April 28, 2013
April 12, 2013
saint genet
child in double exile:
Though he does not yet dream clearly of becoming a saint, he feels that a man is not worth much if he does not live on grasshoppers, if he does not die at the stake with a smile on his lips. This exaltation betrays his secret disorder. It is not unusual for young boys to have extreme tastes, for them to want to be perfect, to be everything, to be first in everything, but if they want to become great captains or great doctors, it is in order to be great among men and of a greatness recognized by men. In Genet's mysticism, however, we discern a rejection of the human order. An abandoned child, he takes revenge by admiring the children who abandon father and mother to follow Christ. It pleases him that saints are answerable only to God, that they long to wrest themselves from the species and that they go counter to their most legitimate desires in order to achieve within themselves an anti-nature. His contempt for his body makes asceticism easy for him. For the same reasons we shall later see him make of love a form of torture. But above all he asks God to give him the rightful existence that men deny him. He derives at least one advantage from his orphan's solitude: his inner life is not socialized. No gaze disturbs his original privacy. Alone, without words, without a secret witness, he lives within himself in a state of concubinage. This solitude will be later mated; he will talk to himself, he will worship himself, reinventing for his own use the archaic myths of the double and of the twins.
note:
"God"
"Christ"
"grasshoppers"
Though he does not yet dream clearly of becoming a saint, he feels that a man is not worth much if he does not live on grasshoppers, if he does not die at the stake with a smile on his lips. This exaltation betrays his secret disorder. It is not unusual for young boys to have extreme tastes, for them to want to be perfect, to be everything, to be first in everything, but if they want to become great captains or great doctors, it is in order to be great among men and of a greatness recognized by men. In Genet's mysticism, however, we discern a rejection of the human order. An abandoned child, he takes revenge by admiring the children who abandon father and mother to follow Christ. It pleases him that saints are answerable only to God, that they long to wrest themselves from the species and that they go counter to their most legitimate desires in order to achieve within themselves an anti-nature. His contempt for his body makes asceticism easy for him. For the same reasons we shall later see him make of love a form of torture. But above all he asks God to give him the rightful existence that men deny him. He derives at least one advantage from his orphan's solitude: his inner life is not socialized. No gaze disturbs his original privacy. Alone, without words, without a secret witness, he lives within himself in a state of concubinage. This solitude will be later mated; he will talk to himself, he will worship himself, reinventing for his own use the archaic myths of the double and of the twins.
note:
"God"
"Christ"
"grasshoppers"
March 28, 2013
March 27, 2013
March 25, 2013
hailing murderers
if you dig george w. Bush's new paintings
& photos of Obama playing basketball,
you might dig this visual of their other cool hobby:
http://drones.pitchinteractive.com/
& photos of Obama playing basketball,
you might dig this visual of their other cool hobby:
http://drones.pitchinteractive.com/
March 21, 2013
March 20, 2013
rothko
the justified anger of a man who felt destined to paint temples
hire myself out to whom?
what beast must i worship?
what sacred images should i destroy?
what lies am i supposed to believe?
what hearts shall i break?
march through whose blood?
only to find his canvases treated as trade goods
hire myself out to whom?
what beast must i worship?
what sacred images should i destroy?
what lies am i supposed to believe?
what hearts shall i break?
march through whose blood?
March 15, 2013
March 11, 2013
February 20, 2013
February 04, 2013
January 28, 2013
b
They sang “Danny Boy” at his funeral and the Lord’s Prayer
Preacher talked ’bout Christ betrayed
It’s like the earth just opened and swallowed him up
He reached too high, was thrown back to the ground
You know what they say about being nice to the right people on the way up
Sooner or later you gonna meet them comin’ down
He looked straight into the sun and said revenge is mine, hon'
But he drinks, and drinks can be fixed.
There’s a retired businessman named Red
Cast down from heaven and he’s out of his head
He feeds off of everyone that he can touch
He said he only deals in cash or sells tickets to a plane crash
He’s not somebody that you play around with much
Well, they’ll choose a man for you to meet tonight
You’ll play the fool and learn how to walk through doors
How to enter into the gates of paradise
No, how to carry a burden too heavy to be yours
Yeah, from the stage they’ll be tryin’ to get water outa rocks
A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand and say thanks
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in
Sing “Amazing Grace” all the way to the Swiss banks
They got some beautiful people out there, man
They can be a terror to your mind and show you how to hold your tongue
They got mystery written all over their forehead
They kill babies in the crib and say only the good die young
They don’t believe in mercy
Judgement on them is something that you’ll never see
They can exalt you up or bring you down bankrupt
Turn you into anything that they want you to be
Preacher talked ’bout Christ betrayed
It’s like the earth just opened and swallowed him up
He reached too high, was thrown back to the ground
You know what they say about being nice to the right people on the way up
Sooner or later you gonna meet them comin’ down
He looked straight into the sun and said revenge is mine, hon'
But he drinks, and drinks can be fixed.
There’s a retired businessman named Red
Cast down from heaven and he’s out of his head
He feeds off of everyone that he can touch
He said he only deals in cash or sells tickets to a plane crash
He’s not somebody that you play around with much
Well, they’ll choose a man for you to meet tonight
You’ll play the fool and learn how to walk through doors
How to enter into the gates of paradise
No, how to carry a burden too heavy to be yours
Yeah, from the stage they’ll be tryin’ to get water outa rocks
A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand and say thanks
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in
Sing “Amazing Grace” all the way to the Swiss banks
They got some beautiful people out there, man
They can be a terror to your mind and show you how to hold your tongue
They got mystery written all over their forehead
They kill babies in the crib and say only the good die young
They don’t believe in mercy
Judgement on them is something that you’ll never see
They can exalt you up or bring you down bankrupt
Turn you into anything that they want you to be
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| Arthur's Landing yelling "Allen Allen Allen" |
January 16, 2013
January 15, 2013
January 08, 2013
January 04, 2013
December 19, 2012
December 17, 2012
December 07, 2012
November 12, 2012
Noa Noa
Tehura- wise & affectionate and then filled with folly & frivolity. two opposite beings (leaving out of account many others) infinitely varied, mingled in one. they gave the lie, the one to the other, they succeeded one another with astonishing rapidity. she was not changeable. she was double, triple, multiple. child of ancient race.
the soul of a maori is not revealed immediately. At the moment you believe you have seized it, it is far away, inaccessible, incommunicable, enveloped in variability. Then of its own free will it reapproaches, only to slip away again as soon as you betray the slightest sign of certitude. And when confused by its externals you seek its inmost truth, it looks at you with tranquil assurance out of the depths of its easy lightheartedness. This tranquility is perhaps less real than it seems.
October 18, 2012
October 11, 2012
work to bone
The artist seeks contact with his intuitive sense of the gods, but in order to create his work, he cannot stay in this seductive and incorporeal realm. He must return to the material world in order to do his work. It’s the artist’s responsibility to balance mystical communication and the labor of creation.
intricate indian painting, mexican flower, white light. Sacred de commodified.
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