Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Monday, December 29, 2008

Sunday, December 28, 2008

I like the Zeitgeist baby!

See the movie! Homer has nothing to do with it!
http://www.zeitgeistmovie.com/

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-

Codex Gigas

http://www.kb.se/codex-gigas/eng/

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

Dada

Dada is this; Dada is that; Dada is this;
Dada is that; Dada is nevertheless shit.

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....

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Blimey to the moon

Big yellow taxi

Yeah yeah...just a regular guy!


Cut em up like regular chickens?

The answer to all our questions...

or the question to all our answers? R questions? Our answers?

You know who you are!

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?

Pigbag? Don't stop me now Pigfarmer...

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!

I was in a gang once!

Wolfgang! Yeah, he loved it in the ass...

The Battle Begins

Couch Terrorism


Couch Situation Project by Kyle Crawley from Todd Taylor on Vimeo.

Jesus Lizard

Monday, November 24, 2008

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Ogre & ohGr

Best drug buddy evah! The spins! SSShack up baby, shack up!


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."

Oh, you've got beautiful green eyes!

Prepare to meet your maker!

Verboten Yaaaah!

ssexy

Tigger

Here's one for Sparky the Wonderdog

One floor below 777

My name is Michael Cain & Abel