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

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

dao de punk

dao is way

de is virtue

punk is rotten wood dust used as tinder

dao of poo

dao of physics

dao of punk

punk is darkness

punk is the incense of dust & shit & ashes

punk is the valley of dirty virtue

de subverts subverts itself subverts subversion

de turns back

de does not de