dimanche 14 novembre 2010
lundi 8 novembre 2010
mardi 2 novembre 2010
Cadavre Exquis [collage]
Scissors halves. bald wieder... dann für immer...
safe from harm (Live)
Canticum Canticorum IV, 12-16 You are the garden locked, Your childlike hands are waiting, Your lips are without violence. You are the fountain sealed, Life's frozen threshold, Tart and cold in ignorance. Take wings, north wind, Come, south wind, across the hills, And blow through this grove! Let all fragrances come awake, Let life free itself From sleep's frozen depth. Hugo von Hofmannsthal.
"they sang the way you sack a city, The way you kill yourself"
ravage
- they were right to sing, were they?
- Dead Right, Madame.
... lost today
almost accessible
to the vertigo dullness
ended at midnight
the sophosticated animal
with its illusions
opens up the flight
from educational clarity
and the withered victim
expertly hunted
bright red icicles
thick mocking ...
(t. tzara)
- Self deprivation is a must
Marcel Duchamp - On Indifferent Taste
- Selavy, Mal a dit
_LICHT_
_LICHT_
pieces left.
- J'aime.
la brume turquoise
- [blank]
"Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space."
Work in Progress
autre/andere/anden.
Marcelline des Champs
1/2 Schere
[closed] sans opinion
- OUT SOUNDS NICE ACTUALLY.
Mutatio Vanitatum
- what's the point anyway?
[Tension Villa in accidentology]
safety kit: no point - just pencil
safe from harm (Live)
Canticum Canticorum IV, 12-16 You are the garden locked, Your childlike hands are waiting, Your lips are without violence. You are the fountain sealed, Life's frozen threshold, Tart and cold in ignorance. Take wings, north wind, Come, south wind, across the hills, And blow through this grove! Let all fragrances come awake, Let life free itself From sleep's frozen depth. Hugo von Hofmannsthal.
"they sang the way you sack a city, The way you kill yourself"
ravage
- they were right to sing, were they?
- Dead Right, Madame.
... lost today
almost accessible
to the vertigo dullness
ended at midnight
the sophosticated animal
with its illusions
opens up the flight
from educational clarity
and the withered victim
expertly hunted
bright red icicles
thick mocking ...
(t. tzara)
- Self deprivation is a must
Marcel Duchamp - On Indifferent Taste
- Selavy, Mal a dit
_LICHT_
_LICHT_
pieces left.
- J'aime.
la brume turquoise
- [blank]
"Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space."
Work in Progress
autre/andere/anden.
Marcelline des Champs
1/2 Schere
[closed] sans opinion
- OUT SOUNDS NICE ACTUALLY.
Mutatio Vanitatum
- what's the point anyway?
[Tension Villa in accidentology]
safety kit: no point - just pencil
jeudi 28 octobre 2010
mercredi 6 octobre 2010
lundi 4 octobre 2010
vendredi 1 octobre 2010
dialogue
elles étaient trop sages, trop sages.
cela ne présageait rien de bon.
the word to start with was: plague
cela ne présageait rien de bon.
the word to start with was: plague
mardi 14 septembre 2010
lundi 13 septembre 2010
jeudi 26 août 2010
vendredi 30 juillet 2010
lundi 26 juillet 2010
samedi 24 juillet 2010
mercredi 7 juillet 2010
mardi 29 juin 2010
mardi 18 mai 2010
mercredi 12 mai 2010
mardi 11 mai 2010
box dots signal
Marcelline Marcelline
ici Tristanesse
the other scissors' half
out of the neo-nothing
nous sommes A nous
ici Tristanesse
the other scissors' half
out of the neo-nothing
nous sommes A nous
mercredi 5 mai 2010
samedi 1 mai 2010
vendredi 23 avril 2010
jeudi 22 avril 2010
mercredi 21 avril 2010
lundi 19 avril 2010
samedi 17 avril 2010
Antartica, 10pts regular tampon size
let's cherish despaired cynism/
indulgence is a form of self pity/
we do not control/ we do not trace/
we do not network/ movie stars are scavengers/
picking up boredom dump/ undress the mind/ this is porno typography/
erase the censure/ we self_ erase/
that's the font artillery/
naivety is a form of primitive state/
copy/paste - copy/paste
indulgence is a form of self pity/
we do not control/ we do not trace/
we do not network/ movie stars are scavengers/
picking up boredom dump/ undress the mind/ this is porno typography/
erase the censure/ we self_ erase/
that's the font artillery/
naivety is a form of primitive state/
copy/paste - copy/paste
[reprise: 11 lines for The Box]
we are in need of The Handmade
we are in need of The Ensemble
we are not in need of eloquency
we are not in need of the settings
we care for La Liaison
we care for our poor means to Gesture
we do have no reason to care about any-
thing but our Will To Be As Us : A Team
of W-holes = we value scissors be-
cause that's who and that 's how We Are
we need no-thing but our Hands Now
we are in need of The Ensemble
we are not in need of eloquency
we are not in need of the settings
we care for La Liaison
we care for our poor means to Gesture
we do have no reason to care about any-
thing but our Will To Be As Us : A Team
of W-holes = we value scissors be-
cause that's who and that 's how We Are
we need no-thing but our Hands Now
jeudi 15 avril 2010
mercredi 14 avril 2010
/de.le.tɛʁ/
I think I'm under the bed.
I can see your feet from where I am
I've been there for days
watching your toes dance
behind the curtains
I can see your feet from where I am
I've been there for days
watching your toes dance
behind the curtains
mardi 6 avril 2010
jeudi 1 avril 2010
mardi 30 mars 2010
mercredi 10 mars 2010
mardi 9 mars 2010
jeudi 25 février 2010
mercredi 24 février 2010
[the read/writ/er may feel a slight disgust]
L as a cut off wing.
the act itself was done with chirurgical perfection
without feeling/ without lust
just a cold
precise
metal's gesture
the 3 missing letters fell with
the sound of warm mellow flesh
as the contact is made with the
aseptised surface
the act itself was done with chirurgical perfection
without feeling/ without lust
just a cold
precise
metal's gesture
the 3 missing letters fell with
the sound of warm mellow flesh
as the contact is made with the
aseptised surface
mardi 23 février 2010
mercredi 10 février 2010
mardi 2 février 2010
vendredi 29 janvier 2010
post scriptum to definition 01
the philharmonium of the vain
our cadavre is exquisite
we adore our non-sense
gods are forbidden
our 1+1 is arythmic
d/d/'s d/evolution to Truth and Trust
point our cut fingers to halves
and we laugh and we smile [and she spills her wine]
so serious and so k/not
the game is fair
we play the unusual
our cadavre is exquisite
we adore our non-sense
gods are forbidden
our 1+1 is arythmic
d/d/'s d/evolution to Truth and Trust
point our cut fingers to halves
and we laugh and we smile [and she spills her wine]
so serious and so k/not
the game is fair
we play the unusual
jeudi 28 janvier 2010
dimanche 24 janvier 2010
dimanche 10 janvier 2010
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