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.

Sunday, 29 May 2011

Fragment 02


DRAWINGS © Laurent Fièvre

Paper (pastel, ink, pen) 14.5 x 21 cm
27/05/2011

© Ana Abrunhosa by Albano Ruela [animated]

e and Flesh Dog Bon

Homage to Ruela




Noemia's Double


Model: Noémia Rebelo


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LIFE MADE FOR INDUSTRY
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© Doriandra Serena Smith by Albano Ruela [animated]

Saturday, 28 May 2011

© Nera by Albano Ruela




[animated here]


Montana Rainroom


Montana Rainroom

aprox. 40"x 48"
acrylic/canvas

Le sexe cérébral

an old sexfilm by
T.C. recently rediscovered
meticulously restorated by the
luminous bros.
for all of you ready
to get their minds blown
without withdrawal or nasty
hangover side effects
like caused by drugs
or e-motional confusion
unleashed by erotic involvement
just an artistic machinery a
machine fuck and
paratactic kick in the ass of
the gnostic demiurgos

The Avenue of Doctor Onimus


I thought the world didn't end last week.
So why, when I went for a stroll this afternoon along the Cote D'Azur, was this is all I could see?

© Doriandra Serena Smith by Albano Ruela

Friday, 27 May 2011

The lotus eater..

in my dream i travel to this wonderful new place..
 away from the protection and dull routine that makes my soul ill..
the irony,
what i desire
what blows my mind away
is as solid and unforgiving
as Death itself

Dont Eat the lotus...

© Robert Constant & Laurent by Albano Ruela

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.

~immortal bird~ (Current 93)..i left something of myself in You...

© Ross by Albano Ruela

Thursday, 26 May 2011

the more bitter the taste..the better the medicine...

repost, repeat, i am mute

i should not follow where your eyes used to lead me, yes, everybody lingers in the dust where they placed faith, based upon the deepest intuitive- the integral anatomist deep knowledge that they had come home, only to be proven wrong as is the endless route upon a faulted way since one can only feel what is right inside their own skin and be isolated there within for we are not of one another, rather just momentary glimpses into the random mirrors of others eyes, stuffing the holes, frantically grabbing at each other to soak up the endless mental bleeding- sinking skin into skin to feel attached, you were all i ever needed, just wanted to share your life as my small insect mind could only give all i knew yet the proverbial hips did not move right enough to fill the hole so we ran, running circles for ever and ever, so just try this, this endless black night, come home to your quiet mess, over and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over and some bright and nameless day- break the circle- tear it from your corpus callosum (WHITE MATTER) and throw it in the backyard to rot away and inevitably, no matter how it starts- rise up to steer clear of those that can see beyond the mirror, you know of that dark and miasmic side of endless night- there are a few of us that wear it like exquisite pulchritude- you are one, i am one, someday grace will find our other ones, be it graveside, sky side- all the same, serpent keeps it's tail distinguished from it's mouth but in the end, it's all the same straight, yet lachrymose flexible line towards the end.
i threw away the rage, no thought response needed, just a nameless and lugubrious affection ensues from a great distance- aimed straight and true..but in the end, dead wrong.

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forgive us our petty vanities, our cruel dispositions, genocidal rages, ineffective assumptions, crushing poverty and paralytic helplessness.

Tuesday, 24 May 2011

© Ana Saule by Albano Ruela




[animated here]

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exposed and barren, the thrill you see. rat peeled back the remnants and a cool wind blew in from the west, disheveling all of the written words..
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CRESTFALLEN BY THE NINTH WAVE
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Warning


"...there's iron in my heart

I was born without your favor
But my feelings were a little bit too strong
Just a little bit too strong."

- Black Sabbath

Sunday, 22 May 2011

© kOLya & © Laurent by Albano Ruela



Use Condom

For Some Reason, Maybe Just Because Of - Beentjes/Donovan/Patterson

. chaoS . a_narchY / fashion iS not dead! . 4 /t. [animated]


a _ n a r c h Y: ceci n'est pas une blog

Cannes can can

Lars von Trier loves Hitler and says Israel sucks. Furthermore he wants to shoot a hardcore porn with his youngest daughter Kirsten Dunst (or Dust? or something like that...), neat offspring of his, begot together with the Fuehrer in a wild night including a coprophagia-sandwich with spiderman. If his career is over now there might be a chance for the poor soul to work with Eva brown Herrmann in the future, a reactionary german journalist, or to get Mr. Müller from Müller milk Germany as a possible producer for his next projects for the future of fascism. Mr. Müller supports the NPD, the german NSDAP of our times. If that all fails he still could make a cheap election spot for the NPD...

"I wanna suck MÜLLER Milch from your titties, my bitchiebitchiedaughter...!"

Atomization

1. Transgression: the hateless destruction of man by art and love.



2. There are still songs to sing beyond man.
"Es sind noch Lieder zu singen jenseits der Menschen" (Celan)
Zähl an !
Il y a des chansons a chanter au dela des humains...







HAHAHA what a nothingness! The laughter of the gods...



That is good sex... Getting fucked by light and colour! Scattering your remains into spacetime...



"Sei wie dieser!" Hoelderlin, Hyperion, Adamas



"Todeskino" = cinema of death = death in motion, death as motion
It's gonna dissolve you like Aspirin in the volcanic crater of Empedocle...
Watch out!

3. La consommation du feu, air, des images, les dieux de la production
MONEY
"The phallus is not a sign refering to the penis but due to its ambiguity/equivocation/polysemy a symbol." CG Jung, Ein moderner Mythus, in: Zivilisation im Übergang. Dusseldorf 1995, S.337-474, S.366, footnote (3).



Sidewalk

Saturday, 21 May 2011

© Rémy by Albano Ruela

Talking shit or Cut that crap OR Shit into gold

1. Like everything and every thing it's consisting of only one image, but the parameters are always changing... lol



2. Why in our world is a film like "The Lost Works and Masters" rejected by the "official" contemporary "art scene" to say "festival culture", when it is obvious for every artloving spectator with eyes in the heart that is is eye to eye with the most striking experimental films and most cosmick works of art? Stan, Maya, Ed, Bruce, Bruce, Dziga, Kenneth, Kurt, James, Hollis... et al. The music by Delia, she wrote it for us long before I was born. Stars. The greatest respect always to you ol' lady. Modern FEMALE genius and pioneer of electronic music, forced to die as an alcoholic wreck by life in a society that is all but DRUNKEN. WE TELL YOU THE ANSWER: It's rejected by nihilistic mediocrity because it reminds man that he's NOTHING. Not in a "religious", sociological or whatever sense like good or evil, precious or cheap etc. but simply NOTHING. That's what art tells in the best case, the transgression of creator and spectator, that there is no truth about "something", there's only truth about NOTHING. Maybe. Face your neat little soul, your bound little mind. There's nothing BUT acts of experience. Experiences can also be "religious", to all you nihilists, but it's transcending nothing, paradox hard to bear. The death of art is "des Todes Tod", fascism. OR, gold, to quote a YOUNG wise man: "They all seek their own existence, to assure their existence against that complete atomization into nothingness. Man cannot stand a meaningless life."

We once described the video as follows: "The structures of the human self are breaking at the dike of a fundamental solitude, and the dreams, the ephemeric visions of mind in its corporal mode are nothing but the traces of its broken shells, left behind on the shores of reason. They may be significant products of the unconscious but, what is more important, they are the blind testimonies of the only act that exists in nature, the act of breaking of reality that is the only reality as it appears. The feeling of that singular loneliness is the one desire of the illusive self, its symbolic relativity in a simultaneous space and time, the desert of being."

OR
as the gorgeous harpy puts it:
"PS What's the last thing to go through a mosquito's mind when it hits your windscreen? It's arse!"

Mary The Lizzard





Model: Mary Nemain