[hermit][shells]
So far in my independent life I have had three houses.
1.Chad.2.Pal.3.PostSlums.
Here is a memory of the Princess room in the Pal.
jamie&pugs
PUGS: the moment i wake up,
before i put on my make up,
i say a little prayer for you.
JAMIE: whilst combing my hair now,
and wondering what dress to wear now,
i say a little prayer for you.
TOGETHER: forever and ever you'll stay in my heart, and
i will love you.
forever and ever, we're never apart,
oh how i love you.
together forever, that's how it must be,
to live without you, would only mean
heartbreak for me.
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before i put on my make up,
i say a little prayer for you.
JAMIE: whilst combing my hair now,
and wondering what dress to wear now,
i say a little prayer for you.
TOGETHER: forever and ever you'll stay in my heart, and
i will love you.
forever and ever, we're never apart,
oh how i love you.
together forever, that's how it must be,
to live without you, would only mean
heartbreak for me.
LISTEN TO THEIR PODCAST HERE:
http://cooldudesradio.blogspot.com/
ljubljana
i visited this bleached and beautiful and bleak city in Jan2011. it was freezing cold. the trains were efficient. the youth culture is neon but the city is quiet. the birthplace of NSK, Laibach and Zizek was an essential place to visit.
I AM SORRY
A little bat preserved scared in the Pillai's Gran's house.
After she died I went to her house and could smell the Frakincense of Catholic churches.
I AM GLAD
Hungarian born artist Endre Tot is the Fluxus King of Xerox.
His ever-optimistic work made in the context of the harshly oppressive 1970s Hungarian art scene shows the necessary switch artists made between painting and conceptual art in a bid to express themselves politically.
Tot was constantly sticking it to the man.
In this piece 'I am glad if I can Xerox' he subversively mocks the joy of being able to use a photocopier - something that was banned in Hungary unless you had 'official' permission.
By the late 70s his application to move to Berlin had been refused by the Hungarian government several times. It wasn't until the Western press picked up on this and covered the story as a political sensation that he was granted the freedom to leave Budapest.
Consequently, when he got to Berlin he graffitied the Wall with this:
'I should be glad if I am allowed to write something on the other side of this wall'
He's Bart Simpson of the Eastern-European conceptual art world.
TALKISCHEAP
you set in me like a fever waking me at
3 o clock
4 o clock
shivering your name tumbling
between dream and reality
days passing
kaleidoscopic haze
losing track of
which conversations
were real
which conversations
were real
which
i had imagined
i had imagined
day dreaming sleep walking
consumed by you
kaleidoscope to telescope
fever to flu
reality was always too real
for me
for me
and for you
SANJA INVEKOVIC TRIANGLE
I am currently not writing my dissertation on Sanja Ivekovic.
She is currently not sitting on a balcony pretending to masturbate whilst drinking whiskey.
i sport my shades/i dig bob dylan/i like food/that's not too filling
The Writer's Song
I did not wish to work
I did not wish to earn
but to curl with my jar
in the sweet sorghum
I laid my mat among the reeds
I could hear the freeman call
oh my life
what does it matter
will the reed cease bending
will the leper turn
I had a horn i did not blow
I had a sake and another
I could hear the freemen
drunk with sky
what matter my cry
will the moon swell
will the flame shy
bonsai bonsai
it is better to write
then die
in the blue crater
set with straw
I could hear
the freemen call
the way is hard
the gate is narrow
what matter I say
with the new mown hay
my pillow
I had a sake and another
I did not care to own nor rove
wrote my name upon the water
nothing but nothing above
bonsai bonsai
it is better to write
then die
a thousand souvenirs
a thousand prayers
set away in earthernware
we draw the jars
from the shelves
drink our parting
from ourselves
so be we king
or be we bum
the reed still whistles
the heart still hums
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