revisiting the exhibition of a year and a half ago called quarantaine and making some of it a bit different while adding some other installations. all credit goes to the original artists.
2016/08/04
2016/03/28
2016/03/13
film - die hand des herrschers der sonne
die hand des herrschers der sonne
bilder seekatze
musik w.ravenveer
2016/03/05
2016/01/31
2016/01/24
2016/01/10
story without a tale (published on the igneous mailgroup in 2001 and resurrected)
story without a tale
-originally published on the igneous mailgroup in 2001
and now resurrected.
an exercise in language as a matrix of text
i
fainted heads
a smell so bad I'd sniff your socks
getting outside, our prime concern
outside of ourselves
besides
sometimes we feel
dandelions roaring
delicately placed among the roses
I've been torn before
still
I'll never take it literally
anymore
not after this
(to be continued)
ii
(continued)
suddenly reared
he moans for more fumes to be burned
demons on the stake, angels crosslinked
we are monsters
differently natured
always hard, relentless
the flowerbrush painting
swarms of bees
cutting through the air
I hear the party
breaking up inside
as you smile
torrential torment
(to be continued)
iii
(continued)
and shaken around
our feet blistered already
ready to be sold
monsters!
almost consumed
this heat inside
our bodies
turning to the fragrance
like a finger
pointing
it hurts, like cutting
we'll fall
it's the end
(to be continued)
iv
(continued)
while stretching trembling limbs
walking up and down
to the loudest caller
kindness faltered
by wretched dreams
of existing
in a still life
of magnolia coloured proto-honey
feeling the lightning reaching
to the clouds
stones
no more
the amoebae know
(to be continued)
v
(continued)
we finally wake
on rough edged and mote ridden floors
insatiably devouring heavenly light
raised again
we remain souls
on different plains
of unconsciousness
they know, we are looking
for a place to shudder
imagine, they say
with human mass
we'll create
a new beginning
(to be continued)
vi
(continued)
to a clear blue sky
he and the other pray
they attempt to be saved
from a lair of human debris
looking for exits
they smile
we pull eachother closer
they see, we are
but never did it feel like
a storm of
torn skin and shattered visions
a new torment
is coming
(to be continued)
vii
(continued)
our eyes beg
for living dreams
to be released
every muscle lacks the definition
and the energy
to get a hold
until we feel every pore, every hair
glistening with sweat
a storm of blood and plasma
rages
nothing remains
to embrace
violently
(to be continued)
viii
(continued)
to cover the light
we keep hiding in the shadows
from the claws of their pleasure
to be in this house of slumbers
to regain control
of our mind's veil
we ooze regret
and we whisper goodbye
I am restless, I'll keep
washing the night from your face
till we are born again
in this new day
we will be resurrected
(to be continued)
ix
(continued)
we hesitate to breathe
fearful of their intent
and the pain it inflicts
we need the lightness
of our bodies and minds
but I look away
and hide inside our moist covers
again I am alone
longing for you
you don't smile
in this dreamfilled reality
I'll be hurt but
in the end.
(and now it eats its own tail, digests it and is born again)
x
fainted heads
suddenly reared
and shaken around
while stretching trembling limbs
we finally wake
to a clear blue sky
our eyes beg
to cover the light
we hesitate to breathe
a smell so bad I'd sniff your socks
he moans for more fumes to be burned
our feet blistered already
walking up and down
on rough edged and mote ridden floors
he and the other pray
for living dreams
we keep hiding in the shadows
fearful of their intent
getting outside, our prime concern
demons on the stake, angels crosslinked
ready to be sold
to the loudest caller
insatiably devouring heavenly light
they attempt to be saved
to be released
from the claws of their pleasure
and the pain it inflicts
outside of ourselves
we are monsters
monsters!
kindness faltered
raised again
from a lair of human debris
every muscle lacks the definition
to be in this house of slumbers
we need the lightness
besides
differently natured
almost consumed
by wretched dreams
we remain souls
looking for exits
and the energy
to regain control
of our mind's veil
sometimes we feel
always hard, relentless
this heat inside
of existing
on different plains
they smile
to get a hold
of our bodies and minds
but I look away
dandelions roaring
the flowerbrush painting
our bodies
in a still life
of unconsciousness
we pull each other closer
until we feel every pore, every hair
we ooze regret
and hide inside our moist covers
delicately placed among the roses
swarms of bees
turning to the fragrance
of magnolia coloured proto-honey
they know, we are looking
they see, we are
glistening with sweat
and we whisper goodbye
again I am alone
I've been torn before
cutting through the air
like a finger
feeling the lightning reaching
for a place to shudder
but never did it feel like
a storm of blood and plasma
I am restless, I'll keep
longing for you
still
I hear the party
pointing
to the clouds
imagine, they say
a storm of
rages
washing the night from your face
you don't smile
I'll never take it literally
breaking up inside
it hurts, like cutting
stones
with human mass
torn skin and shattered visions
nothing remains
till we are born again
in this dreamfilled reality
anymore
as you smile
we'll fall
no more
we'll create
a new torment
to embrace
in this new day
I'll be hurt but
not after this
torrential torment
it's the end
the amoebae know
a new beginning
is coming
violently
we will be resurrected
in the end.
(nr i 01/08/01-nr x 01/18/01)
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