Sunday, September 6, 2009

Austin Osman Spare...Portrait of Sigmund Freud




“Words, words, words, however used – whatever they symbolise, request, or tell – say
more! – showing in between, the antics of all motives! Yes, word rendering offers the quickest of deaths to flabby ideas, and also the most poignant, suggestive, contagious substitutive, and lasting means known to convey anything. Most deadly virus! most potent abcreation, and magic subtley... even your erasure has you believing... We are overstuffed with words – now a veritable systole and diastole of mind: whether or not we correctly articulate, we suffer post-prandial torpor.”
Austin Osman Spare, ‘Micrologus’, (Number 7) c.1952


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"Words and magic were in the beginning one and the same thing, and even today words retain much of their magical power. By words one of us can give another the greatest happiness or bring about utter despair; by words the teacher imparts his knowledge to the student; by words the orator sweeps his audience with him and determines its judgments and decisions. Words call forth emotions and are universally the means by which we influence our fellow-creatures."
Sigmund Freud



Saturday, September 5, 2009

Satty... Terrestrial Esoteric

Terrestrial Esoteric

Soft, features come together
particles of air splint just the other side of light
rhomboid wave lengths stopped at square
your rhythm, my bones
emotional stumblebum gestures brave
unwaivering, you beguile
you, sweet passion fruit calamity
mercurial, unwise, but your love burns no less than mine
obscure before the looking glass
shoals, etherial, fine
you are, voyager, mine
you are the first thought that comes to me
as I arc above our world
your tender, blue-flecked abstraction
drifting through curved space
through a subdivision of stars
etheral, fine
you, voyager, mine.

Justin Lee Brown 2009


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Wilfred Satty



Satty... Alone...Edgar Allan Poe



Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —

Edgar Allan Poe 1829


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Satty from the Illustrated Edgar Allan Poe 1976



Thursday, September 3, 2009

TA-TA TOSY TiT... animation





a film by yoshihiro haku and sachiko hiraoka.
a sound by silence outside(yoshihiro haku).
this short film is collage animation.
2009



Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Ex libris...



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Sublime images...Part 1




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These amazingly sublime images where taken from this very good blog

hiroyasu-tangerine

I dont know anything about them, please get in touch if you have any information i would be very grateful.