Jan 2007
"I am in charge" poem on a KINo demo song in a cinepoem!
31/01/07 03:03
This is the demo version
of Come and See the Pretty Chaos, attached to a poem
"I am in Charge" shortly after the song was written.
It was an afternoon spent with Paula and Dominique,
the footage dates back about 3 summers ago,
perhaps... A cinepoem which I sentenced to host the
seed of the Map of the Universe. Clearly you can see
the infamous cup of coffee from 2 or 3 things I know
about her...
#37
29/01/07 23:08 Filed in: poetry
An image for an image,
an eye for an ear
an ear for a mouth
a mouth for a lie
a lie for a life.
an eye for an ear
an ear for a mouth
a mouth for a lie
a lie for a life.
#35
28/01/07 19:29 Filed in: poetry
One glance
until all is thought to be fathomed,
all in a fragment until we meet again.. when... by our mutual surprise
we discover that fraction again in the remnants of a speed
which we are,
a debris of a comet.
until all is thought to be fathomed,
all in a fragment until we meet again.. when... by our mutual surprise
we discover that fraction again in the remnants of a speed
which we are,
a debris of a comet.
Disambiguation of the Map of the Universe by Kino
27/01/07 04:48
My Map of the Universe refers to the charted and illustrated image of the area in our minds which corresponds to the 10th dimension they are talking about.
Forces realised in this album under the skin of music, imagery and emotional volition just belongs to the greatest human potential; imagination.
I dedicate this album to men who raised me to obtain this state of mind: A.V. - A.B. - J.L.G. - R. W.
"There are three ways of knowing a thing. Take for instance a flame. One can be told of the flame, one can see the flame with his own eyes, and finally one can reach out and be burned by it." A Sufi Poet.
#33
26/01/07 03:59 Filed in: poetry
Does a
question respond to an answer the same way a mirror
does to a face?
No? Yes?
Hemispheres of buoyant temples on those chests I wish to adore,
are the tests in an inadequate pleasure for pure evil?
Yes? No?
No? Yes?
Hemispheres of buoyant temples on those chests I wish to adore,
are the tests in an inadequate pleasure for pure evil?
Yes? No?
#32
25/01/07 04:32 Filed in: poetry
I have wasted
my youth and all it's spark for a relief made for the
self by the hand.
I have come forth to lacerate the same hand that bridges the gap between you and me.
to my heroic disappearance act in the face of the world,
in the face I am spotted with disgust,
upon seeing the slow decay of the self for the serfdom of the self in the seldom fatal presence.
I have come forth to lacerate the same hand that bridges the gap between you and me.
to my heroic disappearance act in the face of the world,
in the face I am spotted with disgust,
upon seeing the slow decay of the self for the serfdom of the self in the seldom fatal presence.
#31
24/01/07 04:25 Filed in: poetry
The waltz of
death
tell me
what you see
in the faint hanging body
might there be a faint spirit
as the shroud of a divine idea, maybe?
tell me
what you see
in the faint hanging body
might there be a faint spirit
as the shroud of a divine idea, maybe?
cinema
22/01/07 19:29
Cinema is a
tool for exploring the human soul, like poetry, like
painting, like music.
Is cinema dead? Is music dead? Is literature dead? Art has been dead for decades!
My answer is that humanity is dying in the wash of these changing forms which govern expressionistic mediums.
NOw, more then ever, we must contemplate how to destroy the popular culture and the idolatry of idiocy channelled in it.
Is cinema dead? Is music dead? Is literature dead? Art has been dead for decades!
My answer is that humanity is dying in the wash of these changing forms which govern expressionistic mediums.
NOw, more then ever, we must contemplate how to destroy the popular culture and the idolatry of idiocy channelled in it.
Heroes of surrealism
20/01/07 21:03
Jean Vigo... poet of surrealism... a catapult of youthful anarchy and fire... L'Atalante.
#30
20/01/07 04:00 Filed in: poetry
I was brought
to justice by a severed hand,
but night with it's symbolism
and beautiful embroidery of fleshed perfumes is as divided as this hand writing while erasing.
but night with it's symbolism
and beautiful embroidery of fleshed perfumes is as divided as this hand writing while erasing.
#29
19/01/07 07:47 Filed in: poetry
Ingenious
revival of my child
hooded with marvels
walk this expired infant again through thick and thin
on the infinite juvenile grandeur,
into the luminous grinder of dreams which make us into men.
hooded with marvels
walk this expired infant again through thick and thin
on the infinite juvenile grandeur,
into the luminous grinder of dreams which make us into men.
12/01/07 23:49
Between me and
poetry, there is a battle where the very essence of
every men reigns brutally...thrown into the throne is
my fetish, object form of my very limit which is
bonded to me from the primary moment of existence.
Since, I recognise this, I am tortured... but I must
recognise this, because I am revealed by the
crystallisation of this torment.
#26
11/01/07 23:06 Filed in: poetry
testimonies of
a super- ego:
enlarge as you wish, my pretty!
you are not alone in this world.
sulphur smile,
mellotron tease
I am yours
all the way
culprit desire
camels throttle under shy gates which yield no stranger
a way rounded up about heaven
enlarge as you wish, my pretty!
you are not alone in this world.
sulphur smile,
mellotron tease
I am yours
all the way
culprit desire
camels throttle under shy gates which yield no stranger
a way rounded up about heaven
bureau of surrealism under the reign of 9 >> what do i do?
11/01/07 22:52
image + sound
+ language
3 forms of expression available to human beings.
The creative, analytical, destructive forces of 9... as follows:
KINo [operates in sound]
Kinetic Twin: image and sound [operates in film]
Man Eating Seas [operates in language]
KINo + Man Eating Seas + Kinetic Twin = Surrealism
3 forms of expression available to human beings.
The creative, analytical, destructive forces of 9... as follows:
KINo [operates in sound]
Kinetic Twin: image and sound [operates in film]
Man Eating Seas [operates in language]
KINo + Man Eating Seas + Kinetic Twin = Surrealism
initials b.b. & jlg+9
10/01/07 06:54
- who is the most innocuous smog of genius?
- image!
- who is he?
- jean luc godard.
- that's right!
- old father brecht told us that actors should speak as though quoting the truth.
- but who is he?
- sound!
- I stalk balanced in between them.
- who are you?
- cinema in nude, eternal.
neuf de jour
09/01/07 22:17
09.01.07
I came to this world to strew a few good bombs
to brighten your vision,
I am the kinetic twin: sound and image, the drowning of language in this man eating seas.
yes, as a child I knew everything, owned everything, was everything,
staring at the ceiling
and the carpet,
objects in their eternal lives whispered me the secrets of the map of the universe.
Known to be a mirror that slaps,
I am the agent of forces who will collide again with me, through me, and after me,
with all the open hearts forever
the worlds inside one love.
I came to this world to strew a few good bombs
to brighten your vision,
I am the kinetic twin: sound and image, the drowning of language in this man eating seas.
yes, as a child I knew everything, owned everything, was everything,
staring at the ceiling
and the carpet,
objects in their eternal lives whispered me the secrets of the map of the universe.
Known to be a mirror that slaps,
I am the agent of forces who will collide again with me, through me, and after me,
with all the open hearts forever
the worlds inside one love.
a short story
08/01/07 02:51
Vit tale
The day was spent with Acabre Sade and myself lying in the guts and blood spilt living room. What a horrendous expectation one would grow by simply walking across this worthless pit of a home. I grew up there along with my 3 sisters who had all been lovers to Mister Umbrick at certain seasons. He used to live across the street from our residency, the very place where now a dead person met death in person.
Acabre Sade "Pass me that bottle".
I would not dare to touch that filthy shit, it's poison. But I am going to say
"Of course."
As a result of my cowardice, I had to hold the bottle in which the bile from the diced stomach of our victim was already changing its colour from lively organic discharge to rotten lifeless venom.
Acabre Sade "It's delicious."
I had to agree despite the scene suggesting the opposite. The red lipstick she was wearing was trailing the liquid as she appetisingly downed 1/3 of the bottle at one gulp."
That fuck for that fucking song, I thought to myself, wearing the smile of that fake consent. She absolutely in sheer enjoyment of out the heavy liquidified content of the victim's last supper.
[ song by Kino - Map of the Universe ]
"... watchman in the square thinking to himself, only fools are the sane, "imagine this" they advised him this, silhouette's in discipline..."
Acabre Sade "I love that song, it makes me want to fuck forever." She put the bottle down to blow a kiss full of filth.
The day was spent with Acabre Sade and myself lying in the guts and blood spilt living room. What a horrendous expectation one would grow by simply walking across this worthless pit of a home. I grew up there along with my 3 sisters who had all been lovers to Mister Umbrick at certain seasons. He used to live across the street from our residency, the very place where now a dead person met death in person.
Acabre Sade "Pass me that bottle".
I would not dare to touch that filthy shit, it's poison. But I am going to say
"Of course."
As a result of my cowardice, I had to hold the bottle in which the bile from the diced stomach of our victim was already changing its colour from lively organic discharge to rotten lifeless venom.
Acabre Sade "It's delicious."
I had to agree despite the scene suggesting the opposite. The red lipstick she was wearing was trailing the liquid as she appetisingly downed 1/3 of the bottle at one gulp."
That fuck for that fucking song, I thought to myself, wearing the smile of that fake consent. She absolutely in sheer enjoyment of out the heavy liquidified content of the victim's last supper.
[ song by Kino - Map of the Universe ]
"... watchman in the square thinking to himself, only fools are the sane, "imagine this" they advised him this, silhouette's in discipline..."
Acabre Sade "I love that song, it makes me want to fuck forever." She put the bottle down to blow a kiss full of filth.
from imported visions...
07/01/07 06:48
- pourquio,
de-ja nuit? why, already the night?
- which has come first, day or night?
- a vision, neither for darkness nor for hope.
- i can't sleep at nights
- where do you go?
- i have been writing songs, to bring her back.
- I get picked up by a peppermint car to arch over the horizon where death dies at each hour?
- which has come first, day or night?
- a vision, neither for darkness nor for hope.
- i can't sleep at nights
- where do you go?
- i have been writing songs, to bring her back.
- I get picked up by a peppermint car to arch over the horizon where death dies at each hour?
#24
05/01/07 03:11 Filed in: poetry
Have I been
devoured by an insatiable moon?
I surely mustn't know.
This very day,
I am welcome to an eclipse
once predicted when I was a child.
Of all the ends to a love story
the best one is to start another one.
I surely mustn't know.
This very day,
I am welcome to an eclipse
once predicted when I was a child.
Of all the ends to a love story
the best one is to start another one.
#23
05/01/07 03:02 Filed in: poetry
I am possessed
my entire being is sledded down
the abyss of existence
my entire being is sledded down
the abyss of existence
#22
03/01/07 18:39 Filed in: poetry
Boiling in the
mutual stream,
in the obedient wail of the hour
ridiculous
solid eyes tell me
who am i
i am worn over a million shrouds.
in the obedient wail of the hour
ridiculous
solid eyes tell me
who am i
i am worn over a million shrouds.
9
01/01/07 21:09
I am in charge of the sin consecrated by the abyss between man and his belief.
I am in charge of the great distortion in the echo which will never leave you alone.
I am in charge of the gadgets created by you, which failed to help you.
I am in charge of the economy of monsters and severing lips and genitals.
I am in charge of the secret society whose suicides are ever so joyous
I am in charge of the masters who have become masters just to illustrate the bond between your thighs and mind.
I am in charge of mechanic assault.
I am in charge of the seas that eat the men.
I am in charge of sadness and european history.
I am in charge of the void in your voice whenever you opinionate.
I am in charge of the spectacle that never never ends except only when there is a natural disaster such as mass awareness.
I am in charge of the revolution that has never happened, yet.
I am in charge of the spittle flying across the room when you enter.
I am in charge of the marble slap landing on your face as well as my stare.
I am in charge of impatience clawing on your back to set you forth, because you need to move.
I am in charge of the stagnance you are muddling with which is the biggest swamp in the world.
I am in charge of the determination of little kids in their dreams.
I am in charge of everything except what life contorts naturally.
I am in charge of the bourgeoisie stabbing itself after seeing our example.
I am in charge of hostility towards the limited being.
I am in charge of the soil which united states of america and its human doings stand on.
I am in charge of the wall in Anatolia which stood there 100.000 years and was a part of the first human settlement.
I am in charge of the manipulation of desire.
I am in charge of myself as a voluntary fool, but i really am a genius.
I am in charge of the mountain i am laying here in words, like most of my ancestors were in charge of their own peaks.
Now, I am in charge of the nature kept and served by my heroes.
I am in charge of philosophy and its expressive creation in the forms of cinema, music and general attitude towards the life.
I am in charge of mediocrity, killing you very very slowly, almost like cancer.
I am in charge of prolonging the triumph of my heroes.
I am in charge of the house where these heroes live forever.
I am in charge of the forest where the house has been erected.
I am in charge of humanity obsessed with wrinkling the world.
I am in charge of the worlds which are visibly lost to my memory.
I am in charge of retribution for the fall of sovereign empire.
I am in charge of very very bad things in your mind.
I am in charge of understanding the general patterns and concepts in which our thought structure dwells and often gets crammed by the unnecessary stimulation around.
i am in charge of your steps into the light.
i am in charge of all creation in opposition to your only possession; ungrounded criticism.
I am in charge of the wind that suprisingly knocks down a flower pot which is a spy.
I am in charge of every man who has had a disbelief is what's being offered to them.
I am in charge of minor and major silence.
I am in charge of songs which are written for a cause.
I am in charge of the last song each great musician wrote.
I am in charge of their demands and their orchestration for the eternal band.
I am in charge of the dark side of the moon.
I am in charge of the returning poetry from gods smacked mouth.
I am in charge of the religion of inseperation.
I am in charge of the spirit of revolt.
I am in charge of the funny incidents that occur daily and humour is the black sea.
revolting, idle occupation,
diagression in the minds
of our current members of the human race.
if i can't articulate the complexity of this mental image,
it's because there are magnetic fields between "being" and "representation".
i endure,
i am volatile
on purpose
in the purgatory
mangled between my two ears.
I cease to impose myself on everything i see.
bad habit.
I am in charge of excess and moderation that measures your boredom
I am in charge of your boredom and then the awareness creeping in at the most inconsiderate moment.
I am in charge of the panic convoy on spines crushed by inertia,
the weight of the world,
I am in charge of shapes propelled within.
I am in charge of the industrial revolution you don't know yet, it's happening somewhere completely unsuspected.
I am in charge of the turnstile civilisation got halted,
I am in charge of them and their patrons.
I am in charge of rebels who are rebels at home and abroad.
I am in charge of the mechanism that signs and resigns the contract with the ministry of challange.
I am in charge of the nebula of lovers, insurgent emotions, selfish for nothing less than castrating each other.
I am in charge of virtuosity that uses the lethal pistol of imagination.
I am in charge of public announcements for the dooms day, the happiest day of our lives; finally all will be equally discharged from the thick skin and the grades, granted by the insanity only poets escape.
I am in charge of the defense and determination of the modern spirit.
I am in charge of the imported visions from the past.
I am in charge of the modern malady.
I am in charge of the opera for mutes.
I am in charge of pack of wolves
i am in charge of the assasination in pera palas.
i am in charge of the severed tongue of lady zeal.
i am in charge of pola negris.
i am in charge of the peppermint car.
i am in charge of the sad eyed serpent.
i am in charge of the testimonies.
i am in charge of the man eating seas.
i am in charge of the hypnotic
i am in charge of the movement
i am in charge of the syneasthesia
i am in charge of the anachronism
i am in charge of the reams and reams of dreams
i am in charge of the love ballad in blood
i am in charge of the slain in mirth.
i am in charge of the unmaking of a film.
i am in charge of the falling pits.
i am in charge of what is nuder than yourself
i am in charge of all peaving songs
i am in charge of what exactly is a joke!
i am in charge of raving and drooling
i am in charge of the sinister minister.
i am in charge of the circus that leaves gravity.
i am in charge of the instruments of wit
i am in charge of the vainglorious bastards
i am in charge of the rising fits
i am in charge of the replica.
i am in charge of the stuff that won't do
i am in charge of everything and all is bloody one.
I am in charge of people who are buried in the moon.
i am in charge of the plotless story.
I am in charge of what's demure in arms.
I am in charge of i am in charge of the tales from grotesque and arabesque
i am in charge of the manifesto of children
i am in charge of the number nine and its function.
I am information
through and through
the voice that curses as it speaks.
I am consideration for the a cry in the universe,
yes, it has been heard before,
a growing fray,
which is the cry of the mind back on itself.
Do or die?
And I am asking you
What shall we have in common?
Hkaan Truan 9
