let it all go

13th August 2014

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Yeah! A Pat Perry from 2012

Yeah! A Pat Perry from 2012

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12th August 2014

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"The body becoming a curious ritual of the brain, its self-deception a tautology, a pleonasm, a human fetus crushed inside an egg.

I have nowhere set aside to retrieve my unwatched turns.

The zombie regurgitates his own almost man-sized meal.

The turd-fest of bodies needing to live, and having lived, and that’s our clinamen.

I’m the fixed part of the trap.

A sunburst eyelid moving cloud.

The exploded haecceity of a hollowed-out mirror.

I see through my hands to the floor.

The way a pig’s eye is levered from its face.

The analogy rooted in the anus of a bat.

That my hygiene has tailed off is almost legible now.

And the light retreats inside.

And the head won’t sink.

And though fear is toothless, there’s still this dread of the suck of its open kiss.

Low fog round the feet of broken down performers.

There’s no confusion in my dumb animals, only the oblivion of this intellect that squirts.

I imagine peepholes in my skull, and the type of people that would bother to look.”

- Gary J. Shipley. More here. And everyone should read Dreams of Amputation and Theoretical Animals.

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12th August 2014

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8th August 2014

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fortunecookied:

One of Buster Keaton’s most memorable stunts in The General (1926), in which he clears a stray railroad tie while perched precariously on his locomotive’s cowcatcher.

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Well then.

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7th August 2014

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7th August 2014

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furtho:


Soviet-era textile design, 1920s/30s


This is really dope.

furtho:

Soviet-era textile design, 1920s/30s

This is really dope.

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6th August 2014

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The Sidereal Body by Will Alexander →

Everyday the headlines throb with the fever of crises. This issue versus that issue, this death against that death, this attempt at conquering versus that attempt at conquering, which culminates in nothing more than circumstantial fatigue. A continuing malaise which erupts on an on-going basis. Crises ingested by the collective blood as a general toxin. Under this circumstance it is impossible to project such a condition even 30,000 years into the future. This seems to be an embarrassing coup for the forces of extinction. Forces which have been maliciously punctuated by the stifling interventions ignited by the troubling policies enacted by richer nations to the North, obsessed as they are by continuous profit through greed, this being their inherent generating principle. Which remains their a-priori given for governing human relations. I call this the universal conquering genome, twined as it is by both conscious and subconscious branding upon consensus thought arrangement. This being the restive nature of the European tenor always seeking to control the general mental vicinity with frictives, with dualism, sustaining and re-sustaining its transmittable paradigm, enacted through a strategics that plots us verses them. Which  punctuates and continues to punctuate, divisiveness, lust for gold, slaughter of innocent parties in quest of this lust. Which continues to summon the worst tendencies in the human species over the past 500 years, so much so, that this contagion now seems to have enwrapped the globe,with humanity nearly saturated by a smouldering alliance with psychic deficit, subtended by false nostalgia and panic.”

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6th August 2014

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yaknar:

PUSHING WEIGHT, a Freight Culture Group Show. August 7 - August 31, 2014 @ Compound Gallery, 107 NW 5th Ave. Opening this Thursday.
With work from: Ed Haskell, Kodak Kidd, Holy Shit, Wooden Axle, Bench Reporter, Poorboy, Clawhamr, Coaltrain, and hella more.
http://www.compoundgallery.com/Artist/index.php?main_page=index&cPath=95

This should be pretty cool!

yaknar:

PUSHING WEIGHT, a Freight Culture Group Show. August 7 - August 31, 2014 @ Compound Gallery, 107 NW 5th Ave. Opening this Thursday.

With work from: Ed Haskell, Kodak Kidd, Holy Shit, Wooden Axle, Bench Reporter, Poorboy, Clawhamr, Coaltrain, and hella more.

http://www.compoundgallery.com/Artist/index.php?main_page=index&cPath=95

This should be pretty cool!

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6th August 2014

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mermaidporn:

Johnny Depp supporting #boyincroptops1984

Johnny Depp knew that psychedelic cat drawings were going to be hot one day.

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5th August 2014

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"it’s one thing to want to believe, to live by building a mind on the fault
between faith & doubt:

it’s another to believe the longing for belief
an attack, a distrust of immersion in the material given us as as habit & habitat,

no possible rush of friendship for stones, grasses & humus,
as if the human were over

& the wild deer in us were released at last
at dusk to disappear into the stand of manzanita far across the field I love:

if we die to become nothing by matter so that Being itself might continue,
grounded by ground itself,

such a sweet thing out of such corruptions!,
who wouldn’t wish to linger in the material world

that won’t spare me or let me hold a living hand to him: 
all spring I’ll return

to bring grief to the field, always
one root

I can’t pull out
entire: “as above,

so below”:
from star down to thistle

it’s all the same: still firm in the ground,
today it breaks in my hand,

bad mourning that this summer flowers
the life only destruction makes possible.”

- Brian Teare, “Star Thistle”

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