Tuesday, 22nd November 2016
I have amassed alot of comforting objects from my childhood over the past few years without me really realising what I was doing. But as I look around, watching my tv/vhs combo play a video me and some friends made the other day on a 1980's VHS recorder using visual editing hardware and original samplers, and I see my record player with my mid-80's Sony speakers, flip through a book I made of my photography using film cameras, buying cassettes for 20p down the local charity shop, being in possession of a walkman, and now ever a standalone cd player, I think I realise I'm now about 8 years old with all the gifts he ever dreamed of.
Tuesday 22 November 2016
Monday 21 November 2016
Monday, 21st November 2016
The following is based on a simple equation:
a + repeat with state of mind and your own individual point of view and association = next sentence
For example:
"Stardate log" = repeat with consciousness = "Wooden dinner burning"
log = wooden, date = dinner, star = burning
Example 2
"Slow down horses, the unpleasant noise...
Wooden = Whoa then (mind creates a horse), which turns to "Slow down horses"
Din = "unpleasant noise"
END OF EQUATION
Stardate log. Wooden dinner burning.
"Slow down horses, the unpleasant noise never stops the fire turning all things to ash. It's all so low down" said the prostitute
The peasant who got off of his knees to un-beg new sight was relentless in following the light and heat, knowing full-well that he was running towards the image of his own dust.
"Everything is viewed from above, from a great distance"
The peace, like a small black insect which was released (but legless) retracted prayer in acceptance, its eyes persevered gravitating toward weightlessness and radiating experience from springs escaping into perception and old skin
The all perceives what is in its line of sight, looking below, yoghurty and silver and so unposeable
The following is based on a simple equation:
a + repeat with state of mind and your own individual point of view and association = next sentence
For example:
"Stardate log" = repeat with consciousness = "Wooden dinner burning"
log = wooden, date = dinner, star = burning
Example 2
"Slow down horses, the unpleasant noise...
Wooden = Whoa then (mind creates a horse), which turns to "Slow down horses"
Din = "unpleasant noise"
END OF EQUATION
Stardate log. Wooden dinner burning.
"Slow down horses, the unpleasant noise never stops the fire turning all things to ash. It's all so low down" said the prostitute
The peasant who got off of his knees to un-beg new sight was relentless in following the light and heat, knowing full-well that he was running towards the image of his own dust.
"Everything is viewed from above, from a great distance"
The peace, like a small black insect which was released (but legless) retracted prayer in acceptance, its eyes persevered gravitating toward weightlessness and radiating experience from springs escaping into perception and old skin
The all perceives what is in its line of sight, looking below, yoghurty and silver and so unposeable
Friday 18 November 2016
Monday 14 November 2016
Friday 11 November 2016
Friday, 11th November 2016
In a way I'm sort of relieved, it's like being diagnosed with a disease you always knew you had.
Finally to give up and give in, surrender to chaos and murder all chances of the beautiful dream you once held so dear.
We can walk in these times with a more lucid gaze now with a feeling that any day it could all fall apart,
this year has been the birth pangs of a new era, the past is gone and I'm finally accepting I need to leave it behind too.
Plagued with anxiety and insecurity for the future these past dozen years now it's becoming clear that there is no chance of peace, no negotiating possible, that that was all a feeble attempt to hold something together which was always going to burst apart.
So in a way it's a relief. Keeping it together is no longer required, only how much to surrender.
To war we go. Ready to let this world go to hell, may there be some beautiful things that grow from our poisoned bodies and narrow minds.
Adjust and keep on moving on and keep making art and try to stay friendly and not a bitter heart.
In a way I'm sort of relieved, it's like being diagnosed with a disease you always knew you had.
Finally to give up and give in, surrender to chaos and murder all chances of the beautiful dream you once held so dear.
We can walk in these times with a more lucid gaze now with a feeling that any day it could all fall apart,
this year has been the birth pangs of a new era, the past is gone and I'm finally accepting I need to leave it behind too.
Plagued with anxiety and insecurity for the future these past dozen years now it's becoming clear that there is no chance of peace, no negotiating possible, that that was all a feeble attempt to hold something together which was always going to burst apart.
So in a way it's a relief. Keeping it together is no longer required, only how much to surrender.
To war we go. Ready to let this world go to hell, may there be some beautiful things that grow from our poisoned bodies and narrow minds.
Adjust and keep on moving on and keep making art and try to stay friendly and not a bitter heart.
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