Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Sleep
Sleep as consequence of every exhaustion, exhaustion as consequence of every excessive excitement-
The necessity for sleep, the deification and adoration of the very concept "sleep" in all pessimistic religions and philosophies-
The exhaustion is in this case a racial exhaustion: sleep, regarded psychologically, is only a symbol of a much deeper and longer compulsion to rest-
In practice it is death that works so seductively behind the image of its brother, sleep-
The necessity for sleep, the deification and adoration of the very concept "sleep" in all pessimistic religions and philosophies-
The exhaustion is in this case a racial exhaustion: sleep, regarded psychologically, is only a symbol of a much deeper and longer compulsion to rest-
In practice it is death that works so seductively behind the image of its brother, sleep-
Friday, December 12, 2008
Tautology
The Viennese logicians worked out a system wherein everything is, as far as I understood it, a tautology, that is a repetition of premises. In mathematics, it goes from a very simple theorem to a very complicated one, but it's all in the first theorem. So, metaphysics: tautology; religion: tautology: everything is tautology, except black coffee because the senses are in control! The eyes see the black coffee, the senses are in control, it's the truth; but the rest is always tautology.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
3 Angels
I was just about to have my degree show. Fine Art at Middlesex University. That's when i had the dream. I think it was actually the night before the opening. I was in my bed. Literally, and in the dream. Three angels came down to greet me. They came as energy and lifting me out, spirit and consciousness, onto an astral plan. A plateau like in the desert. These were the spirits were Marcel Duchamp, Joseph Beuys and Yves Klein. The were very present and i clearly recognized who they were. Beuys and Klein came in from the sides and Duchamp from underneath. They remained individually distinct but combined to become a unified force and body of energy, like that of a cosmic magic carpet and they floated me out into the void. I was hovering about 6 feet above ground, facing the ground when they began to reveal to me their unfolding sculpture. On the ground below began to appear interlocking compartments. They were about 4 feet across horizontally but stretched indefinitely vertically as we floated outward in a linear fashion. Each compartment was inhabited by one artists work but they all interlinked together to make a conjoining labyrinth. Beuy's felt, fat or a red cross here. A Klein sponge or gold leaf there. Duchamp's ready-mades and concepts poured into his boxes. And so on as we passed over the sculpture it grew and grew and continued to open and reveal an ever changing combination of juxtapositions which carried on for miles and miles. It was the perfect sculpture and with no end. Pure harmony. All the elements fit together and formed a staggeringly beautiful whole. I was in a state of bliss. Rapture! Privileged! I was being shown another dimension. Like the opening of a Third eye. They had passed me the baton. This was their message to me. To pick up where they had left off. Move further into the void!
I woke up with a big smile on my face. It's not every night you get visited in your dream by the spirits of Duchamp, Bueys & Klein simultaneously. If i could reproduce what i had seen it would have been the greatest work of art ever made. But that would be impossible! I saw it briefly before it faded away into my unconscienceness upon waking. Nevertheless, the message had been received. I was to continue my own path into the void and beyond.
And then i got a job like everybody else! But it was a damn fine dream damn you!
I haven't given up yet! Those guys might be watching....
I haven't given up yet! Those guys might be watching....
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
A Certain Ratio! Oh how we danced!
Why this video has been removed is beyond me. It's a guy at some University in Canada dancing to a Certain Ratio track. He is totally free wheeler it! I don't get it! Who would take this off Youtube? Why? Violation of what?
Nostalgia got the better of me! Sue me!
It's the Gary Blair Witch Effect
Ah yes Catalina! Our magic night with Pere Ubu! Wicked!
Ah yes Catalina! Our magic night with Pere Ubu! Wicked!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Don't cry, mimicry
Mimicry is a very bad concept, since it relies on binary logic to describe phenomena of an entirely different nature. The crocodile does not reproduce a tree trunk, any more than the chameleon reproduces the colors of its surroundings. The Pink Panther imitates nothing, it reproduces nothing, it paints the world its color , pink on pink; this is its becoming-world, carried out in such a way that it becomes imperceptible itself, asignifying, makes its rupture, its own line of flight, follows its "aparallel evolution" through to the end. The wisdom of the plants: even when they have roots, there is always an outside where they form a rhizome with something else - with the wind, an animal, human beings (and there is also an aspect under which animals themselves form rhizomes, as do people, etc.) "Drunkenness as a triumphant irruption of the plant in us."
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