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IRRLIGHT

 

The will-o'-the-wisp is a mostly colorful, restless light phenomenon. It is constantly in motion and changes incessantly. Extinguishing is as much a part of its nature as appearing. It can take on any form. Since the Middle Ages, the will-o'-the-wisp has been considered dangerous to wanderers because it tries to lead them astray from the right path, seducing them playfully and dancing. Its sparkling movements create music. If you follow them, you will find death - or an unknown, hidden treasure.

 

For the classical natural sciences, the causes of moving light are luminescent organisms or gases. From the epistemological point of view, the will-o'-the-wisp seems to elude the European process of enlightenment: It does not serve as a luminous Promethean torch that makes possible the advancement of civilization with its appearance and brings forth universally valid knowledge. As soon as the will-o'-the-wisp appears and even before it itself or the environment can be recognized, it goes out, reappears in other places in a different form, seems to deceive us before it retreats again into its familiar darkness, which is the reason of our (nightmare) dreams. It feeds on our fears and longings, playfully and incessantly throwing our imaginations at us. Whether the will-o'-the-wisp manifests itself as a supra solid or in artistic processes - it always eludes our intentional grasp.

 

In the 2020s, the will-o'-the-wisp appears in an open source 3D engine, in computer games, music bands, theater clubs, movie titles, magazine novels, among other things. In the various arts of the past centuries, the will-o'-the-wisp also haunted as a productive force in countless configurations and expressions.

Will-o'-the-wisps still appear in legends and fairy tales on all continents of the earth. However, the brighter our world is illuminated, the rarer they can be perceived. The Bschlabertal is a dark continent. There is hardly any light pollution, and it is rich in legends and stories that are passed on by the inhabitants and collected by the village chroniclers. In 2023, the IRRLIGHT will take on new shapes and forms during the medienfrische.

 

 

for the medienfrische

Andreas Pronegg

18.9.2022

 

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A will-o'-the-wisp is an apparent light perceived by people or animals outdoors that turns out to be an optical illusion when you try to track or explain it. It is also called a mirage or will-o'-the-wisp and is usually associated with myths and legends.

 

In mythology and folklore, will-o'-the-wisps are often depicted as ghosts or evil beings who want to lead people astray or even kill them. In some cultures, they are also seen as guardian spirits who show people the way or help them in times of need.

 

In science, there are various explanations for the occurrence of will-o'-the-wisps. Possible causes include reflected light from clouds or weather phenomena, electrical discharges in the atmosphere, or the glow of fungi or chemical substances in the soil.

 

Will-o'-the-wisps frequently appear in literature and art and often serve as a symbol of confusion, misdirection or unreachability. They also appear in music, for example in songs or operas, where they are used as a metaphorical element.

 

Overall, will-o'-the-wisps play a role in many areas and are of great interest in both mythology and science. They represent a fascination that is both intriguing and somewhat frightening and have fascinated people for centuries.

 

ChatGPT on 04/01/2023 to Hi, Can you write me an essay on the meaning and uses of the word will-o'-the-wisp?

 

 

BSCHLA:DADA:DA:BSCHLABA:DA

Raoul Schrott

DADA 21/22

Musical fish soup with travel impressions

Flash info and first association material for the medienfrische

Selected and compiled by Andreas Pronegg

 

OFFER THE EMPTY TO THE EMPTY

As a result of the First World War, the cultural avant-garde had lost any kind of meaning-giving mechanism. What remained were models whose inscriptions and legends had become illegible, hieroglyphics, individual parts, flotsam and jetsam of a sunken ship. The immediate reaction was a feeling of confusion and "absurdity". Dada wanted to process this feeling into a creative hallucination and let new objects arise on new ground, but not to replace the old references and orders with new ones.

For us, back in Cologne in 1919, DADA was a spiritual statement, an outburst of a revolt of joie de vivre and rage, with attacks on language, syntax, logic, literature, painting and so on. (Max Ernst)

Dada found at the bottom the nothing, the emptiness as existential premise: When I offer the empty to the empty. (Tristan Tzara)

 

CALL FOR A LAST ALPINE GLACIATION

Alpine greeting by letter together with fountain poisoning by yodeling.

We want to return to nature, now that Tyrol is so beautiful - in the snow, the excrement of the dadaists. It is white and beautiful, this excrement, because we are all angels, the stones confirm it, our diseases are those of frozen animals. We want to feed on the eyes of the massacred fish.

 

EXCAVATION OF THE MOUNTAINS

Tyrol as a gathering place of primeval nature, as a possibility to become aware and clear of one's own position, in an environment of the rough, the vulgar, the primitive, triggered by the contrast and the opposite of the mountains - experience of nature as a link between Dada and Surrealism. Nights in shelters and strawberry hunts in the forest. (Jimmy Ernst) the wind blows very hard it is young and the trees pass by its force. (Tzara)

During the two summers in Tyrol, Tzara tries to get behind the mirror of nature. For him, lightning is that force of nature that makes any secure existence seem impossible and absurd. who wouldn't go insane from the taste of bird shadows?

 

UNDER EVERY STONE A MESSAGE

For André Breton, Tyrol becomes the land where dreams, desire and sexuality are absorbed. It is the habitat of oblivion and gloomy; nothing can remain on its surface - even memory is like a fast gray wind chime. What remains is a land of volcanic nature with its subterranean reservoirs pervaded by the smell of sunken flowers and parching fruit. The sky above this land is impliedly empty. Tyrol becomes for him the distillation apparatus of his dreams, luring them out of their subterranean chambers - he finds a message under every stone. Unlike Tzara, poetry for Breton is liberation that can reach a higher reality through the omnipotence of dreams (the first surrealist sleep experiments emerge), the purposeless play of thought - which Tzara rejected completely. This, he said, was a dangerous utopia; beauty must remain in the impersonal and indifferent. 2

 

KILL THE RESULT BEFORE THE END OF THE SENTENCE

Language was for Tzara only a fragile, questionable, and distorting construction. As soon as it is uttered, it takes on a hostile life of its own, to which the market and compromise logic of syntax is only conducive - some statement can always be found with it. One would have to be faster than the language, as it were, to break off its images where they begin to establish themselves, to kill off the result before the sentence. The chaos of reality could only be reproduced in a constantly shifting kaleidoscope of language - and then only in gestures. Language can at best only provide a cue for a train of thought, and then carry it out is up to the recipient; art remains private in its core and fundamentally incommunicable - ideas plowing the air like dogs: In the Diamond (Tzara 1919). Tzara's Tyrol and Camus' Algeria have given rise to the same existential approach.

 

THE LAND OF THE INVISIBLE BLIND

For Ernst (according to a later definition), his collage technique with scissors and glue systematically exploits the accidental or artificially provoked meeting of two or more realities that are foreign to each other on a plane that is apparently unsuitable for it - and the spark of poetry that jumps over when these realities come together. - "Beautiful," like the chance meeting of a sewing machine with an umbrella on a dissecting table. Dada in Tyrol, on the other hand, did not see this as a goal to be achieved, but as an everyday event that it did not want to systematize, but only to register.

 

YOU KNOW, YOU BLACK

Hans Arp discovered the principle of "falling to" for himself in Tyrol. With his icon he crystallized the middle point between index and symbol, where sign and thing can be equated, where in the sign feature and shape of the thing are found again, as in a pictogram.

In his SCHNEETHLEHEM poems Tarrenz appears as a Dadaist Bethlehem in the snow-covered mountains. Arp received a painted brick as a gift from Ernst in the summer of 1922.

 

IN SEARCH OF INNOCENCE

Dada was also an attempt to restore the original unity between nature and innocence. kaspar as a symbol of childlike innocence; rübezahl, the root counter, as the embodiment of the absurd and nihilistic. The naivety on display, the voluntary folly (Hugo Ball), Dada, the virgin microbe (Tzara) - all this indicates that Dada was in search of innocence. Dada is quite an excellent blotter. I believe that one should live in Tyrol like an imbecile and let oneself be knocked over by billiard balls. (Tzara) Come in and see Dada as a bauer. (Ernst)

Innocence has something to do with happiness, the spontaneous moment when the gap between man and the world seems to be overcome. Melancholy is its negative form, the consciousness afterwards, where the moment of happiness becomes a shadow, the overcoming of the gap is recognized as a deception and leaves behind things that have become lifeless. Melancholy and innocence as two metaphysical vanishing points, two coordinate axes by which Dada is kept in balance.

 

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL INSECT: THE ANGEL

On the way to escape the identity principle, a strong individual is needed who can keep the human urge to make sense within limits and his position on the sidelines without falling into an aesthetic delusion: Art was only something for the nervously less resistant natures and in order not to be bored. The thought happens in the mouth. (Tzara) The plan of a Dada republic is propagated: If we 3

 

powerful enough, we could found our first republic here. (Tzara) At the foot of Tschirgant, the Dadaists hold their congress.

THE TIROL MANIFESTO

Dada made its own press, launched false newspaper reports of invented soirées and alleged duels, had friends write their biographies, and in the TIROL MANIFEST, too, the game with the interchangeability of personalities and the identification with the respective other was continued and brought into the field against the concept of genius. DADA au grand air (in the fresh air/outdoors/with a distinguished mien) / DER SÄNGERKRIEG IN TIROL was meant to express the contrast to intellectual Paris: fantasy, foolishness, playfulness, lightheartedness.

TIROL'S MOST TREMBLING SUN

Characteristic of the first summer in Tyrol are the collaborative works. The anonymity and interchangeability of authorship were important - Dada as a many-membered animal (centipede, fossil, reptile, lizard, the insect in the crystal, etc.) that digested nature in its bowels: the white ink on the white paper was the excrement of the Dadaists. Art is like the snow: pure, smooth and ephemeral in the sun. The Dadaists discovered in Tyrol a seam where the living mixed with the lifeless and ground in the middle. The centipede as heraldic animal symbolized Dada's idea of existence as metamorphosis in a world of indifference, the intermediate link between decay and emergence, between the inorganic and the organic. The creative gaze of man, totally covered with ciliated hair, scans the interstice between earth and stone.

THE ALPEN SURE

Over the years, Dada had stripped away layer after layer of reality, had come upon its innermost, original core in Tyrol, and had crystallized it there. Dada had set itself almost against its own will. It has glimpsed the opening of the mountains in the years 21-22, then bathed in a blind lake and finally came across the Blue Flower.

In Ernst's painting RENDEZ-VOUS DER FREUNDE (RENDEZ-VOUS OF FRIENDS) from December 1922, against the background of the repainted Tarrenz mountains, he demonstrates how Tyrol had become the watershed between Dada and Surrealism.

HERBARIUM OF GAMES AND CALCULATIONS

Dada was a circling around a hidden point sublime, the order of the universe could only be glimpsed in fleeting patterns that became imaginable through the process of creativity. They emerged from the inorganic realities of the mountains, from the landscape, and from the collaboration of the Dadaists among themselves. Dada's prototype was the exile, the adventurer, the refractory who refused to be cornered. Tirol brought to light an awareness and evaluation of one's own attitude, and therein a confrontation with existential conditions themselves. Dada deconstructed one concept after another, criticizing the human building genius that had forgotten the flow of reality beneath it and the illusion of truth. It dove down into the river below, curious to see what it would find; and Tirol was, in this sense, a rock in the current and a touchstone.

The trial needles of the Dadaists in Tyrol - and the nothingness that materialized in the landscape.

I WILL PUT MY FORGETFULNESS ON YOUR GAPING WOUND

Dada was not concerned with the analogy efforts of the isms, but with an existential justification that would turn "attitude" into behavior. 4

 

There is something innocent, unmeditated about the variety of forms and ideas that Dada brought. Dada in Tyrol had become a model. With it, the stocktaking of the world was complete; one could now move on to formalization. From this point, one could only dissolve the world into poetic effects - or start the circle all over again. "Franz Müller" (who enters Kurt Schwitter's text in response to the question: "Who is the zero?) determines this restart; he is Dada come of age. Like the fool who is assigned the number zero on the tarot cards, like the joker who can be everything and nothing, like the fool whose soul hovers between heaven and earth, he stands at the beginning and the end of Dada.

DISSECTED QUOTES

deposit more number rübezahl

monogram of stars

56 weathering stages from fresh stone

Dada - a softness artificially laid over things, a snow of butterflies.

cloud fish on plants. the grass of the rain eyes. who calls me it is you yes it is me it is you yes it is you.

Man hunts his prey in the skies, and the fruits dry on the drying racks of pink paper in the shade of names that have become immoderate in oblivion.

We want to form, as the plant forms its fruit, and not to depict. Dada is a rose that wears a rose in its buttonhole.

It is a pleasure to live, but we don't give a damn.

Laziness is a branch business of Dada.

CLEANING THE WINDOWS DOES NOT NECESSARILY ENTAIL CLEANLINESS IN LOVE MATTERS

THE MISFORTUNES OF THE IMMORTALS

VEGETABLE SWALLOW

and the brain remained as the heart of the lake that nobody eats nobody kisses nobody believes nobody judges nobody steals nobody drinks nobody dissects.

Today I know that love is a collar of words that the timid heat of sleep has joined.

At noon, the clocks are set to midnight. The first prophet appears and clacks a hundred light years. At the appearance of the prophet, the people embrace each other, cry and put out street lamps.

So much for today but since it is already tomorrow I immediately continue.

The unique sadist is stark naked and rubbed with phosphorus, which looks decorative and macabre. His eyes, as well as his long female hair are white as brushed 5

 

Air. His face is haughty and ruthless like all truly great stylized and patented sadists who are entitled to a state pension.

With the cry of joy of a Tyrolean window pusher dancing around a lake of lubricating oil, he pounces on the accumulated objects and throws them out of the majestic window of the noble works. His life consists in throwing everything that exists out the window. Whole and living elephants, he hurls them out the window. Quack, quack, quack, plead the brave but horrified elephants. The unique sadist, who de-thrashes everything, does not stop in his adorable verve.

He screams, he grinds his teeth. The Tyrolean elephant and the rubber grandmother beat the piano of death.

A country without equal: Decor, decor, all just decor.

this delicate and mobile writing of the body

a beautiful dance for the loneliness when the tongue sticks to the palate

with the moon it has taken a bad end

how many languages does the flower speak?

do you know the seagulls that ignite on their flight

fall

Lie down

cover oneself

dream

awakening

and neither reason nor the opening of the summer season demand?

the mystery is illuminated

this here is an unhappy landscape

a bastard exposed in the crib of the evening

Andreas Pronegg,

Vienna, on 5.1.2022