Saturday, June 09, 2007

electricity.biol.o.G [still]

new versions
but lacking
old excursions

BANG BANG BANGGGgggggang gang gang
two tribes
one for k.ran
one for bi.ble
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.


Blogger murmurists said...

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....

Saturday, June 09, 2007 5:39:00 pm  
Blogger Inconsequential said...

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…

Sunday, June 10, 2007 7:12:00 am  
Blogger Inconsequential said...

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...

Sunday, June 10, 2007 7:18:00 am  
Blogger murmurists said...

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.

Sunday, June 10, 2007 2:26:00 pm  
Blogger St. Anthony said...

Fall versions of Yes songs - frightening.

Monday, June 11, 2007 6:37:00 am  
Blogger St. Anthony said...

Fiddling in trousers while rome burns - arf, arf.

Monday, June 11, 2007 6:38:00 am  
Blogger murmurists said...

A true dystopia - super-collided and replete. A flat line, Soutine-thick. The final transgressions.

Monday, June 11, 2007 6:41:00 am  
Blogger murmurists said...

pass me my bible-lite, bud

Monday, June 11, 2007 6:42:00 am  

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