electricity.biol.o.G [still]
tracking
new versions
but lacking
old excursions
BANG BANG BANGGGgggggang gang gang
two tribes
tribal
one for k.ran
one for bi.ble
elsewhere...
a filmshow. 208,000,000 attend. 68 differently-compressed versions of Keiller's Robinson in Space. over Fall versions of Yes songs. at half-speed. through tiny speakers. inside recycled coffins. filled with fauna. Called 'Bach Untensil 911'. the event is a sell-out.
posted by murmurists at 5:06 pm
8 Comments:
Inc-inspired adjunct...
Does artworking get in the way of life? More specifically, is art a placebo, a recipe for inactivity whilst giving the impression one is merely active elsewhere in 'the struggle', as an artist, on one's own terms? This might feel grand and like freedom. But is it? Is it all fiddling in trousers whilst Rome burns again live on tv?
Chew the fat; induldge the hyseria....
This is excellent.
Love the two tribes.
This is why you inspire; it actually falls from your head.
You create.
I react; bounce whatever, but little creation.
This is random but not.
Chaos with structure or suture.
Ambiguous clarity.
Maybe it’s just the recycled coffins that I liked…
Unless of course this isn’t from your head.
Then it’s merely cool.
He giveth…
Oh, and yes, art does get in the way of life.
it possess's
and when in the middle of an idea some one distracts...well is it any wonder artists are usually single and missing ears etc...
and art is not placebo, they did a few good tracks, but what since?
art is a distraction, an escapism,
and very needed in this world which whilst not the worst i could think of, is not really the best of all possible either...
Thanks, Inc. Much apptreciated and glad you like. I, too, like the tribal passage. I do search for these little edges - where meaning almost collapses, almost fails to signify. The best of Surrealism and comedy does that. I aspire firmly in that direction - as I've explained before. Lots of what I do and post only crawls up that ladder a few rungs, but I keep trying... Ambiguous clarity is as good away to describe this as I can think of. Nice one. For me, it's that Milligan moment where something is said which seems to say something identifiable but then not quite. It's that 'not quite' I like, and it is there that I try at new meanings.
Poetry.
Fall versions of Yes songs - frightening.
Fiddling in trousers while rome burns - arf, arf.
A true dystopia - super-collided and replete. A flat line, Soutine-thick. The final transgressions.
pass me my bible-lite, bud
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