At the dawn of cinema these two tendencies were already evident in the split between the brothers Lumiere and George Melies, for whereas the former concerned themselves with realist spectacles such as the arrival of a train at a station or people sitting around playing cards, Melies invented the special effect as a tool by [...]
[From The San Diego Union-Tribune -- With Obama election comes the return of the vampire]
New (and last) novel by Robert Bolaño - VERY mind-blowing.
Recencja w Technopolis/Polityka
It’s harder than you thought, walking from the battle at the end of time and down a street that reeks of entropy and fire and spilled lives. Your eyes aren’t dry. Neither is the alien sky. (more)
Zone
Apocalyptic cults and youth gangs, colleges and phalansteries, espionage networks trading in vaporous facts and networks of home shoppers for illicit goods; monastic, penological, mutant-biomorphic, and anarcho-terrorist cells; renegade churches, garage bands, dwarf communities, norisk survivalist enclaves, unfunded quasiscientific research units, paranoid think tanks, unregistered political parties, subemployed workers’ councils, endo-exile colonies, glossolaliac fan clubs, [...]
May I ask you all for silence
The dreamer is still asleep
May the goddess keep us from single vision
And you too sleep
The dreamer is still asleep
The dreamer is still asleep
He’s inventing landscapes and the magnetic fields
Working out the means of escape
We’ll cut across the crop circles
He says no, not much time left
For these escape attempts
Look at [...]
A poem by John Balance from the obscure book about the Virgin Prunes from the mid-late 1980s titled VIRGIN PRUNES Faculties of a Broken Heart by Rolf Vasellari.
“Disabled Landscape”
From the spires of an old grey tree
Swings a burial at sea
Her white limbs spilling
Out chains of flowers,golden
Heavy with bees
These [...]
(The key to joy is disobedience
There is no guilt and there is no shame)
A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup
A snow-piece to avoid the great heat of the sun
Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon
An ice-piece so as they seem forever fallen
A night-piece of the dismal supper and strange [...]
On the sea coast of Tibet
Egyptian Aztecs are arriving from Norway
They’ve been varnishing the woodwork for forty-three centuries
Here, Nature is naked, her acrobats bathed in blood
There’s a beast of prey on the threshold of pleasure
And the giantess, sea priestess, beckons the passers-by
“Do not lose sight of the sea. Do not lose sight to the sea.”
Her [...]