Showing posts with label blood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blood. Show all posts

13.11.19

absinthe makes the fart grow stronger


if this is time give me blood
if this is blood give me water
if this is water give me air
if this is air give me fire
if this is fire give me plasma
if this is plasma give me god
if this is god give me i
if this is i give me love
if this is love give me art
if this is art give me dreams
if these are dreams give me death
if this is death give me absinthe
if this is absinthe give me more

12.12.16

tosf - kali que lipzo

the online sadoo family – #5

It’s Your Mommy - kali que lipzo
http://itsyourmommy.blogspot.ca/2016/07/its-your-mommy.html


I carried a dead child wrapped in ribbons along the river between my mother's place of birth and my father's place of birth. That child was me.

I took refuge in the woods, streams, fields with animals to escape the nuisance of humans. I went through green places, blue places, white places, indeterminate places where only nature in its indifference is present. I watered those places with my cum, my blood and my shit.

I am a negentropivore. I have gone to the end of poetry as to the end of myself, where the only light is the light of bowels. Repay the island of the dead. This ruderal mise en abîme in the field of the immeasurable defeat of art in front of reality.

I absorb the world, I'm reshaped by the duende of words.
           
sadoo next - art obio

11.10.16

foraging

i don’t know
after the disenchantment you look at lichens
you look at stones,
you try to renew contact with the most elemental things
if you choose to live, you look at what clings
what clings is the lichen, the moss
the things that are there, invisible
you start by clinging to these little things
and you try to rediscover a form of wonderment

rediscovering forms in matter that are elementary
finding the intelligence of matter
matter has its own intelligence
using paint is also letting yourself go with the intelligence of matter
and it’s by looking at things outside
by looking at how they grow, how they function
that you can find, or try to find in painting
processes that are close to that
something that clings on
working on the skin of painting
like lichen is a skin on things
working on skin
skin being what links us to the world
and at the same time separates us and protects us
working on this surface
so sometimes it cracks
there are crevices, wounds, flaws
working on this skin, on painting like a skin
i don’t know … i don’t know

sperm, blood and shit
that’s all we’re made of
so, i don’t know, i saw in a psychiatric hospital
someone jerk his arse off till it bled
he was all covered in blood
saying you’re going to kill me, you’re killing me
and he painted
that’s the relation there can be between shit and painting
at some point in life
that’s all you can feel
… you become …
… you become only organic
shitting, pissing …
… ejaculating, …
… drooling, …
… bleeding
there’s a moment when that’s all there is, everything is reduced to that
maybe that’s when, yes, when your skin doesn’t feel right
precisely because there is no skin
you can’t feel the contact with the world
you can’t feel what separates you from it either
there’s just …
… what’s organic
there’s neither separation with the outside
nor contact
you’re completely imprisoned in excremental concerns
to find your skin again is finding that
and working on the skin of painting is about that
finding a relation to the world
something that at the same time separates
… connects
and i think
that being thick-skinned, being raw
to be skinned
all these expressions can be taken literally
when you arrive in a certain state
you really are skinned