where there's poetic art there is sadness
I prefer a sad world with art in it to
a world without sadness but empty without art
deprived of joys, woes, of poetry
aptc
The Dark Angels are a come and go crew. They create then disappear like street art. Their works exist in fragments, particles that float, dust motes that spin before the wind that blows them to faraway places. They are individuals that work as one. Deep as oceans, as impenetrable as the night. Art urchins and poets, they dissolve before they form. They are the Dark Angels, they are discharge. They are a bloody mouthful.
Showing posts with label cinema of death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cinema of death. Show all posts
Monday, 11 July 2011
tristeza
Etiquetas:
art,
avantgarde,
cine de la muerte,
cinéma de la mort,
cinema of death,
poetry,
sadness,
todeskino,
tristeza
Thursday, 7 July 2011
soy gitano
Occi
Dental
Tötet der Zahn dieser Zeit
Quillt der
Aus
Satz
Aus der Wunde dieser Seite
Tod
Os poetas
Son
Gitanos, abejas
Del
Invierno
APTC marran Mythical Compositions 303
http://mythicalcompositions.blogspot.com/
Kontrast Gamma von Todeskino
"Self alteration, not self expression..." John Cage
Dental
Tötet der Zahn dieser Zeit
Quillt der
Aus
Satz
Aus der Wunde dieser Seite
Tod
Os poetas
Son
Gitanos, abejas
Del
Invierno
APTC marran Mythical Compositions 303
http://mythicalcompositions.blogspot.com/
Kontrast Gamma von Todeskino
"Self alteration, not self expression..." John Cage
Monday, 27 June 2011
Death is a hurdy gurdy man
www 666 the empire state building of those deprived of TOUCH. morsing their SOS into the vast, fucked universe like dead birds. This time we do the same, Schubert/Todeskino, Mizzi and the syphilis, death is a hurdy gurdy man...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sIIS-UgixGE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sIIS-UgixGE
Etiquetas:
666,
cinema of death,
death,
Der Leiermann,
internet,
Schubert,
the number of the beast,
todeskino,
www
Saturday, 25 June 2011
In darkness let me (d)well
"Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their lost fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.
Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.
From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world's despite."
JOHN DOWLAND (1563-1626)
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their lost fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.
Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.
From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world's despite."
JOHN DOWLAND (1563-1626)
Etiquetas:
cinema of death,
death,
John Dowland,
The Lost Works and Masters
Friday, 10 June 2011
The Act of Seeing w/ One's Own Eyes - Brakhage
as an re-al-action to the wonderful post "...." by Dorianda
Todeskino, cinema ov death by Stan Brakhage
Todeskino, cinema ov death by Stan Brakhage
Etiquetas:
art film,
autopsia,
autopsy,
avantgarde,
cinema of death,
death,
stan brakhage,
todeskino,
trangression
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