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Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Saturday, 1 October 2011
Friday, 30 September 2011
Monday, 27 June 2011
Death is a hurdy gurdy man
www 666 the empire state building of those deprived of TOUCH. morsing their SOS into the vast, fucked universe like dead birds. This time we do the same, Schubert/Todeskino, Mizzi and the syphilis, death is a hurdy gurdy man...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sIIS-UgixGE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sIIS-UgixGE
Saturday, 25 June 2011
In darkness let me (d)well
"Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their lost fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.
Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.
From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world's despite."
JOHN DOWLAND (1563-1626)
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their lost fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.
Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.
From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world's despite."
JOHN DOWLAND (1563-1626)
Friday, 17 June 2011
Identificazione/autopsia di una donna - low resolution pixel autopsy
This is what I asked a virtureal psychiatrist friend recently:
"if you studied medicine the whole shit like a real doc psychiatrist and not just like some funny psychotherapist
then please tell me how it was to cut a human skull in two with a saw, taking the brain out cutting it into slices with a kitchen knive to analyze it like a "scientific" object or to stir into a pile of entrails after the famous Y-cut...
my father, an ordinary worker, worked in a hospital and saw it often, no big deal DEATH, although he's sensible, not even the smell is very bad... what about the smell? is it really not so strong?
are artists the only people getting a scent of death or are they just stupid ridiculous idiots? cuz "normal" people and doctors seems to find no big issue in it, the experience...
me for my part i will use some found footage of this in the video I am preparing now, youtube broadcast yourself... is that the way it is explained to the students what human physis is?:
"if you studied medicine the whole shit like a real doc psychiatrist and not just like some funny psychotherapist
then please tell me how it was to cut a human skull in two with a saw, taking the brain out cutting it into slices with a kitchen knive to analyze it like a "scientific" object or to stir into a pile of entrails after the famous Y-cut...
my father, an ordinary worker, worked in a hospital and saw it often, no big deal DEATH, although he's sensible, not even the smell is very bad... what about the smell? is it really not so strong?
are artists the only people getting a scent of death or are they just stupid ridiculous idiots? cuz "normal" people and doctors seems to find no big issue in it, the experience...
me for my part i will use some found footage of this in the video I am preparing now, youtube broadcast yourself... is that the way it is explained to the students what human physis is?:
Friday, 10 June 2011
The Act of Seeing w/ One's Own Eyes - Brakhage
as an re-al-action to the wonderful post "...." by Dorianda
Todeskino, cinema ov death by Stan Brakhage
Todeskino, cinema ov death by Stan Brakhage
Sunday, 22 May 2011
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).
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).
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