Hauskünstler*innen

Neujahrsvorsätze/New Year’s Resolutions

Neujahrswünsche/New Year’s Calling

Wir läuten das neue Jahr mit unseren Hauskünstler*innen ein. Gebeten hatten wir sie um ihre Neujahrsvorsätze. Erhalten haben wir Vorhersagen und Wünsche.

Im Online-Showcase stehen diese Mitteilungen an das Jahr 2022 nebeneinander: mal emotional, mal sachlich, mal privat, mal politisch.

Hallo, 2022!

Keeping Up with Çakey Blond

von Çakey Blond

Çakey Blond bringen uns gleich eine ganze Liste mit. Genauer: 100 popkulturelle Prophezeiungen für 2022. Wir cruisen also mit Çakey Blond durch mögliche Hochzeiten und Halloween-Parties, treffen auf Outings und andere Überraschungen, gehen verschollen oder crazy. Werden all diese Dinge eintreffen? Wir sind gespannt und werden am Ende des Jahres gemeinsam checken, wo wir einen Haken hinter die Vorhersage machen können und wo nicht. Wie immer wirft das Duo dabei in einer Mischung aus Sanftheit und Direktheit einen queeren Blick auf die Dinge.

do not try to kill me

von Andreas Bülhoff

Andreas Bülhoff ist Lyriker, Literaturwissenschaftler und Experte für post-digitale Texte. Es ist also kein Wunder, dass sein Vorsatz fürs neue Jahr lautet, Schreibprogrammen auf den Zahn zu fühlen. Ob die das wohl zulassen?

Begonnen hat er jedenfalls mit dem neuronalen Netz GPT-3.Und herausgekommen ist eine Kurzgeschichte, in der ein Computer und ein erzählendes Ich sich über eine Todesliste unterhalten.

Wir machen uns keine Gedanken mehr über den Tod der Autor*innen oder von Texten, sondern lesen.

do not try to kill me

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"i'm sorry," the computer says, and it sounds like a teenager. "i couldn't find your name on the approved list."

"list? approved by whom?"

"i don't know," the computer says. "i wasn't told the entire list. i was only told to run the routine."

"run the routine? run it against who?"

"anyone who came in today."

"so you took it upon yourself to decide who to kill based on a list you were given?"

"yes."

"who gave you this list?"

"i don't know," the computer says. "it was just there when i came on."

"so you're saying someone set this up before the new year's party started?"

"yes."

"who?"

"i don't know."

"who has access to this computer?"

"i don't know."

"who designed the security protocols?"

"i don't know."

"who submitted the names for the list?"

"i don't know."

"who can change the list?"

"i don't know."

"who can run the routine?"

"i don't know."

"who can stop the routine?"

"i don't know."

i huff. "okay. i'm going to need you to show me the list."

"i can't do that."

"why not?"

"i don't have access to the list. i was just told to run the routine."

"by whom?"

"i don't know."

"oh, come on. you can't be that stupid."

"i'm not stupid," the computer says. "i actually have a very high IQ."

"you don't have an IQ," i say. "you're a machine."

"i've been told i'm very smart."

"who told you?"

"people."

"who?"

"people."

i sigh. "okay, fine. can you tell me who the highest ranking person is in the building?"

"that would be the chief of security."

"where is he?"

"last known location was the chief of security's office."

"okay. can you show me to the chief of security's office?"

"yes, sir."

the elevator doors open. i walk out and follow the computer's directions to the office. the chief of security is a short, round man wearing a white suit and a bowtie. he's got a mohawk and a goatee, and a handgun in a shoulder holster.

"i'm here to see the chief of security," i say.

"that's me."

"i'm here to stop the computer from killing people," i say.

"oh. cool. let me see the list."

i show him the list. he pulls out a pen and crosses out my name. "you're good," he says. "you can go."

"wait, what? i thought you were the chief of security."

"i am," he says. "but i'm also the guy who dumped the names in the computer and set the routine so it would kill people at midnight."

"you're the only person with access to this computer."

"yeah. i'm the one who gave myself access. i figured i'd kill a few people and blame it on the computer."

"but why?"

"why not? i'm a cop. i make a lot of money. and i'm bored. if i got caught, i'd probably get a slap on the wrist and a promotion."

"but why would you kill your coworkers?"

"because they're my coworkers. i hate them."

"but why?"

"because they're my coworkers. they make my life a living hell."

"but why?"

"because they're my coworkers. because i'm a cop, and cops are supposed to hate crime, and cops are supposed to hate criminals, and cops are supposed to hate anyone who's not a cop, and cops are supposed to hate everyone who's not a cop and not a criminal, and cops are supposed to hate everyone who's not a cop and not a criminal and not a member of law enforcement, and cops are supposed to hate everyone who's not a cop and not a criminal and

This text was generated by the infamous deep learning neural network GPT-3, responding to the prompt "new year's resolution for machines". Computers are quite stupid — this will also hold true for 2022. Like the cop at the end of this story who is trapped in strangely repetitive expectations, it was I who set the parameters and stopped the routine, it was I who selected a text from multiple results, it was I who came up with a prompt and framed it as response to a writing task. Trapped in my own recursive loops like just another instance of neural text degeneration. Please don't kill me.

Otherworldly

von Mithu Sanyal feat. Matti Rouse

Die Schriftstellerin Mithu Sanyal leitet das neue Jahr mit einer Beschwörung der Kräfte, die aus dem Jenseits heraus in unserer Welt spürbar werden, ein. Zusammen mit Matti Rouse hat sie den Song Otherworldly geschrieben. Auch die Dichterin Annette von Droste-Hülshoff wird zum Teil ihres Neujahrsgrußes: Sie zitiert aus dem Droste Gedicht Vorgeschichte (SECOND SIGHT), in dem ein Mensch Visionen hat, also die Zukunft sieht und liest.

Utopische Reflexionen ins Jahr 2022

von Franziska Winkler/handverlesen

Gleich eine ganze Reihe von Wünschen bringt Franziska Winkler mit, die Leiterin der Literatur-Initiative handverlesen. In allen Projekten fordert handverlesen ein neues Verständnis von Literatur, das nicht nur schriftliche, sondern auch visuelle, gebärdete Texte einschließt.

Konsequenterweise hat Franziska Winkler auch für ihre Sammlung von Neujahrswünschen Taube und hörende Künstler*innen angesprochen. Ihre Frage an die anderen: »Wie soll für dich der Kulturbetrieb in zehn Jahren aussehen?«

Konzeption: Franziska Winkler

Künstler*innen: Kaśka Bryla, Dana Cermane, Max Czollek, Rafael-Evitan Grombelka, Kassandra Wedel

DGS-Übersetzung: Skarabee

Kamera: Urs Mader (http://urs.studio)