Waiting for the new riveron

Soon a new riveron experience...

City, Ecology, Mobility - With Mitch Joachim, Terreform 1

NAICA CRYSTALS

the true intuition that among Gaia´s body there are more mysteries and awesome awaitings, why not live in a cave? hey, live in a quartz. live among the soft precious spots of her body. those that make u eerie or peaceful. wouldnt you like to lay near (and not far away,) from a nice mystic girl (meet her in a highway, take her to Hawai) and know her secrets.

"Mothlight" Stan Brakhage (1963)

sol all sun

Poetry - Robert Anton Wilson

Dove sta memora

You have not snared her,                                

She's in my pulse,                                  

    Eye sees only                                           

Brain conceives

Brain knows more

Brain can scan

Scarecrow Death:              

My heart, my breath.

Local hardware;

Nonlocal software;

Than eye can see:

Eternity.

in covnant garden

Jus now i had a conversation with Thomas De Quincey
in the Magnificent Seven, Old Brompton actually
talking crows talking clouds
as i dazed off in a bench with shrieking twilight
and the trees of Lady Anne, sweet lady Anne
so like a cloud that pervails time
face forming in a river or dream
Lady Anne
saw her near the graffiti glows
witha gentle hand fading like the skies
above the London Town.

Thomas told me that the opium underground
lives like tube dreams that tunnel streching through
new strobes and oyster cards. Bespeaking of
a gray light that never dies.
I said that i am postmodern brat but even so
i like to surf the clouds with a wicked eye.
He would not defer but still i knew we were the same
woefully, passing by like Stendhals glass.
So mate rememember what the dragon said
to the shadow, you are my house and iam thee light.

IN FLUX

north carolina made videoart- colors in a steamglass and fractal heat faces

time is out of time is out

Powers of Ten

an exponential hermes-mirror showing the updown voyage of the micromacro mirror

Bey's Poetic Terrorism

"WEIRD DANCING IN ALL-NIGHT computer-banking lobbies. Unauthorized pyrotechnic displays. Land-art, earth-works as bizarre alien artifacts strewn in State Parks. Burglarize houses but instead of stealing, leave Poetic-Terrorist objects. Kidnap someone & make them happy. Pick someone at random & convince them they're the heir to an enormous, useless & amazing fortune--say 5000 square miles of Antarctica, or an aging circus elephant, or an orphanage in Bombay, or a collection of alchemical mss. Later they will come to realize that for a few moments they believed in something extraordinary, & will perhaps be driven as a result to seek out some more intense mode of existence.

Bolt up brass commemorative plaques in places (public or private) where you have experienced a revelation or had a particularly fulfilling sexual experience, etc.

Go naked for a sign.

Organize a strike in your school or workplace on the grounds that it does not satisfy your need for indolence & spiritual beauty.

Grafitti-art loaned some grace to ugly subways & rigid public momuments--PT-art can also be created for public places: poems scrawled in courthouse lavatories, small fetishes abandoned in parks & restaurants, xerox-art under windshield-wipers of parked cars, Big Character Slogans pasted on playground walls, anonymous letters mailed to random or chosen recipients (mail fraud), pirate radio transmissions, wet cement...

The audience reaction or aesthetic-shock produced by PT ought to be at least as strong as the emotion of terror-- powerful disgust, sexual arousal, superstitious awe, sudden intuitive breakthrough, dada-esque angst--no matter whether the PT is aimed at one person or many, no matter whether it is "signed" or anonymous, if it does not change someone's life (aside from the artist) it fails.

PT is an act in a Theater of Cruelty which has no stage, no rows of seats, no tickets & no walls. In order to work at all, PT must categorically be divorced from all conventional structures for art consumption (galleries, publications, media). Even the guerilla Situationist tactics of street theater are perhaps too well known & expected now.

An exquisite seduction carried out not only in the cause of mutual satisfaction but also as a conscious act in a deliberately beautiful life--may be the ultimate PT. The PTerrorist behaves like a confidence-trickster whose aim is not money but CHANGE.

Don't do PT for other artists, do it for people who will not realize (at least for a few moments) that what you have done is art. Avoid recognizable art-categories, avoid politics, don't stick around to argue, don't be sentimental; be ruthless, take risks, vandalize only what must be defaced, do something children will remember all their lives--but don't be spontaneous unless the PT Muse has possessed you."

"Dress up. Leave a false name. Be legendary. The best PT is against the law, but don't get caught. Art as crime; crime as art."

FSOL'S

"When there is a choice of either living or dying, as long as there remains nothing behind to blemish one´s reputation, it is better to live"

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paradox
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"Where there is a choice of either going or not going, it is better not to go"

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paradox mirror paradox
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"Where there is a choice of either eating or not eating, it is better not to eat. Where there is a choice of either dying or not dying, it is better to die."

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