We can no longer sit idly by as others steal our mouths, our anuses, our genitals, our nerves, our guts, our arteries, in order to fashion parts and works in an ignoble mechanism of production which links capital, exploitation, and the family. We can no longer allow others to turn our mucous membranes, our skin, all our sensitive areas into occupied territory – territory controlled and regimented by other, to which we are forbidden access.
The thing was finding something that
must start again and again
and again beneath the Daily
Beast via the uber-grump.
When Republicans in the Fort
Worth City of Angels put your
brain in my home, I marry them,
they use my bathroom.
I treat them just like Suprematism!
I feel like an artist! I discovered Aesop,
King Arthur, Greek Myths and all of which
has everything or nothing to express it.
Collaboration work between painter Leonora Carrington & Alexandro Jodorowsky in Mexico, 1957.
"During a party, Luis Buñuel, seduced by Carrington’s beauty and emboldened by the notion that she had transcended all bourgeois morality, proposed (with his characteristic bluntness) that she become his mistress. Without even waiting for her answer, he gave her the key to the secret studio that he used as a love nest and told her to meet him at three o’clock the next afternoon. Early the next morning, Leonora went to visit the place alone. She found it tasteless: It looked exactly like a motel room. Taking advantage of the fact that she was in her menstrual period, she covered her hands with blood and used them to make bloody handprints all over the walls in order to provide a bit of decoration for that anonymous, impersonal room. Buñuel never spoke to her again.”
- Alejandro Jodorowsky, The Spiritual Journey of Alejandro Jodorowsky: The Creator of El Topo
"dick dock Ouroboros"
have something to say
about the amputees of shit
(their words) opposed
to their monuments (my words):
“We are in the act
of giving in to being shaped
by outside forces—we draw
you inward—that’s why the
constant melancholy expelling.
Look, I wrapped my pink baby
blanket with an extension cord,
plugged the male and
female together and left it
on the floor. I did that
for you.” I do not want
to be harmed, so I
politely look down.
No Self-Deprecating Awareness Name List(10/11-10/17)
Primal Scream - Screamadelica
Ultravox - Ultravox
Television Personalities -The Painted Word
Felt - The Strange Idols Pattern & Other Short Stories/Me and a Monkey on the Moon
Labradford - Mi Media Naranja
Morton Feldman - Piano & Orchestra/Cello & Orchestra
Roberto Cacciapaglia - Sei Note in Logica
Kid Creole & The Coconuts - Wise Guy
Milt Jackson - The Milt Jackson Quartet
Red Garland Quintet - Dig It!
Yazoo - Upstairs at Erik’s
Bryan Ferry - Bete Noir
Pulp - We Love Life
The Charlatans - Some Friendly
Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell - Unity
Husker Du - New Day Rising/Zen Arcade
The Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band - In the Jungle, Babe
Joni Mitchell - Hissing of Summer Lawns/Ladies of the Canyon/Travelogue
Melvins - Hold it In
McCoy Tyner - Tender Moments
Harold Budd - The Room
Bonnie Raitt - Takin’ My Time
The Bats - The Law of Things
Kleenex/Liliput - Anthology
Supergrass - In it for the Money
The Acorn - Tin Fist
Roy Wood - On the Road Again
Subway Sect - 1978 Again
Red Asphalt - Unreleased
Sonic Youth - Sonic Nurse
Julia Fischer & Gordon Nikoloic - Mozart: Sinfonia Concertante, K. 364/Concertone in C Major, K. 190/Rondo in C Major, K. 373
David Holzman - Music of Stefan Wolpe, Vol. 6
Erykah Badu - Baduizm
Ahmad Jamal - Poincia Revisited/Freeflight
Georges Franju - Les yeux sans visage
Arrow - "Darkness on the Edge of Town"/"Sacrifice"
Hermann Broch - Death of Virgil
Arthur Rimbaud - Collected Poems & Selected Letters (trans. Fowlie)
Jen Hofer - Slide Rule
Wilson & Frediani - Our Whole Lives: Sexuality Education for Grades 7-9
- Arsenio Hall: Your middle name is "Macho," but I'm wondering if you've ever cried. Has the Macho Man ever cried?
- Macho Man Randy Savage: Ooooh yeahhh, uh-huh. It's okay for macho men to show every emotion available. Because I've cried a thousand times, and I'm gonna cry some more!
Hurry up, the guest will be here
any minute…we hold our
breath, bat our lashes.
shake hands — me too…
Again. Fireworks. Not
like “Love American Style”
as I remember it. Classicism sustained….
Ruined by Speculation (this is where the title really is)
I’m being kind, for once, here are all the tools…
Carry the day me too…
By any means necessary me too…
& don’t insult me me too…
By (inferring?) content me too…
A line drawing epic
sound tracked w/ Beethoven.
A film to hear, words to see.
Oh, nothing special.
My books are not signs of any truth
I subscribe to, they only
add speed to you viewing me.
It’s easy to stay fresh…
Don’t you like American art?
No, that ended a long time ago.
Very well, silence then.
(did I avoid the poem,
did it become something else?)
We always take time to reach each other.
Finally, we put a hand on a knee.
Hilma af Klint, Evolution, no.9 1908