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

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



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

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

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)


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