'Modern Nature' : Derek Jarman
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Met Genesis P. Orridge wheeling his daughter Jeunesse in a pram. Gen was dressed immaculately in a grey suit, grey shirt and dog collar, a gold Psychic TV cross on his lapel. He had bought the dog collar and shirt in Brighton from an earnest lady who asked him which parish he was from.
'I'm a missionary,' said Gen, 'I travel the world.'
'Oh, who do you work for?'
'Young people', said Gen.
'I do a lot of that sort of thing, gays and the like,' she said.
Dressed as a bishop he gets put in first class carriages, people help him with the child, taxi drivers cross busy streets, and everywhere he goes people call him Sir.
'You should try it Derek, it makes a world of difference.'
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I was shocked to see Philip Core's obituary in the Independent. For a moment I thought it was an article on his painting, as it was illuminated by a self portrait. I met Philip quite regularly over the years on street corners. At first I was quite suspicious of his enthusiasm: he was another one of the glitterati - his sensibility seemed out of joint. But I came to realise my mistake. He was much tougher than casaul aquaintance might suggest. His writing on photography and the arts, even the obituaries he wrote for the Independent were perceptive. At the arts lobby against section 28, Philip made a performance,smashing a plaster statue of michaelangelos david in front of the large audience. His uncompromising gay subject matter never allowed him to fit in. Last week, dying of aids, he fought a court case over some Tom of Finland catalogues stolen from him by HM Customs and Excise.
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Met Genesis P. Orridge wheeling his daughter Jeunesse in a pram. Gen was dressed immaculately in a grey suit, grey shirt and dog collar, a gold Psychic TV cross on his lapel. He had bought the dog collar and shirt in Brighton from an earnest lady who asked him which parish he was from.
'I'm a missionary,' said Gen, 'I travel the world.'
'Oh, who do you work for?'
'Young people', said Gen.
'I do a lot of that sort of thing, gays and the like,' she said.
Dressed as a bishop he gets put in first class carriages, people help him with the child, taxi drivers cross busy streets, and everywhere he goes people call him Sir.
'You should try it Derek, it makes a world of difference.'
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I was shocked to see Philip Core's obituary in the Independent. For a moment I thought it was an article on his painting, as it was illuminated by a self portrait. I met Philip quite regularly over the years on street corners. At first I was quite suspicious of his enthusiasm: he was another one of the glitterati - his sensibility seemed out of joint. But I came to realise my mistake. He was much tougher than casaul aquaintance might suggest. His writing on photography and the arts, even the obituaries he wrote for the Independent were perceptive. At the arts lobby against section 28, Philip made a performance,smashing a plaster statue of michaelangelos david in front of the large audience. His uncompromising gay subject matter never allowed him to fit in. Last week, dying of aids, he fought a court case over some Tom of Finland catalogues stolen from him by HM Customs and Excise.
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Perception and Interpretation
‘Only 20 percent of the neural pathways from the eyes travel to the primary visual cortex; 80 percent come from other areas of the brain, such as those in charge of memory’ (Bornstein, 2009).
‘When anyone reads anything which he wishes to study, he does not despise the letters and the punctuation marks, and call them illusion, chance and worthless shells, but he reads them, he studies and loves them, letter by letter. But I, who wished to read the book of the world and the book of my own nature, did presume to despise the letters and signs. I called the world of appearances, illusion.’ (Hesse, H 1951 pp. 43-44)
‘But what if God himself can be simulated, that is to say can be reduced to the signs that constitute faith? Then the whole system becomes weightless, it is no longer itself anything but a gigantic simulacrum, that is to say never exchanged for the real, but exchanged for itself, in an uninterrupted circuit without reference or circumference.’ (Baudrillard, J 1981 p.6)
Alexander Graham Bell
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When he was a teenager, he and his brother Melly used the voice box of a dead sheep to make a speaking machine that cried, "Mama!" This created even more interest in human speech and how it worked.
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When he was a teenager, he and his brother Melly used the voice box of a dead sheep to make a speaking machine that cried, "Mama!" This created even more interest in human speech and how it worked.
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The Mass of Choronzon
ZIRDO IADNAMAD ELILA I am the undefiled knowledge of the 1st aether MICALZODO SAANIR MADRIAAX mighty in the parts of the heavens FINIS BALZIZIRAS IADA executing the judgement of the highest
IO KIA !
ANETAB OTHIL LUDSI CAOSAGI
in government I have set my feet in the earth
ZIRDO LONSMI DEPEDE ZARZAX
I am the power 333 of the 10th aether
SOBA DOOAIN MAD ZILODARPE
whose name amongst you is the god of conquest
TOOAT GMICALZOMA LARSAD TOLGLO
furnishing a power of to dispose of all things
understanding
YRPOIL LATOK OVCHO ASYMP
division, one thing let it confound with another
UNCHI OMORS ZODACARE GOHUS
confound understanding move! I say
with darkness
OADRIAX OROCHA DODPAL CAOSAGI
the lower beneath let them vex upon the earth
heavens
ABRAMAG NETAAIB CAOSAGI IO CHORONZON !
I prepare for the of the earth
government
Evocation of the Dark One : Emptiness Divine
Angel of Death
frolicking in plasma
impaled betwixt the chasm and the gate
whispering death nymphs
suffocate my soul
crystal city
ancient roots
sea of blood
beneath the pyramid
lies the tomb of the skeleton butterfly
in melodic decay
these flowers must die
Asphyxia
beautiful shadow whore
who am I to draw lines between the shadow and the light
cut me
fuck me
tear away my throat and love me
flood of terror, homicidal
be my savior
so still and precious
Empty creature, I see you
Empty creature, I am you
Gift
patterns and puzzles enveloped by shadows
entomb the nectar
shadow keeper
lessons deeper
skull of jinn
bone handled head cutter
symbiosis
Nirvana
ancient death nymph
collect your bones
gather your limbs
in silent bliss
receive this melodic blessing
of a dream within a dream
frolicking in plasma
impaled betwixt the chasm and the gate
whispering death nymphs
suffocate my soul
crystal city
ancient roots
sea of blood
beneath the pyramid
lies the tomb of the skeleton butterfly
in melodic decay
these flowers must die
Asphyxia
beautiful shadow whore
who am I to draw lines between the shadow and the light
cut me
fuck me
tear away my throat and love me
flood of terror, homicidal
be my savior
so still and precious
Empty creature, I see you
Empty creature, I am you
Gift
patterns and puzzles enveloped by shadows
entomb the nectar
shadow keeper
lessons deeper
skull of jinn
bone handled head cutter
symbiosis
Nirvana
ancient death nymph
collect your bones
gather your limbs
in silent bliss
receive this melodic blessing
of a dream within a dream
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