Philippa Fallon performs the nihilistic beat poem ‘High School Drag’ aka ‘The Big Switch’ in High School Confidential (1958).
“Tool a fast shore, swing with a gassy chick.
Turn on to a thousand joys.
Smile on what happened, or check what’s going to happen,
You’ll miss what’s happening.
Turn your eyes inside and dig the vacuum.”
blue canary
certified fun – print one out for yourself!
Käthe Kollwitz (July 8, 1867 – April 22, 1945)
“I have never produced anything cold but always to some extent with my blood. I do not want to die…until I have faithfully made the most of my talent and cultivated the seed that was placed in me until the last small twig has grown. I am in the world to change the world.”






http://www.rogallery.com/Kollwitz/Kollwitz-bio.htm
http://www.spaightwoodgalleries.com/Pages/Kollwitz_self_portraits.html
aragorn. the unmerchant of unchicken. #muizenberg
Bolo’bolo, Plant Based Café & Bookshop, Muizenberg, Cape Town
© Germaine de Larch Images. First published on www.life-writ-large.posterous.com
the evil which may come
francine van hove
for every girl who throws out her e-z bake oven, there is a boy who wishes to find one
© Germaine de Larch Images. First published on www.life-writ-large.posterous.com
the straight and narrow #observatory #cape town
© Germaine de Larch Images. First published on www.life-writ-large.posterous.com
hang on to your ego
i need to release myself..
monty python – “french subtitled film”
Monty Python’s Flying Circus sketch from Season 2, Episode 10; first aired 1 December 1970; recorded 2 July 1970.
unsuitable girls
where’ll i’ll un-be in ireland tonight!
malcolm de chazal
from SENS PLASTIQUE
A bicycle rolls on the road.
The road is the third wheel
Rolling the other two.
The water says to the wave,
“You are swallowing me.”
“How could I?”
Replied the wave,
“I am your mouth.”
The dew
Said to the sun,
“Do you see me?”
“No,” said the sun.
“I am your eyes.”
With their peaks
Two mountains
Were touching a cloud.
For an instant
The cloud felt
Topsyturvy
Unable to find
Its head.
When the fine
Seized the branch
The branch gave way
And the flower
Stuck its head out
To see what was going on.
Fanning yourself?
Not so.
The fan’s in the wind’s hand
That’s why
You feel cool.
“I’ve gone all the way around
The Earth,”
One man said.
“Poor fellow
And all that time
You haven’t progressed
Half an inch
In your body.”
The pupil
Turned the eyes
The iris followed
The white of the eye
Delayed
Just long enough
Friend
for you
To slip into the face
Of the one you love.
“I love you,”
The woman said.
“Be careful,”
Said her lover,
“Don’t love me
Too much
Or you’ll come back
To yourself
Love is round.”
“One and one
Make two”
Said the mathematician.
What’s that
To God and the zero?
Cut water
As much as you like
Never
Will you find
The skeleton.
The skeleton of wind
In life itself.
The eye
Is a oneactor
Theater.
Absolute
Mastery
Of the body
Comes only in death.
“I’ll never
Be
Old”
Said the man
“I have hope.”
Emptiness
Has no
Way
Out.
If light unfurled
Its peacock tail
There would be
No room
For life.
Sugar
Doesn’t know
What it tastes like.
Someone
Tasting it
Gives sugar
A taste of sugar.
A stone
Hears its heart beat
Only
In the rain.
The circle
Is an alibi
For the center
And the center
Is a pretext
For the circle.
The quickest route
From ourselves
To ourselves
Is the Universe.
Blue
Always has
An idea
Up its sleeve.
Night
Is a rimless
Hole.
The road
Runs
In both directions
That’s why
It stands still.
“Take me
Naked”
The flower said
To the sun,
“Before
Night
Closes
My thighs”
The noise,
bit off bits of itself
And left
Its teeth
Among
The keys
Of the piano.
She wore
Her smile
Pinned
To her teeth.
Light
Dressed
For the afternoon
Went
To play golf
With the holes.
The lake
This morning
After
A bad
Night
Got into
Its tub
To relax.
The wave
Out of its depth
On the shore
Went down.
He was
In such a hurry
To get to life
That it
Let him go.
She anchored
Her hips
In his eyes
And brought him
To port.
The car
Will never
Attain
The speed
Of the road.
november növelet – i see real
monkey see, monkey do
still from pour your body out (7354 cubic meters), by pipilotti rist
bataille (at least)
“If, cruel, it does not invite us to die in ravishment, art at least has the virtue of putting a moment of our happiness on a plane equal to death.” – The cruel practice of art
violent femmes – country death song
maak’s spirit
Some Belgian friends of friends, who have opened an art space called King Kong in Joburg in an old factory, bought these guys, Maak’s Spirit, over from that country to SA recently … they played for four days, every day and every night, for hours, before returning. I only saw one gig, wish I had seen more .. they warp reality with their genius ..
lisa hannigan – passenger
Lisa Hannigan performing her song “Passenger” outside Graywhale store in Salt Lake City, Utah, 11/2/09. Credits to Kyle M.
“Walking ’round Chicago I have smuggled you as cargo
Though you are far away unknowing
By the time we get to Salt Lake, I have packed you in my suitcase
Ironed the creases from my own remembering…”
einstürzende mobauten
The Barbershop Quintet of the Fancy Ticklers performing as Einstürzende Mobauten, in aid of Movember! They’re covering the song “Garden”.
nine inch nails – the way out is through
Unofficial video by Erik Innocent for the song “The Way Out Is Through” from the album The Fragile by Nine Inch Nails. This video won the Golden Peace Medallion at the 2007 Berkeley Video and Film Festival.
jun togawa – mushi no onna – “pupa woman” (1984)
“There is a feeling I’ve had ever since childhood: that there exist many different “worlds” and I was born in the wrong one, a world I don’t quite fit into. I’ve felt this strong feeling of wrongness all through my life. There is no space for me in this world. Every time I believe I’ve finally found my place, someone comes to me and says “Go away! You’re not supposed to be here.” ~ Jun Togawa – more of this interview HERE.
Mushi No Onna (“Pupa-woman”) – translation from the internet…
In the forest, in the white moonlight, I dig in the ground and find many cicada chrysalises.
Ahh… Ahh…
They are my shape that has changed completely, thinking too much about you.
I am a woman who is an insect that sips sap in the forest, in the frozen moonlight.
When you finally notice me, I have already become an insect with a light brown belly
The mysterious grasses are parasitic on me, and a stem of sorrow grows up from my light brown back.
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There is a very pretty video for the slow version of “Mushi no Onna“, but Sony Music has restricted its viewability on Youtube to Japan… ANNOYING! I have managed to find it, though (w00t) and you should watch it HERE. I can’t get it to embed properly, unfortunately.
The following is an intense live version of the more commonly available “punk” version of the song, which riffs on Pachelbel’s Canon:
Another translation:
Moonlight in the white forest
In all of the trees
Cicadas emerge from their chrysalises
Ah ah, ah ah
And so, as thoughts of you run through my head,
my body reaches the final stage of transformation
Moonlight in the frozen forest
Sipping sap, I am an insect woman
When you notice me
amber has filled me up
The girl who changed into an insect,
a parasite in the strange grass,
growing stems of sadness from her amber back
rilke on confusion and uncertainty
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”
~ Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet: Letter Four (16 July 1903).
babymetal – headbanger
The latest addition to the ‘everything japan/manga/anime/music/fashion’ obsession of my girls. Babymetal is super super commercial, total fusion of girlgroup meets metal, over the top. Everything that I dislike in music, but I still like it (shame on me).
the void
it’s hallowe’en!
… And I’m in Ireland, so i asked the ghost in the machine to post these on my behalf :)
Albert Ayler – Spirits (1964)
Disney’s Silly Symphony (1929)
Screaming Lord Sutch & The Savages – ‘Til The Following Night(1961)
Blacktop – “From Beyond”. Blacktop was a short-lived swamp-rock project from the mid ’90s by unheralded genius singer/guitarist Mick Collins of the Gories and the Dirtbombs.
The Bar-Kays – Holy Ghost
Kristin Hersh feat. Michael Stipe – Your Ghost
Clara Rockmore – Nocturne in C# minor













