Celestakwin from Ben Bigelow.

We Are Electric from Fischerspooner

“betes de mode”, helmo, 2006

found

found

 found

                                                                                                     found

                                                                                                                    from “arms, legs and something in between” by Åben Dans

 from “oh my goodness” by michael clark

 designs by leigh bowery

 yuval pudik, 2009

                                                                                                                                                  ”hyper”, alisia yeye

“T,O,U,C,H,I,N,G” by paul sharits, 1969

stelarc’s “the body is obsolete” by contemporary arts media

“atomium” by mark lane, video by martha wilcox, 2008

“the final calling” by chris & cosey, 1984

“seconds too late” by cabaret voltaire, video by st. john walker of plan 9, 1982

“flying lotus/soft gun lily” by flying lotus, directed by timothy saccenti, 2008

“when i grow up” by fever ray, directed by martin de thurrah, 2009

stills from dario argento’s “suspiria”, 1977

production stills from ”gorgasm” by sasha bergstrom-katz/brandon rosenbluth, 2009

/action

“selbstbemalung/selbstverstümmelung” (self painting/self mutiliation) performance by günter brus, film by kurt kren, 1965 

/gression

“glueface” / “no fear”/”cyberbondage3″/ “flashdancer” by aids-3d

* listening We Are The World

                                                                                                                                               christo, self-portrait

terence koh 

the end of my life

as a rabbit in love

(performance still),

2007

Untitled by Rose Blanshei

Speaker bites lip, it’s been said.

“His head looks of normal size but it’s clear from his mouth that what is inside is monstrous,” she gleamed, to herself. No jinx risk inside.

Man becomes mountain, becomes shadow, becomes veil.

All this talk of quivering from her rouged lips to people less daunting and they take another sip.

Man rolls over, man cups breast, man snores.

Quiver Heart stays still (outside) not sleeping, feels warmth of his hand upon chest (fire)—considers him a god—

Silent is the shaken woman,

Loveashed.

                                                                 kevin francis gray, kids on a tomb, 2008

kevin francis gray, face-off, 2007

*image by douwae

//airportsmouth//

Hollow mimicry of past war cries

Excise the neckties

Choking our airwayves

Blackhole satellite

Darkmatter messages

I’ve no service

In my lightwave flightcave

When the airforce overtakes my lifeforce

My body will divorce my mental horse

Minds will ride on invisible tides

To uncertain ports of strategic

Import banality, export mortality

Hyperformed corporeality

Vacuum-sealed airfields

For autonomic frolics 

*fashion by skyward 

7.15.08

De:cädence

There is no future

Is in the past

Blank Generators/

Negating Creators

So what is left for us to decry?

No hope for yesterday?

No nothing is not

Any more language

On relative waves

Ideas in ether

Blow yore’s own decay

———————————————————-

De:   linguistically the undoing of a thing

Decay:    the natural process of self-undoing

Cadence:   the rhythm by which De: de:scribes Decay

De:cädence

*video stills from “rapture//rupture” by brandon rosenbluth