Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Residue... Hail Lee Lozano...writings..



CONTAINED BECOMINGS OF AN ARTISTS PROCEDURE, TO VIEW IMMANENCE AND EVENTS THROUGH RITUAL,THIS RESIDUE,WHAT IS LEFT,REMAINDER, IS RAW AND OPEN,LIGHT AND DARK.


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more of Residues Artworks



Sunday, January 31, 2010

Agostino Carracci... Satyr



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The Satyr Mason 1578


I make leaf-circlets
and a crown of honey-flowers
for thy throat;
where the amber petals
drip to ivory,
I cut and slip
each stiffened petal
in the rift
of carven petal:
honey horn
has wed the bright
virgin petal of the white
flower cluster: lip to lip
let them whisper,
let them lilt, quivering:

Most holy Satyr,
like a goat,
hear this our song,
accept our leaves,
love-offering,
return our hymn;
like echo fling
a sweet song,
answering note for note.

Holy Satyr by Hilda Doolittle 1922




Monday, January 25, 2010

may butterflies rise from yr grave every year..for Garcia Lorca...Rob Plath..poem





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Louis le Brocquy - Lorca


may butterflies rise from yr grave every year..


by Rob Plath


a soldier pumped
two bullets
into yr buttocks
for being a queer

then another
into the branches
of yr lung
for being
a poet

another word
for dirty communist
to them

you were their worst enemy
w/unplugged asshole
& wide open singing
lung bags

i imagine yr
assassin bragging
about it afterwards
to his comrades

then later that night
giving his wife a good
hetero fascist fuck

his dick standing like
a middle finger
to commie faggot poets
his torso full of
fearful gears
moving w/precision
over her body

his clenched homophobic
cheeks thrusting
like a pair of iron fists
bloodless knuckles

giving it to her once
for himself
& once for the gang

the regime


Friday, January 22, 2010

Johann Joachim Becher...Physica subterranea ... 1669





Johann Joachim Becher (6 May 1635 – October 1682), was a German physician, alchemist, precursor of chemistry, scholar and adventurer

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"... chemists are a strange class of mortals, impelled by an almost insane impulse to seek their pleasure among smoke and vapor, soot and flame, poisons and poverty, yet among all these evils I seem to live so sweetly, that [I'd die before I'd] change places with the Persian King..." JB

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Leonor Fini... Sphinx & Charles Baudelaire...Beauty..poem and drawings...




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Beauty



I am fair, O mortals! like a dream carved in stone,
And my breast where each one in turn has bruised himself
Is made to inspire in the poet a love
As eternal and silent as matter.


On a throne in the sky, a mysterious sphinx,
I join a heart of snow to the whiteness of swans;
I hate movement for it displaces lines,
And never do I weep and never do I laugh.


Poets, before my grandiose poses,
Which I seem to assume from the proudest statues,
Will consume their lives in austere study;


For I have, to enchant those submissive lovers,
Pure mirrors that make all things more beautiful:
My eyes, my large, wide eyes of eternal brightness!




Charles Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil
Translation by William Aggeler

Friday, January 15, 2010

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Insomnia or the Devil at Large... Henry Miller ... drawings



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Drawings by Henry Miller, made during a bout of Insomnia 1965/66


“They reflect the varying moods of three in the morning. Some were sprinkled with bird seed, some with songes, and some with mensonges. Some dripped from the brush like pink arsenic; others clogged up on me and came out as welts and bruises. Some were
organic, some inorganic, but they were all intended to lead their own life in the garden of Abracadabra.”



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