This week’s tweet is one you could have suspected as that kind of type this project would have started with. Talking about information that is just too much on twitter is mostly information about sexual habits.
This is one of them and one that is quite compromised:
The simplicity of the message turns out to rise a lot of questions:
Does Tony really do that what he claims to do or is he just kidding? Is that an information he really wants to share with others? What kind of profit would someone else have with this information? Is there no one within Tony’s world that feels uncomfortable with his?
Tony doesn’t seem to bother about those questions. He even seems to be a rather relaxing guy having the time to post a tweet while coming into action. But why is he adding a smiley to his post? Does he think: Well, you hadn’t expect I would really write this, he? Is he thinking adding a smiley makes an action cool? Is the same content better without a reference to smiling (besides on the avatar) ?
It contains basics any twitter user uses. And it’s more. It’s art.
What kind of art it is, is what we need to find out.
So here’s what the tweet of the week is all about. Doomshammer says? Writes? Shows? This:
This is more than just a tweet. This is more than just playing a tiny technical game. This is a theoretical and practical expression of the nothing:
On the one hand you don’t find a single viewable sign to identify.
On the other hand and as a result of the former you don’t find any abstract information within this tweet apart from the author’s name, the software he uses, the star and the time the tweet was made. If you want to talk about this tweet you are urged to refer to nothingness.
It was Martin Heidegger claiming the nothing noths (“Das Nichts nichtet.”). You can object against Heidegger that his hardly understandable usage of turning nouns into verbs is not a possible way to identify truth. But this objection could fail due to just revealing yourself as being pigheaded. The mistake of defining how to identify truth could lie in your own assumptions. But without trying to glorify Heidegger we have to state that Doomshammer shows there’s still something after the nothing has left.
Leave is defined by Heidegger with the following:
This is in english: “Leave is the absented arrival of the hiding of keeping the progress in the beginning.” So Doomshammers’ expression is both the absence of any tweet content and the beginning of any tweet.
So do not let Doomshammer fool you by linking to his own tweet as a tweet of emptiness:
You might still want to say, we’re missing the point. We’re over-interpreting the whole tweet. We don’t have any interesting TMIs left and are urged to lift this up to one. Doomshammer’s just a nerd having fun with his iPhone.
So if that would be right our text would be TMI. If not we would have proven the incredible kind of art of this tweet.
We actually think we can prove our thesis.
We can’t do this theoretically but within practise, within one of the artist’s tweet. Take a look at what Doomshammer threw like an unsatisfying painting into the trash bin just a second before revealing his masterpiece:
If people on twitter don’t talk about themselves or their problems, they talk about news, tv, films, other people or animals. If they talk about animals, quite often they talk about their pets. And if they talk about pets then they talk about things they did wrong. You can hardly ever read a description of a really rightful done action of a pet. Or maybe that’s just my perception. It just seems not to be too interesting to talk about that.
If twitter users do not talk about their pets, but about animals, it’s about animals in their environment not belonging to them. Brittt is one of them. It does not slip her attention what and how animals act that are near to her. So she writes:
The first thing I thought is something, I suppose none of you thought. I thought: What a clever doggie. He comes into the room, recognizes that the window is open, jumps upon the windowsill and does his business outside for not soiling the room. Good boy!
Too sad a second later I thought that wasn’t Brittt’s story. She in a way wanted to tell that a dog was shitting outside her house and that she could watch him doing his business. And the open window seems to be a link to me that she even smelled that happening through her open window.
I don’t wanna care. I think my story is much more compelling.
In den 80ern war es ja weit verbreitete Mode in Deutschland, alles was musikalisch im englischsprachigen Ausland Erfolg hatte, auf deutsch umzutexten. Das war meist eher beknackt, aber Echo Echo gestehe ich zu, der Übertragung etwas durchaus interessantes abzu gewinnen:
Mal im Vergleich dazu das Original: Flying Pickets — Only you.