The Dark Angels are a come and go crew. They create then disappear like street art. Their works exist in fragments, particles that float, dust motes that spin before the wind that blows them to faraway places. They are individuals that work as one. Deep as oceans, as impenetrable as the night. Art urchins and poets, they dissolve before they form. They are the Dark Angels, they are discharge. They are a bloody mouthful.

Friday, 27 May 2011

Broadcast yourself!

who is broadcasting YOU?
who is YOUR neat little music journalist INSIDE to put you on TV?
who puts you on the STAGE to express yourSELF?
who are you talking to?
who do you respond to? Honestly...
"Self alteration, not self expression." (John Cage)
Hera Clit
Substance-Subject-Process-logos-FIRE
PHYSIS
What do you want to HAPPEN, when people listen to you?
What do you want to happen, when people look at you?
ANSWER:
I want them not to wanna dance...
There's a bit too much dance music for my taste!
The rest is self explanatory.

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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

cool

28 May 2011 at 04:47
Anonymous said...

Sorry. I'm not well read enough to get all your references, but I think i get your drift. You seek the source of consciousness, same as me.

Previously, I just enjoyed an opportunity to hear and see Diamanda...

28 May 2011 at 05:42

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