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-

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

The reacTable —developed within the Music Technology Group at the Universitat Pompeu Fabra in Barcelona, Spain by Sergi Jordà, Martin Kaltenbrunner, Günter Geiger and Marcos Alonso, 2006— can be understood as the easiest way of making electronic music, also as the DIGITAL Instrument par excellence, left behind are the turn-tables and the synthesizers because this instrument is in fact a mix of its predecessors that goes forward-beyond them. Using only the hearing-sense is possible to make wonderful things but to involve the other senses in the actual performance of music with the freedom of the digital copy/paste faculty develops an age-coherent way of playing music. From now on, playing music will not only be about the dexterity on playing the instrument, neither the knowledge about musical composition-matters, with the reacTable the doors for a new way of sound-experience are open, furthermore the relation with the instrument is not only on how it sounds, but how this sounds look like while being produced; interchanging built-up music-pieces with the use of the tangibles —little boxes, freely placed over the reacTable, which let the user work with sequences, modulate Audio frequency VCOs, LFOs, VCFs.— Music can be played as always, but with the appropriate aid that technology can bring this days. 

The design of the instrument is so open that is possible to ad-new tangibles on need. Björk used the reacTable on her world tour VOLTA, and for sure there were sampler  tangibles added. The richness of the work of such an oudio-designer brings-up wide lights of the limitless possibilities of this digital-instrument.

Link to the project: Gorduga

As I was sitting there Singing a song they had never heard before Suddenly, a voice told me

“…Keep on singing, little boy And raise your arms in the big black sky… Raise your arms the highest you can So the whole universe will glow”

My first vision was a bush growing down the river
And I couldn’t stop crying
Something was missing
I realized I was in love with a voice
I called it, again, and again
But all I heard was the echo in the light

We’re damaged people Drawn together By subtleties that we are not aware of. Disturbed souls Playing out forever These games that we once thought we would be scared of.  There is no defence I forget to sense I’m dying. We’re damaged people Praying for something That doesn’t come from somewhere deep inside us. Depraved souls Trusting in the one thing The one thing that this life has not denied us. When I feel the warmth of your very soul I forget I’m cold And crying When your lips touch mine And I lose control I forget I’m old And dying.

“Aimer, ce n’est pas se regarder l’un l’autre, c’est regarder ensemble dans la même direction.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

…

So move with me
With me removed

You and us together
Together in this room
You will not remember
This passing moment soon

I am nervous you are calm
I see lines upom your palm
I am close we are near
Though the ending is not here
We are seperate we are one
The division has begun
You are my future i am your past
Even music will not last

So move with me
With me removed

You and us together
Together in this room
You will not remember
This passing moment soon