i was nervous about seeing live butoh, because some clips i’d seen scared the shit out of me, but this performance was only a little painful to watch. it’s not a cathartic experience at all; it’s about dying, and it looks and feels like dying, but there’s no “white light” at the end, so you […]
+musical machines and living dolls
+prosepero’s monsters
+cassini-huygens
+imaginarium of doctor parnassus (tom waits plays the devil!)
+”They passed into the anatomy theatre where Mr Dedalus, the porter aiding him, searched the desks for his initials. Stephen remained in the background, depressed more than ever by the darkness and silence of the theatre and by the air it wore […]
thank you, philly, for the frida kahlo exhibition and the mütter museum. i love that place (though i wish the collection were larger):
reminds me, i love fake anatomies, like arcimboldi’s [sp?] vegetable-faces.
let’s play with these images for a bit. seven men and their anatomies:
the first opens up to you on your first knock like the […]
ninani is a crippled tramp, engaging and friendly but homeless and friendless, a constant stranger. ninani was young, but then ninani was old in a blur of unmarked years. he only became conscious of time when he realized that his time was running out. one evening he was too weak to reach up to the […]
look at these hilarious “erotic” shoes. i love the shape of the sadhus’s nail-studded sandal and the appalling chinese lotus bootie.
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i’ll post other crap and claptrap on sunday.
(it is sunday already? then, later sunday.)