, but not because of <...>.
What do I need to smoke in order to understand your websites? proves that his is not exactly a revenue booster.
What is Art? (2008)
The Subversive Element does not know what art is. And anybody claiming to be able to explain does not know either.
But you can elaborate on what art is not:
We can give it a try and explain that art is everything... (please also visit our Everything page)
(Updated: December 2, 2012)
Based on my scientific, extremely thorough logfile analysis this is the main exit page of subversiv.at
So I hope you enjoyed flying with us! The element has finally managed to really put you off!
We had high hopes, now shattered to pieces. This should be *the page* on Life, the Universe and Everything.
But no matter how you do not care - we will keep adding more self-referential navel-gazings to this category. And we will keep commenting on the comments on the comments on these navel-gazings, that once might have been the most serious pieces I had ever written.
You should take into account that irony is like an adamantine shell.
The following image has been taken after watching The Hitchhiker's Guide to Galaxy (the movie, not the legendary British TV show).
need a lot of energy
to ultimate subversion