LOLLI'S APARTMENT - [Talan Memmott]

futures of the sophomore
The pie-in-the-sky must die... Its fumes, its rays, its parts and pieces can no longer be taken seriously...I can't submit to hope. We, the hopeless abandon future-progress for technologies closer to the dirt...A tectonic model that limits Institutions to the elemental, to their integration with the matter that surrounds them. The false; rather, the pretend futures of the Sophomore well-up and wither. The faith in ends, a graduation, a certified future, erode into disarray, depart and open, forming legions of xenologically order systems.This is where our association begins.

the student body
We are bodies engaged in therapeutic action - going under, confusing above with below, distorting contexts - challenging horizons glorious and profane.With a single gesture, without moving, causing dis-* and beauty... The posture of the student body opens the College to extreme meaning, over-coding, over-flowing into the streets.We live in student squalor, on the dole - as if we have not yet arrived, and our actions are missed, mistaken for marginal, sophomoric folly and pure youth.
Our advantage is our integration with what is below, beyond, outside of academia, of what is reasonable. We cultivate a fecund open space where it is not so much a question of usurping or replacing the College as it is about taking the bull by the horns.

the professor's ailment
Specialists are incapable of asking the right questions. They do not seek the future source.Looking us right in the eye, they find the best in the banal - turning soft, like mold clinging to the marble walls of the College. The Specialist is forced to forget, forgetting life time for the supra-historical time of knowledge to be found in the books before them.Constructing a sarcophagus to encase our new twittering machines...
Specialists suffer from fear - always, already a ruin in contrast with the exuberant nature of the Sophomore. In effect, the capitulating professor, performing as the Dean's, mule, serves to buttress the crumbling walls of history, the shrinking time between now, nostalgia, and forgetting.
We require an archeology of the immediate, measured from the outside in - as "looking in" is always looking back. The same for going under...