The Olympics as the triumph of Thanatos over Eros.

 

With the Olympics near I turn my learned mind to the topic of competition. Competition is in essence the embodiment of the death drive, the desire to subdue and defeat your earthly brethren, the angry face of nature, red in tooth and claw and glans and wizard’s sleeve.

A mighty warrior fells a beast with his cock.

 

Colour on screen / 2012

CONCEPT

The above image portrays a mighty warrior slaying a beast with his cock.  The beast (centre) is large aggressive and purple. The warrior-man seen bottom left is wielding a spear (a metaphor for his cock) as well as his cock. Bill Conti's "gonna fly now" plays in the background.A feeling of triumph emanates from the image. A sisyphean feat.

Fictional Dictionary

Crebules – a borough of London city

Yopus – Trousers

Crebulosophpous – The core of a loaf of bread

Filligerubestop – A worm

Gipper- A title of honour (often academic)

Boonoceriousap major – A comet orbiting the constellation of Scorpios

Craspos - a fluid or essence that, though familiar, exits the body via the wrong orifice

Posterperfidy - to be famous for a petty crime

Finbrae - a diseased end

Steely Jean

A Collection of Images

'The Decent of Capitalism'

'Mind at Work'

'Mysterious Figures'

''The Great Creator'

'Deity and Priest'

'The Hideous'

'Pedagogue & Catamite'

'Brazen Elephant'

'AUTOCANNIBALISM FIRST INTERATION'

'AUTOCANNIBALISM SECOND ITERATION'

30 minutes of thought

Darius - a play

Part I

In the small tea room, it is desirable for every utensil to be less than adequate. There

are those who dislike a piece when it is even slightly damaged; such an attitude shows

a complete lack of comprehension.

Zoomed in on lapping of ocean

Darius barely clothed, is stretched out asleep across the cold morning sands

Morning, sun rising. Seagulls caw, golf ball hits him. Soundtrack: Vivaldi

He has morning potency. He smiles in his sleep. Philosopher walks by in the background (robed man)

Voice [whispering]: Darius, Darius

Darius: (startled, groggily) Pray thee, who dane to speaketh to me? God?

Voice (woman): Nay, It is me, alma mater, Gaia, Mother Nature.

Darius: [pause] Forsooth, this is hard to believe. Why hast I been awakened from my hypnotic spell?

sheets wave in front of camera. A cat hisses.

Darius holds sand in his hand and watches it slip through his fingers. (still prostrate)

Gaia: See how the crystals of sand blow like the seeds of a ripe poppy; I have ordained a pattern to everything here.

Darius: Of what relevance is this to me? Leave me in peace.

Gaia: As you wish.

Darius returns to his slumber. [Fade to black]

Part II

The Taoists relate that at the great beginning of the No-Beginning, Spirit and Matter met in mortal combat. At last the Yellow Emperor, the Sun of Heaven, triumphed over Shuhyung, the demon of darkness and earth. The Titan, in his death agony, struck his head against the solar vault and shivered the blue dome of jade into fragments. The stars lost their nests, the moon wandered aimlessly among the wild chasms of the night .everyone has to build anew his sky of hope and peace.

The pale orange sun rises over the sandy spit and Darius is roused from his temporary oblivion.

A fire is going on around him, they are cooking dead seagull. Two men, wearing tweed and ties, but no pants  

Darius [clutching at the sand]: The grains are bound together with frost, it is another cold day.

Darius walks along the sands in the direction of the estuary. His sodden loin cloth blows in the nipping breeze. (he has a beard)

Darius looks displeased, but continues to walk for some time. [2 mins or so]

(no longer has beard)

A loaf of bread is found partially buried under the sand by Darius.

He eats it, urinates, eats some more.

Darius spends many minutes collecting dry bracken and logs to start a fire with and after a pile of deadwood has been formed he removes a flint from his loincloth. (the barbeque-ing men are now sitting reading newspapers, They are now dressed as monks)

He strikes his flint against the rock seven times. But few sparks are produced and he cuts his forefinger. (he has an orgasm of anger, his loin cloth is ever more soiled with his own excrements) (soundtrack: more vivaldi)

Part III

Hastings: Say my name (for 30 seconds, zoomed in on his mouth)

Darius continues his path down the beach towards the estuary.

He happens across two monks in the embrace of a passionate clothed sodomy. The one being penetrated is weeping and chanting da pacem dominum

Darius sees the monks and quotes Ecclesiastes:

 2 “Meaningless! Meaningless!”
“Utterly meaningless!
   Everything is meaningless.”

 3 What do people gain from all their labors
   at which they toil under the sun?
4 Generations come and generations go,
   but the earth remains forever.
5 The sun rises and the sun sets,
   and hurries back to where it rises.
6 The wind blows to the south
   and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
   ever returning on its course.
7 All streams flow into the sea,
   yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
   there they return again.
8 All things are wearisome,
   more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
   nor the ear its fill of hearing.
9 What has been will be again,
   what has been done will be done again;
   there is nothing new under the sun.

Monk fondles his orbs of virility upon the beach,

Tongue licks nipple

Darius is chased along the beach by the two men clothed in tweed, they brutally beat him with golf clubs and he screams in prolonged agony (soundtrack Zadok the Priest)

            when we consider how small after all the cup of human enjoyment is, how soon overflowed with tears, how easily drained to the dregs in our quenchless thirst for infinity, we shall not blame ourselves for making so much of the tea-cup. Mankind has done worse.

Sand blows over a ‘really nice’ tea cup for a long time

Some Renderings

'The Devil Tempts The Pope'

'Beings'

'Parthenogenesis'

Arnie is a Nephilim.

Schwarzenegger certainly has the look and feel of a nephilim, the broad cheekbones, the political success, the angelic frame. Though this is not evidence enough, it certainly casts aspersions on his angelic status.  But we must look closer at his film career, and indeed his policies to discover his true nephilim self. But you say Elohim created the nephilim, driving them from their celestial sphere in the heavens down to earth, where they were to dwell with the sinners adam and eve. Why Schwarzenegger, he was born some six thousand years later and the bible mentions nothing of him!

Or does it? Remember Samson, those beautiful flowing locks, the sword or bone used to fight with, the piercing eyes, and the immutable ambition? The man who said "let me die with the philistines!", and thought that the greatest thing in life was to crush his enemies see them driven before him, and to hear the lamentation of their women! Does Samson the man with a weakness for the ladies and a penchant for oiling up his bared torso remind you of anybody?

Yes indeed, Arnold Schwazenegger is nothing more than an alias, that the ancient biblical Samson (a nephilim) has chosen to mask his true identity. He has existed for millennia, casting down his enemies, brutally ousting his political opponents, sleeping with maids, and pumping iron. I take my hat off to him and bow down in reverence.

Fertile Cresent Plastic Surgery, or the Adaptation of the Apeman Form to Modern Technology Rooted in the Past

Desiccated maw repurposed via autocannibalism
Implemented with fluid alloy with cheese holes
Providing ventilation for respiration, rebooted
Stitching performed with gizzards of nightingale
Deceased. Soundtrack recorded with voice of nightingale
Resurrected. Insertion of metal appendages
With silicate lining
At marked points along the fifth vertice
Enabling primitive locomotion and four dimension
Object manipulation. Insert bolt B into docking slot 5mm
Ease in until full lubrication, then cleave and make one
If correct application, note protuberance of tongue
Restrained by fishing net of whittled bark
And copper wires woven. Addition of muscle mass
Via bacterial culture, prune trunk on sixth day;
Spare rib rotate 90 degrees with gentle pressure.
Bottled wind on intravenous drip inserted into artery
Swap each of the four winds at regular intervals.
When facial mass reconstructed inside out,
Insert dry bones, bolted and springed
With any fractures repaired with chewing gum.
Dimensions 37 by 7, E. Encase all in shell of snail
Gestate for sixteen years.
Remove mulch and pour into injection mould
After application of non stick fluid.
Into top hole insert sugars, fibres of wood.
Collect refuse at base chute and dispose.
On extraction from mould, feed to murder of crows
Connect to an electrical circuit and increase voltage
On each successive avian detonation recover contents of stomach
Spill on ground and read smoking future in thick blood,  congealed guts
Bile that runs over the stones and stains the bottoms of your shoes.