working on sound for Misha Horacek

waiting to hear a copy of My Life in an Insulation Test

at the weekend, front of house for Mark Greenwood’s 48hr performance

written for Ear Cinema [2]

edited & completed (for now) essay on Rudolf Eb.er, Vienna Aktion & Antonin Artaud

all play and no work makes germseed beserk all play and no work makes germseed beserk all play and no work makes germseed beserk all play and no work makes germseed beserk all play and no work makes germseed beserk all play and no work makes germseed beserk all play and no work makes germseed beserk all play and no work makes germseed beserk all play and no work makes germseed beserk all play and no work makes germseed beserk all play and no work makes germseed beserk all play and no work makes germseed beserk all play and no work makes germseed beserk all play and no work makes germseed beserk all play and no work makes germseed beserk

Ear Cinema @ the ICA

last night I dreamt the neoist party for election was pop band in the NME collaged/manipulated pictures of, I think, five people, the collages running in horizontal strips through the gruppe . the supposition being ‘working in the mainstream, CREATING the mainstream, a backlash against subculture as precious clique.

and tonight we sink the Titanic

and so begins the cruel month. i hereby combat using:

a) grown men shouting into grand pianos.
the best part is, no one has the sustain pedal jammed so its just shouting into a piano, dead. a fact making it more delicious and absurd, for varying reasons.
also..

b) the adult/child situation.
a durational piece, lasting approx 33years as it stands.

c) post op pain.
a constant, hopefully becoming a variable, soon to become nothing.

d) semi automatic writing..
is this loading pens with bullets from the subconscious?

i endorse a and d as b and c are rather hellish.

its 5.44am and all I can think about is that episode of the Daddy & Dandy Show where they are both represented by cardboard cut-outs of Trotsky standing facing each other in the middle of the apartment whilst a team of Thai lady boys urinate freely upon small dogs.
remember how that last dog turns to the camera and says ‘DINGDONG!!’

I believe this was actually BEFORE the scriptwriters introduced the (now) infamous ‘Controversy Duck’.
for some people, the duck was a sign of the programs inability to deal with (anti)social issues raised by the shifting relationship between Daddy & Dandy; for others, it was a blatant recognition of those same issues.
Analysis aside, does anybody else remember that episode of the Daddy & Dandy Show where Daddy comes home from a long days graft at the chocolate brownie factory and punches Dandy square in the face ?(cue Controversy Duck) … DINGDONG!! Laughed? I nearly shat.

i think its time that we all stopped trying to be clever and get a little serious about what christmas means to us.
i have just recieved a beautiful christmas email from the exquisite Mai Sau and i want to share it with you …
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santa claus got terribly hungry¡¤ so he ate a reindeer¡Ä! and he is so
fat guy¡¥he can not walk long distance¡Äwith heavey presents. so satan
crow will come instead of santa claus! he is lovely guy.
i miss you alice chan¡Ä! i hope satan crow will deliver my ¡®love¡­
for you!!!
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now THATS what christmas is all about, and don’t you forget it.

e came out of the cinema swaying violently, clutching skull. e couldn’t quite believe what e had just witnessed. stepping over the multiple bodies strewn across
the pavement e started to relax and feel a little better, a little more like myself.

December can be cruel when it wants to, can break your heart and run away, can steal
your clothes and swear blind innocence.

elbow on broken monitor glass, reach deep down into throat of monitor and pull out that squirmy thing that has been staring at me this whole time.
scarlet ribbons
scarlet ribbons scarlet ribbons scarlet ribbons scarlet ribbons scarlet ribbons scarlet ribbons scarlet ribbons scarlet ribbons
scarlet ribbons

(sobbing because) chemical sickness from suppressed electricity again and again and always//

crossing eyes and dotting teas.

“one of these days a hard rain will come and wash all the chewing gum off the streets, into the sewer where it will mutate and clog, becoming a tsunami of plastic, indented with the DNA of every fucker who chewed upon it”.

we imitate nature; nature pulls a sarcastic face and explodes.

it sucks wanting to fuck

america ran red with blood on the state by state virtual map..chinks of blue interrupting the steady arterial spray and american friends with faces in hands, weary and wary. a scar strangled banner flapping wildly. children giving birth to adults. tall dogs with small heads drinking JD and piss, smoking the shredded fingernails of iraqi POWs.

here we go.

i wondered where all those ants were coming from. a gecko has been squashed where the window closes except..not squashed..i have a feeling it was stunned when the window slid shut. did the ants begin on him before he was dead? can they do that?

i make an orgasm that grants a safe passage to gecko heaven.