Our collective esoteria?
by destruction revealed
by juxtaposition sold.
Eh bien, tout fait, tout suite
jamais por favor?
Woman is our envelope
our catalyst
our construction (quel couleur a t'il?)
Our weakness and by her power
her weakness
Por favor? (quel idiom?)
Is there a rehearsal this Sunday?
You can't give jobs to a woman
so a man mustn't have one
ou legislative chivalry (hymne national)
Western children are a niche
assemble.
The largest mass of money and power
Por favor?
by that, that we create
by this we must deny
by those we nurture
we must stasis (Sun dance, bees knees, danse mortir, danse du vie, danse d'amour, dance of light, danse du nuit)
and still, decay.
Angleterre Angleterre Angleterre?
The Angles' terrain is a lusty animal (a la nouvelle Victoriana)
anima animate voyage (Vive souche!)
by terra firma,
incognito, terra incognito
terra agua
Pluto voyage quel raison d'etre?
Je suis eh bien tout fait
bien fait tout suite allez vite!
Compris Compris
Compris?
We are this way by money (1984)
Uh ooh eeh aah (animal instinctive)
We are this way by "knowing".
Our biggest fear for the status quo,
We are all a bunch of spoilt and greedy
kids. (crime, obesity, neurosis)
28 Aug 2009
26 Aug 2009
22 Aug 2009
Culture is culture by displacement
and class is its review
not its practice
Art is the lowest human endeavour
and the highest, rebellious
yet conformist
As an artist, counter-cultural
You are intrinsic to culture
essentially removed
anti-establishment
the creator of establishment,
implicit explicit
as defined by the established
we find prestige by tangents
and move by moving targets
The lowest is reported into
the highest and that that confounds
and frightens
is merely us
reported, perhaps
via beauty
and class is its review
not its practice
Art is the lowest human endeavour
and the highest, rebellious
yet conformist
As an artist, counter-cultural
You are intrinsic to culture
essentially removed
anti-establishment
the creator of establishment,
implicit explicit
as defined by the established
we find prestige by tangents
and move by moving targets
The lowest is reported into
the highest and that that confounds
and frightens
is merely us
reported, perhaps
via beauty
30 Jul 2009
Space Exploration "panthesis"
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I created this abstract image to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the Moon Landing.
Inspired by Stanley Kubrick's "2001 - A Space Odyssey", I am trying to help stimulate a resurgence in Space travel and Space exploration.
It seems that exploration is essential for mankind and, considering that we have explored most of our planet, I feel that manned space flight to places beyond the moon is necessary.
Einstein's "constant" in his fundamental equation "E=MC[squared]" is being questioned as physicists probe more exotic types of matter. This gives us hope that technologies can be invented that may surpass the limitations that Einstein's theories prescribed.
"Panthesis" is a neologism, literally meaning a thesis for everything, or omniscience. Even though omniscience is impossible, the challenge of greater knowledge and exploration awaits us. "Panthesis" can be seen as relating to "panacea" meaning "a universal medicine". Indeed, Space exploration may be a (partial) cure for post modern stagnancy, and a purpose to reassess Capitalism and the difficulties of the "artificial" world that we are currently creating.
Inspired by Stanley Kubrick's "2001 - A Space Odyssey", I am trying to help stimulate a resurgence in Space travel and Space exploration.
It seems that exploration is essential for mankind and, considering that we have explored most of our planet, I feel that manned space flight to places beyond the moon is necessary.
Einstein's "constant" in his fundamental equation "E=MC[squared]" is being questioned as physicists probe more exotic types of matter. This gives us hope that technologies can be invented that may surpass the limitations that Einstein's theories prescribed.
"Panthesis" is a neologism, literally meaning a thesis for everything, or omniscience. Even though omniscience is impossible, the challenge of greater knowledge and exploration awaits us. "Panthesis" can be seen as relating to "panacea" meaning "a universal medicine". Indeed, Space exploration may be a (partial) cure for post modern stagnancy, and a purpose to reassess Capitalism and the difficulties of the "artificial" world that we are currently creating.
Here is a link to a number of "stills" from the Stargate sequence of "2001- A Space Odyssey". Here we see man journey at great speed through Kubrick's version of intergalactic travel. Kubrick touches on the psychological implications of such travel as well as the physical. The effects were ground breaking at the time of the films release.www.palantir.net/2001/gallery/jupiter.html
Simon
18 Jul 2009
17 Jul 2009
Buy Me
I'm sitting there and I'm thinking well just who the fuckin' hell are yer? Sometimes I get the feeling we're all going to fucking morph and we're all the same, or may as well be. If I've seen your face I've seen it a thousand times and I'm beginning not to like it! I've seen it in her and her and even in him, kind of.
You think I'm mad? Yeah! You know, this concept of mental illness as some kind of erroneous, metaphorical representation of actuality. Throw in a few hallucinations and you got a fruitcake. But, I ain't mad. And you know exactly what I mean. All those feelings of being controlled by external forces, voices coming from televisions, computers, electronic devices. I mean, this is the everyday experience of those that are sane! I mean, for god's sake, who's mad and who's fucking sane, right?
Any way, who are you? You got a name, a number, a passport, a finger print, iris recognition, voice recognition? You better hope you have, coz you ain't nobody if you 'aven't. Were you born here or over there, somewhere else? You look kind of foreign, someone may surmise that you're jolly foreigner and you better get back quick before you're vetted coz someone just may work it out. Yeah! I like the way you look you one hot female. I like that, but I ain't sure, was it yesterday I saw you before, the week before that, or was that someone who looked as much like you, as it may as well have been you, or was it you?
You don't say much, just mumble the odd word now and then. I like my women not to say much, women say far too much far too often and I think you know that! Your fit, you look like all the actresses, thin and pretty. The pop stars and the celebs. I got to say, there's a few of you lot looking just a bit too thin. Emaciated I'd say, but that's the fashion an' I know you got to try to look just like every other famous fucker. I understand, I really do. That's sensitivity, you know? I can relate to you women. By the way you're smiling and that glint in you eye, I think you know that.
What d'ya say? Sun protection. Self tanning. Beauty. Looking young forever. Ha ha, Yeah! I know you women, I think you're probably famous coz you're always talking about your looks and your skin and eyes. I might just start to play with my self right now. You don't mind do you? You understand, a man has needs different to a woman. Yeah! I'm playing with myself right now and you make me feel real good. What d'ya say beautiful? I can tell you understand. What's that? Achieve a deep tan, deep tan with self-tan and glitter. UV protection, youthful, sexy skin. A healthy glow like sunlight. What yer on about honey, you're turning me off. Available from all good pharmacists. Cheap trial. Ha ha! You teasing me babe, Yeah! I get it.
And you've said all this a thousand times. You said the same stuff so many times I beginning to think you ain't real. But then what are you ? A goddess or something! Ha ha! No I ain't mad I know who's real and who ain't. And you babe are the real thing. I can tell - that smile, it looks real genuine to me. And your eyes are so blue that I can see your soul deep within you. I can feel it transmit through the air waves across the television screens, the Internet and mobile phone masts. It's so beautiful I feel I would have to do anything you say. Any thing you ask me to. Any thing at all.
You think I'm mad? Yeah! You know, this concept of mental illness as some kind of erroneous, metaphorical representation of actuality. Throw in a few hallucinations and you got a fruitcake. But, I ain't mad. And you know exactly what I mean. All those feelings of being controlled by external forces, voices coming from televisions, computers, electronic devices. I mean, this is the everyday experience of those that are sane! I mean, for god's sake, who's mad and who's fucking sane, right?
Any way, who are you? You got a name, a number, a passport, a finger print, iris recognition, voice recognition? You better hope you have, coz you ain't nobody if you 'aven't. Were you born here or over there, somewhere else? You look kind of foreign, someone may surmise that you're jolly foreigner and you better get back quick before you're vetted coz someone just may work it out. Yeah! I like the way you look you one hot female. I like that, but I ain't sure, was it yesterday I saw you before, the week before that, or was that someone who looked as much like you, as it may as well have been you, or was it you?
You don't say much, just mumble the odd word now and then. I like my women not to say much, women say far too much far too often and I think you know that! Your fit, you look like all the actresses, thin and pretty. The pop stars and the celebs. I got to say, there's a few of you lot looking just a bit too thin. Emaciated I'd say, but that's the fashion an' I know you got to try to look just like every other famous fucker. I understand, I really do. That's sensitivity, you know? I can relate to you women. By the way you're smiling and that glint in you eye, I think you know that.
What d'ya say? Sun protection. Self tanning. Beauty. Looking young forever. Ha ha, Yeah! I know you women, I think you're probably famous coz you're always talking about your looks and your skin and eyes. I might just start to play with my self right now. You don't mind do you? You understand, a man has needs different to a woman. Yeah! I'm playing with myself right now and you make me feel real good. What d'ya say beautiful? I can tell you understand. What's that? Achieve a deep tan, deep tan with self-tan and glitter. UV protection, youthful, sexy skin. A healthy glow like sunlight. What yer on about honey, you're turning me off. Available from all good pharmacists. Cheap trial. Ha ha! You teasing me babe, Yeah! I get it.
And you've said all this a thousand times. You said the same stuff so many times I beginning to think you ain't real. But then what are you ? A goddess or something! Ha ha! No I ain't mad I know who's real and who ain't. And you babe are the real thing. I can tell - that smile, it looks real genuine to me. And your eyes are so blue that I can see your soul deep within you. I can feel it transmit through the air waves across the television screens, the Internet and mobile phone masts. It's so beautiful I feel I would have to do anything you say. Any thing you ask me to. Any thing at all.
4 Jul 2009
She writhes life's fallen branches
She writhes life's fallen branches
in the dusk of Summer's
Ashes, propaganda
flowing March bladed September
flagging precepts cities dwelling
by paradoxes by contradiction
a life in movement
watching clocks seaming metaphors
In a hurry, dusty pollen
flowing ashen protrusions wincing
lime light of flower patterns
towing clouds by breaths intrusion
fashioned beyond muckle life, a dew
of poppies heartbeats ardour
a catch in a dress, glowing pupae
in her hair of a cafe's libertine infusion
Heat's stress blushes her skin
like ripened strawberries, banished to
these meadows where we pollinated
by tonsils, tongues
the taste of flesh on honeyed bones
in the dusk of Summer's
Ashes, propaganda
flowing March bladed September
flagging precepts cities dwelling
by paradoxes by contradiction
a life in movement
watching clocks seaming metaphors
In a hurry, dusty pollen
flowing ashen protrusions wincing
lime light of flower patterns
towing clouds by breaths intrusion
fashioned beyond muckle life, a dew
of poppies heartbeats ardour
a catch in a dress, glowing pupae
in her hair of a cafe's libertine infusion
Heat's stress blushes her skin
like ripened strawberries, banished to
these meadows where we pollinated
by tonsils, tongues
the taste of flesh on honeyed bones
26 Jun 2009
On Michael Jackson's Recent Death
"Michael Jackson dead? What are you talking about?"
This was my reaction when I was first told about the death of the eccentric entertainer. I would write at some length about this, however time is, as usual far too constraining.
A number of points I would like to make briefly.
Firstly, Jackson was a creation of the media and people knew him as a household name through the media. This may sound a little trite, however people felt that they knew Jackson even though the vast majority of people didn't know him at all. Jackson, with the exception of, perhaps Madonna, played the role of Pop Star and media icon/personality better than anyone else. Jackson was especially appealing to the public because he had this talent mixed with a vulnerability that, somehow seemed to transmit into the global "public consciousness".
Secondly,Jackson was a bright and very talented individual - we shouldn't let his eccentricity detract from his artistic development as a Pop performer and songwriter. His experiments with rock music and soul/pop were influential to many musicians and his dancing was excellent.
Thirdly, Jackson was troubled in his latter years by allegations of molesting children. Never out of the media for long (e.g. oxygen tents, a pet monkey, plastic surgery, skin-whitening, etc.) we may never know the truth about these allegations. Jackson was, undoubtedly eccentric and this may have been misinterpreted as something sinister. As a wealthy man, Jackson could have been the target of unscrupulous individuals. Although the allegations were proved false in court, suspicions still remained regarding his behaviour.
Because of Jackson's untimely death, at the age of fifty, it seems fitting to remember him as a talented and innovative Pop musician and performer. He brought pleasure to many peoples' lives through his music and performance. However, as a master of playing the media game, reinventing his image and frequently, innovative within the Pop music field, it could be said that he was a victim of his own, tremendous success.
BBC article on Michael Jackson's death
This was my reaction when I was first told about the death of the eccentric entertainer. I would write at some length about this, however time is, as usual far too constraining.
A number of points I would like to make briefly.
Firstly, Jackson was a creation of the media and people knew him as a household name through the media. This may sound a little trite, however people felt that they knew Jackson even though the vast majority of people didn't know him at all. Jackson, with the exception of, perhaps Madonna, played the role of Pop Star and media icon/personality better than anyone else. Jackson was especially appealing to the public because he had this talent mixed with a vulnerability that, somehow seemed to transmit into the global "public consciousness".
Secondly,Jackson was a bright and very talented individual - we shouldn't let his eccentricity detract from his artistic development as a Pop performer and songwriter. His experiments with rock music and soul/pop were influential to many musicians and his dancing was excellent.
Thirdly, Jackson was troubled in his latter years by allegations of molesting children. Never out of the media for long (e.g. oxygen tents, a pet monkey, plastic surgery, skin-whitening, etc.) we may never know the truth about these allegations. Jackson was, undoubtedly eccentric and this may have been misinterpreted as something sinister. As a wealthy man, Jackson could have been the target of unscrupulous individuals. Although the allegations were proved false in court, suspicions still remained regarding his behaviour.
Because of Jackson's untimely death, at the age of fifty, it seems fitting to remember him as a talented and innovative Pop musician and performer. He brought pleasure to many peoples' lives through his music and performance. However, as a master of playing the media game, reinventing his image and frequently, innovative within the Pop music field, it could be said that he was a victim of his own, tremendous success.
BBC article on Michael Jackson's death
24 Jun 2009
Light and Darkness
Decided to get out my Pastels and Charcoal, for the first time in a while!!
I used a photograph by Lollah to work from, however it is not meant to be an exact copy.
Simon
21 Jun 2009
Altermodernism?
An interesting essay regarding, so-called "Altermodernism" published on Mute magazine. Apparently, a new art/cultural movement to replace Post Modernism. It smacks of Post Modernity to me, slightly redefined with an emphasis on Modernity (recherche, Post-Modern) evidently hoping to capture a new spirit of invention via Modernism. Now, how many times have I heard that!
Article on Altermodernism
Article on Altermodernism
now I cannot meet you now I cannot love you now I cannot learn
this quiet June daylight
warm and never warm enough
again
warm and never warm enough
again
19 Jun 2009
She Starts Upthings
normally I would defray the cost of seventeen unwanted thought forms and the evidence she reveals her own compulsion to release remaining all the while unwanted by my troth.
so soon again I am refusing how I usually refuse to overcome the waves of unordered sprawl of terminal availability.
let something go a change would be nice just the wings thanks no more open source broad butterfly in lemon tones.
offer to have reinstated present tense where violations did not count thus were routinely underlooked the point of them discounted constantly.
endowment mulches fraught hills and an envelope a net a cardboard box pressed into future disservice will suffice a long time prior to bonds being called.
everything irks sans surprise she's constantly where no one has trespassed I like the quiet of my extroversion when introversy blemishes the joy it carries even while I'm sitting still.
so soon again I am refusing how I usually refuse to overcome the waves of unordered sprawl of terminal availability.
let something go a change would be nice just the wings thanks no more open source broad butterfly in lemon tones.
offer to have reinstated present tense where violations did not count thus were routinely underlooked the point of them discounted constantly.
endowment mulches fraught hills and an envelope a net a cardboard box pressed into future disservice will suffice a long time prior to bonds being called.
everything irks sans surprise she's constantly where no one has trespassed I like the quiet of my extroversion when introversy blemishes the joy it carries even while I'm sitting still.
17 Jun 2009
Object
Objective/subjective narrative....
An "art-object" is a contradiction in terms/objecting to overt use of objectivity...
Have posted this image/text on Flickr, but I may get labelled "wierd" - as in intelligent or creative... mmm! Mediocrity any one? Or how about the thought-policing of democratia? Haha!! I jest, of course ;-)
Simon
13 Jun 2009
The movement of history...
The movement of history
mustn't touch us
we must learn from money
not sense
To touch money as a periodic
anatomical abre du philosophie
or words mentioned with hindsight
with hindsight a tree of knowledge
sex love compassion bought with a club
This is no reason to arbitrate
multiculturalism
This reason is fiscal
barter. Idiosyncratic indecision
masquerading as certainty truth
we must eat it sleep it fuck it
to dump it as shit
Theoretical money moralizing money
legal money honest money.
The Enlightenment was politic
frugal
Le Soleil les abres le ciel. To
enquire, to begin again. The turf
is sodden with worms light is a
prism
My Photoshop sky my Photoshop sky
sentence con artes 2 random 4 U
wheels are rolling
to touch the earth
I feel too close
too close to you
mustn't touch us
we must learn from money
not sense
To touch money as a periodic
anatomical abre du philosophie
or words mentioned with hindsight
with hindsight a tree of knowledge
sex love compassion bought with a club
This is no reason to arbitrate
multiculturalism
This reason is fiscal
barter. Idiosyncratic indecision
masquerading as certainty truth
we must eat it sleep it fuck it
to dump it as shit
Theoretical money moralizing money
legal money honest money.
The Enlightenment was politic
frugal
Le Soleil les abres le ciel. To
enquire, to begin again. The turf
is sodden with worms light is a
prism
My Photoshop sky my Photoshop sky
sentence con artes 2 random 4 U
wheels are rolling
to touch the earth
I feel too close
too close to you
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