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Ai Wei Wei

21 Sep

This is going to be the movie of the year:  Human Flow is an expansive global look at the lives and voices of refugees across 23 countries.


5db473324be84b8f5bffc2f3685f002b_original.jpgAi Wei Wei will be in New York this fall! with a citywide installation!  Good Fences Make Good Neighbors. Description below from the Kickstarter:

“In response to the worldwide plight of migrants and refugees, divisive immigration and border control policies, and the global rise in nationalism, the exhibition, Good Fences Make Good Neighbors, will be installed at 300 + sites spanning dozens of New York City neighborhoods in all five boroughs.

Adapting security fencing in a variety of unexpected ways, Ai Weiwei’s artworks will appear at street level, rise from rooftops, emerge between buildings, be affixed to lampposts, frame bus shelters, and seemingly grow out of the urban infrastructure.

Major site-specific sculptures will be installed at iconic locations including Central Park, Washington Square Park, and the Unisphere, while more discrete 2-D and 3-D interventions — including posters with images collected from the artist’s visits to refugee camps around the world — will be installed across New York’s five boroughs.”


Tralfamadorians, Dogs & Vonnegut

21 Sep

“Billy Pilgrim says that the Universe does not look like a lot of bright little dots to the creatures from Tralfamadore. The creatures can see where each star has been and where it is going, so that the heavens are filled with rarefied, luminous spaghetti. And Tralfamadorians don’t see human beings as two-legged creatures, either. They see them as great milliepedes—“with babies’ legs at one end and old people’s legs at the other,” says Billy Pilgrim.”

Slaughterhouse-Five, Chapter 5


“You ever put a full-length mirror on the floor, and then have a dog stand on it? Trout asked Billy.


The dog will look down, and all of a sudden he’ll realize there’s nothing under him. The dog thinks he’s standing on thin air. He’ll jump a mile.”

Slaughterhouse-Five, Chapter 8


“How—how did I get here?

It would take another Earthling to explain it to you. Earthlings are the great explainers, explaining why this event is structured as it is, telling how other events may be achieved or avoided, I am a Tralfamadorian, seeing all time as you might see a stretch of the Rocky Mountains. All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.”

“You sound to me as though you don’t believe in free will,” said Billy Pilgrim.

*     *   *

“If I hadn’t spent so much time studying Earthlings,” said the Tralfamadorian, “I wouldn’t have any idea what was meant by ‘free will.’ I’ve visited thirty-one inhabited planets in the universe, and I have studied reports on one hundred more. Only on Earth is there any talk of free will.”

Slaughterhouse-Five, End of chapter 4


“I don’t think any artist knows why he does anything. It’s not that rational. This stuff comes pouring out of us.”

“I sit there, this person named me, and this stuffs starts coming out. And I write it down. But my wastebasket is full.”

Vonnegut,  2005 interview


14 Sep


Excerpt from an article from The World Sunday Magazine, March 8, 1896 re: free electricity & energy with the mechanics of a kind of tuning fork or autoharp interplaying with earth&atmosphere.

“The scientist-electricians who have for years been trying to master the mystery of electrical earth currents with which the ground beneath your feet is filled, are on the threshold of success. The success of the experiments they have under way means much to them, but vastly more to the people. It means that if Nikola Tesla succeeds in harnessing the electrical earth currents and putting then to work for man there will be an end to oppressive, extortionate monopolies in steam, telephone, telegraphs and the other commercial uses of electricity, and that the grasping millionaires who have for two decades milked the people’s purse with electrical fingers will have to relinquish their monopoly.

Nikola Tesla has discovered the secret of the electric earth currents of nature, and they will be adapted to the use of man. He has succeeded in transmitting sound by the currents that make an electric riot of the earth. The transmission of power will follow. His experiments reduced to commercially practicable uses will be able to tap the electric currents of the earth and make them serve the purposes of industry and of trade just as a well digger over on Long Island taps water or a Pennsylvania miner opens a vein of coal. The mighty electrical energy that has been stored up in the earth for ages will be harnessed and made to move the machinery of men.

Electricity will be as free as the air. For the privilege of its use legislatures will not have to be bribed or men corrupted at the polls, and public boards will not have to be seen to bestow exclusive franchises upon corporations organized to use public property for purposes of private gain, and make the people pay the original cost of their investment and excessive charges for service in order to squeeze dividends out of copiously watered shares.

Monopolies for purveying steams power too will be forced to capitulate to free electricity, for with the latter manufactures will only have to connect their dynamos with the earth currents to set their machinery in motion. The successful adaptation of Tesla’s discovery will administer a death-blow to the most galling slavery that has ever yoked the activities of men to the treadmill of monopoly. Tesla is the wizard who is going to emancipate modern industries from the shackles of corrupting, dividend-grabbing, monopolistic corporations.”

… this & electric car discovered in the late 1800’s. I’m not a conspiracy theorist but …

Sanskrit Love Lyrics

8 Sep

IMG_8220If you discover your friend has a copy of sanskrit love lyrics, ask if you can take (not borrow) it. 

Below lyrics translated by P. Lal.


She must have sucked the moon dry

She must have sucked the moon dry

This lady of ravishing breasts who rouses desire—

He wanders in cold and circular symmetry,

She glows with a sinuous and sensuous fire.




No love game for these lovers

No love game for these lovers; all night

Two secret grievances corrupt delight.

Too proud to bend. Will hewill she

Make the first apology?

Their looks foretell that by dawn

War will cease…meantime, the night is gone.



When she comes in from the rain

When she comes in from the rain
make-up ruined

blue sari clinging to her breasts

sculpting her lovely figure,

lucky is the lover

who helps her change her dress.




“Were you lying on champaks in the garden?”

“Were you lying on champaks in the garden?

Your breasts are red with their pollen.”

“Very clever! But these, begging your pardon,

Are thorn marks—

I went gathering flowers that had fallen.”


The War in Reverse

24 Aug

Billy looked at the clock on the gas stove. He had an hour to kill before the saucer came. He went into the living room, swinging the bottle like a dinner bell, turned on the television. He came slightly unstuck in time, saw the late movie backwards, then forwards again. It was a movie about American bombers in the Second World War and the gallant men who flew them. Seen backwards by Billy, the story went like this:

American planes, full of holes and wounded men and corpses took off backwards from an airfield in England. Over France, a few German fighter planes flew at them backwards, sucked bullets and shell fragments from some of the planes and crewmen. They did the same for wrecked American bombers on the ground, and those planes flew up backwards to join the formation.


The formation flew backwards over a German city that was in flames. The bombers opened their bomb bay doors, exerted a miraculous magnetism which shrunk the fires, gathered them into cylindrical steel containers, and lifted the containers into the bellies of planes. The containers were stored neatly in racks. The Germans below had miraculous devices of their own, which were long steel tubes. They used them to suck more fragments from the crewmen and planes. But there were a few wounded Americans, though, and some of the bombers were in bad repair. Over France, though, the German fighters came up again, made everything and everybody as good as new.

*     *   *

When the bombers got back to their base, the steel cylinders were taken from the racks and shipped back to the United States of America, where factories were operating nightand day, dismantling the cylinders, separating the dangerous contents into minerals. Touchingly, it was mainly women who did this work. The minerals were then shipped to specialists in remote areas. It was their business to put them into the ground, to hide them cleverly, so they would never hurt anybody again.

America fliers turned in their uniforms, became high school kids. And Hitler turned into a baby, Billy Pilgrim supposed. That wasn’t in the movie. Billy was extrapolating. Everybody turned into a baby, and all humanity, without exception, conspired biologically to produce two perfect people named Adam and Eve, he supposed.

from: Chapter 4, Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut



21 Aug



… kinda strange the sun being eaten up by the shadow of the moon for a bit  … & everyone in real life talking about it …  since my ever-lonely inner monologue has been dedicated to the writing of a story called notes from the plastic island, about an island made of plastic where there is no sun … only the Cathedral of Sun … sensual fantasies of the memory of sun …  a virtual reality theater …  where islanders flock to watch sun-rises&sets on large surround screens  … & experience intercourse with the sun … a sun last seen in childhood …  now blocked out by the body of a dictator … a giant dressed in an imported business suit … & forever confusing the roosters …


… the best eclipse movie I know about is called Judy Berlin, starring a young and brilliant Edie Falco, as well as Madeline Kahn.

… directed by Eric Mendelsohn … where are you now? this is such good filmmaking!




“…. the blue sun had almost completely disappeared beyond the horizon, the crimson tinge of the clouds in the opposite direction heralded the rising of the red sun. The vast blackness of the ocean and the empty sky above it were then filled with a blindingly fierce clash between hard colors aglow like metal, glistening with poisonous green and subdued hollow flames of crimson, while the ocean itself was rent with the glare of two counterposed disks, two furious fires, one mercuric and one scarlet …”


“The red dawn was blazing in the window panes and dividing the room in two. We were in the pale blue shadow. Beyond its border everything looked like it was made of copper; you might have thought each book would clang if it fell from the shelf.”

 – from Stanislaw Lem’s Solaris, re: Solaris’s 2 suns





… my favorite comet movie … Night of the Comet …

… a comet passes through vanishing most of 1980’s America … & two badass chicks are among the survivors … they find shelter in a department store …

… one of the girls who survives the comet is saved by a night of passion with her film projector boyfriend in a steel-walled projection room … forever cementing the cinema paradiso symbolism of the movie theater, in my mind … the sacredness of its cathedral  …



16 Aug


“White Power!” the Nazi’s shouted, “White Flour?” the clowns yelled back running in circles throwing flour in the air and raising separate letters which spelt “White Flour”.

“White Power!” the Nazi’s angrily shouted once more, “White flowers?” the clowns cheers and threw white flowers in the air and danced about merrily.

“White Power!” the Nazi’s tried once again in a doomed and somewhat funny attempt to clarify their message, “ohhhhhh!” the clowns yelled “Tight Shower!” and held a solar shower in the air and all tried to crowd under to get clean as per the Klan’s directions.

One last time they screamed “White Power!”

The clown women thought they finally understood what the Klan was trying to say. “Ohhhhh…” the women clowns said. “Now we understand…”, “WIFE POWER!” they lifted the letters up in the air, grabbed the nearest male clowns and lifted them in their arms and ran about merrily chanting “WIFE POWER! WIFE POWER! WIFE POWER!”

from a 2007 counter-protest in Knoxville, Tennessee


Similar clowns in Charlotte, NC in 2012: anti-racists wearing clown noses and carrying squeaky toys, whistles, noisemakers and bags of flour.