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.

The geniuses of intuitive genius

Headlining are the geniuses of Albert Camus and Salvadore Dali. Followed closely by Schwarzenegger in third place.

Society and its ills

“Society” and its ills

 

Man is no longer free to gaze at the heavens and feed his mouth with the fruits of the earth. He cannot lay down by the green pastures and sip from the flowing brook. He cannot use his cunning and might to cudgel a monkey to death and roast its tortured body over a fire, or by his choosing, spare it! He is not free to explore the jungle-earth in search of knowledge, bounty and riches. He cannot build his own house, and till his field with his own two hands! He is not permitted to murder his enemy in some bitter and honourable dispute. All these things are owed to man, and yet the wicked and greedy, the cowardly, the boastful, the arrogant, the self-seeking and the proud have mechanised existence. They have made a wall around their ill-gotten gains in the form of laws, precepts and duty. Man in society has become a schemer, a plotter and a fiend.

A MANIFESTO

THE ILLS OF RELIGION

Religion bends man’s lusts and inward and turns him into an unnatural sex pest, like a catholic priest.

-THUS Priests should be encouraged to engage in coitus

Religion rationalises by the medium of fear the natural wonder of existence that is proper to us all

- THUS Priests should be prevented from using fear as a coercive tool and must be compelled by law to use the Children's Bible, instead of the actual one.

THE ILLS OF THE LAW

The law prevents due revenge and vengeance which is every man’s right, by offering retribution by proxy.

- THUS a law should be in place that allows the wronged to punish the wrong doer. The boats, the breaking wheel, head crusher and crocodile shears are all possible legal punishments.

The rich and greedy own the land which belongs to all of us and take the food from our mouths!

- THUS a large tax should be levied against the rich and the gains distributed for the good of society.

- THUS the richest man in society must be made to toil in a rubber fist mine for a year

A man must pay for the very ground upon which to build his own house!

- THUS each man, without exception should be allotted a plot of land for his quarters

- THUS machines should till communal fields in place of man, and pick the orchards, and bring the food to him and the community.

THE ILLS OF THE FACTORY

Man utilises the means of production to sell useless items and indebt their owners

-          THUS man should create more drug factories, to create a cheap supply of products

-          THUS man should create a GM bird that he can ride and feed oats or some such cereal instead of building a car. 

The meaning of life

Gentlemen, I present to you with all due modesty, THE MEANING OF LIFE.

AND

THE ULTIMATE METAPHYSICAL NATURE OF BEING:

1.) Being, i.e existence itself has no inherent meaning

2.) It is our desire to create morality and meaning in the world

MAN URGES HIMSELF TO GIVE MEANING TO A MEANINGLESS UNIVERSE

MAN URGES HIMSELF TO GIVE MORALITY TO AN AMORAL UNIVERSE

As the sole enforcers of this type of behaviour, we could choose not to act in a meaningful way as there is no punishment for disobaying the rules. But this is to miss an opportunity.

Metanormative dialectic

I have of late been wondering how to roll the perfect joint. I told  the wizard Wolfram Alpha my query and this is the pith of the response:

raises more questions than it asks

Elton John's "and the house fell down" as commentary on Job

"The sun is up and the shades are all pulled down
I'm more paranoid with every little sound
Like the leaf blower blowing the leaves around
And a siren wailing on the other side of town"

The modest beginnings of the first verse does not betray any deep existential ponderment, a leaf blower, a siren, and pulling down are all mundane themes, John still invokes such timeless images such as the rising sun and the terror of the wind but they are most definately muted by the mundane. In the second verse John does introduce the theme of suffering, and remorse. John tells us that he could be in many places, but what is crucial is that here he is on the precipice, having followed a poor diet of cocaine and wine for three days.John then in this couplet of verses eases us into themes of suffering and angst, whilst backing the apparent misery with an upbeat and groovy piano composition. It is however the chorus that rivals Job, the wolf here representing suffering keeps blowing down his house and what can John do but shake his fist at God?

some riggidy rap

I hereby put my unborn seed on it.

The Anguish of Boredom: Original Sketches

The Preacher & Camel"

"The Aching of the Contact Lens"

"The Beurocracy vs. Dinosaurs"

Pandora's Urn Releases The Nymphs of Decadence

Yukio Mishima and the love of St Sebastian.

It's not my bag

It is Sebastian’s almost base physicality and masculinity that instantly strikes us, upon viewing this painting. The dark shadows, the harsh lines, the piercing gaze, the massive semi-erect penis. If not for the arrows one would imagine the image to be designed for the purpose of proudly displaying a person’s authority and achievement. Sebastian in the picture stands erect and exclaims ecce homo – behold the man!

Yet there is a white elephant in the room, Sebastian this symbol of masculinity is seen in the painting as being ravaged by a swarm of arrows, (an obvious reference to the traditionally dominant phallus). Why is Sebastian a paragon of masculinity so often portrayed as being humbled by the phallus? Why is this sadomasochistic perspective seen as so erotic by writer’s such as Mishima? For the answer to the latter we must look deep into the mind of the great poet and writer.

Mishima’s childhood was rife with difficulty, he was often sick with tuberculosis and and was only allowed to associate with “weaker” female relatives for fear he would be bullied by boys his own age. In the beginning of “Confessions of a Mask” Mishima often escapes the sufferings of worldly existence by escaping into a world of sadism and dominance. His actual sufferings giving rise to imaginary sadistic triumphs. As Mishima grows this striving for dominance takes on a sexual aspect, he writes:

“I cried sobbingly until at last those visions reeking with blood came to comfort me. And then I surrendered myself to them, to those deplorably brutal visions, my most intimate friends.”

It is logical to assume that in the case of Mishima this early repression of the will to power led to a rebound of the ID – an explosion of sadism. The will to power that had been repressed and denied him in his childhood grew exponentially more violent in adulthood. Yuko Mishima strives from his mid twenties to be a real-life Sebastian, ceaselessly exercising with heavy weights, each day trying to fit his ever bulging muscles into his spandex pants.  Tiring to become like the heroic and ever masculine Sebastian.

Sexy

We see in the life of St Mishima then a pattern, a childhood of submission, a rebound and an adulthood of sadism and dominance.

And yet like Sebastian Mishima wants to die, and indeed declares that it would gratify him, to "die among strangers beneath a cloudless sky".In November 1970 Mishima commits Japanese ritual disembowelment (seppuku) in the back room of a military compound. For the reason why we must look to Sebastian.

Sebastian is the key to Mishima's entire oeuvre. As Mishima plunges the blade into his abdomen. He is reduced once more to his childhood weakness and surrenders to the power of death.  Mishima who strove all his adulthood to become masculine is seen here secretly craving domination and the power of another man's willy (represented by death).  Thus Mishima the Sadist becomes the Mishima the Submissive in death, completing his darkest desires and finally creaming his pants. Mishima is not only a sadist but a masochist and indeed his masochism finally overpowers his potent sadism.

RIP

A Lesson

Kristos came and kristos went
Kristos saved and kristos spent
-the preacher spoke
So eloquent

Within his pulpit, as a nest
At voicing god he was the best
An eagle on the scriptures fed
Or vulture, as on man’s carrion read

A man of God in vestments pure
But fell unto the vestal’s lure
For in the crowd below did spy
A woman fit for heav’nly eye

And to this prey he did pursue
And by her scorn, his lusts, they grew
Until one sermon spent and wrecked
He came unto her, so bedecked
In rosen garb with golden crown
A wealth fit to upturn any frown

And in the shadows of the cloister
By his own art her loins grew moister
And at the climax, he gasped at last
“For I am man, from God I part”

And now he roves the world anew
For from this moment, passions grew
And now his want is never sated
For by this act, new want created.

So brothers, here this warning wicked
The devil had his weakness tricked
Thus heed not the damsels fine
Or face the toil of Satan’s mine.

a story

“Gimp”, yelled Badger to one of the local school boys. The boy was scared by the badger, with its big teeth and beady little eyes, and Badger knew it and took great pleasure in his ability to scare school children. As tears began to well up in the child’s eyes the badger turned and proudly walked away. Badger could play saxophone very well and performed two nights a week in the village jazz bar, his band Jazz Badger and the Supremes performed a mix of soul and early jazz music, not unlike the style in which the human Barry White performs, though his violent essence personified in the music often led to misplaced shrill, high notes and dull heavy drones.He also took pleasure in this aspect of his being.

Surreal Poetry

The sandman eats his own sand

The snake eats its own tail

Schism of a boneless hand

Sea buoyant shores derail

Unborn folly of the gods

Old and dying  flame

See Kaiser to his subject nods

Sew whips unto his name

Crumbling wall and drying blood

Dark path and close'd door

The ever present virgin would

But for the present whore

A Mallard, Caught in Situ

I was happening to amble about the district park the other day, when in the corner of my eye I took vision of a most singular bird. This fine example of the avian form lingered only to allow me to snap one picture, before flying off into the sky, trailing stardust and mumbling indistinctly to itself. I present this one image here, for you delectation.

How fly is Nate Dogg?

The is no question that Nate D-o-double-g is indeed fly. But how fly? That is what I wish to examine in this post. Through a few thought experiments.

"Thought experiments are devices of the imagination used to investigate the nature of things. Thought experimenting often takes place when the method of variation is employed in entertaining imaginative suppositions. They are used for diverse reasons in a variety of areas, including economics, history, mathematics, philosophy, and physics."

We shall now assess the most probable outcomes in the following imagined situations.