Wednesday, December 3, 2008





The tallest man on earth: I see the ripples o/in the water
I see the [>>>***] *


The air is like the scales of a fish moving underwater


Like the air is full of breath:

And moving things


‘see the sadness of the sailor














[>>>***] * which song to choose is your choice
tea + perfume
four + five
six : bliss

my mind is drifting

in honeyed seas

status


A Donde Se Pone


Julia fell off her bicycle: ow... is seeking a luck dragon post.
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Julia more about julia: fell off my bike feeling pretty down.
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Julia is taking it for granted.
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Julia is kerosene: object vapour.
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Julia has set the sun on an angle just to see.
Julia grrrr.
Julia grrr: ouch fnkkknghk: how dare i. 3



I watched a dragonfly fly around the room for some time.

It was beautiful.

I told it, and,

That it was poetry in motion.




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Saturday, March 29, 2008

welsh kleptomaniacs*

Sun rose over the atlantic ocean looks grey and felty and soflights up the spring bloom fuzz that the trees are newly wearing in their yellow feisty outbursts. I have writer's block.

*Dylan Thomas was once busted leaving a friend's house with their vaccum cleaner tucked beneath the folds of his overcoat.

Friday, March 28, 2008

obscenities and insults




so there has been some piracy afoot!!
anyway: i apologise to anyone who may have stumbled upon this page over the last few days....
here is some candy:

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

things are not what they seem

the masquerade seems to have been postponed
it appears that the band don't have cohesion
because images are always important
especially that which is obscured
so I'm hoping that, like jack here,
[who I like to think is winking with his hidden eye],
the band will take this on and enjoy seeing themselves through
someone else's eyes:: i.e. these peepers
[peep!!]

if not, then all's well that never eventuates, because there must be a reason!!
p.s: for visual inspiration look at MGMT's latest chunk of eye candy: http://court13.com/TimeToPretend_480.mov

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

the line of sky



the vista::
more beautiful than a skyline ever can be::
the line of sky runs above the millions

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Motel Motel :: Train Train



mylinski and co. are off to coney island...
our new friends 'Motel Motel'++ have asked us to shoot their video!
up up and away... masquerade on trains to mystery destinations.
Morphing personalities, the observant flaneur, theives, clowns.
We are filming in a week and a half.

Williamsburg {the west side of Brooklyn} is full of cats like the one above.

++http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=138238088

have a listen: we saw them at the Knitting factory with a string quartet of companions

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Dolores del Rey

These are from lala land, not tired: Los Angeles... me and the angels have been hanging out on hollywood boulevard: amongst fortune shops, armenian hairdressers advertising frosts and perms, stars in the footpath and hip hoppers, hipsters and the great american car... everywhere, and enormous. And another angel caught my eye:

The lady has her wall.... alongside hollywood tight pants and size '0' in the city that is proud to have invented 'zero'... mariachi clown...

and a moment,

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

treatment




“The Mariachi of Plaza Garibaldi”
[Working Title]

[musica: ‘guitarras lloren guitarras’ canta por Pedro Infante y Lola Beltrán]

A Documentary shot around the lives of the roving musicians, the Mariachi, in a plaza to the north west of the centre of the megopolis of MEXICO CITY. This area thrives with neon traffic and strip bars, illegal pulque [cactus juice] trade, hustle and fairy lit plazas. Plaza garibaldi is the historic centre for the mariachi, a plaza ringed with bronze statues of the heroes of the genre including Pedro Infante and the Queen: Lola Beltran. The kitsch explosion of colour and tears, the passion of classic anthems like ‘El Rey’ the king with no queen, the weeping guitars, the sequined lapels and waxed moustaches in contrast to the post-modern juxtaposition of traditional mariachi wear with facial piercings, mohawk/mullet hairstyles, streaks and cross-boned skulls of some of the younger players in the often family groups.

This film aims to explore this juxtaposition, and to meet some of the differences between the older generation of Mariachi who grew up in an era of right wing one party repression and in the shadow of the northern super power, in relative isolation insofar as propaganda and media, with the younger generation [denoted x and y by the western media] who have access through the internet and a variety of international media to a wider view of the world and their love hate relationship with the United States, culturally, economically, politically and, especially, musically.

We will shoot initially in and around Plaza Garibaldi, a sinking piazza in a ramshackle and fairly rough area of one of the most populated cities in the world, 2600 metres above sea level, 23 million people, the volcano-ringed altitudinous lake bed city, once the spiritual key and symbolic centre and King home of the Aztec Empire.

The Plaza is fading, and hushed by day, but at night with the addition of lights and colour is animated and timeless. Some of the surrounding bars have been trading since the 1930??s eg bar tenampa.. it is a wild area, the urban jungle of mexico city seethes with colour and danger. It is rough. The slightly warped dimensions of the plaza, caused by the sinking foundations of the un-square buildings on their silt bed, add to the confusion and overwhelm of colour and sound. The beeping horns and traffic shouts of the vendors and tourist photographers flow around the groups of mariachi who vie for customers; they aim to outplay each other. Some of the groups have up to 15 players: trumpets, violins, guitars, voices wailing “Aiiie, Ai Ai Ai!!” Many songs converge as the multitudinous groups serenade couples in love, families and groups of friendly revellers tequila cheerful sing and cry along.

We hope to speak with the musicians, especially the younger mariachi about what the music means to them; this rousing passionate tear-jerking music about love and pain and passion, once used as a tool in the revolution to spread word about the movement amongst the uneducated farmers that is now a definitively and uniquely Mexican sound.

We would like to discover any mariachi inspired modern music; electro or punk or variations that are being made by the new breed of mariachi, or cross-over groups. Also if some of these musicians are perhaps inhabiting the worlds of two or more subcultures: both mariachi and punk, without crossover and whether these two worlds contain parallels, if they resonate with one another and are harmonious, or if there is a divergence or clash of ideals. Is the music of the mariachi bound up with the pomp and fanfare of the old system, or is it still the soundtrack to the revolution, the music of the people???

How do the younger generation feel about this?
Are they fiercely nationalistic?
How do they feel about Mexico?
How do they feel about Mexico in relation to the rest of the world?

The contradictions between the rural history and the urban reality of the mariachi, the major key and tragic lyric, the smiling passion, the sequined poverty, the youth, with their punk aesthetic, strumming traditional tunes, Mexico in relation to the states, the young in relation to the old, the new democracy versus the 60 year right wing repressive government of Portofirio Diaz.
Is Mariachi music moving into the context of modern music?
Are new ballads being composed?
Who are these people in their sequined boleros and wide brimmed hats, moustachioed and singing out the heart of Mexico?

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

TIME CAPSULE PROJECT



numero uno!!!!!!!!!!
it begins with a sidewalk copy of my falling squares...