Salo, the 120 days of sodom

A Prophecy of Enlightenment (William blake) The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell. For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at the tree of life; and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed and appear infinite and holy, whereas it now appears finite & corrupt. This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment. But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is to be expunged; this I shall do by printing in the infernal method, by corrosives, which in Hell are salutary and medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid. If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man is it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.

Why? (bob flanagan) Because it feels good; because it gives me an erection; because it makes me come; because I’m sick; because there was so much sickness; because I say FUCK THE SICKNESS; because I like the attention; because I was alone a lot; because I was different; because kids beat me up on the way to school; because I was humiliated by nuns; because of Christ and the Crucifixion; because of Porky Pig in bondage, force-fed by some sinister creep in a black cape; because of stories of children hung by their wrists, burned on the stove, scalded in tubs; because of Mutiny on the Bounty; because of cowboys and Indians; because of Houdini; because of my cousin Cliff; because of the forts we built and the things we did inside them; because of what’s inside me; because of my genes; because of my parents; because of doctors and nurses; because they tied me to the crib so I wouldn’t hurt myself; because I had time to think; because I had time to hold my penis; because I had awful stomachaches and holding my penis made it feel better; because I felt like I was going to die; because it makes me feel invincible; because it makes me feel triumphant; because I’m a Catholic; because I still love Lent, and I still love my penis, and in spite of it all I have no guilt; because my parents said BE WHAT YOU WANT TO BE, and this is what I want to be; because I’m nothing but a big baby and I want to stay that way, and I want a mommy forever, even a mean one, especially a mean one; because of all the fairy tale witches, and the wicked stepmother, and the stepsisters, and how sexy Cinderella was, smudged with soot, doomed to a life of servitude; because of Hansel, locked in the witch’s cage until he was fat enough to eat; because of “O” and how desperately I wanted to be her; because of my dreams; because of the games we played; because I’ve got an active imagination; because my mother bought me Tinker Toys; because hardware stores give me hard-ons; because of hammers, nails, clothespins, wood, padlocks, pullies, eyebolts, thumbtacks, staple-guns, sewing needles, wooden spoons, fishing tackle, chains, metal rulers, rubber tubing, spatulas, rope, twine, C-clamps, S-hooks, razor blades, scissors, tweezers, knives, pushpins, two-by-fours, Ping-Pong paddles, alligator clips, duct tape, broomsticks, barbecue skewers, bungie cords, sawhorses, soldering irons; because of tool sheds; because of garages; because of basements; because of dungeons; because of The Pit and the Pendulum; because of the Tower of London; because of the Inquisition; because of the rack; because of the cross; because of the Addams Family playroom; because of Morticia Addams and her black dress with its octopus legs; because of motherhood; because of Amazons; because of the Goddess; because of the moon; because it’s in my nature; because it’s against nature; because it’s nasty; because it’s fun; because it flies in the face of all that’s normal (whatever that is); because I’m not normal; because I used to think that I was part of some vast experiment and that there was this implant in my penis that made me do these things and that allowed THEM (whoever THEY were) to monitor my activities; because I had to take my clothes off and lie inside this plastic bag so the doctors could collect my sweat; because once upon a time I had such a high fever that my parents had to strip me naked and wrap me in wet sheets to stop the convulsions; because my parents loved me even more when I was suffering; because surrender is sweet; because I was born into a world of suffering; because I’m attracted to it; because I’m addicted to it; because endorphins in the brain are like a natural kind of heroin; because I learned to take my medicine; because I was a big boy for taking it; because I can take it like a man; because, as somebody once said, HE’S GOT MORE BALLS THAN I DO; because it is an act of courage; because it does take guts; because I’m proud of it; because I can’t climb mountains; because I’m terrible at sports; because NO PAIN, NO GAIN; because SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL THE CHILD; because YOU ALWAYS HURT THE ONE YOU LOVE.

28 de Julio, 2006. La ventana Indiscreta. Juramentación al cargo de Presidente electo del Perú. Alan Garcia, Segundo Gobierno.

…Es que aun no puedo corregirme la extrema verborrea en cosas como esta y la ausencia casi total de palabras en eventos sociales o en los que normalmente “debería” comunicarme. Y bueno, finalmente si llego a hacerlo pasa también otro fenómeno a corregir: el interminable preámbulo aclaratorio antes de ir al grano y mostrar la verdadera razón detrás de haber empezado con todo el show. (Situación en la que he caído nuevamente ahora mismo, pero no sin fundamento: la reacción en cadena de datos y las multiples conexiones son solo un desarrollo especular ante el modelo de chli y Weiss.)…  Profonte,All ways will always be old ways.

The Bravery - “Honest Mistake” from Vicki Hanson on Vimeo.

“Which way I ought to go?” -asked Alice-
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” -said the Cat-
“I don’t much care where, as long as i can…” -said Alice-
“Then, it doesn’t matter which way you go” -interrupted the Cat-

“…Can you stand on your head?” -asked the Cat-
“…GRrrrr!!!” -replied Alice-
“However, if I were looking for a White Rabbit I’d ask the MadHatter” -said the Cat-
“…But I don’t want to go among MAD people” -said Alice-
“…Ohh you can’t help that, almost everyone is MAD here” -laugh the Cat-

Mayo 29 y 30, en la Aragueña ciudad de La Victoria REC Comunidad presenta la primera muestra de expresión emergente, “rec expo 09”.

Rec Expo reune a mas de 15 artistas venezolanos e internacionales (Puerto Rico, Perú, España) que usan diferentes medios de expresion para la transformacion de la realidad. De la fotografia a la fabricacion digital, la muestra reúne piezas digitales, fisicas e interactivas en La Galería Minerva, una casa colonial habilitada como espacio expostivo, localizada en uno de los cascos históricos coloniales mejor conservados de Venezuela.

La muestra sera acompañada por “Sonorama”, que sera el perfecto acompañante a traves de sets en vivo y mixes de musica de vanguardia producida en nuestro país y en latinoamérica.

Queremos compartir otras formas de ver y retratar la realidad, mas aun en estos tiempos que exigen nuevas respuestas y reacciones, nuevos tratados y acuerdos. La suma de todos nosotros es lo que hace que esto sea algo, la emergencia produce inteligencia distribuida, capaz de intervenir en la realidad como un solo organismo, capaz de crear sinergias evolutivas.

Es solo el inicio.

I took the wrong road, That led to the wrong tendencies.
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme.
On the wrong day of the wrong week, I used the wrong method with the wrong technique.

I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means.
It was the wrong plan, In the wrong hands. The wrong theory for the wrong man.
The wrong eyes on the wrong prize. The wrong questions with the wrong replies.

There’s something wrong with me chemically. The wrong mix in the wrong genes.
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book. With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook.

I was marching to the wrong drum, with the wrong scum.
Used the wrong sings, with the wrong intensity.
Made the wrong move, every wrong night.

With the wrong tune played till it sounded right!!!TTT

“Creemos, y después de este viaje más firmemente que antes, que la división de América en nacionalidades inciertas e ilusorias es completamente ficticia. Constituimos una sola raza mestiza, que desde México hasta el estrecho de Magallanes presenta notables similitudes etnográficas. Por eso, tratando de quitarme toda carga de provincialismo exiguo, brindo por Perú y por América Unida”

Ernesto Guevara

No soy para ti más que un zorro semaejante a cien mil zorros. Pero si me domesticas tendremos necesidad el uno del otro, seras para mi único en el mundo seré para ti único en el mundo …-Empiezo a comprender- dijo el principito- Hay una flor … creo que me ha domesticado…