Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Bloodsongs for the number 9... new drawings...
‡ Bloodsongs for the No.9 ‡
“She was a man; she was a woman.......It was a most bewildering and
whirligig state to be in”. Julia Kristeva
No.2
No.3
No.4
Monday, January 25, 2010
may butterflies rise from yr grave every year..for Garcia Lorca...Rob Plath..poem
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
two bullets
into yr buttocks
for being a queer
then another
into the branches
of yr lung
for being
a poet
into the branches
of yr lung
for being
a poet
another word
for dirty communist
to them
for dirty communist
to them
you were their worst enemy
w/unplugged asshole
& wide open singing
lung bags
w/unplugged asshole
& wide open singing
lung bags
i imagine yr
assassin bragging
about it afterwards
to his comrades
assassin bragging
about it afterwards
to his comrades
then later that night
giving his wife a good
hetero fascist fuck
giving his wife a good
hetero fascist fuck
his dick standing like
a middle finger
to commie faggot poets
a middle finger
to commie faggot poets
his torso full of
fearful gears
moving w/precision
over her body
fearful gears
moving w/precision
over her body
his clenched homophobic
cheeks thrusting
like a pair of iron fists
bloodless knuckles
cheeks thrusting
like a pair of iron fists
bloodless knuckles
giving it to her once
for himself
& once for the gang
for himself
& once for the gang
the regime
Saturday, January 23, 2010
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
"... 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...
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.
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
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Bloodsongs for the number 9... new drawings...
‡ Bloodsongs for the No.9 ‡
“She was a man; she was a woman.......It was a most bewildering and
whirligig state to be in”. Julia Kristeva
No.1
No. 9
a set of 9 drawings , January 2010 blood,ink,charcoal and gouache.
full set > BLOODSONGS
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Insomnia or the Devil at Large... Henry Miller ... drawings
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.”
MORE >>>> Henry Miller
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