dimanche 4 décembre 2016

samedi 3 décembre 2016

Rock and Roll adolescent hoodlums storm the streets of all nations. They rush into the Louvre and throw acid in the Mona Lisa’s face. They open zoos, insane asylums, prisons, burst water with air hammers, chop the floor out of passenger plane lavatories, shoot out lighthouses, file elevator cables to one thin wire, turn sewers into the water supply, throw sharks and sting rays, electric eels and candiru into swimming pools(the candiru is a small eel-like fish or worm about one-quarter inch through and two inches long patronizing certain rivers of ill repute in the Greater Amazon Basin, will dart up your prick or your asshole or a woman’s cunt faute de mieux, an hold himself there by sharp spines with precisely what motives is not known since no one has stepped forward to observe the candiru’s life-cycle in situ), in nautical costumes ram the Queen Mary full speed into New York Harbor, play chicken with passenger planes and buses, rush into hospitals in white coats carrying saws and axes and scalpels three feet long; throw paralytics out of iron lungs (mimic their suffocations flopping about on the floor and rolling their eyes up), administer injections with bicycle pumps, disconnect artificial kidneys, saw a woman in half with a two-man surgical saw, they drive herds of squealing pigs into the Curb, they shit on the floor of the United Nations and wipe their ass with treaties, pacts, alliances.

William S. Burroughs - Naked Lunch

The bad news is you’re falling through the air, 
nothing to hang on to, no parachute. 
The good news is there’s no ground.

Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche
Country Joe & The Fish Fan Club 

vendredi 2 décembre 2016

jeudi 1 décembre 2016

lundi 28 novembre 2016

Girls at the Masque, 1977  
Jules Bates
Life 1961-03-31
Bruce Conner (in tub), Toni Basil, Teri Garr, and Ann Marshall
Dennis Hopper, 1965

dimanche 27 novembre 2016

Frank Horvat, Le Sphinx, Paris, 1956
Omega Press: Okinawa, April ‘74

samedi 26 novembre 2016

If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, 
then there’d be peace.

John Lennon

Well, while I'm here I'll do the work 
— and what's the work? 
To ease the pain of living. 
Everything else, drunken dumbshow.

There is simply no room left for ‘freedom from the tyranny of government’ since city dwellers depend on it for food, power, water, transportation, protection, and welfare. Your right to live where you want, with companions of your choosing, under laws to which you agree, died in the eighteenth century with Captain Mission. Only a miracle or a disaster could restore it.

Cities of the Red Night -  William S. Burroughs
Mona Bazaar (May 22, 1904 - March 7, 1992) was the author of several self-published books: Exotic Recipes for a World Without War (1963); Free Huey: Or the Sky’s the Limit (1968); The Trial of Huey Newton; Selected Articles and Statements (1968); Black Fury: Police Brutality, White Racism (1968); The End of Silence (editor) (1970); and Cookbook in Solidarity with the Symbionese Liberation Army (date unknown)