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.
Showing posts with label transgression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label transgression. Show all posts

Friday, 30 September 2011

Thanatokinesis

call it a LOW DEFINITION or NO DEFINITION pixel-autopsy
medi-cine

Solve et coagula

solve and bind, 16mm handpainted found footage
there are two versions, one silent 16mm without digital editing, the other with a digital John Zorn soundtrack added



Thursday, 29 September 2011

Framing The Circle

the absent center shot through an ordinary lens protection cap

version with soundtrack by John Zorn and Terje Rypdal


silent version

Friday, 26 August 2011

defunct

"Ich und viele Kollegen behaupten, die Avantgarde ist schon lange tot, gestorben vor dem Ersten Weltkrieg. Die meiste Musik wurde zum Zeitpunkt ihres Entstehens nicht verstanden. Popmusik lebt davon, zum Zeitpunkt ihres Entstehens verstanden zu werden. Meine Musik ist auch Popmusik, aber wahrscheinlich nicht für diese Zeit."
Elliott Sharp, 8/11

The avantgarde is dead, long live the avantgarde, or: old garde against avant-garde...
As long as it is possible to gain consciousness of a certain social status quo, a socio-economic, political nexus of cultural actions and reactions in a certain state of historic vacuum, unconscious collective forces of destruction, leading cultural movements sustaining artlike expressions excluding art as an exception, there is the possibility alive to set advanced positions: these advanced positions mean self sufficient art itself - not "art pour l'art" - but art that is subversive and political by itself without any impositions. Every crucial act of life is "avantgarde" transgressing the mere factor of cultural sustention.
As long as certain works of art will transgress the idealistic illusion of a historic "whole", a whole of homogenic psycho- and sexual-economic ensembles, there will be existing some sort of "avantgarde". In case of any avantgarde phenomenon every try for historiography seems even more senseless than in other cases concerning postpolitical attempts. Any cultural structure that sets no advanced positions is doomed to die. Every esthetic process is stifled when avantgarde is understood as "télos", working by beginning and end, as a mere even "revolutionary" historic phase with before and after, as a process with a certain aim that can be fulfilled or failed. Avantgarde is not avantgarde because a public majority is def and blind for it, but because it is advanced compared to a certain psychological state of a society and culture. Avantgarde is advanced and most archaic, symbolic, Aion, Kairos, cast out from the ordinary signs of historic time, driven by insight and access to deeper layers of the social unconscious. It does not mean the death of death as history but death as a process, which is the subversive act of life itself, the exceptional, singular material of ART.
Today avantgarde in motion picture could mean operating between digital video and analogue film material, building consciousness of what this means for existence and thinking. But avantgarde today has many other scopes. People talking about the death or "end" of this and that are the perfect slaves for a cultural marketplace, even if they get the tag "advanced" by certain public organs. The most decadent state might be reached again soon it seems by the cycle of rotten offical western culture, the state of fascism and mass delusion, the church state of pre-fascism is long reached marked by certain signs as for instance the speaking about "death" or "end" of avantgardistic powers in all fields of creation. Wanting the death of the exception in Godards words is the perfect state for any aristotelian social organism that desires to sustain its telos, to fulfill its function. But the death of such functional organisms is what the advanced creation sees, de-functus, disfunction for one side, act of life itself for the other.
After all, as avantgardist John Cage said: "Self alteration, not self expression..."

finally, old garde against avant-garde...

D/A - Diarchitectures from Todeskino Collective on Vimeo.

Kind of programmatic for our combination of analogue film materials (8/16mm) and digital techniques (H)DV.

www.myspace.com/todeskino

www.youtube.com/user/todeskino

www.dailymotion.com/todeskino



Saturday, 9 July 2011

transgressing people

"If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel." Jim Morrison





Doubles Exposure (part) von Todeskino



http://mythicalcompositions.blogspot.com/

Saturday, 28 May 2011

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

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).



Saturday, 21 May 2011

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!"