syn·site

sin.sīt
noun, verb

1: AN ENTANGLED, NON-SINGULAR SITE. A site of simultaneity spanning disparate sites, marked by plurality and potentiality.

2: ASSEMBLED BITS WITHIN THE ENTANGLED SITE. An ever-cleaving constellation of bits within the aforementioned entangled site.

3: SYNTAX AS SYN-SITE. A verb-noun concatenation—process embedded in, affecting, and affected by site—with an assertive threshold calling attention to itself between the two. To understand this hybridity of site is to see the hyphenated construct itself as a tool—to see in its syllabic nodes and articulated connection a self-aware mirage.

< ORIGIN > The SITE/NON-SITE construct of Robert Smithson, reviewed.

1: AN ENTANGLED, NON-SINGULAR SITE. A site of simultaneity spanning disparate sites, marked by plurality and potentiality.

2: ASSEMBLED BITS WITHIN THE ENTANGLED SITE. An ever-cleaving constellation of bits within the aforementioned entangled site.

3: SYNTAX AS SYN-SITE. A verb-noun concatenation—process embedded in, affecting, and affected by site—with an assertive threshold calling attention to itself between the two. To understand this hybridity of site is to see the hyphenated construct itself as a tool—to see in its syllabic nodes and articulated connection a self-aware mirage.

< ORIGIN > The SITE/NON-SITE construct of Robert Smithson, reviewed.

SYN (along with, at the same time | from Greek SYN, with | ~SYNTHETIC) + SITE (N: point of event, occupied space, internet address; V: to place in position | from Latin SITUS, location, idleness, forgetfulness | ~WEBSITE ¬cite ¬sight), cf. SITE/NON-SITE (from Robert Smithson, A PROVISIONAL THEORY OF NONSITES, 1968)

one continuous self, two sides of a vivacious equation looped together in a continual narrative of daily living and human existence. The glitch splits the difference; it is a plank that passes between the two.

one continuous self, two sides of a vivacious equation looped together in a continual narrative of daily living and human existence. The glitch splits the difference; it is a plank that passes between the two.

one continuous self, two sides of a vivacious equation looped together in a continual narrative of daily living and human existence. The glitch splits the difference; it is a plank that passes between the two.

we are no longer in the age of gaining information, we are in the age of connecting knowledge.

we are no longer in the age of gaining information, we are in the age of connecting knowledge.

we are no longer in the age of gaining information, we are in the age of connecting knowledge.

Exclamation points survive as tokens of the disjunction between idea and realization in that period, and their impotent evocation redeems them in memory: a desperate written gesture that yearns in vain to transcend language.

Exclamation points survive as tokens of the disjunction between idea and realization in that period, and their impotent evocation redeems them in memory: a desperate written gesture that yearns in vain to transcend language.

Exclamation points survive as tokens of the disjunction between idea and realization in that period, and their impotent evocation redeems them in memory: a desperate written gesture that yearns in vain to transcend language.

The matador is gored, the real jumps out and punctures the screen or strip of film, destroying it. . . . The challenge isn’t to depict this real realistically, or even ‘well’, but to approach it in the full knowledge that, like some roving black hole, it represents (though that’s not the right word anymore) the point at which the writing’s entire project crumples and implodes.

The matador is gored, the real jumps out and punctures the screen or strip of film, destroying it. . . . The challenge isn’t to depict this real realistically, or even ‘well’, but to approach it in the full knowledge that, like some roving black hole, it represents (though that’s not the right word anymore) the point at which the writing’s entire project crumples and implodes.

The matador is gored, the real jumps out and punctures the screen or strip of film, destroying it. . . . The challenge isn’t to depict this real realistically, or even ‘well’, but to approach it in the full knowledge that, like some roving black hole, it represents (though that’s not the right word anymore) the point at which the writing’s entire project crumples and implodes.