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'i am ready to do anything that means anything for you gay guys': DC's select international male escorts for the month of November 2013

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AGoodBoyWithABadHabit, 20
Budapest

Everybody is good! I come from birdcall dragon. I'm not playing basketball since I was traumatized when I was young. I used to drink lambanog when I was 5yrs old. I am interesting about intelligent men. The wind that blows the dove is the wind that blows my love. If you want help me, write!

Dicksize S, Cut
Position Bottom only
Kissing No
Fucking Bottom only
Oral Versatile
Dirty No
Fisting No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Fetish Sportsgear, Skater, Underwear, Boots, Uniform, Formal dress, Sneakers & Socks, Jeans
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 100 Euros
Rate night 300 Euros



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EXBOYFRIEND, 22
Vechta, Germany

Hi! i'm your ex boyfriend

http://www.xvideos.com/video5965073/he_wants_it_bad
http://www.xvideos.com/video934545/young_twink_terrorized_by_old_grandpa

Dicksize XL, Uncut
Position Bottom only
Kissing Consent
Fucking Bottom only
Oral Bottom
Dirty No entry
Fisting No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Fetish Underwear, Formal dress, Worker
Client age Users between 45 and 60
Rate hour 80 Euros
Rate night ask



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Nothingonyou, 23
Suva Central, Fiji

I may be the only 23year old white boy bold enough to decide to be a Gay Escort around in Fiji but even if there were/are any, I definitely would be the best for your pleasure, enjoyment and experience in Fiji no doubt!

Great at giving bjs with no teeth to hurt you, just the warmth of my saliva and mouth and my tongue and lips to work on you.I have never been bottom as I feel that I will only be bottom for the man of my dreams if he happened to be a top guy!

I'm not going to come over and give you a handjob for 20 dollars. That's not me.

Dicksize M, Uncut
Position Top only
Kissing Yes
Fucking Top only
Oral Versatile
Dirty No entry
Fisting Active / passive
S&M No entry
Fetish Leather, Sportsgear, Rubber, Underwear, Skins & Punks, Boots, Uniform, Formal dress, Sneakers & Socks, Jeans, Worker
Client age Users younger than 45
Rate hour 80 Dollars
Rate night 300 Dollars



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Sisi, 24
Prague

Dear customer or tourist,

I appease not only your sexual desires, NO, I like to entertain you at a delicious dinner, stylishly dressed in your fancy restaurant. I have a bachelor's degree in business administration. Furthermore i have knowledge of wine, food, politics, business or culture and I got the authority of good manners.

In order to that, i will be pleased to accompany around the world, even in front of your friends. With this profession, I have realized my dream into reality. As an escort, I accompany many men to the most beautiful places in the world. A sensual journey ..... Spend good money to buy good things.

Kevin

Dicksize No entry, Cut
Position No entry
Kissing No entry
Fucking No entry
Oral No entry
Dirty No entry
Fisting No entry
S&M No entry
Fetish Leather, Sportsgear, Skater, Rubber, Underwear, Skins & Punks, Boots, Lycra, Formal dress, Techno & Raver, Jeans
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 100 Euros
Rate night 500 Euros



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boy_on_go, 21
Brussels

I am "UNKNOWN"
I am here..
u know y...

I don't know many things but i know what i want from this life i am serious
I am a big crook whit bigt dick and extream thight ass for funy
want to try my clean and extream thight ass...?

then confide in me...
but don't ask me questions
I am "UNKNOWN"

Dicksize XL, Cut
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
Fucking Versatile
Oral Versatile
Dirty WS only
Fisting Active
S&M Soft SM only
Fetish Leather, Sportsgear, Lycra, Formal dress, Jeans, Drag, Worker
Client age Users between 18 and 54
Rate hour 100 Euros
Rate night ask



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Fuckingababe, 19
Monte Carlo

I like cars and yacht and man between 20 to 30 year & should be handsome & muscular. I would describe my self as a confident, romantic, understanding, sensual, caring, skinny, young Twink with an average shape but incredible knowledge of my body that loves oral sex. Get down on your knees in front of me, look straight in my eyes, hold on to my hard cock, forget the time, leave everything and suck.

Dicksize L, Uncut
Position No entry
Kissing Yes
Fucking No
Oral No entry
Dirty No entry
Fisting Passive
S&M No entry
Client age Users between 20 and 30
Rate hour 130 Euros
Rate night 10000 Euros



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youngandsmart, 18
Louisville

You Can Trust me , i really good at BED, i suck your Cock Very nicely till the moment you say "WOW" thats for sure , also you can Fuck ME Hardly i got a nice lovely tight Hole with great body structure , being fucked when fucking somebody is rather rare as longer as i am my self a bottom in a first place , but don't rim me CUZ it freaks me right the fuck out.

Dicksize M, Uncut
Position Bottom only
Kissing Yes
Fucking Bottom only
Oral Bottom
Dirty WS only
Fisting No
S&M Soft SM only
Fetish Leather, Sportsgear, Rubber, Underwear, Boots, Uniform, Formal dress, Sneakers & Socks, Jeans, Worker
Client age Users younger than 44
Rate hour ask
Rate night ask



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hobby-escort, 23
Lyon

always doing ma thing, always ready to do what i like, keep it cool and real low.have fun and get the deal done

Dicksize L, Uncut
Position Versatile
Kissing Consent
Fucking Versatile
Oral Versatile
Dirty Yes
Fisting No
S&M Soft SM only
Fetish Sportsgear, Skater, Underwear, Skins & Punks, Techno & Raver, Sneakers & Socks, Jeans
Client age Users between 18 and 20
Rate hour ask
Rate night ask



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AnaLLLFuCkeRxxl, 24
Madrid

hi for everybody i am a nice Brazilian young boy. meet and do not mind it I promise. i like sex because i'm smart student, and because i like sex verry much i want to have this escort experience. i am not the tipical boy that put a clock on the table. i am only a young boy in the mood for crazy sex. my cock is ready to fuck all time. what do you think? try to talk about it. because you obviously don't care if you dont.

Fucking no
Oral active / passive
Watersports active / passive
CBT active / passive
Fisting active
SM active
Bondage active
Dirty active
Kissing no
Massage active
Safer Sex always
Rate / Hour 150
Rate / Night 600
Rate / 24h 0



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cumtomeandfinalhappy, 20
Munich

hi,i m here for those senior cityzen who have lots of money but no partnar ,.....................iwill be their always.

i like to sex v much....like kissing,tounge kissng..deep lickin n al....like to suck wid toungue n saliva.....if u wan fuck me...first u hav to seduce by licking my body..toungue kissing n al....licking my breast...after gettng me hot...i m totaly urs.i will do as u say...i m bottm with seal n smooth ass...like to get fucked in ddeppp n very deep...cum on nw..drill my ass hole...fuck me as hard u can...in life its not jus moneey,most is that u feel gooodddd about what u spent monneyyy.

Dicksize M, Uncut
Position More bottom
Kissing Yes
Fucking No entry
Oral Versatile
Dirty Yes
Fisting Active / passive
S&M Soft SM only
Fetish Leather, Rubber, Underwear, Formal dress, Sneakers & Socks, Jeans
Client age Users older than 40
Rate hour ask
Rate night ask



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useuse, 20
Orlando

Hi. im available. Escort. Callboy. i have many problems with me mentally but thats a different story. i am ready to do anything that means anything for you gay guys. Hire me.

Dicksize L, Uncut
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
Fucking Versatile
Oral Versatile
Dirty WS only
Fisting No
S&M Soft SM only
Client age Users between 18 and 50
Rate hour ask
Rate night ask



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Superboy_likesyou, 23
Lahore, Pakistan

You take a dick and you get it wet and then you put it someplace tight—lol. Dicks most of the time look and taste the same, it's the performance and how I will treat you where I excel.

I love to hang out with Old fat males. I love to hang out with Old fat males. I like big bellied fat male.

Dicksize L, Cut
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
Fucking No
Oral No
Dirty No
Fisting Active
S&M No
Fetish Skater, Skins & Punks, Formal dress, Sneakers & Socks
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 50 Dollars
Rate night 300 Dollars



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fuckme, 19
Fráncfort del Meno

I am Escort and you are John.
therefore never long at the same place!
But listen to what you tell my soul

I touch your heart,
now where I am going, I feel your pain!
I'd Like you to often look into my beautiful brown eyes,
built like a common future with you!!!
Often lay awake at night, no customer, touching myself
and thinking of you!
Your 50.000.000 million kisses are so hungered,
your cock approach my airport bulging and hard!
You make my naked body as hot as a volcano,
you draw out my lava like a magnet!
You eat the mess I make like my janitor!!!
I would to like too keep you forever in my arms,
and with my little prince manage the time!
Nothing remains as it was,
because you know I have to go unfortunately!
Now in Barcelona.

Dicksize No entry, Cut
Position More bottom
Kissing Consent
Fucking Bottom only
Oral Bottom
Dirty No entry
Fisting Active / passive
S&M No entry
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 50 Euros
Rate night ask



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SnuffEscort666, 24
Poznan

***READ*** URGENT HIRING (SERIOUS)

Use me up. Serious.

Nothing special on me. Hire for 50000 for all the way sex.

But if you love me, so do I.

May the odds be ever in your favor.

Dicksize L, Cut
Position Bottom
Kissing Consent
Fucking Bottom
Oral Top
Dirty Passive
Fisting Passive
S&M Yes
Fetish -
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour ask
Rate night 50000



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plavcik1, 23
Prague

hey

I am 23. I'm from Las Vegas and would like to fuck regardless of payment or without

I love it when one of my body, face, ass injection

Short (in height) yet doesn't mean I can't go wild. Not that big but doesn't mean I can't be as terrible as you imagine

I am here for only very very rich and high class hot chicks but remember I am too costly so only rich can buzz me nobody else

Don't even think of cheat me because you will be in trouble if you do so

Report to

Dicksize M, Cut
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
Fucking More bottom
Oral No entry
Dirty No entry
Fisting No entry
S&M No entry
Fetish Sportsgear, Underwear
Client age Users between 18 and 34
Rate hour ask
Rate night ask



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extratattoo, 21
Dusseldorf

hi im a refugee into heavy sm tt cbt d f ff bc bondage rape i can go to you can have sex to you bat have money for me ok

Fucking passive
Oral active / passive
Watersports passive
CBT yes
Fisting yes
SM yes
Bondage yes
Dirty yes
Kissing yes
Massage passive
Safer Sex never
Rate / Hour 100
Rate / Night 450
Rate / 24h 750



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MecJardinier, 24
Plainpalais, Switzerland

I love plants and I am ready to work on your balcony, terrace and also your garden. I am slim-built all around with a bubble butt that is driving me crazy and wants to get filled with the cum. It's rare to find an escort whose mind is even more intriguing than his enigmatic body. I specialize in sex with animals. I like the things that I want. This is a little taste of the man that I am.

Dicksize L, Uncut
Position Versatile
Kissing Consent
Fucking Versatile
Oral No entry
Dirty No
Fisting No
S&M Soft SM only
Fetish Leather, Sportsgear, Skater, Underwear, Skins & Punks, Boots, Uniform, Formal dress, Techno & Raver, Sneakers & Socks, Jeans, Worker
Client age Users between 18 and 60
Rate hour 100 Dollars
Rate night 500 Dollars



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SuckMyFreak, 22
Glasgow

SUCKING my HUGE DICK would INCREASE YOUR LIFE EXPECTANCY of 10 YEARS.

It's weird how people who are the least close to me or who've never even met me purport to be experts on the real me; and then, sadly, there are those who could be in touch with me but prefer to gossip with strangers about me instead.

CALL NOW TO BOOK.

Dicksize M, Uncut
Position No entry
Kissing Consent
Fucking No entry
Oral Versatile
Dirty No
Fisting No
S&M No
Fetish Sportsgear, Skater, Underwear, Uniform, Formal dress, Sneakers & Socks, Jeans, Worker
Client age Users between 30 and 99
Rate hour ask
Rate night 700 Pounds




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p.s. Hey. So, judging the contest was really hard, no surprise, and it came down to the arbitrariness of my mood at judging time, no surprise again, I guess, but we have a winner. The winner is ... torn porter. Since his entry was a video, I'm imbedding it at the bottom of the p.s. so everyone can attempt to share in its winning qualities. So, torn porter, please send me your mailing address, and the 'Dennis' CD package will go in the post to you as soon as I receive said information. Thanks for being game for the game, everybody. Finally, heads up that the Writers Workshop begins tomorrow, so ready yourselves for that your own, inimitable fashions. Thank you. ** David Ehrenstein, That's, like, classic Freud or something, isn't it? New Wes Anderson! ** Gary gray, Hi. Yeah, my first new Death Grips listen was super exciting. It's going on repeat today. No favorite track yet due to my single dawning listen. I was still blinking. My mood is creeping upwards. It's starting feel like someone or something put a curse on me while I was in Poitiers rather than being something I caused and deserve. That's better, unless I did cause it, in which case I'm settling into denial or something, which is not good. ** Steevee, I look forward to reading the review. Everyone, here's Steevee's review/crit of 'Dallas Buyers Club', and do go get his always valuable take, yes? That's the only good U2 album? I remember listening to 'Boy' a lot when it first came out, but then again I listened to some now-dreadful stuff a lot back in the heat of the freshness. ** Bill Porter, Hey. I really like magical thinking. Where would fiction writing be without it? It's good to know when thinking is just magical, through. That can be tricky. I have a terrible fear of heights/falling, which is why I gave that image stack's theme a college try. And the stacking and juxtaposing did make the fear turn into a component of aesthetic judgement or whatever, which was interesting. Nice thoughts on the phenom and your part in it. ** Tosh Berman, Nice to find out that the falling fear isn't my private hell. Sorry, man. Rome! When? Rome is so nice, one of the fave European cities, I mean for me. Nice. ** Zach, Great, thank you a lot for that, Zach. I'll luxuriate and learn stuff via it at the first opportunity. ** MANCY, Thanks so very much for saying and meaning that, man. ** Scunnard, Oh, I think I will indeed be interested in the Phd stuff. That alley is one from which I usually feel notable gravity. Then add your brain to the mix and ... whoa. I'm good other than emotionally but even my emotions are getting with the program again. Thanks for catching me up, man. ** Bollo, Did the dent go away? Asses aren't like cars where you have to re-sculpt the dent out of the thing, I imagine. I'll go look for the pix on FB. I'm sporadic there and miss a ton. Cool. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Looking forward to the bumper-ness. Everyone, here's _B_A: 'There's a bumper haul of quality photos taken by the YNY team at last Saturday's AGK bash here on my blog.' ** Tender prey, Hi, Marc! Yeah, the drawings had a weird quality, no? King Krule is a very odd, interesting talent. Also, if you know what he looks like, that voice seems interestingly misplaced in his face or something. Thanks a lot again about the fairytale experimenting. Wow, so happy that my query got you to update your blog. The new work looks spectacular. And the installation shots are pristine in the most exciting way. And the collab work with Paul looks just amazing and like the most enticing puzzle. A related post would be manna from heaven, if you guys ever get that together. Thank you for even considering that. Everyone, d.l. tender prey is also the artist Marc Hulson, and his visual work is supremely beautiful, as some of you already know. He has updated his blog such that it now provides a look at some of his recent works as well as visual evidence of a recent collaboration he undertook with fellow d.l. and amazing writer Paul Curran. Your clicking of this link is very highly recommended as a result. Take care, Marc! ** Misanthrope, I think her wad was fully exposed quite a while back, if you ask me. I was being ... whatever, facetious, about the millions of fans thing, as you probably know, you occasionally facetious guy. That link/entry of yours was really nice. I'm going to scour it in near-time. I've never seen a second of 'Glee', and I don't think I ever will. 'X Factor' will never see my eyes, if I have anything to say about that. ** Robert-nyc, Hi, Robert. Mm, no plans to hit NYC re: 'The Weaklings (XL)' or hit anywhere, as far as I know. Maybe someone will want me to do something somewhere, you never can tell. I'm glad the Bluestockings reading went well. No surprise there. Yeah, nice store. I wish I was there right now. Or after one more cup of coffee and a shower. ** les mots dans le nom, Hi. I liked the tension between the word 'drop' and the human figures. It is a really good word. The vowel/consonant combo is a sharp, effective one. Thank you a lot for thinking about my work briefly. Speedy is okay. I get speedy here all the time, which I hope is okay. Good day to you. ** Right. It's our monthly escorts day here. Imbibe. And there's the winning contest entry just below these words to check out as well. A fucking treasure trove or something. See you tomorrow.


Torn porter's winning contest entry

DC's Writers Workshop #14: Bill Porter's Visit

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Welcome back to DC's Writers Workshop. This is the fourteenth in a series of days on the blog where writers who are part of the blog's community present work-in-progress in search of the opinions, responses, advice, and critiques of both readers who don't normally post comments here and local inhabitants of this place. I ask everyone to please read these works with the same attention you give the normal brand of posts here and respond in some way in the comments section below. Obviously, the closer your attention and the more you're able and willing to say to the writer the better. But any kind of related comment is welcome, even a simple sentence or two indicating you read the piece of writing and felt something or other about it would be helpful. The only guideline I'm going to give out regarding comments is that any response, whether lengthy or brief, praise filled or critical or anywhere inbetween, should be presented in a spirit of helping the writer in question. I'll be responding to the work too in the Comments section towards the end of the weekend. So, I guess all of that is probably clear. Giving support to the artists of different kinds who read and post on the blog has always been a very important aspect of this project, and this workshop series represents an opportunity to make that aspect more formal and explicit. This weekend's workshop features a short fiction work by the writer and d.l. Bill Porter. He asks for any thoughts, support, or criticism you can give him. I thank him greatly for entrusting his work to us, and I thank you all in advance for your kind participation. -- D.C.


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Visit
by Bill Porter

    The house was for sale, the truck was for sale, I think the car was for sale. I ask forgiveness for not keeping track as well as I should have of which parts of my life I was meant to discard. It can take time to scrub yourself off of things. I ask forgiveness of the airfarers for the airfare, for the frenzy of expenditure that whirled all the anxious beneficence up to my door. I ask forgiveness of the business travelers for having been business. You guys didn’t need to do that. I see now how easily I might have unwound your organizer. I could have done it with a note:

    Dear Bert,

    Thinking of you. I affirm my continuing consent to play the part of your father in the usual Mary Poppins-ish way.

    Love,
    Dad

The only charge against me while that chance was coming and going was that I sounded like a zombie on the phone. Later I was accurately accused of worse.

    To go back:
    I met my son at the airport. When we pressed ourselves into the meaty hush of our hugging, I felt the swelling insistences of other people’s money behind him. On the drive home, suspecting a rescue mission, I sounded his handyman urges with the radio. Traffic and taxes, war and bodeful weather: he bubbled with solutions for them all.
    His siblings’ money? My brother’s? My father’s? My children’s mothers’?
    When the answer was revealed, when they all showed up to pitch their pennies into my well, I found myself interested less in the word from my sponsors than in the sudden unfolding of a funny picture: I saw a sign, WORRIED ABOUT DAD, and under the sign, a special shortcut through airport security, an expedited course through the seeing machinery just for those who could produce for the authorities, along with their drivers’ licenses, the churchy murmuration, the sanctified gabble of fretfulness that had engulfed me.
    More strictly:
    My son Bert came, he stayed two nights, and on the night before he left he led a gathering of my friends and relatives, which he had secretly organized in advance, in a kind of communal admonishment against my self-neglect. An intervention may be the word, although to me it felt as though the thing came not between my trouble and me but on top of it, riding me down.

    Without going too much further I should say that I, the broken voice, am the hero of this story and I take my own side. My sympathies remain with the weakness in me that I agreed to extinguish. My son has always been my son. I have seen him claim life, motion, and speech. He has a grip on my lens. Yet in the forlornness of deepest thought I deny him. I lose him among hateful shadows. He is one of too many such sons. They are full of techniques for grief and healing. They shine with faith in clean getaways. A hundred of these flying invaders must be aloft in America right now, or driving rented cars, working cases worse than mine. So my allegiance is to the Dads—the worried-about, the very worries themselves, failing without fuss in their hundred peaceful houses.
    I was subsiding into shabbiness amidst the rattling husks of my old cell phone chargers when my son and his rehabilitative bunch arrived. They bought me a gym membership and a storage unit. But they cannot choose how my example will instruct them.
    I was ready to be cheered up by Bert. I was ready to let him buy a couple of meals. I’m saying we could have done the rest later. It was his first visit as a citizen, an equal substance. There was time yet for him to grow into the role of my teacher and corner-man. I suggest that he overdid it a little.

    I recently suffered a period of acute backstorylessness. My memory failed. I was seen to halt among cubicles with a notepad. I was heard to speak in half-thoughts. At home, I was known to visit cruelties upon dogs. A nice way of putting it would be to say that I became very careful about what I chose to acknowledge as real. Justice allows that I was overprescribed. What matters is what my employers thought, which was, not enough. One Wednesday my truck and I washed up in my driveway with some cardboard boxes and nothing else to do forever. I called Bert from there and told him about the security escort.
    Since then, my wife had been supporting us—ourselves, and my housemates and fellow eaters, her sons—with a job I discovered I knew nothing about. Frances. I asked her once as she was leaving for work: You know when I think about it I guess I don’t even know what ceramic is? I expected no answer and received none, because she was in her car when I said it, and I was whispering it, or less. I don’t suppose, I whispered, it’s the same ceramic they make mugs out of.
She was an accountant for a company that manufactured ceramic insulators for computer processors. I sat at home and tried very hard not to spend her money.

    In this difficult time I received many phone calls from all of you. Thank you. First, sweet purposeless condolence. Then there was an argument that I appeared to lose, over and over, about the unending welcome that the world holds out to honest people. There were other jobs, as you all knew, and at churches and community colleges and in the frightening Spartan buildings tucked among trees in the municipal parks there were health-giving and affordable stimulations. I bought a few hours’ worth, such as a fitness walking class I enrolled in to win an argument with my wife about whether I still owned a pair of white socks.
    Bert is my first son, my first child from my first marriage. That marriage and my second marriage gave, including him, six children. Bert was a real phone-caller. His siblings were not. (The relative silence of the rest of this half-jury of descendants would not, however, deter the intervenors' presumption to represent them. All I wish to say for now about these other kids is that the versions of them invoked against me like hungry ghosts, wasted with cares and dull-eyed from praying, were trinkets of rhetoric, a backfire. Think of your children! Believe me, I did. The actual ones were better, and they cared about me less.)
    The children of Frances are two boys, Brian and Max, fifteen and twelve. My new employment was to watch them more closely than I had before. They were passing through a period of vagueness, like baking bread hidden by its own steam in the oven window. I picked them up at baseball practice and they fell asleep on the way home. I wondered whether they were befriending the principle of their formation. I learned not to trust or accuse them. Stepsons: I had sprung Playboy on them once in friendship and it got back to the wrong people. Their father was a firefighter.
    At my fitness walking class, I got lapped by two tanned twists of gristle, men as old as my father. I asked them as they passed if they wanted to get some frozen yogurt with me. One gave me a companionable scolding look and meaninglessly touched his nose. It was a resistible kindness. If I can talk then you can, I said. I stopped with my hands on my hips. I coughed for the time it took the old men to sail another half of a lap. Then I took my keys from my pocket, unlocked my truck from a hundred yards, and cut straight to it across the infield.
    If I had had more questions about myself, or more specific dissatisfactions, the world that presented itself to my new condition might have felt more abundant to me. I knew of people who were learning things they wanted to learn.

    At dinner on the first night of his visit I grew fond of the notion that Bert had come to ask my advice. Perhaps he was soon to enter upon marriage or battle an illness, and believed that I could help him prepare. Maybe he only missed me. I have visited people for that reason.
    I did my best to keep my grip on these few charitable doubts, but from the moment our important salad was served, the jutting edges of the redemptive design jostled me, like the corners of a coffee table as large as life. We were eating steamed kale with almonds and a squash thing. I was shown how to chew it while smiling.
    I said: Arrhythmia, as in rhythm but wrong. Hyperglycemia, as in like sugar or something but hyper. See, if you can do a two-piece jigsaw puzzle in Latin then you know just what to do.
    I scooped salad until the bowl was empty.
    Bert asked if the police had been back.
    Brian, I said. Max. It’s weird that you’re eating this.

    Later, Frances was loading the dishwasher, and I was watching the news and speaking to it. Bert perpetrated current-events quizzes during commercial breaks, saying higher, higher while Brian and Max and I guessed at the number of people our government had killed here and there. Bert had studied the latest estimates. A commercial for one of the drugs I was taking came on. It showed a man walking in a park. Bert then suggested a walk in the park, and under the circumstances it was tricky to refuse. On the screen, the man squatted on his haunches and scratched a golden retriever behind the ears. I pointed at him and said I could do anything he could do. Ask your doctor about Voxadryn, said the television. I already did, I yelled. My brain crackled with meanness and error.
    We took the truck to the park and walked there for twenty minutes. I sweated like some demon of lust. The terrible sucking of my breath carved my vision away from the edges until my eyes were locked in a tube. After scarcely a mile I hugged a tree, more or less, though not for the tree’s sake, and said we had to go home.
    You OK? Bert asked.
    —me just piss on this tree, I said.

    One day not long before Bert’s visit, I arrived home from the pharmacy to find a cop-car parked in our driveway.
    I held an empty cardboard cup in my right hand and a plastic spade. To slurp the last drops of melted yogurt I had ventured nose-first into the cup and pressed its sticky rim to my forehead, leaving an arch of scabbed sugar with a foot in each eyebrow. My tongue, exhausted by rapture, was a puffed husk, turning sour. I had no thoughts about the cop-car at first, I only liked it and wished that it were mine. I had to sit there a moment, very still, towletting the crust of dried yogurt from my forehead, composing my mood. I remembered the what-seems-to-be-the-trouble tone of the abashed opportunist: rueful, grudging, but honorable about getting caught. What I was caught for I didn’t know.
    The officer was reading a newspaper spread over the hood of the prowler. He was pale and thin, mole-specked, splotch-flushed, purple at the eyes: a smoker, with a wet orange stain in the floor of his moustache. He had a slack, low-slung little paunch that clung to him as modest as a dewdrop. He promised to have a frightful mouth. I readied for a look into it as I walked up the drive with my yogurt cup. It was pink, an angering color. I did not feel well.
    Mister, pause, question mark.
    That’s me, I said. I gave the policeman my name. His teeth were better than I’d expected, but I was right about his voice: a clucking stink at the fringe of every breath and vowel.
    Now so as it’s out of the way right now, I want to tell you you’re not under arrest or anything like-at OK, he said.
    Well yes, I said. I mean of course not.
    Thing is you got too many dogs for a property your size. Now I checked into it and it’s true. I’ve never issued a fine for a deal like this and I hope I don’t have to.
    I felt worse and worse. I tried to burp and it didn’t help. I was attending, with growing fear, to my interior situation. I retired to a vision of my inwards as a tenebrous, somehow shuddering cathedral. Between my head and the invisible height of the ceiling, the surrounding darkness hung heavy and close. I peered in, or perhaps out, or down. I heard my egresses whispering. There was something churning the texture of the gloom. The smoke that the darkness wore at its edge was stirring.
City ordinance, said the policeman—LEE, by his badge. No more than X number of dogs per X number of square feet. From an enforcement standpoint I can’t say it’s normal, but you see you got a neighbor who likes I guess calling us on the phone a little bit.
    The thing was swiftly rolling toward me across the nave, a foreshortened somersaulting boulder of affliction soon to proclaim itself in parts of my body known for their inflexible demands.
    You have four dogs at this property sir?
    My wife had dogs, I had dogs. There were dogs in the house called her dogs and my dog. We respected distinctions of possession in order to divide responsibility for their offenses. Whereas her two principal dogs were sometimes guilty of excesses of affection, and another of looser affiliation chewed things and leapt upon the bed, my dog was a wormy stump rotting in the shed.
    Benjamin the dog: he was a comfort to me because he inhabited the one chunk of inarguable space in the universe where my defenses against reality generally outlasted those of others. When my wife asked about my day, my best efforts at reply tended to tell about Benjamin’s day instead: the color and thickness of his fluids, the tally of his emissions, the psychology of his wheezing, the faint manifestations of his will, the butterflies of his acquaintance, his melting teeth, the ghosts of his enthusiasms, his sad conference with the tennis ball of his youth, the plagues of his skin, his exasperating contraindicative contempt for ticks—above all, the persistence of his mysterious refusals (to complain or cry or give voice, often to eat or drink, to walk or stand, to seek joys like a living dog), and his abiding example of unbitterness, his accidental monumentality. I was alone in the house since my job and I had lost one another, and Benjamin offered the one variety of fellowship we knew we could go on affording.
    Sir. You have four dogs at this property is that correct. Well next week one of them’s got to be gone, don’t ask me how I couldn’t tell you, but that’s how it is. I do wish truly that I could tell you there’s a fine or a penalty or something like-at but what they tell me is that in this kind of deal what happens typically is they, meaning we the city, we I’m afraid will take the animal away from you and we will destroy the animal.
    Up the street, a garage door hummed open and my neighbor appeared with a green hose. He attached it to a spigot and commenced to water his driveway. He hosed down his concrete driveway. He washed the speechless stone. He did it with care. He waved to us as he did it. Officer Lee and I waved back.
    That’s the gentleman that called in I believe, said Lee.
    He pointed up the street to the brown house. A bib of scorched lawn, six cars and a boat, birds in the gutter, wincing boyfriends who came calling in basketball shorts, bringing the wrong kinds of dogs, and toys in the grass like they had thrown them there, and not as far as they’d meant to. I suppose the man with the hose who lived there was my enemy.
    It’s such a beautiful part of the country, I said. Why does it seem like we’re running out of things to do?
    In the last interval before the disaster, Lee thought on this. Evidently the particular manner of my inconsequence had left an impression on him, or else he was one of those ever-musing good sports who to please you will make profoundest riddles out of half your thoughts. I enjoyed the sight of him puzzling out whatever, with his top lip indrawn, his bottom teeth riffling his sooty whiskers, and his gaze looping through the mystery like a boomerang, flying home to the image of his next cigarette. I had long enough to engender a hope that Lee might produce a memorable and fine answer to my question. Then I fell to the malady that had caused me to ask it.
    I could tell I was sick when I caught myself casting about for a perception to congratulate myself on. (There it was: I couldn’t see, which is a hard thing to notice.) I staggered toward Lee, raising my hands to keep my balance.
    He hopped back smartly and lowered his hand to his belt. He had weapons there. He warned me not to come closer.
    I said: No, I’m sorry. I need to. See. Mind if I just.
    There: the clutch of sharp fire. The thousand-pricked blurt of perspiration over all my skin. The electrification of my scalp, and the sense originating there that my heavy soul, the actual weight of what was I, was rising, lifting and rising. I turned with a yelp and ran like a dog for the front door. Officer Lee shouted, but I was not running from him. Within two strides there was pee, I was peeing. Or, I wasn’t yet, but I was straining without avail against a peeing, a dear trusted sufficiency had resigned. Presently I peed as voluntarily as a man can. I flung out my gear with a roar of shame and then I let it all go out of me.
    I wept and laughed. I sang a low sigh in my best natural note. I burned in the drowning beam of mercy. There was a little too much relief then to think of continuing to reside in my person, so for a moment, off I went about the landscape, riding a curl of ribbon out of my head. Perspectives wheeled by, and in several I recognized the figure of the fat man pissing in the dirt, the sick suburban interloper fouling his own den. To the hawk up on the telephone pole he was a heaving blot of wrong colors too big to kill. For the large-holed face in the neighbor’s window, to whom he presented the three most informative quarters of his profile, he was a man abandoned to trash. What was he to the breathless policeman with his pepper spray? I feared that I would not get back soon enough to where I was needed. The policeman and he were both screaming. Any further evolution of events along the present course might block a non-policeman’s exits. It’s bad to scream with a cop.
    My wife came out of the house, and she was screaming too.
    Please don’t please don’t. (There I was.)
    Oh my God, etc. (My wife.)
    I am not dangerous, we are not dangerous, I blubbered, as Officer Lee pointed his pepper-spray canister at me and then at her. I showed him my harmless hands. Unaimed, my three volumes bucked and swung. I pissed on my shoes with every appearance of deliberation.
    I’m just having a kind of ordinary accident, I said.
    You’d better tell me what’s going on fast, you running away on me like-at.
    Can I ask is it against the law to pee on your own bush. I mean I guess there’s indecent exposure or I don’t know.
    Public urination, said Officer Lee.
    My wife said: Is that a question?
    Honey, please, I said. You’re being a little too courageous.
    Folks, help me out, said Officer Lee. Just one of you say something helpful.
    (New treachery in my body now. A trembling in my legs that had begun with the first fears of uncontrol had developed into a loony jerking in both knees, like a deracinated swimming stroke. I was a creature plying the wrong medium. My hands shook. The pissing was as prodigal as ever, and I received strange and wistful intimations of some parallel version of this act, in which my flailing limbs and errant fluids witnessed to my joy of life.)
    With pepper spray it’s the same with any tool, Officer Lee continued. Once you have it in your grasp it has a way of making its own demands. I just could use a little help from you that’s all.
    He has diabetes, said my wife.
    (Of course I did.) Of course I do.
    I fell to my knees in the grass, pitched over in my own puddle, and fainted away.

    After that I started to sound like a zombie on the telephone. I slowed the delivery of my favorite joke:

    SETUP [misc.]: Very sorry to hear you lost your job. Heard you lost your job, that’s real tough. Did you lose your job? I heard about it, scary. (Ad lib.)
    ME: Thanks, but I have a pretty good idea of where it is.

    I declare that I will no longer allow you to get away with that joke, Bert said.
    I think that joke shows optimism. The point isn’t whether I endorse it. The point is that it’s alive, it’s in contention.
    It’s disconcerting to hear that joke in a voice barely above a whisper.
    Maybe barely alive. That’s fair. But still: the silver-lining detector, the apparatus—
    I can’t even hear you right now.
    I’m still choosing a survival technique here. Believe me, bright-heartedness is something you have to sneak up on.
    I’m coming to see you. Next weekend.
    Frances says she’ll help. We’ll tape up Hallmark cards all over the walls. Every time you turn a corner in the house, boom, an infusion—
    Dad, I’m worried about you.

    Later, in my living room, it would be a popular opinion that this was all happening too soon. But no one would say how much too soon.
    The truth is I’ve had all the vitality I can stand. I can’t separate a concept of health from that of prowess, of bare lethal potential. I am not robust, fast, or beautiful, but I have lived for years and years amidst creatures I can kill. I have bathed my children, I have lain down beside sleeping women. The infant Bert had a neck as paper-crisp and yielding as a toad. In defense of illness I would say that its imperatives are essentially pacifying.

    The morning after my walk at the park, I awoke sopping with pains and lay in bed awhile, brewing the black coffee of indignation in my heart. A bubble in the gorge, a scent of stirred blood in the depth of the nose. Today I would tell Bert to get out of my house and go sleep in the street, if he wished to teach me something. We could continue my lessons in autonomy from there.
    What kind of son was he, when he was a son and not a houseguest? I wish I were worse at remembering him. Retrospection in its fastidious cruelty reveals unwelcome meanings in everything. When I led him into the house, he appointed a stage. When I led him into his room, he unpacked a costume. In the last act I would sit in the armchair and he on the same sofa that he had stopped to squint and mumble at upon his entrance. He would wear the green oxford of special power, the first shirt he had taken from his suitcase, the one which he had hung, alone, from the back of the guest room door.
    I rose, washed, and took my pills before the mirror. My face took on different shapes of anger until I found the one I was looking for. Why pick on me? I wasn’t a theorist, I had no immodest beliefs, the fraying of my life was not a defense of an idea. I could state my view of personal well-being in full by remarking that I flushed with a feeling of positive action and judicious force as I took my pills each morning. I liked to count them. There was one for each thing in me. It gladdened me to account for myself. Most mornings I could look through the mirror far enough to borrow an impersonal kind of blessing for whatever I saw there. I figured that if I ever needed more than that I’d ask for it.
    Bert got up and came to the kitchen like some camp counselor, sheepishly haggard and full of positive programming. He suggested a drive to the botanical gardens. I gave him dogkeeping duties. We brought the dogs in and fed them. We let them out and spoke to them to make them run around.
The fact was that neither of us was ready to live the way we were living. In myself I felt an openness, a readiness to join in laughter with him over it all—it was a good enough joke that I was fat and peed on things, and if we worked together we could forget here and there that it had been played on us. But he was still shocked and sealed and hoping to harden.

    We went to dinner that night—Frances, Bert, and I—and Bert’s intervenors arrived at the house while we were out. They were set up in the living room when we came in, the finest chair waiting for me.
    Four on the sofa, too many for it to hold: my wife, my son, and her sons. Four on kitchen chairs set against the wall: her parents, her brother, my friend. One seated backward on the piano bench: her friend, the decoy, the cookie-arranger, the one I would be allowed to attack. Three dogs in a fuddlement of arousal. An empty chair for my brother, whose plane was late. Every face a flake of courage. Even in recollection I find the prickle of a choked protest upon me like some inexpressible sneeze.
    Let’s talk! First, greetings to all and sodden commendations. And then who are you, and why are you here? We went down the line. Once three people had spoken there weren’t any answers left—

    I’m here because Bert asked me to be here.
    I’m here because I feel a duty to be here.
    I’m here because I care about this family.
    I’m here for the same reason as Larry.

—but then, that doesn’t embarrass anyone but me.
    Here because he felt a duty to be here was Maxwell, my wife’s father. He spoke in such a way as to suggest that this duty of his might be a home to anyone who didn’t want to get caught wishing for the worst. He had heard that the problem was that I was alive and at large as myself, and so to him the solution was obvious but awkward to hope for.
    We are all family, he said. I believe that means being there when things go sideways.
    I found him artful. He loved me less than anyone I knew.
    His grandsons, my wife’s sons, my stepsons, sat with Maxwell, deepening their distance from me.     My health was to be the instrument of his patrimony.
    I asked him: How close is this supposed to be making us feel? (Maxwell: changeless. I was making this too easy for him.) Because I feel sort of half-in-half-out. I got an internet church’s preaching certificate and did a wedding ceremony for my two friends of mine, and that was similar. It was a mistake. We sort of stopped speaking after that.


    Part of my trouble here is that I’m not sure that the thing I had a run-in with was a real social form. Was it possible to have an intervention against the mere state of being fat and sad? From the soaking boredom that had fallen on us, as though we were suffering together through a bad dinner prayer, it was clear that there were others discomfited by the squishing of this question. It wasn’t my privilege to hold up the production, and I felt I owed it to my intervenors to behave as though they knew what they were doing. Nevertheless a conversation in which it was somehow irrelevant for me to mention that six other people in the room were as fat as I was, was ipso facto one that had gone down the wrong track. Moreover the sum of encouragements, wishes, warnings, grocery lists, threats, recipes, parables, condolences, and exercise tips might not have amounted to a coherent and practicable program of action. Even now I suspect that I was not properly asked to do anything, other than to behold an invisible sculpture of myself.
    There’s a lot of—let me put it like this, there’s a lot of medicating of symptoms going on, and not enough of the kind positive change that can really get to the root, Bert said. Let’s talk about that. Who wants to go first.
    I watched him presiding. I wanted to go first. Questions: Where did the money come from? Could this be done twice? I’m an obedient man, but what if this doesn’t work?

    Around eleven o’clock, a stopping point that must have been negotiated in advance, I was offered a chance to plead exhaustion and I took it. (You must be tired: not even a question, exactly.) My stepsons, who enjoyed food-work and seemed to belong to the silence of it, helped my wife parcel out the carnage of the uneaten snacks. Old yogurt containers with mismatched lids came out of their unruly and neglected cupboard and received scarred heels of cheese, gored olives, brownie tatters and nut rubble. I went outside and got a cigar out of the truck, along with the noisy stapled paper bag containing my pills, and a candy bar I’d been hiding. I went to the backyard to smoke.
Puffing and smacking, I stood aside, as I loved to do, while my whole mind crowded into the fierce blossom of corruption in my mouth. I have said all my life that I smoke cigars when I want to think, and never once, while smoking, thought one thing.
    Through the kitchen windows and the patio doors I watched the dumb show of the house, with me out of it, mellowing its mood. There was a rinse of demure and solemn happiness that brought the people back to themselves and their relations by gentle ways. A smoothing humor flowed among them and I was touched to see it. Maxwell draped a dishtowel over Max’s head. Brian impassively aimed a fake punch at Maxwell’s jaw. Veronica, my mother-in-law, performed the first large laugh, and after a doubt as to its propriety startled her—eyes popping, hand flying to her lips—others joined her in it and redoubled it. Frances, standing at the sink, bobbed in this laugh. She had been given solitude within some business with the dirty dishes, so that she might live a little longer with the feeling that we were fixing this. The characteristic gesture of fellowship among just, sound humans busy corroborating each other’s rights to pleasure and health is a light touch of two fingers inside the elbow. In the living room, phones showing pictures of new boats, beaches, and the triumphant young athletes of the family were handed around.
    I could hear them better now, as they resettled their free and natural movements, than I had when they had spoken, when what was more necessary to detect than any word was the extent of its distortion by the ghost, the curse, the sickness, the threat, the ill presences in me that had evoked it.
I’ll buy the truck, Maxwell said. I’ll take Benjamin too, he can live out his days up at the farm with us.
    We’ve gone in together on a storage unit so you can clean out the house and the garage and sell the house, Veronica said. Here is the key to the storage unit right here.
I’ve got a good friend who’s a personal trainer, said Marla, the decoy, eating a cookie.

    Bert leaned out through the patio door to report the sleeping arrangements. Maxwell and Veronica were headed home and would see about Benjamin and the truck later in the week. My brother Phil sent a text message from Atlanta: delays upon delays, he’d sold his seat for the points.
    My flight’s at seven. So I figure airport by six, leave by four thirty. Up by four.
    Dinner tonight was nice, I said. We all deserve credit for it. A head start on the healing. You’ll have noticed I ordered fish.
    You should sleep. Four’s early.
    Though now I know what that candlelight-melancholy look was all about. You were regretting that you couldn’t just hop from the men’s room window into a plane. I believe you ended on the wrong note.
    Good night, Pop.
    He went in.
    When I finished my cigar, I unwrapped my candy bar and went to the shed. Benjamin rose from his blankets toddled up to me at the workbench. I broke the candy bar into two pieces. I rubbed the oily fur behind his ears. I took the pill bottle from the bag and ten pills from the bottle. He lay down again. I plugged the pills into the soft center of one half of the candy bar. He yawned.
    I sat down beside him.




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p.s. Hey. So, I've pretty much said this in the introduction at the top of the post, but please devote some time and thought to Bill Porter's story this weekend, and give him your feedback, whether it's in the form of a short acknowledgement, if that's your style, or, of course, ideally, something more in depth and detail-oriented, if you can and don't mind. Basically, please show your support for Bill's writing and for his kindness and courage in entrusting it to us. I'll add my thoughts at the end of the weekend. Thank you all very much in advance! ** Torn porter, Cool, I'm stoked too. Oh, right, my email. It's dcooperweb@gmail.com. Just send me your mailing address, and it'll get the prize in the mail asap meaning, I guess, on Monday. Yeah, I guess I was partly wondering how you or one deals with having to work in the firing line or cresting-wave-like space between the band and the crowd. In theory, the restriction there seems exciting, but I would definitely be shy or something like you, but, unlike you, my photos would likely suck. Concert reviews are a real toughie, or they always have been for me. Even describing a concert situation in a fiction context is extremely hard to pull off, and I don't think I've ever managed to do that. Writing reviews of movies, art, things, theater, is so much easier. I guess maybe because the crowd is so important to the music show, and so inseparable from the show's aesthetic and effect/success, and the reviewer is both part of the crowd and removed from it to a more violent or distinct degree than with other events or something. I don't know, blah blah. Congrats to you again, man, and have a swell weekend. ** David Ehrenstein, You see why, yes? Your entry was pretty cool too, sir, and completely unexpected. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Shit, I forgot to wish you happy b'day on the day itself. The plans you made for it sound quite sweet. I'm guessing it was, right? Thanks about the goody bag. You're too kind. ** Etc etc etc, Hi. Wow, interesting: the connection to the Thieves Like Us videos. I'd never seen them. I kind of like them. There's some kind of atmospheric stress in or around the 'cute' thing that's interesting or melancholy/fascist or something. Hm, I'll have to watch them again. Yeah, why is it that 'Beats' fiction movies inevitably suck. Suck generally in a particular way. It's so true from the ones I've seen. Don't think I'll try 'KYD'. Theoretically, it seems like you could make a decent or even pretty damned good movies from/about the Beats or their texts. Maybe it's that directors always give the movies way too much shape. Too much hourglass and not enough sand. And the movies' tempos always seem very imposed and unfaithful and wrong. Or something. Anyway, interesting. Ha ha, the 'Munich' comparison ... yes, I'll stay far away from that film, thank you. New Death Grips is crazy great, like they have the formula for exhilaration or something. Lovely weekend to you, Casey. ** Gary gray, You think about the truth in denial? Well, there's truth in everything and everything/nothing in truth, I guess, or something. Calm, interesting ... I'll go revisit them and think about that. It's interesting that the tenor of those posts can change from month to month since I'm always at least consciously just gathering the ones that seem the 'best' in the same way as always. It would be weird if they were somehow about my state of mind or something. I don't want to think about that. That would ruin it. ** Tender prey, Hi, Marc. Fuckme was a good one, yeah. I don't think I had a favorite one this month. I thought that for some reason this month they were most effective as an ensemble rather there being one or two or three stars and the rest forming their back up band or something. Your new work: sublime, man. Awesome that the M&P post is a goer! Wolf! Tell Wolf hi and give her a just-this-side of a back breaking hug from me. And my love too, if the hug wasn't a fill-in communicator. ** Bill Porter, The man of the hours! I hope it goes really well this weekend, and thank you again so much! Robust, interesting. I never fully know what their collective effect will be. Maybe I should do an Escorts Post Workshop post or something. Too square, you? What?! Perish the thought. If you're square, so am I, and, huh, I think I probably am, come to think of it. Anyway, enjoy. How was Jonathan Richman? I haven't seen him live or even listened to him in, gosh, ages and ages. Weird. ** Sypha, Glad you liked the batch, and thanks on their behalf. Sounds like a super fun day you had there with Mr. K and Lee. Why is one not allowed to take photos of HP Lovecraft's grave? That's weird. I've never heard of a such a rule in a graveyard setting. 'Bedrooms Have Windows', that's a score right there. Yeah, I think it and the 2nd edition of 'Idols' with that even more ludicrous than original cover were contemporaries. Have a fine weekend, James. ** Bill, I think if you're an escort in Fiji, you must need every advantage you can get. You're in Brooklyn? You're even more on-the-go than I am. Wow, you're doing the thing with my text this weekend? I hope my thing serves you well. That's so cool. Tell me what happened. And break not only your leg but mine too. If I wake up in the late-middle of the night on Saturday with a charley-horse, I'll know you were the hit that one would fully expect. ** Steevee, Tell me more about the amusement park ride sexual fetish thing/program, if you can. That's really fascinating to me, unsurprisingly, and ... wow. ** Misanthrope, I figured you knew I was being facetious, I just wanted to cover my bases or something, who knows? If 'Glee' made Dave Grohl seems like a paragon of virtue, it must be pretty fucking bad. France has an 'X Factor'. I've never watched it. No, wait, I did stop on it once just to see what happened to that format when French people were inside it. Nothing much happened to the format other than the accents. Excellent weekend, G! ** Right, Now, please turn your full attention to Bill Porter's story if you haven't done so already. I'll add my feedback to yours when late-ish Sunday my time rolls around. Thank you again for your time and concentration this weekend, everybody! See you in the comments arena ere long, and then from the vantage point of my proper place (here) on Monday.

Galerie Dennis Cooper presents ... Eddo Stern

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'Pay a visit to Eddo Stern's office at UCLA and you'll get a sense of why he's become the poster child for one of the art world's heated debates: should video games be considered an art form? The floor-to-ceiling shelves and the long tables that cut across his large studio are piled high with the stuff of many a working artist: paper, glue, cardboard, museum catalogs and art books. But you'll also find boxes upon boxes of computing manuals, monitors, routers, and all kinds of electronics equipment. Here is an artist with an obsession for technology who spends much of his time making games.

'Much of Stern's work is about the tensions that exist around technology as a form of simulation that lies in contrast to realism, authenticity, and objectivity. In his early work, Stern was a pioneer of what became known as machinima, short form videos created from real-time footage captured from video games. Today the company Machinima.com in West Hollywood has the second most popular channel on YouTube, but when Stern was doing machinima the term had barely even been coined. In "Sheik Attack" (1999/2000), he used footage from computer games created in the mid-to-late 90s to recreate and critique his experience serving for the military in Israel where he grew up. He used military simulation games created in the U.S. -- Command and Conquer, Soldier of Fortune -- to make what amounts to both a documentary piece and a piece of appropriation art. In "Sheik Attack" he seems to critique Israeli ideology on the one hand, while exposing the games industry on the other. "A real problem for games and the games industry is that they want to capitalize on political tension and fantasies of war while never being held accountable for a specific point of view since everything is abstracted into fantastical versions of reality," he says.

'A central theme that wraps the entirety of Stern's work is the paradox between people's desire for technological mediation and a yearning for real, direct experience as well. "People want technology to do more and more things for them," he says. "They increasingly want to spend time in mediated realities, yet they also yearn for unmediated experiences that are more real, more direct, more true, more honest." For Stern, the central claims of technology -- the very fantasy of technology -- is that it will make things more real. One of his chief obsessions is the paradox that this can be achieved through more and more mediation and more layers of artifice.

'Stern's project in an on-going stage of development is a sensory deprivation game called "Darkgame" (2009/13), which is about to go into its fourth iteration. Projected onto a wall, the game requires players to wear physical headsets that provide haptic feedback allowing them to sense where they are in the game at any given time. The whole game design is premised on subverting the idea of role playing; the notion that you leave yourself behind when you enter into the framework of a game. What's innovative here is that the attributes in the game that usually belong to your avatar are split between you as a human player and the avatar that you play. There are six resources in the game and three of them directly affect the player's physical experience of the game. The players vision, hearing, and tactile senses can be dialed up or down. If you enhance your abilities as a player, your avatar's abilities will be severely diminished and it can become fickle and unreliable. Or, vice versa, you can play the game by hardly being able to see, hear, or feel what you're doing and your avatar will become a very powerful, almost autonomous super character. A year and half ago Stern started working with the Braille Institute in L.A. to develop a version of the game in which visually impaired players can play together in a network environment with non-visually impaired players. Stern is interested in using immersive technology to probe its own possibilities and limitations.'-- KCET



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Further

Eddo Stern Website
Eddo Stern @ Cargo Collective
Eddo Stern @ Postmasters Gallery
Eddo Stern @ Facebook
Eddo Stern @ The Influencers
'Eddo Stern turns viewers into players'
'Eddo Stern makes art-games about game-life.'
'Games Without Frontiers'
Video: Vernissage TV: Eddo Stern
Eddo Stern interviewed @ Unedit my heart
Eddo Stern reviewed @ Artforum
'Machinima By Eddo Stern'






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Darkgame

'Around 2005, Eddo Stern began work on Darkgame, a virtual-reality game that uses haptic technology, which incorporates players' sense of feel. Players wear a headset with small motors embedded into pressure points, giving them tactile feedback, allowing them to sense, for instance, that someone is following them. As you play, you can either gain or lose sense of sight, hearing and touch. The first headset Stern designed included a black head-covering, because images of John Walker Lindh, the "American Taliban" who was famously transported with a hood over his head, had seared their way into his memory (though the new headset includes no such covering).

'Players who are already hard of hearing or unable to see can opt to give up hearing or sight from the start, in exchange for other heightened senses. The latest version of the game debuts in his Young Projects exhibition, and Stern has been testing this version at the Braille Institute in L.A., where few of the sight-impaired volunteers have ever played multiplayer games that involve a joystick. Games like that, which dissolve the differences between the senses, just don't exist. But this game has a life outside the screen.'-- LA Weekly













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c-level

C-level is a cooperative public and private lab formed to share physical, social and technological resources. Its members are artists,programmers, writers, designers, agit-propers, filmmakers and reverse-engineers. Part studio, part club, part stage and part screen; C-Level islocated in a basement in Chinatown Los Angeles and plays host to various media events such as screenings, performances, classes, lectures, debates, dances, readings and tournaments.

Who's in c-level: Karen Lofgren, Christina Ulke, Cyril Kuhn, Eddo Stern, Jason Brown, Jessica Hutchins, Mark Allen, Michael Wilson, Marc Herbst, Peter Brinson










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Interview
from Game Scenes




What is your relationship to videogames?

Eddo Stern: I started playing and making computer games on an Apple II+ in the early 1980s. I was a member of the Be'er Sheva computer club, cracking games and doublesiding floppies with a round hole punch till someone built a square floppy disk nibbler. Some of my more memorable game playing experiences were with Autoduel, Timezone, Castle Wolfenstein, Aztec, Ruski Duck, Utlima, Zork, Drol, and Karateka. I've been interested in and studied math, philosophy and then art. In trying to combine all three, games eventually became the solution, a new “gesamtkunstwerk”. My earliest art work was installation focused. After that I worked with pretty high end VR for a few years - but VR seemed so stale compared to gaming culture, and I really like low tech tinkerering. I am very interested in total immersion but not in a strictly visual or haptic way - and I think my approach to gaming reflects this.

Were you a member of the now legendary collective C-level? What was the artsitgic fulcrum behind this highly influential group? And how did it start?

Eddo Stern: C-Level was both a group or people and an artist run space. I started with a few friends right after graduate school. The initial idea behind C-level was to create a space and working environment outside of school that mirrored the Integrated Media Lab at CalArts which most of us had shared. C-level was supposed to be a workspace that broke from the tradition of the segregated artist studio. In the beginning C-level was just that - a space where we worked and shared equipment, an artist co-op. Eventually things shifted and C-level became a public space which produced and hosted events, and soon after become more well known as gaming lab and often miscatagorized as an "artist group" as a few of the gaming projects become well known (Tekken Torture Tournament, Cockfight Arena and Waco Resurrection), but there was plenty going on at C-level that had nothing to do with gaming.

Do you see any difference working with machinima and a more traditional style of video art?

Eddo Stern: I think it depends on the context of the video and what you are trying to say or do. Many Machinima works are self referential - in the sense that they exist in the same cultural context as the game(s) they are using. My choice of specific games for my Machinima are determined by something else I want to say. My subject matter is not much concerned with self references to game culture (you'll notice that most Machinima is comic in nature) as it is to a wider cultural context for the intersection of history, violence and simulation. So to answer your question I do think that presenting work as Machinima assumes a context of game culture (and a more mainstream / lighthearted expectation from the work). Whereas presenting the same work as videoart in a museum / gallery brings a noter set of expectations and another set of viewers, likely not familiar with the game culture context and likely used to a shorter non-linear viewing experience. Showing the same work in a film festival brings with it yet a noter set of expectations and viewing practices. For my Machinima films I find that film festivals have often offered the best viewing context - not unexpectedly in terms of migrating the visual experience away from the computer screen which is something that is important to me when showing my Machinima. I was inspired to make video by a piece called "Dial H-I-S-T-O-R-Y" by Johan Grimonprez. Unlike many works of video art which document a performance or offer footage of repetitive goings-on, Dial was an intensely entrancing immersive experience, and yet did not rely on conventional narrative to achieve its immersiveness.

As an artist experimenting with videogames, what is your relationship with the art market?

Eddo Stern: My work exists in various art/economic contexts. Some of my works are free, some are editioned, some are one of a kind objects, some are distributed, some are self published, some are sold, bought and shown by galleries and museums.


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Level Sounds like Devil / Baby in Christ vs. His Father (2007)
'In June 2006 BabyInChrist, a Taiwanese teenager, living with an adoptive American Christian family posts the question to the online Christian forums: “Is World of Warcraft Evil ?” The Community helps him reckon with the moral and spiritual dilemmas of reconciling his life in World of Warcraft, with the strict edits of his father and the challenges of following his faith. As a synthetic fantasy world begins to encroach on the territory of established religion, the inner workings of faith, truth and the boundaries of reality begin to unravel and intertwine.'-- ES









Fort Paladin (2003)
'Keywords: Tolkien, Christ, Your Empire and Your Desktop

'Fort Paladin is a medieval computer castle automaton trained to kill and master the American army 's recruitment training game "America's Army" using elecro-mechanics and a custom written expert system.

'GodsEye is borrowed from the computer gaming term God's eye perspective which positions the player as a God/General/Wizard floating above the world - awarded total control over cities, armies and minions. GodsEyecosists of several computer sculptures that make up a techno-/neo-medieval landscape built around the functional hardware elements of a computer desktop environment: keyboard, mouse, monitor, tower, etc. Formally, it draws from the subcultures of custom computer case modifications, hardware hacking, computer game modification and sampling.'-- ES












Landlord Vigilante (w/ Jessica Hutchins, 2006)
'Landlord Vigilante tells the story of a Los Angeles cab-driver-turned-landlady, who has nothing in life except for her fierce belief in individual freedoms and the marketplace.'-- ES












Enter the Lotus (with Steven Seagal) (2007)
'[Stern's] ... kinetic shadow sculpture uses a mash-up of documentary material from online forums, clip art, youtube videos, midi music, electronics and hand made puppets. It mines the online gaming world at its paradoxical extremes: on one hand, an untenable perversion of everyday life spent slaying an endless stream of virtual monsters, on the other, an ultimate mirroring of the most familiar social dynamics. The struggles with masculinity, honor, aggression, faith, love and self worth are embroiled with the game world’s vernacular aesthetics.'-- Postmasters












Crusade (2002)
'Keywords: Tolkien, Christ, Your Empire and Your Desktop

'Crusade - a mechanical windmill desktop spins on its axis looping a posse of medieval avengers and a MIDI sample of Led Zeppelin's "Kashmir".

'GodsEye is borrowed from the computer gaming term God's eye perspective which positions the player as a God/General/Wizard floating above the world - awarded total control over cities, armies and minions. GodsEyecosists of several computer sculptures that make up a techno-/neo-medieval landscape built around the functional hardware elements of a computer desktop environment: keyboard, mouse, monitor, tower, etc. Formally, it draws from the subcultures of custom computer case modifications, hardware hacking, computer game modification and sampling.'-- ES










Money Making Workshop (2012)
'Money Making Workshop is a role playing game for 2 to 4 players. One player plays as Genius and the others play as Pistons. The game lasts 13 rounds, about 25 minutes. Genius plays against the Pistons. Be aware that completing the game is going to be a challenge, but be assured that all of your hard work will pay off in the end.'-- ES













Hatewave (2004)
'A clan of templar, farmers and champions gather to greet the future

'A mechanical crowd does the wave

'Their giant prays'-- ES










Fake Portal #4 (2012)
'Wood. Electronics. Video Loop.'-- ES









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p.s. Hey. An early-ish heads up that I'm going out of town and will be blog-impaired on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday of this week, so there'll be reruns plus brief, non-interactive p.s.es on those days. ** Gary gray, Hi. Very beautifully written and put. You're a sharp cookie, as my mom and I guess many moms used to say. Yeah, if you get really down to it, there's some level of denial in everything we think and/or say, sometimes because what we're denying is too huge or abstract to understand, so to deny denial is unnatural or something. Anyway, that sentence of mine was the opposite of beautifully written and put, so hats off. ** Thomas Moronic, Congrats to your friend! I got kind of achy with wishing that I could have seen it due to your lustrous description. Sure, it's super scary and daunting. Are those adjectives not the definition of importance? Or something? I'm very good, thank you. Enjoy everything ongoingly. (Spellcheck keeps insisting on changing 'ongoingly' to 'longingly', which I guess works too.) ** David Ehrenstein, Oh, I want to see 'Nebraska'. I like Payne's films. How is Bruce Dern in it? This late-in-the-game celebration of his crazy talent is such a sweet thing. I'll pass along your 'must-see' tip and give it my all when I get done here. Everyone, Mr. Ehrenstein thinks you really should see this, and if you need more incentive than his seal of approval, know that it's entitled 'Orgasm Wars In Japan Features Gay Man Trying To Make Straight Man Climax (NSFW VIDEO)' ** Bill Porter, Hi, Bill! Oh, great, I'm so happy that workshop experience was a really good one. These are some very good, sharp, generous people around here, you majorly included, and it was great to have a situation where that was forefronted. Plus, your story rules, man. Thank you again! ** Steevee, Wow, that's such a good story. I need to see that doc. I'm working on these rewrites of HC Anderson's fairytales, re-situating them in amusement parks and making the rides sentient, etc. for Zac's and my Scandinavia book project, and that story is like a premise useable for the stories, and I might just swipe/change yours a bit. So, thank you! Death Grips for the porno soundtrack, now that's a thought. Huh. That's too bad about 'Faust' but good to know when I get my chance at it. ** Grant maierhofer, Hi, Grant. 'Prisoners' ... I've seen or saw posters for that in the metro here, and the posters had a decent je ne sais quoi, but that's extent of my knowledge. Hm. ** Cap'm, Hi, Cap! That was a great, lush, luscious response to Bill's thing, man. Totally stood on its own. Thanks as ever, sir, buddy. ** les mots dans le nom, Hi. That Fourier observation is incredibly beautiful, wow. It made my brain glide. Thanks a lot. ** Paul Curran, Hi, Paul! That's so great about the M&P collaboration post! I'm very excited, thank you! Not to mention getting to gaze at the cover. How's Tokyo? ** Kyler, Hi, K. Thanks a lot for your very thoughtful words to Bill. I hope you're doing great. ** Bill, Howdy. Where are you until Wednesday? NYC? Cool that the doing of the piece was fun. Obviously, if you ever make any evidence of it, I'm all ears, eyes, jangling nerves, etc. Thanks so much, Bill. ** Pilgarlic, Hi, man. Yes, the porno might get made. I think I'll have a better sense of its future or not after the out-of-town trip I mentioned up above because it's being undertaken largely to see if the project might actually have the means to happen. We -- I'm making it with my friend Zac, who will direct and who co-rewrote the script with me -- haven't thought too far about the soundtrack yet. I think we want to see how realistic its chances of being made are first. We have an idea of a band that we would love to do its theme song. We have an idea of a band that we would love to appear in it in a scene that involves a band playing a gig. But those remain daydreams, and that's as far as the sound/score has been thought out, so far. Thanks for asking, sir. How the heck are you? ** Etc etc etc, Thanks a whole bunch for the great response to Bill's story, Casey. Much appreciated. How's your writing going? What are you working on? ** _Black_Acrylic, Low-key and enjoyable are so often married or engaged to be married. Nice. I'll have a look at Lauren's show, thanks! Everyone, _B_A, like me, has an art show to entertain you with today, if you like. Here he is in his own words: 'To the Generator last night for Here Bianca, a solo show of work by the sculptor Lauren Gault. I took a few photos and here they are.' ** Dennis Cooper, Did you really hug Minnie Mouse, or was that Photoshop magic? ** Chris Dankland, Hi, Chris. Oh, yeah, I actually saw that Zach German video on Neato Mosquito and promptly grabbed and posted it on my Facebook wall. Yeah, it's great. Really exciting to hear new work by him. I think he's such a fantastic writer. So thank you for making all of that possible. Ditto re: your various projects! ** Misanthrope, Oh, I don't know. Dave Grohl ... I really have no feeling about him one way or another. No interest in Foo Fighters. They just seem like mediocrity and standard fare rock central. His Nirvana drumming was effective enough. Seems like maybe he's a nice guy maybe or maybe not and maybe he just smiles a lot which makes him seem nice or something, I don't know. I think trying too get famous by singing other people's songs is completely acceptable. A singer's voice and interpretive gifts can be easily as great as the song he/she sings, and even much better. The problem is when the singer just sings acceptably or slightly better than acceptably in a style that people who are already famous sing with, and I assume that's the X Factor problem. Familiarity gets mistaken for talent. I don't know. Nice stove at least? ** Okay. We start the week with a galerie show featuring the video game-influenced art of the very awesome Eddo Stern, a fave of mine. See if you get where I'm coming from when I say that. See you tomorrow.

3 books I read recently & loved: Renee Gladman Ana Patova Crosses a Bridge, Heiko Julien I Am Ready To Die A Violent Death, Eugene Lim The Strangers

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'My feeling about English is that the subject-verb-predicate order enforces a pattern. Having the body as an extra means of communication is one way of addressing that limitation, but the body still imposes another kind of order. You age and can’t communicate because you can’t spend three minutes in a backbend or whatever. I really wanted to place the sound of the language in an Eastern European space, that felt important, a heavy consonant presence, I’m really drawn to that. I also started speaking this language, before I called it Ravic, aloud with a friend, so I could only say what my voice would allow me to say. Because of English and because I studied Spanish there was a lot of vowel presence I had to get rid of. With a name like Luswage Amini, syllables get pronounced the way a black Southerner speaks. It’s like Lu-SWAGGE, kind of slow, drawn-out. I wanted that to be there. It’s still this black girl who’s writing about this place that’s far away and not necessarily in conversation with her culture. One of my “Calamity” essays is about how I think black people and Eastern Europeans should have a conversation about possible overlaps between their experience, and what if I were to call myself an African American Eastern European, or is it an Eastern European African American, because I think about that. ...

'I came up through poetry, but I am a sentence writer. I don’t know if it’s so much creating narratives as narrative space. I’m interested in time and experience and the sound of telling a story as opposed to the story itself. I have a love and deep interest in fiction, especially fiction in translation, so I teach that. But often in my workshops now I’ll bring in texts that are hybrid, cross-genre works. It’s useful as a way to get students to take more notice of language. I have students read poetry and then enter it from a sentence space. ...

'Fiction is interested in a certain kind of unfolding or sequence of events. Time is more intact in fiction. Prose, I think, introduces the element of the awareness of yourself in language as you are unfolding things in time and allowing yourself to be distracted or interrupted, allowing yourself to question the difficulty of what you’re doing and be stalled, not to move. I want more fiction to do this, because it changes the way we read and understand story. With fiction that repairs all doubt and interruption and experiment by being fluid, coherent; what we expect doesn’t leave much room for me as a reader. But I think the more you talk about these categories, their distinctions, the quicker they break down. Ultimately, what I want is for there to be a blur over everything.'-- Renee Gladman, triple canopy









Renee Gladman Ana Patova Crosses a Bridge
Dorothy

"ANA PATOVA CROSSES A BRIDGE is the third volume of Renee Gladman's magnificent, melancholy series about the city-state of Ravicka, or about the architectures of its absence. It is tempting to read the Ravickian books as an extended allegory—of architecture itself, perhaps, except that architecture is already half-allegorical, its every element raised to prefigure whatever meanings can make their way to them. If any can. In Ravicka, meanings—indeed most contact of any kind—remain in abeyance, building, in absentia, the constitutive negative spaces of the narrative. There is a plot; it lays out zones of sheer ambience. Experiences, of which there are many, unfold as a redolent lingering in the structures of immateriality, the radical realities of the insubstantial. Gladman is a philosopher of architecture, though not that of buildings. Rather, she thinks (and writes) the drifts, partitions, and immobilities of identity, affect, communication, the very possibility of being human. Profound, compelling—haunting, even—the story of Ravicka is astonishingly ours."-- Lyn Hejinian


Excerpt

Hausen wrote a book that everyone
was reading. It went that way with men,
and yet this was a book that meant a lot
to me and led to a book of my own.
Hausen wrote a book in the time before
the crisis and people carried it around
in their back pockets; it was mass
produced. In the book, a man walked
over a bridge and entered a building,
where he jumped into a pool with a
mineral-green bottom. He swam back
and forth. He did a breast stroke, he
worked from his back, he banged his
body against the water, he sang, he
shouted. He climbed out and exited
the building, leaving a trail of water. The
book described the water as text; the
drops were signs. They doubled the story
of Hausen’s character. He was a man
who swam at night in empty buildings.
The man went home to someone who
did not seem quite like a woman, but who
also was not identified as a “man.” The
man coming home lay on top of this
person and swam and told a story, which
was a confession, and the body gasped,
but we did not know if the man’s story
was causing this gasping or whether the
cause was his writhing. The reader couldn’t
hear the story, but Hausen had the language
around the story crack and drop heat on us.
And the body writhed on top of the other
body and whispered to it about something
done and undone in the city, something
sitting under water, something terrible.

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The city that existed ran like a film
playing in a small movie house on a
forgotten street in the blown out part
of the city we swore never to enter,
never to grace, because of some tragedy
no one remembered but which haunted
our movements in the “safe” parts of
the city, which counted for most of
Ravicka. It was too imbalanced: that
there was this block of streets, off limits
to our living, and within this block
breathed the real body of our city, the
one that existed rather than painted itself
to exist, the living one, at least as I came
to think of it, though I had never seen
that film. I tried to arrive at the movie
house, but got turned away each time.
It was the film of the decade and would
tell me how to live and would open into
new streets, where bodies were possible,
where architecture exceeded itself and
took care of the environment, brought
the park into itself, danced around the
canal, where water ran next to and
summer bodies floated by. It wasn’t a
utopia playing there but the real built
environment, the one that went with the
language you spoke, that could handle
the verbs of your language. It was the city,
but was unreachable, was violent, without
victims and without perpetrators, and
violent, though there were no crimes.

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Every time I wrote a sentence something
disappeared, and after many thousands
of sentences, some of which I didn’t keep
or didn’t like, I began to look for those
vanished things. I also wondered whether
it was more that they were invisible than
vanished. I thought writing had something
to do with invisibility and the world tried
to show you this as often as it could, but
disappearances seemed to have more to
do with not writing, from the way things
looked in the city, among my friends and
acquaintances. You were losing hope if
you weren’t writing, which isn’t the same
as things going invisible. You were losing
hope, too, if you were writing, but it was
a different kind of loss, because there was
always something you had more of when
you were done writing, even if it was
sentences that you hated. I wrote
sentences about how men sleep and my
wooden spoons vanished, or perhaps
were no longer visible to the eye. Most
of the sentences I wrote I did so without
thinking of the consequences of objects
going missing. I was often trying to write
about the crisis, which was hard and
took everything you had, which was
almost all your language for that day.
One day I stopped writing and asked
after the vanished things; I wanted to
know where they were. It was strange to
have had them go away so silently. I
asked into the room where they were
and wondered about the thing and all
the things that replaced it. Would they
all come back at once?



Renee Gladman Reads


Renee Gladman at Georgetown University


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'In I Am Ready To Die A Violent Death, Heiko Julien presents to us a kaleidoscope of images, ranging from the suburban, to pop culture references, memes, and the internet, presented through a meditative narrator questioning everything they see, while at the same time doubting what they are saying. Ironically the writing is both positive and self-deprecating at the same time, mirroring the multi-faceted life we inhabit online through different personas; we are both the nice, tolerant and compassionate person, and we also want to die a violent death, alone, so we can feel something that is real in a physical sense, not just through social networking.

'What strikes me first of is that these pieces began as either self-published e-books, Tweets, or Facebook posts. This way of sharing ‘content’ online seems to be central to ‘Alt lit.’ Heiko has already begun a dialogue with his audience before the book has been published; I had read most of these pieces online before coming to read this book. This is quite a unique trend that is happening in the publishing world; there isn’t one way of ‘being a writer.’ And the idea of publishing itself has become quite flexible. I feel that Heiko is aware of this, and the writing in this collection reflects the continued dialogue he has with the Alt Lit community, which he seems to be a major part of.

'For Heiko, as well as others in the online community, memes also constructed through online ‘brands’ or ‘personas’, where ones identity becomes a meme. This feels like one of the central themes to not just Heiko’s writing, but to the ‘genre’ of Alt Lit. What makes Alt Lit a unique genre, however, is that it feeds into the aspects of an online community members and environment which Heiko references a lot in his writing, and the online community all construct different personas, or identities, through different social media outlets. In this way, Heikos writing puts a mirror up not just to himself, but the community he responds to. The writing does not just reflect the community that is Alt Lit, however, it also stems from something else, something more ‘human,’ or ‘natural‘, whatever that may mean in the ‘internet age‘ that we all live in. Social stereotypes become crystalized through online media, which in turn become memes, and a part of the online language that Heiko channels in his pieces.'-- Rhys Nixon








Heiko Julien I Am Ready to Die a Violent Death
Civil Coping Mechamisms

“I have huge admiration for Heiko Julien’s I Am Ready To Die A Violent Death. Prose that actually feels like the 21st century. Rare. Exhilarating. I love this work.” -- Mark Leyner

“Heiko Julien’s prose pieces, poems and fragments are where the Buddha meets the internet—the trope of the shark, the void and the triangle in a state of simultaneous orgasm with the holes we feel we need to fill, the terrifying reality, the wanting to be a man of the people (but slightly better than the people) and the fear. Julien is a writer who never says ‘or’ only ‘and.’ This book is non-duality at its most neon.” -- Melissa Broder

“What’s constant in Heiko Julien’s work is that he’s engaging directly and nakedly with his experience of being a human being. He’s a poet in the old sense: he’s trying hard to find wisdom and truth, like Socrates or something. That’s an important aspect of literature to keep alive as we move forward into the forms of the Internet. Heiko Julien is a model of someone who refuses to live an unexamined life.” -- Steve Roggenbuck



Excerpt


c h a p t e r 1

My zen so fresh don’t never catch me not being real no no.

Our ideal western courtship begins:

See me inventing new yoga moves in the McDonald’s Playplace. Ask me out to dinner at a different McDonald’s.

Save the date for our Fast Food Wedding.

Preacher wears the drive-thru headset.

Ring bearer rolls up to the second window and delivers the ring.

Bride and groom’s families in the main dining area.

Kids in the ball pit.



c h a p t e r 2

I want straight up bliss. Want you to pour warm water down the back of my shirt while I’m at work and I’ll pretend to get mad and then we go home.

Push me off a cliff, and here’s the twist: The inside of the canyon is full of the stuff dreams are made of. Talking every Nirvana CD down here.

Human beings will be back in the forests sooner than we think, ripping bark off of trees and crushing skulls on rocks. It’s a comforting thought. Stick with me and I’ll show you everything I know about how to make cool jpgs on the computer and also true love. I will take care of you even though I don’t believe in that sort of thing.

The Native Americans used to use every part of the buffalo.

Including the pink slime.

Just wander out into a cornfield and eat some corn.

This is America.

This is God’s country.



c h a p t e r 3

Pitching a TV pilot where I teach kids how to live cool lives by learning to enjoy common things like putting their shoes on slowly and drinking water in real-time.

Like to think I could pull off a certain post-9/11 Mr. Rogers vibe. Fancy myself an otaku Captain Kangaroo. Steampunk Mr. Wizard and all I want from you is actual friendship.

But I’m still.

Real Life Bart Simpson.

Yeah I’m throwing cats into a basketball hoop by their tails.

Haha. pizza for breakfast.

Turtle power.

I’ll never die.












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'Comedians are sometimes called stand-up artists. I always liked this idea of the job just being a person standing up and talking. Especially I like that this rather personal, almost quaint occupation survives — and in fact thrives (in comparison to the personal, almost quaint occupation of the novelist) in an era of entertainment defined as visual spectacle. In addition, and maybe more importantly, this novel is structured as a series of monologues. A monologist is a particular type of character, trapped by the sound of their own voice and in the deep gravity well of their own point of view. One goal of the book was to show a long series of these moated, solipsistic monologues (which we sometimes trade with one another and then dignify the exchange with the term conversation) as a rendering of everyone’s dazzling alienation. I thought a “stand-up artist” might be a good one to start off such a series. ...

'When I first moved to New York, in the late 90s, one of the highlights of my week was reading J. Hoberman’s film criticism in The Village Voice. He’s terrific, a giant, and much of the cinema ideas in the book owe a debt to him. The totalitarian state in the novel probably comes equally from reading about the CIA’s so-called “enhanced interrogation techniques” and Abu Ghraib and the incredible kidnapping and escape story of Eun-hee Choi and Sang-ok Shin. I’ve never been on a cruise ship. I’m not sure where all the elements in the book came from, but I can say that I wanted the sections to be complete and whole in tone and style yet disparate from one another. And then the odd sections are placed next to each other with just a few, vital threads holding the pieces in place. ...

'Continuity is a (useful) illusion. And I think we experience it something just like that. It’s an illusion we allow ourselves to be convinced by. However, semi-secretly from ourselves, parenthetically, we know it’s a utility, not reality itself (or if so, then only one aspect of it). I wanted the book to operate somewhat like that as well. Within a section I aimed for it to have its own physics and sense of unity and be an integrated whole. However each would then be placed next to another equally whole narrative. Could they survive the juxtaposition? Lines of poetry can. Elements of a collage can. Our senses of self do.'-- Eugene Lim








Eugene Lim The Strangers
Black Square Editions

'What an astonishing book! Beautiful, original, with delicious surprises lurking at the heart of sentences, of events, of all the engines of communication.'-- Harry Mathews

'THE STRANGERS is like a cabinet of curiosities put together by Georges Perec and Andrei Biely, hilarious and utterly seductive, a sharp commentary on the social and political architecture we cling to at our peril. And yet, while pulling the rug out from under the reader, Eugene Lim’s book is a total pleasure.'-- Susan Daitch

'Beautifully written, so precise and accurate to real life that it is (fantastically) convincing, Eugene Lim’s THE STRANGERS, with its multiple interwoven strands, reveals one surprising character and relationship after the next, and culminates in a skilfully devised and satisfying resolution. A fascinating and engrossing tale.'-- Lydia Davis



Excerpt

It’s when the cop is punching my face that I make the decision. I decide to go look for my sister. My whole life I’d indulged in a stupid thrill, a very risky habit. In the middle of the night I’d sneak through the town and deface posters of the beloved president. Sometimes just a mustache over his beloved pudgy face. I kept it scatological or primitive. For fifteen years I’d done this and never got caught.

The cop is working me over pretty good. I’ve never taken a punch before. I worry about my brain and whether he’ll bust something inside me and I’ll die slowly as things that aren’t supposed to meet mix inside my sloshy guts. I’m a wet animal and I’m weeping like a child and very ashamed that I am and I’m scared.

He beats me up and then lets me go.

One of the twins is me. They’re playing a game of hide-and-seek together, which—with only two people—is also tag, capture the flag, and hot-and-cold. We didn’t call our game any of those.

This is when we’re eight. The war is looming but we don’t know anything at all about that except an exhaustion familiar already in our bones and a subdermal panic that shimmies constantly up and down our backsides.

Even though I know now all kinds of impossible things about the bomb that is about to destroy our home, it always surprises me. For instance I know that the engineer who perfected its targeting system so that it can fly around corners was a Haitian educated in Canadian universities and now retired happily to Nantes, France. I know that the casing is coated with a polymer most commonly used today in plastic wrap and discovered accidentally by a Dow Chemical worker, that the nitroamine in the bomb was developed for the US government by the son of Jews escaped from the pogroms and that this explosive was, at the time, one of the most powerful in the world, used to begin fission reactions in nuclear weapons. The government that launched the bomb was an invading nation fighting another invading nation in our soon-to-be divided poor sap of a country in a ridiculous contest called a proxy war. Does it help to know your maker? I think they were aiming for a bridge a half mile south of us.

The girl I’m playing with is older than me by fourteen minutes. We share our father’s analytic nature—he was a factory engineer—and our mother’s depressive seasons. She’s better than me at fighting, which embarrasses me since I’m a boy. I’m the better drawer and it’s a tie when it comes to sums. Right now she’s doing a slow count to ten with her eyes closed and her forehead pressed against a tree. I’m hidden behind a big rock that fell into the ditch that runs along the road to town and which we’d often use as a landmark to visitors. (“At the big pink rock in the ditch, turn left through the woods,” we’d say.) When she gets to four, the bomb explodes our home and kills our parents.

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Eugene Lim reads from Fog & Car


Eugene Marten reads from Waste at the Ellipsis Press launch party


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p.s. Hey. ** Torn porter, Hi. Your prize goes in the mail to you today. Hopefully the French mail system won't be its sometimes procrastinating self on this first leg of the journey. Thanks for letting me see the pix. They brought it out really well, I think. Oh, it was in-store gig, no? That Shivers song is kind of nice, yeah. I'm going to Berlin for a mostly business/art-related quickie. ** David Ehrenstein, Marvelous is a good adj. for Stern's work. Oh, that's good news about the Spike Jonze. I'm very intrigued and hopeful that he can make a really good film without Kaufman, because I thought 'Wild Things' was abysmal. ** Sypha, I'm really sorry about your grandfather. It's really tough. Hugs, James, and I certainly hope your Canadian friend can tough out his kidney's disloyalty. Fingers very, very crossed on the friend's and your behalves. But, of course, the news on the finishing of your story collection is very good news! Big congrats to you and, eventually, to us! ** Cassandra Troyan, Hi, Cassandra! Gosh, thanks about the blog's recent run. Very cool about the LHB thing! Do, do hook us/me up please! Your email ... yes, I'm just way behind on opening my 'letters'. I'll go open and read it as soon as I get out of here. Sorry for my slowness. ** Scunnard, Hi, man. I don't know why Stern is news to you, but he's a great one, I think. Often is the answer to your query about whether I have non-working brain days. Uh, there are several homeopathic brain sharpener pills and so on out there. I've tried a couple. One of them maybe subtly worked, although, who knows? I don't remember its name. I'll find out if you want a earthy helpmate that might or might not help. ** Steevee, I'll go search for that. Seems like the right search terms should get me it or at least similar type things. Thank you so much again. Very interesting about the new Coens. I'm generally a fan of theirs, and I'm especially excited to see this one based on what I've read, and your report is certainly encouraging. Thanks greatly for sharing your thoughts, S. ** Brendan, Yeah, me and Minnie were the perfect couple, at least on film, kind of. Awesome to see you, buddy! I was just talking to a friend about how one Melt Banana gig that I saw at the old Spaceland was the most hearing destroying gig I ever attended, but I don't regret a thing. I'm good, quite good, thank you. What are you up to precisely within that 'always are' thang. ** _Black_Acrylic, Love to read about the percolation of Art 101. Your words seem all coked-up with your excitement. Nice contact high. ** Flit, Flit! Hey, pal! Yeah, I was briefly/lengthily fucked up in the head and emotions for a spate just the other day. That went the hell away. Yours will. I'm counting on it. ** Etc etc etc, Hi.  Oh, great that you're sending out your novel. Chilly/Jeff has a great brain to pick. Happy to add my two-cents or make my head bouncy for your ideas if you like. We could Skype or something if you like. Bret is starting a podcast? No, I did not know that. That's interesting, that's an unexpected turn. I'll go find out where it is. And keep me apprised either way, yeah, if you don't mind. I have a slew of projects that I'm in the middle or early stages of, but my novel writing is always at the center of what I do, and it's growing steadily, and I'm excited for it, and thanks for asking. It's very, very not like 'TMS', although I learned some new things while writing it that I'm definitely employing in a different way. Film's future being like 'Holy Motors' is such a good idea. Let's hope. ** Kyler, Hi, K. Really glad you liked it. ** Paul Curran, Hi, Paul. Tokyo sounds yum. I'm really hoping to get there in January, and hoping to get that cemented in place this coming weekend. Of course, man, about my words on the book. Let me know the when, how, etc. ** Chilly Jay Chill, Hi, Jeff. I had this thought that you might particularly like or get something from Stern's work, I don't know why. Great that rehearsals went so well, and cool re: the mysterious venue. I so wish I could catch that version of the Mike Kelley retrospective. The reason -- or one of the reasons -- that it's notably different than the Stedlijk one is because the Pompidou's very edited, very poorly presented squib version of the show angered a lot of the people who'd leant works to the retrospective, and a number of them subsequently withdrew permission to use the works in the show's tour after that. Interesting about the Shawn play. He hasn't spoken about why he made that change? The new novel goes very well, I think, I hope. It's growing steadily in the way that I think it needs to grow. I'm doing things I've never tried to do before, and so there's a lot of experimenting and trying to ace the technically unfamiliar, which is exciting and which also requires a lot of patience and concentration, which is what's happening, I think. Thank you a lot for asking. Otherwise, the porn film may be about to become a definite or not, so that's preoccupying. And the beginnings of new Gisele theater piece are all on my shoulders at the moment, and it's the toughest thing to figure out and write that she's ever asked of me, but I'm slowly getting that started. And the Scandinavia book is, I think, progressing but in fits and starts. ** Grant maierhofer, I'll keep my eyes on HTMLG today just in case. DFW/Fugazi is a strangely conducive combo somehow. Great, fingers crossed, about the possible pub. of your short fiction book. I'm good, thank you. Guy Picciotto is awesome. He's the only Fugazi member with whom I've ever met and talked, and, yeah, he seemed like a super great guy in addition to the mega-talent and all that. ** Misanthrope, Well, yeah, that's why I don't watch those shows. Granted, they're less omnipresent here, although more and more of them are encroaching on the French airwaves. Skip them, man. The phenomenon of them is a billion times more interesting than them, and you only need to experience a few episodes to get the phenomenon's illustration, right? Cooking, cool. How is your mom doing? ** Bill Porter, Hi, Bill. Really glad that the Eddo Stern work tweaked your brain. I'm a big fan of his, obviously. I've never played any Eddo's actual game-artworks all the way through. I've fooled around with them, and I've seen a number of his works in gallery and museum shows. I was lucky enough to include his work in a gallery exhibition I curated a while back -- the 'windmill' piece -- and I went to a few of the C-Level events and watched those 'games' being played and participated in them in the onlooker capacity. Bon day. ** Bollo, Hi, J. Yes, Buche de Noel time is fast approaching. I've begin gathering the candidates for this year's DC's Buche Beauty Pageant, and it should go up here soonish, as soon as most or all of the candidates have been declared. ** Right. Up there are three books that I very highly recommend to you. Check them out. Not a one of them will make you sorry you dug your nose into them, I promise. See you tomorrow.

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p.s. Hey. As I mentioned a couple of p.s.es ago, I'm heading out of town this evening for a few days, and I won't have time while away to do my usual blog duties/pleasures, so you'll be getting older, revived posts tomorrow, Friday, and Saturday, and I'll be back with new stuff and fresh p.s.es beginning on Monday when I will catch up all the comments that accumulate between now and then. ** Torn porter, Hi. That Gladman book is just terrific. It's part of a trilogy of novels that I'm starting to make my way through. Just colors re: the Eddo Stern? Huh. The P.O. Box address seemed like it would swallow a small package, so I sent it there. Should be good. Take care while I'm off and away. ** Bill, Hi, B. Eddo is kind of really brilliant, I think. Glad his stuff intrigued you. I got the 2013 Buche Parade post set up yesterday, and it'll happen next week. I did enjoy what your friend sent, or started to do so just now, and I'll let it flow a bit later. Thanks, Bill! ** David Ehrenstein, A bracing, lovely West Coast morning to you, sir. ** Sypha, I hope everything goes as well as can be, which I guess would be meaningfully (?), at the wake and funeral. William Bennett on Lady Gaga?! This I guess I have to read, thanks. I wonder if I'm imagining he would say is what he said. ** _Black_Acrylic, I didn't know that was happening, but go France, sure! I did wonder why the street and the cafe just up the road were clangier last night than usual. Best of luck to Dundee. I haven't seen your newsy late breaking comment yet, but it's, uh, 8:30 am at the moment, so maybe I should refresh the comments and see what's what. Intake of breath. Nope, still no word. But I did one last refresher before I posted this and ... sorry, Ben. Hugs to Dundee. And you're absolutely no doubt right about how that contest works. Still, sigh, grr. ** les mots dans le nom, Obviously, I always love the books that I say I do, but that was an especially strong trio of books yesterday, it's true. I suppose there was some dry humor in my smile in that hugging Minnie photo, but it looks like joy was the winner of my lips or eyes or both. You enjoy your week and weekend too, please. ** Paul Curran, Yeah, really good books yesterday. It was the first time I'd read Eugene Lim after hearing a lot about him, and, yeah, no kidding, he is really, really good. Great about the pdf! It's looking pretty good for Japan in January. Hopefully Zac and I all be ticketed up by the next time I translate myself into a p.s. ** Creative Massacre, Hi, Misty. I'm very good, thank you. That was a pretty nice day you had, yes. Pretty in the sense of the word's full, main meaning re: beauty and not in the way it just means 'sort of' when employed as an adjective a la its use in that sentence I just wrote. Enjoy the good Doctor's take over! ** Steevee, Oh, God, dentists. Yuck. I was supposed to have a broken tooth of mine extracted and replaced with a fake one about three years ago, and the dentist was amazed at the time that I wasn't in terrible pain from the broken tooth, and I still don't feel a wisp of pain from it, but, yeah, I should have gotten it removed, etc. So I guess the wise thing to do is to do what the dude says? ** Chilly Jay Chill, Hi, Jeff. Yeah, really good book threesome. Tight bunch. The Pompidou's excuse for doing a crappy version of the Mike Kelley was budgetary concerns, but that's bullshit, really, given the expensive shows they've been doing before and after. I think it was probably an ego thing. Rumor has it that the P. at first didn't want the Kelley retrospective, they wanted to do their own MK retrospective instead. The MK Foundation supposedly said, no way, take the retrospective as is or nothing. The P. was pissed off, and took the retrospective begrudgingly and punishingly. That's what I hear. I don't know. Anyway, despite the great work in the Paris version, it was half-assed and very disrespectful, and it was a bad decision because no one was happy. I'm early-working in a scrapbook page. Thanks, J. Wow, that paragraph about 'Period' and the Cycle is a dream come true or something. I hadn't seen that and, yeah, thanks a lot! That's really, really nice to read and very heartening, obviously. Cool. I hope the rest of your week and -end go splendidly, man. ** Misanthrope, Hi, George. Well, I guess that, all in all, that's a good diagnosis as diagnoses go since it'll hopefully get her to do what she should do anyway. Is she? Man, sorry about your horrible day. Fill in the awful blank when you're rational, yes, please. Shit, I'm sorry, buddy. At least Le Petit Show will be there to distract you by the time I see you next. Give him a hug or a pat on the head or whatever feels respectful yet affectionate from me, yes? ** Etc etc etc, Hi. Yeah, Leyner blurbed his book, so that makes total sense. And, yes, the Jon Leon comparison makes sense too. JL is great. I'm jonesing for more from him. Sunday for Skyping should be okay for me, I think. Write to me and we'll sort it out. My email is dcooperweb@gmail.com. CCM and LF are great suggestions. Michael Seidlinger is a complete sweetheart and quite the excellent writer too. I made it through about 14 minutes of the Bret/Kanye podcast before I got bored and bailed. Yeah, I think Bret maybe needs to get over nervously saying way more than he needs to say, for one thing. He probably will as the show continues. And hopefully he'll book guests whom he's less awestruck to have on the show. I too thought that 'Pacific Rim' thing was the most interesting moment of the chunk that I listened to. Prose is so huge. I've been writing prose for forever, it feels like, and always looking for a new way to go and a new way to get there, and there's always a way and a way. Pretty magical stuff. Great week and weekend to you, my friend! ** Okay. I've been in a stacking state of mind recently, so here's another one for you. Hope it suits whatever it is that you expect from this blog. I wish a very fine rest-of-the-week and weekend to those of you to whom I haven't already wished such a thing. I hope you enjoy the reruns, and I'll see you back here on Monday.

Back from the dead: 5 of God's mysterious ways (orig. 08/23/07)

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The Painful and Immaculate Heart of Mary

SAINT DENIS DE LA REUNION, France: Police on the French Indian Ocean island of Reunion have arrested a suspected cult member accused of kidnapping a 12-year-old boy. Twelve-year-old Alexandre Thelahire was seized at his home in the capital Saint Denis on Friday by four suspected members of a local Catholic cult, whose guru Juliano Verbard claims to receive regular visitations from the Virgin Mary. Verbard, 25, has been on the run from justice since 2006, when he was convicted of raping a 13-year-old boy.

One of the suspected kidnap gang members was detained on Saturday at the home of a cult follower. Three other people were held for questioning, including a woman who rented the car used by the kidnappers. Police said the suspect admitted his role in the abduction and directed them to the spot where the boy was being held, but that the place was empty by the time police arrived. Road blocks have been set up across the island to try to recover the boy and steps taken to ensure he cannot be taken out of the country.

According to Alexandre’s mother Catherine – who is related to a member of the cult – four masked men broke into her home on Friday, bound and gagged her and bundled her son into a waiting car. She says cult members believe Alexandre is destined to take over from Verbard as their guru, and that they took him from his home once before, on July 9, leading him to a nighttime mass before returning him the following morning.

Verbard created the cult, “The Painful and Immaculate Heart of Mary”, in 2001 after seeing an “apparition” of the Virgin Mary. He is thought to have around 40 followers. Sued by cult members who accused him of molesting their teenaged children, Verbard jumped bail ahead of his conviction last year to 15 years in jail, and has been a fugitive ever since. – AFP
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The Spiral of Friends Church

Daily Sentinel (Grand Junction, CO)

James Randazzo, 64, once the jaunty, self-assured leader of the Spiral of Friends Church who fought fire with a barrage of legal threats against government investigators, quietly told state parole board members he was remorseful for his actions and guilty of even more than he was charged.

Questioned as to why none of the charges against him were for violations against children while he was in a position of trust, the heavyset Randazzo, sporting a ponytail of white hair reaching down to the middle of his back, said children who were exploited by him indeed had been entrusted to his care. He was known for his insouciance, hopping out of limousines in tailored, three-piece suits to attend hearings and his trial.

"I was the top dog" of the Spiral of Friends Church, he said in a barely audible voice. "I know I was in a position of trust." In one instance of abuse, Randazzo acted as director of a 104-minute video of his wife, Colleen, having sex with a 16-year-old boy. The Randazzos said they had hoped the experience would prevent the youth from committing suicide. The youth and his mother later testified the youth had suffered no harm from the experience.

Randazzo had sought to defend himself against charges related to that incident using a "choice-of-evils" defense, saying that to do otherwise might have contributed to a suicide attempt, but that legal maneuver was rebuffed by the judge. At the time he was sexually assaulting children, Randazzo said, he believed he was doing good. "I thought it was educational for them," he said. "I was dysfunctional."

The Spiral of Friends Church has survived Randazzo's incarceration and its current head, the Rev. Cathryn Ivie, told the parole board she and her husband were prepared to be responsible for him at the church, which now is based in Phoenix. Children no longer are part of the church, Randazzo told the board members.
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Colonia Dignidad

Paul Schaefer was a medic in Hitler's army during World War II. After the war, he set up an evangelical ministry and a youth home, purportedly to care for war orphans. But he was charged with sexually abusing two boys - and in 1961 he fled to Chile, reportedly accompanied by some 70 followers. There, in a lush valley in the Andean foothills, he set up Colonia Dignidad. The colony near the city of Parral, some 350km (220 miles) south of Santiago, grew to about 300 members - mostly German immigrants, or their descendants, but including some Chilean followers.

The 137-sq-km (53-sq-mile) Colonia Dignidad boasted a school, a hospital, two airstrips, a restaurant, and a power station, and reportedly made millions of dollars through a diversified range of businesses, including agriculture, mining and real estate. It won over local people by offering jobs and free schooling and hospital care. Details of life in the colony are hard to verify. Some visitors have described a scene from 1930s Germany, with women wearing aprons, with their hair in pigtails, and men in lederhosen.

"Defectors" from the camp paint a sinister picture. His accusers say Colonia Dignidad was Mr Schaefer's fiefdom, where he was worshipped as a god. They say residents, who are never allowed beyond the gates of the camp, are kept strictly segregated into genders - so much so that the birth rate of the camp is extremely low. Residents are taught to shun sexual desires - with electric shocks administered to the genitals of young boys, former residents say. And they accuse Mr Schaefer of the almost daily sexual abuse of young boys. Horror stories have emerged of the young sons of poor local families "disappearing" within the barriers of the compound.

But Mr Schaefer's story is not confined to the perimeter fence of the colony - topped with barbed wire, studded with searchlights, and overlooked by a watchtower. It goes right to the heart of the Chilean state during the iron rule of Gen Augusto Pinochet in the 1970s and 1980s - a period with which Chileans are still struggling to come to terms today. The son of Manuel Contreras - the head of Dina, Chile's now-disbanded notorious secret police - has told the Los Angeles Times his father first visited Colonia Dignidad with Gen Pinochet in 1974. He has spoken of the warm relationship that grew between his father and Mr Schaefer.

Former political prisoners of Gen Pinochet have testified to a warren of stone-walled tunnels under the colony where, after being selected from among their fellow prisoners by members of Coloniaq Dignidad for their youth and physical attractiveness, they were taken to be tortured with electric shocks to the strains of Wagner and Mozart. And despite decades of allegations concerning the sexual abuse of boys within the compound, charges were not filed against Schaefer until 1996 - six years after Chile began its return to democracy.
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The Family / The Children of God

The Family International was founded by claimed prophetic leader David Berg in 1968 in Huntington Beach, California, USA. It sprang from the Jesus Movement of the late 1960s, with many of its early converts drawn from the hippie movement. Due to its unusual emphasis on total commitment, it triggered the first organized anticult group (FREECOG), and the unconventional sexual practices which soon followed within the Children of God solidified its place among the movements prompting the cult controversy of the 1970s and 1980s in the United States and Europe.

As The Family grew and expanded around the world, so did its message—salvation, apocalypticism, spiritual "revolution" against the outside world they called "the System"—and resultant controversy. During the early to mid 1970s, the group initiated several radical methods of evangelism, including Flirty Fishing—using sex to show God's love and win converts and support.

Today, The Family's leadership is headed by Berg's widow Karen Zerby, under whom the group has both bowed to several reforms and initiated additional unconventional doctrines, including the "Loving Jesus revelation" which encourages members from the age of 14 to engage in a sexual relationship with Jesus. (cont.)



Cult Killer: The Rick Rodriguez Story


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Text on screen: Cutting Edge

Rick Rodriguez: Well hey everyone, this is Rick and I am making this video.

Text on screen: January 7th, 2005

Text on screen: This is rick's suicide note

Rick: I want there to be some record, my ideas, just who I was really

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Text on screen: Rick was born into a religious cult

Rick: Hope I don't fuck up and do something stupid and blow my nose off instead of my fucking head.

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Kiril Cherkov

Death Lovers Club
Pravda/November 23, 2004


There exists rather unique organization in St. Petersburg. Its members claim suicide prevention to be their main occupation. Nevertheless, many consider the organization to be nothing but a mere sect.

The organization was founded by celibate priest Grigori (Vadim Lurie). The 42-year-old Lurie is a professional chemist; he attempted to become a monk but did not stay in the monastery for long. He began studying the Bible and later was at the head of the congregation. His reputation within the church circle isn"t good at all. Some consider him a snob. As for the Russian Orthodox Church, many religious members consider that Orthodox principles do not go together with the suicidal ideas and principles of Nietzsche advocated by the celibate priest. As for Lurie himself, he calls his teaching punk-Orthodoxy.

According to Russian newspaper "MK", many factors in the work of Mr. Lurie appear strange and even evil. The newspaper also states that the suicide rate in the so-called "Death lovers club" equals six deaths per 6 months.

The newspaper has followed a life of one of the boys who was connected to the organization of father Grigori. In Fall 2002 Kiril Cherkov has left for Kharkov State University to continue his studies. He then phoned his mother and explained to her that father Grigori had asked him to work for him on an Internet.

The celibate priest has really made Kiril a work offer through the Internet. The initial agreement was such that the young man was supposed to construct an internet site focusing on helping teens to cope with suicidal problems.

In January 2004 Kiril Cherkov has disappeared without a trace. It wasn"t until June of this year that two bodies were discovered nearby Roschino village of Leningrad"s region. One of the bodies was that of Kiril's and the other of a 19-year-old suicide cult member Dima Romkin. Both corpses were located not far away from father Georgi's country residence. Investigation determined that both had been poisoned by psychotropic substances and brutally sodomized before and after death. Grigori was requested to be tested for DNA for comparison with the DNA found in the young men's bodies but his religious affiliation freed him of this requirement.  No criminal charges had been filed.

"MK" writes that suicidal teenagers used to gather at Kiril's apartment. Most of the time, up to 15 young people inhabited the flat. The priest paid all the expenses. At the first, the idea seemed to be quite noble. Female psychologist by the name of Alice, who was also hired by Grigori, had to assist the teenagers in coping with their personal problems.

The following is a short description of a typical day in the apartment, as told by Alice. "Typical day of a suicidal teenager: sleeping till 2-3 pm. Afterwards, just sitting, walking around, smoking non-stop in the kitchen. Alcohol consumption is more than welcome in unlimited quantities. Sex is encouraged by Grigori including forcible sodomy of the male teenagers. Lack of any occupation; hatred. What Lurie does to children is horrible.". In the course of his entire stay with Lurie, Kiril used to send daily e-mails. Nowadays, these e-mails serve as the only evidence in still non-existent criminal case against "Death lovers club", reports "MK". The letters clearly indicate the way Kiril's mental health has been deteriorating.

Kiril's mother considers father Grigori responsible for her son's death. "I am willing to sacrifice my own life just to see this man held responsible for what he had done to my son. It is he who is responsible for the death of my son, because he is the founder of the god damned club," says she.

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Rerun: Scared boy, angry man, sleeping dog (orig. 01/14/10)

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Rerun: Sypha presents ... The Ultimate Whitehouse Day (orig. 11/30 - 12/01/07)

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(-old Come Organisation slogan).

Introduction

“this album marks the beginning of a second coming- the nascent dawn of electronic music as fathered by throbbing gristle and cabaret voltaire in 1976 until now electronic music has lacked two things- firstly aggression and force- it has always been laid back, unashamedly muzak- secondly it has lacked feeling intensity and relevancy whitehouse is a three piece group who are violently uncompromising both musically and lyrically while possessing a new sense of direction in the spectrum they have very little in common with the common crop of electronic pop bands and this album should not be confused with such”
(original sleeve notes from Birthdeath Experience, Whitehouse’s debut album, 1980)

Whitehouse is an experimental, avant-garde musical project pioneered by William Bennett, that specialize in extreme electronic music. They are often lumped into the noise, industrial, or power electronics genre (in fact, it was them who first coined the phrase “power electronics”). Founded in 1980, they released nine albums during the years 1980-1985, all released through Bennett’s very own Come Organisation record label (which also released albums by other influential artists such as Nurse With Wound, Maurizio Bianchi, and Sutcliffe Jugend). During this time period they also played many infamous and legendary concerts (or “live actions” to use their phrase for it). However, they were shunned by the music press at large and their albums were reviled by many. Come Organisation closed down in the mid-80’s and many of Whitehouse’s albums went out of print, where they soon became very expensive collector’s items. At the end of the 80’s Bennett formed a new record label, Susan Lawly, which he runs to this day, and Whitehouse began releasing albums again. In addition, Susan Lawly also began re-releasing a lot of the old Whitehouse albums and other Come Organisation releases in digitally enhanced CD format. Since 1990 Whitehouse have gone on to release a further ten albums, most recently Racket which came out earlier this year. In contrast to their heyday, they are now a well-respected band in many intellectual circles, and if anything are more popular now than they were back then. Whitehouse have inspired whole generations of other noise artists, not to mention the whole Japanoise scene in Japan (such as Merzbow). In the old days Whitehouse’s music consisted of harsh white/pink noise, water sound effects, double feedback, piercing synth tones, subsonic bass, and heavily distorted, screechy vocals. In the 90’s the band began moving away from analog noise towards more of a digital sound. More recently, they’ve begun experimenting with “unconventional acoustic rhythmic elements” (they call this style “Afro-Noise”). In any event, they’re one of those bands that just get better as they age, and they’ve always stayed true to the idea of experimentation, always trying new things, refusing to fall back on old ideas. Even the topic of their lyrics have changed, from the earlier themes of serial killers, Nazi genocide and sexual violence to more recent explorations of Scientology, fast seduction “forbidden” patterns, Dark NLP, metalanguage, and so forth. With this Day I introduce you to the key players of Whitehouse, a detailed timeline of the band, their discography, ten essential albums, a sampling of the band’s lyrics, some live clips, links, and so forth. Whitehouse fans are some of the most fanatical fans I can think of (there was even a fan club in Japan called the Fanatics who put out a few Whitehouse singles in the early 90’s) and with this Day I hope you will see why this is so.

In 1979, William Bennett, then at the age of 19, formed his own record label, Come Organisation, inspired by other small labels such as Industrial Records and The Residents’ Ralph Records. He began releasing music under the name Come, with himself on guitar and vocals, Mute Records founder Daniel Miller on synth bass, and one or two other studio musicians. Come released a single (Come Sunday) in 1979 and an album (Rampton) in early 1980. In 1980 Bennett formed Whitehouse and made that his primary project, though Come did release a second album, I’m Jack, in 1981. Annoyed with the commercial direction that many of the pioneering avant-garde electronic groups were heading in at the time (such as TG and Cabaret Voltaire), he decided that Whitehouse would fill the void left by those bands. Steve Stapleton of Nurse With Wound exposed Bennett to many experimental musicians that would go on to have an influence on the early Whitehouse sound, such as Robert Ashley, Alvin Lucier, Throbbing Gristle, early Tangerine Dream, Yoko Ono, Cromagnon, John Cage, and more. As William Bennett recalls in an interview in issue 282 of The Wire (August 2007):

“In the early 80s, the things that were happening in the experimental and underground scene were really diverse, people doing all sorts of things. We saw ourselves as coming out of a classical avant garde tradition. Through Steve Stapleton of Nurse With Wound I was exposed to things like Karlheinz Stockhausen and Robert Ashley. His record collection was the major collection of the age and he had a huge influence on me. He really opened my ears to so much music that I had never previously heard of. Yoko Ono’s Fluxus period was another massive influence, the way she used her voice as an instrument. I would be inspired by things like the weird vocal delivery of stage hypnotists. We were all experimenting in all sorts of different ways and directions, both in content and form.”

Regarding the Throbbing Gristle influence:

“Throbbing Gristle were certainly the main inspiration for me at first. But it was more to do with what they didn’t do, what they didn’t achieve, than what they actually did. It was like, why are they trying to move into the mainstream? Why are they trying to make music? It was because they finally learned how to play their instruments that they got to that stage. But I was moving in the opposite direction. I could already play. I was a classically trained guitarist but I was deliberately moving away from that.”

More recently, on Bennett’s blog, he went into more details on his thoughts on P-Orridge:

“Simon Reynolds' much-feted Rip It Up And Start Again is an entertaining but ultimately shoddily researched book about what he describes as 'post-punk'; he has far less grasp on the literary and artistic cultural references he bandies about than he and his band of nostalgic mostly fortysomething readers might like to think. But that's rock writers for you. Anyway, enough of that.
--------On a personal note, it's irritating how Reynolds' included unverified quotes from Neil Megson get lazily regurgitated in various quarters, and once again, in this month's Wire magazine, Megson eagerly jumps at the opportunity tossed in his direction. And before I continue, I should state for the record that I admire both Chris and Cosey, nor do I have a problem with Sleazy (despite not being especially familiar with his latter-day work).
--------Hippie Megson has been playing the numbers game since the early 70s, trying his luck at almost any thing in the hope of hitting the big celebrity jackpot that, like the grapes to Tantalus, so sadly seems to keep eluding him. And despite the bold bulimic rhetoric he utilises in conversation, Megson in all that time - with the assistance of his trusty sidekick, the Oxford Rhyming Dictionary - has not managed (in my opinion) to write one single half-decent set of lyrics. His continual griping and posturing and bitching and rationalising and whingeing and namechecking and boasting says a lot more about him than it does about anyone else: a subtext of why he doesn't get the recognition and public love for everything that, at least in his own addled moral worldview, he feels he's invented or achieved, and donated to the world.
--------The ironic and disappointing truth is that he's not a man in drag at all, I really wish he was. He's Nicholas Fairbairn with piercings.”

(In the afore-mentioned Reynolds book the writer claims how Bennett would often go to Amsterdam where he would buy specialist porn magazines with titles like Tit Pulp and Shit Fun. This information came from a Nurse With Wound interview, but Reynolds was obviously unaware that it was just Steve Stapleton joking around. Though Reynolds’ book is very good it was obvious that he was very lazy in terms of researching Whitehouse).

In particular Bennett didn’t like the 20 Jazz Funk Greats album that Throbbing Gristle
put out in 1979, which he saw as a sell-out record. With Whitehouse, Bennett wanted to take the extreme elements of Gristle’s earlier sound (as seen in songs such as “Slug Bait”) and push it towards even greater extremes, to take it to its logical conclusion. In short, to create the sort of albums that the Marquis de Sade would have probably made, to create “the most repellent albums ever recorded.” The Sound of Sadism. At the very least, this was Whitehouse’s primary motivation back in the early 80’s. For his part, P-Orridge doesn’t mention Whitehouse much at all, but he did have this to say at the end of Wreckers of Civilization: The Story of COUM Transmissions & Throbbing Gristle:

“We’d left a rather unhealthy residue of people and ideas, albeit because people had chosen to misunderstand what we were saying. It got into this thing of who could shock each other the most, SPK doing videos of dead bodies and Whitehouse for example, who I instantly and totally despised. Making a hole for those kind of people to crawl through was quite scary.”

It should be noted here that perhaps a big reason why Genesis hated the Come Organisation was because he was credited as the writer of the sleeve notes for the Come Org release The New Order, which in fact he didn’t write at all.

On the origin of the band name Whitehouse:

“The name is a play on words: Whitehouse is both the name of a British sex magazine and the surname of Mary, an English activist, now deceased, on a constant crusade against the alleged proliferation of 'filth' on TV and other media.” -William Bennett


Whitehouse: The Principal Players

William Bennett


(William Bennett today)

Age: 47
Gender: Male
Astrological Sign: Pisces
Zodiac Year: Rat
• Industry: Arts
Occupation: Animal Response Technician
Location: Edinburgh : Scotland : United Kingdom
• Founder of Whitehouse, Come Organisation, Susan Lawly

Interests
• arthouse film, burlesque, method acting, Spanish, hypnosis, clothes fetish girls, Girls in uniform, 50’s fashion, contemporary art, Japan, noise, chimpanzees, wolves, philosophy, cats, white sharks, Africa, the bizarre, The uncanny, linguistics, magic, Italy, handwriting, mango, djembe, Israel, writing, erotic photography, mythology, Haiti, NLP, EST, chocolate, sacrilege, massage, French, poetry
Favorite Movies
• Process, A Woman Under The Influence, The Baby, Saw III, La Peau Douce Nostalghia, The Birds, Festen, The Five Obstructions, Sympathy For Lady Vengeance, Manhattan, Dogville, Project X, La Dentellière, Being There, Fire Walk With Me, Memento, Tokyo Story, Los Olvidados, Babe 2, Adaptation, Dead Ringers, Blue Water White Death, The Incredible Journey, Audition, La Cérémonie, The Notebook, Glengarry Glen Ross, L'Amour L'Après-midi, The Bridge To Terabithia
Favorite Music
• Kronos Quartet, John Dowland, Incapacitants, Fela Kuti, Yoko Ono, Leonard Cohen, John Coltrane, Tujiko Noriko, Survivor, Stella Vander, Scott Walker, Albert Ayler, Patrick Cowley, Shannon, JS Bach, Bob Dylan, Italo Disco, J-Pop, Stockhausen, Talk Talk, Angelo Badalamenti, Alvin Lucier, Colt, Stevie Nicks, Donna Parker, Bohren, Britney Spears
Favorite Books
• Straw Dogs, The Incredible Shrinking Son Of Man, Impro, Juliette, Catwatching, Women Who Run With The Wolves, Elvis: The Last 24 Hours, American Psycho, Casino Game Protection, Lolita, Dangerous Men And Adventurous Women, Jane Eyre, The Hanged Man, My Voice Will Go With You, Next Of Kin


(William Bennett in 1984)


Philip Best



Dirty Word Specialist
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Astrological Sign: Gemini
Zodiac Year: Horse
• Industry: Arts
Location: Bristol : United Kingdom
• Did his doctoral thesis on: "Apocalypticism in the Fiction of William S. Burroughs, J.G. Ballard & Thomas Pynchon". University of Durham, 1998.

Interests
• national geographic, the uncanny, victorian photography, shamelessness, wartime diaries, joseph conrad, indonesia, daimohk, Seahorses, rope
Favorite Movies
• the serpent's egg, sauve qui peut (la vie), lipstick, andrei rublev, onibaba, il deserto rosso, juvenile court, melody, l'enfant sauvage, no direction home, le chagrin et la pitié, vivre sa vie, opening night, vertigo, shoah, hitler: ein film aus deutschland, prova d'orchestra, the innocents, stevie, pickpocket, possession, echos aus einem düstern reich, le locataire, tenderness of the wolves
Favorite Music
• robert ashley, scriabin, parmegiani, bootlegs, albert ayler, sun ra, roland kayn, fela kuti, magma, hijokaidan, scelsi, ensemble unicorn, benjamin britten, cecil taylor, 80s tangerine dream, bayle, bob dylan, alice coltrane, ocora label, charlemagne palestine, Conrad Schnizler, Crass, Deathprod, Stella Vander, Corrupted, Band of Gypsys, La Monte Young
Favorite Books
• sanctuary, the driver's seat, lolita - annotated edition, faerie queene, besy, victory, lexicon devil, one more minute for courtney please, blood meridian, intercourse, the unconsoled, the lost ones, sin suffering hope and the true way, the notebook, raised by wolves, genie: a scientific tragedy, gravity's rainbow, the brutality of fact


Peter Sotos



Pornographic writer, perhaps best known for his arrest on obscenity and child pornography possession charges in the mid-80s. Writer of the Pure fanzine which is much beloved by many members of the power electronics community. Was an important member of Whitehouse’s live shows for many years up until 2002. Some of his text was incorporated into many of the band’s lyrics, and at one point his audio collages were also worked into the band’s albums.
Kevin Tomkins
Founder of the noise band Sutcliffe Jugend, later on joined up with Whitehouse around 1982. Was a member of many of the live shows during the 1980’s. Later on quit the band in 1985 and supposedly got married, sold all his albums and music equipment, and had a religious conversion (Tompkins denies this last rumor, claiming in a recent interview to having always been an atheist). Reformed Sutcliffe Jugend in the 1990’s and put out a few more albums. Recently released another album under the Sutcliffe Jugend name in 2007. Still going strong.
Steve Stapleton
Founder of Nurse With Wound, and a good friend of Bennett in the 1980’s, before they had a falling out in the early 90’s. His record collection introduced Bennett to many obscure, experimental artists who went on to inspire the Whitehouse sound. Stapleton also did the cover art for a few of the Come Organisation’s album releases (most notably The 150 Murderous Passions, a collaboration between Nurse With Wound and Whitehouse and an album picked by Jim O’Rourke as one of the ten best noise albums of all time), and played with Whitehouse at their very first live action.
Steve Albini
Noted Chicago producer/musician who produced many of Whitehouse’s albums during the 1990’s.
Stefan Jaworzyn
Member of the bands Skullflower and Ascension. Played one live action with Whitehouse in the 80’s, plus three more gigs in 1990 when the band started doing shows again. Also contributed to the Twice is Not Enough album.
Jim Goodall
Played seven live shows with Whitehouse alongside Bennett and Sotos during the band’s 1993 American tour. Also appeared on the Halogen album. Don’t know much else about him, other than he was also a drummer for the band Medicine at one point.
Glen Michael Wallis
Founder of experimental 80’s band Konstruktivists, he played in some of the very earliest Whitehouse live actions, and also three more gigs when the band began doing live shows again in 1990.
David Tibet
Co-wrote the song “Thank Your Lucky Stars” while vacationing with Bennett in Madrid in 1987. Other than that, hasn’t done much else with the band at all, though he did hang out with Bennett and Stapleton quite a bit in the 80’s.
John Murphy
Played in a few of the very earliest Whitehouse live actions. Appears on the Psychopathia Sexualis album on that record’s live extract.
Peter McKay
Engineer at IPS, contributed to many of Whitehouse’s Come Org albums. Whereabouts unknown.
Paul Reuter
Contributed as a musician to the first three Whitehouse albums. Never played with the band live.
Andrew MacKenzie
Don’t know much about this guy at all, other than that he played one and only one Whitehouse live action, the band’s very first one, and that was it. I think he also might have been editor of Kata, which was the Come Organisation newsletter.
Trevor Brown
Noted artist who contributed many album covers for Whitehouse during the 90’s, such as Twice is not Enough, Halogen, Quality Time, and Mummy & Daddy, along with the cover for the Just Like a Cunt and Dictator singles and the Another Crack of the White Whip compilation.
Daniel Miller
Founder of Mute Records, friend of William Bennett. Played synth bass on the Come single and album under the alias “Doctor Death.” He’s the guy who introduced Bennett to IPS studio.
Alan Gifford
Does the graphic design for many of the Susan Lawly products.
Denis Blackham
Masters pretty much all of the current Whitehouse albums, also handled the digital remastering of many of the old Come Organisation releases.
George Peckham
Did the original LP mastering for pretty much all the old Whitehouse/Come Organisation albums, at Porky Prime Cuts.
Judith Howard
An associate for Susan Lawly who wrote the texts for the Extreme Music From Women and Extreme Music From Russia CD booklets. Has also done quite a few interviews with William Bennett, all of which are posted on the Susan Lawly website.
Stefan Danielsson
Swedish artist who did the cover art for recent Whitehouse release Racket. Very influenced by the art of Africa and Haiti.
Miguel Angel Martin
Cult Spanish comic book artist who illustrated comics for some of the Whitehouse Katas in the 1980’s. Also contributed the cover art for the band’s Tokyo Halogen live album.
Jordi Valls
Whitehouse’s manager in the Come Org days. Also linked to the Genesis P-Orridge/Psychic TV scene.

Dark NLP: Forbidden Seduction Patterns (from Wikipedia)

--------In the Seduction community, there are certain Neuro-Linguistic Programming Patterns which are said to be "Forbidden". These patterns have been developed by the major students and teachers of the Speed Seduction school, and are vehemently protected from the public eye by those who know them. This is because the inherent manipulative and insidious nature of these patterns make them, according to these 'Gurus', morally unacceptable as public knowledge.
--------The 'October Man Sequence' is one of the most sought after of these patterns.
Originally developed by seductionists In10se and Swinggcat, the October Man Sequence is so sought after because it is said to be the single most powerful NLP routine made for use in seduction, and, one could argue, because of the fact that it is touted as a big, bad 'forbidden' secret, known only to the best of the best. The usefulness and functionality of the sequence sparks heated debate within the community, and this could be for a few reasons.
--------Firstly, many are skeptical as to whether any NLP 'pattern' could create the results proponents of this particular sequence claim to. It has been touted as achieving "15 minute lays", insinuating that users of this pattern have gone from meet to intercourse within 15 minutes. Whether one pattern could achieve this sort of result is debatable.
--------Secondly, many of the current generation Pick Up Artist's were introduced to the community through Neil Strauss's book The Game, which presents an unfavorable view of NLP and Speed Seduction. This results in many of the current day seductionists being wary of NLP patterns, and automatically dismissive of Speed Seduction teachings.
--------There is much debate from among who don't possess this pattern as to what the pattern actually accomplishes. Some suggest that it installs in the target an unconscious compulsion which anchors every thought outside of the PUA with pain, and every thought involving the PUA to pleasure.
--------Others stipulate that it simply installs an anchor for good feelings when the PUA pulls the target in, and bad feelings when the PUA pushes the target away.
--------However most PUA's will not learn this particular technique, but more techniques with even greater claimed power could easily be created by someone with the will and time to absorb NLP information from other sources, to equip them with the information needed to make their own patterns.
--------These sorts of "instant control" techniques, though, usually appeal to those wanting a quick fix to their perceived shortcomings, and those who desire an unhealthy appetite for control of others.
--------While not verified by either in10se or Swinggcat, the October Man Sequence is said to consist of the following three patterns:
--------‘The Hospital Pattern'. This pattern serves to fractionate the subject from intense feelings of pain to pleasure, and swing the subjects emotions like a pendulum. The pain is anchored to something away from the PUA, while pleasure is anchored directly to the PUA. This technique not only emotionally distorts the subject into a state of feeling disoriented with the outside world, but also creates a feeling of safety within the PUA's presence, building a disorienting semi-dependency.
--------'The Gemini Pattern'. This pattern is designed to create two subconscious identities in the subject. One being the socially adhering, conservative identity, the other being the sexually free, socially uninhibited identity. Once these two identities are built, the desired identity is brought out of the subject, replacing the identity not desired (by the PUA) as the major source of personal direction for the subject.
--------'The Rising Sun Pattern'. This pattern installs the idea of a 'shadow' within the subject, which harbors all of the subjects natural (read - sexual) desires and fantasies. Once the concept of the shadow has been installed, the concept is enlarged, until the idea becomes tangible and real to the subject. The PUA will then guide the subject into stepping 'into' the shadow, and assume its dominance.
--------These three patterns serve to not only anchor a multitude of desirable feelings to the PUA, but fractionates these with the painful and undesirable feelings anchored outside of the PUA. It then builds a new sexual identity within the subject, and allows this identity to gain dominance. The effect is then reinforced with a post-hypnotic guiding of the subject into the concept of a 'shadow' which holds all the subjects repressed desires and fantasies, inducing the subject to act with greater sexual recklessness.
--------The patterns themselves should generally not be posted verbatim for mass consumption. Those with a found understanding of Neuro Linguistic Programming would be able to create patterns using the guide above, but those without a thorough understanding of NLP may misuse the patterns if they were posted word-for-word.
Although, the counter-argument to this being, those without a thorough knowledge of NLP would likely not be able to perform these sorts of patterns as proficiently as needed to induce the sorts of changes aimed for within the subject.
Retrieved from "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Mathmo/October_man_sequence"


Whitehouse: A Timeline

This timeline is divided into two segments. Part one deals with the band during the Come Organisation days, while part two deals with the more recent Susan Lawly era.




(Come Organisation Logo)

(Note: Nearly all Whitehouse/Come Organisations released during this period were recorded at IPS studios in London, where many Nurse With Wound albums were recorded also. All Whitehouse albums were put out by the Come Organisation).
1977: William Bennett, age 17, discovers the writings of the Marquis de Sade while as a university student in Glasgow, Scotland.
1978: William Bennett acquires the Grove Press editions of de Sade’s books. He also begins collecting books on serial murders (which were scarce at the time) and on the second world war. Essential Logic, a UK post-punk band, forms. For a short period of time, William Bennett would play guitar for Essential Logic (he was a classically trained guitarist). It was during this period that Bennett began to conceive the Whitehouse sound. From the Whitehouse website: "While I was playing guitar up onstage with Essential Logic as an 18-year-old back in 1978, I often fantasised about creating a sound that could bludgeon an audience into submission. At that time Essential Logic toured with The Normal (Daniel Miller) and Robert Rental with whom I became friends. Daniel inspired me and helped me to do it while Robert sold me an uncontrollably vicious beast of a synthesiser which subsequently became the heart of the Whitehouse sound."
1979: Essential Logic release the EP “Wake Up” which features Bennett as a guest guitarist. William Bennett forms his own record label, the Come Organisation. Their first release, the “Come Sunday” single, is released in September. It receives airplay on John Peel’s show.
1980: William Bennett forms Whitehouse in February of this year. In March Come Org releases the Come album Rampton. In April, Whitehouse records their first album Birthdeath Experience. In August, they record their second album, Total Sex (before the first album has even been released!) Birthdeath Experience is released in September. In October, the band record their third album, Erector.Total Sex is released in November. Original copies of the album featured handmade sleeves that contained extracts from de Sade’s 120 Days of Sodom, but due to censorship these sleeves are withdrawn and new ones are made.
1981:Erector is released in February. The following month, Whitehouse record their fourth album, Dedicated to Peter Kurten, Sadist and Mass Slayer. The album is released in May. In July, Whitehouse record their fifth album, Buchenwald, which is released in September.
1982: Philip Best, age 14, joins Whitehouse after running away from home. This same year Philip Best starts his own record label, Iphar, and his own magazine, Intolerance (of which there are five issues). He also starts his own band, Consumer Electronics. William Bennett begins corresponding with Peter Sotos. In January Whitehouse record their sixth studio album, New Britain. In February of this year Whitehouse plays their first few live actions (for the first show, the line-up was William Bennett, Steve Stapleton, and Andrew MacKenzie). New Britain is released in March. In May, Whitehouse record their seventh album, Psychopathia Sexualis. The album is released two months later, in July.
1983: Whitehouse embarks on their first USA tour in April. Sutcliffe Jugend and Consumer Electronics fold as Tomkins and Best join Whitehouse. Peter Sotos completes the first issue of Pure shortly after the USA Whitehouse tour. That same April Whitehouse record their eight studio album, Right to Kill, which is released in very small quantities in June.
1984: Philip Best disbands Iphar. Whitehouse record their ninth studio album, Great White Death, in November. Whitehouse embarks on a second US tour this year.
1985: IPS studios sadly closes down. Around the same time, Whitehouse releases Great White Death in February. It is to be the last Whitehouse album for a few years. William Bennett, following Whitehouse’s final live shows in Madrid, returns to the UK only to find his flat robbed of all possessions. So he decides to move to Madrid and start a new life there.
1986: Nothing much happened this year. Come Organisation gradually fizzles out.




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(Note: All Whitehouse’s albums during this phase were released on Bennett’s new label, Susan Lawly).
1987: In September of this year, Whitehouse reactivates. They record a new album during this month at Steve Albini’s studio in Chicago (at this point Albini and Sotos had become good friends). The album is called Thank Your Lucky Stars.
1990: In April of this year Whitehouse do their first live action since early ‘85. They also finally release Thank Your Lucky Stars in July. Throughout this year in 1991 they also work on a new studio album, Twice is not Enough.
1991: Whitehouse continue work on Twice is not Enough.
1992: In January of this year Whitehouse release their 11th studio album, Twice is not Enough. In April Whitehouse records a new album, Never Forget Death, at Von’s Studio in London. In September Whitehouse release Never Forget Death.
1993: Whitehouse returns to Albini’s studio in Chicago in December to record a new album, Halogen. Sotos starts a new magazine, Parasite. Best starts playing live with Whitehouse again.
1994: Whitehouse’s 13th album, Halogen, is released in April of this year.
1995: Peter Sotos discontinues his Parasite magazine due to his mail being watched. Whitehouse begin recording a new album, Quality Time, in September of this year, at Albini’s studio in Chicago. The album is released in November.
1996: Whitehouse release the “Just Like a Cunt” single.
1998: In February and March of this year Whitehouse record their 15th studio album, Mummy & Daddy. It is released in April.
2000: Whitehouse begin work on a new record, Cruise.
2001: Whitehouse complete the recording of Cruise and release it in March.
2002: Whitehouse record Bird Seed at various recording studios in Edinburgh and Bristol. In October it is announced that Peter Sotos is no longer a part of the band.
2003: Whitehouse release their 17th studio album, Bird Seed, in February of this year.
2005: Whitehouse record Asceticists 2006 in various Edinburgh recording studios.
2006: Whitehouse release their 18th studio album, Asceticists 2006, in February.
2007: Release of Whitehouse’s 19th studio album, Racket. During a live action in Belfast in September William Bennett falls off the stage and has to be ambulanced to a hospital, where his injuries (mostly broken ribs) force the band to cancel all further 2007 live actions and appearances. He also announces that he will no longer perform vocals on albums, preferring to focus on writing lyrics, doing production, and the music itself.

Negative Review #1: Great White Death (by John Gill, Time Out 1985)

“Most concerned liberal writers have given Whitehouse a wide berth, but I think it’s just about time we organized a lynch mob for these sickos. They emerged in the middle of the avant/industrial electronics era taking the ironic influence of Throbbing Gristle to extremes that were stupidly schoolboyish but nonetheless repulsive, hymning mass murderers, rapists, sexual violence and vicious misogyny. They produce albums, dozens of them, like this- 40 minutes of a baboon playing with an amplified generator accompanied by some twisted middle-class kiddie ranting on about slicing up women. Intellectuals from de Sade through to Genesis P-Orridge might justify such confrontationist but Whitehouse transform such dubious theory into sickening, undereducated fact. Why do I write about them? Their output puts the lie to the ignore them and they’ll go away theory, and I want to stop them. One individual tainted by their ideas Is one far too many.”
(-reprinted from the Great White Death Liner notes).


Whitehouse Discography

(Studio Albums)
1. Birthdeath Experience (1980)
2. Total Sex (1980)
3. Erector (1981)
4.Dedicated To Peter Kurten (1981)
5.Buchenwald (1981)
6. New Britain (1982)
7. Psychopathia Sexualis (1982)
8. Right To Kill (1983)
9. Great White Death (1984)
10. Thank Your Lucky Stars (1990)
11. Twice Is Not Enough (1991)
12. Never Forget Death (1992)
13. Halogen (1994)
14. Quality Time. (1995)
15. Mummy And Daddy (1998)
16. Cruise (2001)
17. Bird Seed (2003)
18. Asceticists 2006 (2006)
19. Racket (2007)

(Live albums)
Tokyo Halogen (1995)

(Singles/12”)
Thank Your Lucky Stars/Sadist (1989)
Still Going Strong/Ankles & Wrists (1991)
Dictator 2 (1994)
Just Like a Cunt: William Bennett vocal mix (1996)
Cruise (2001)
Wriggle Like a Fucking Eel (2002)

Scientology L Rundown
L10 2D LIST 1
(After each valid answer ask "Who would make you guilty for that")

Name: ______________________________
Date: ______________________________
01. Has somebody embarrassed you sexually? _____
02. Has sex with someone been boring to you? _____
03. Has someone persuaded you to engage in a sexual activity when you didn't want to? _____
04. Have you ever felt degraded about a sexual experience? _____
05. Has somebody seduced you? _____
06. Has somebody used sex with you to obtain favors? _____
07. Has somebody led you on sexually? _____
08. Has somebody withheld sex from you? _____
09. Has somebody invalidated you sexually? _____
10. Have you ever been heartbroken? _____
11. Have you ever bragged about sexual experiences? _____
12. Has somebody lied to you about their sexual past? _____
13. Has somebody used you sexually? _____
14. Have you ever been raped? _____
15. Has somebody degraded you sexually? _____
16. Has somebody drugged you for sexual purposes? _____
17. Has somebody flirted with you when you didn't want them to? _____
18. Has somebody been unfaithful to you? _____
19. Have you ever daydreamed about anyone sexually? _____
20. Has somebody told you that sex was bad? _____
21. Has somebody pretended to enjoy sex with you? _____
22. Was somebody mean to you as a child? _____
23. Did anyone perform sexual actions with you as a child? _____
24. Were your parents mean to you? _____
25. Did you have any sexual withholds from your parents? _____
26. Were your brothers and sisters mean to you? _____
27. Has somebody rejected you sexually? _____
28. Have children ever bothered or disturbed you? _____
29. Did someone try to abort you? _____
30. Did someone want an abortion when you didn't? _____
31. Were you ever neglected as a child? _____
32. Were you ever abused as a child? _____
33. Did you ever hate your parents? _____
34. Has a sexual partner been cruel to you? _____
35. Was anyone cruel to you as a child? _____
36. Was another child favored over you? _____
37. Were you spoiled as a child? _____
38. Did you feel that a brother or sister was spoiled? _____
39. Were you mishandled as a child? _____
40. As a child did you ever destroy your toys to get even? _____
41. As a child did you ever destroy another's possessions out of revenge? _____
42. Have you been forced sexually? _____
43. Have you been implanted with sexual compulsions? _____
44. Have you been implanted with sexual inhibitions? _____
45. Have you been implanted that sex was evil? _____
46. Have you been implanted with sexual pictures? _____
47. Have you been given any false data about sex? _____
48. Do you feel the effect of anything about sex? _____
49. Do you have any opinions about sex that you find hard to express? _____
50. Is there anything concerning sex that you have a withhold about? _____


Whitehouse: Ten essential albums



Birthdeath Experience

The album where it all began. When I first started getting into Whitehouse, I initially ordered five of their CDs. This was one of the five. It was the first Whitehouse album I ever listened to, and to this day it’s one of my all-time favorites. Like most Whitehouse albums, there are only 6 tracks, and the album itself is under 30 minutes, like many other Whitehouse albums. It contains some classic tracks such as “Rock and Roll” (which is one of the few old songs the band still plays live today) and “The Second Coming.” The last track on the album, “Birthdeath Experience,” is nothing but silence for over five minutes. On this album, the personal included William Bennett (on vocals and synthesizers), Paul Reuter (on synthesizer) and Peter McKay (effects and engineer). Equipment used included 2 EDP Wasp synthesizers (one of which was modified by TG’s Chris Carter, ironically enough), ElectroHarmonix Memory Man, and a Tone Generator. The album doesn’t sound nearly as harsh as the ones that follow, but is still an enjoyable listen. Kind of hard to describe the sound: lots of flanged vocals, bursts of static noise, high-pitched tones, gurgling synths, etc.




Erector

Aah, one of my all-time favorite Whitehouse albums. Released in 1981, this was Whitehouse’s third album, and according to William Bennett, one of the first Whitehouse albums to have a sense of direction. This album is perhaps best known for its infamous cover art, which is that of a spotlit prick designed by Steve Stapleton off Bennett’s concept. Many presses refused to do the cover art so the band resorted to photocopying the cover art themselves and attaching it to the sleeves manually. This was the last Whitehouse album to feature Paul Reuter. From this point on, it was mostly William Bennett and Peter McKay for the rest of Whitehouse’s Come Organisation releases, with the exception of Right to Kill and Great White Death. The album consists of four tracks: “Erector,” “Shitfun,” “Socratisation Day” and “Avisodomy.” Sonically, these songs were much more brutal than the ones that had been on the previous two albums, with lots of feedback, high-pitched synth tones, explosions of noise, and deranged vocals. A masterpiece, and an album that influenced many future noise bands, especially in Japan.




Dedicated to Peter Kurten

In terms of sheer brutal noise, the obvious candidates would be either this one or New Britain. And while I love New Britain, I still prefer Dedicated to Peter Kurten. With this, their fourth album, Whitehouse took the extreme power electronics sound they discovered on Erector to even greater heights. Another classic 1981 Whitehouse album that was just as influential as the one that preceeded it, this one is something of a departure for Whitehouse as it had ten tracks as opposed to the usual 4-6, and none of the tracks are all that long, many only being barely over two minutes, giving the album a sort of punk intensity. It also introduced some new sounds to Whitehouse’s sonic palette, such as the trickling water sounds heard on “Pissfun” and “Dom.” It also features new versions of older Whitehouse songs such as “On Top,” “The Second Coming” and “Her Entry,” just done in the new style. Highlights include “Prosexist” and the title track, “Dedicated to Peter Kurten” which is one of the most abrasive songs I’ve ever heard in my life, I love it…




Right to Kill

To be honest, I think that, among the Come Organisation era, that albums such as Total Sex and New Britain were superior to this one. But because this is perhaps the most infamous Whitehouse album, I think it deserves a mention. Recorded and released in 1983, only limited quantities of the album were pressed (only around 300, according to Bennett). So even back in the day it was rare and hard to come by. It also has the honor of being one of two Whitehouse albums never released on CD (the other one is Psychopathia Sexualis). The latter hasn’t been released on CD because the master tapes are lost, while Right to Kill hasn’t been released on CD because: “Right To Kill was originally released in a very limited number (approx. 300 copies) as it was of a particularly clandestine nature. The label feels that to preserve its original intent is of great importance, despite an obvious desire to be able to widen its availability in the new digital format.” (off the Susan Lawly FAQ). Needless to say, there is a great demand to hear this album. It has been bootlegged, and it’s easy enough to come by using such programs as Soulseek, though because these are bootlegs the sound quality isn’t that great. As it is, the album is almost kind of a sequel to the Peter Kurten album, in that it’s also dedicated to a serial killer (in this case, Dennis Nilsen), has a lot of short tracks, and deals with very violent subject matter. Indeed, the songs on Right to Kill are among the most violent the band ever recorded, the track titles saying it all: “Cock Dominant,” “Prorapist,” “Bloodfucking,” and more. It Is also the only Whitehouse album to feature Bennett, Kevin Tomkins, and Philip Best on the same record. In fact, many of the songs on this album were originally Sutcliffe Jugend songs, such as “Queen Myra” and “New Sadist.” The most famous song on this album is probably “Tit Pulp,” a Philip Best track that the band still plays live every now and then to this day. Before I started collecting Whitehouse albums I first heard some of their songs on MP3.com years ago, and the first Whitehouse song I ever heard was “Tit Pulp” so that song will always have a special place in my heart.




Great White Death

Another of the original five Whitehouse CDs I ordered, this is another classic album. Perhaps the most professional sounding of the Come Org Whitehouse releases, it contains some of the band’s best known songs, such as “You Don’t Have to say Please” and “I’m Comin’ Up Your Ass.” At the time it was promoted as both the first and last Whitehouse album, and for awhile that was true. So popular that it was the first Whitehouse album reissued on CD. It’s also the only Whitehouse album to include both Tomkins and Sotos in the credits. Sonically not as harsh as, say, New Britain but still a very unique sounding album. Most of the lyrics on it were inspired by Linda Lovelace’s book Ordeal.




Mummy & Daddy

This is the album where Whitehouse began leaving behind their analog roots and began embracing a more digital sound. Has the classic track “A Cunt Like You” which could be one of their most intense songs ever. Also, the epic “Daddo” which sounds gloriously fucked up. After four songs, ends with a long 20+ minute Sotos audio collage. Oh yes, the Trevor Brown cover art is simply to die for.




Cruise

Another stunning album, released a few years after Mummy & Daddy. Opens up with “Cruise (Force the Truth)” possibly one of the band’s best songs, pure digital aggression. Plus the frenetic rapid-fire “Princess Disease”, the lovely noise blast that is “Movement 2000,” another Sotos audio collage, and so on.




Bird Seed

Another great post 2000 album, and also the last one to feature Sotos (in the form of yet another audio collage/ “drum solo”, his third and last one on a Whitehouse album… Bird Seed was released a few months after he was kicked out of the band). Features two of Whitehouse’s all-time greatest songs, “Wriggle Like a Fucking Eel” (a personal favorite) and “Cut Hands has the Solution.” Also one of the first Whitehouse albums to feature rhythms and acoustic instruments. A departure from the digital sound that had been showcased on their last two albums, pointing to an exciting new future.




Asceticists 2006

This is their 18th major studio album. And man, oh man, does it pack a wallop. I’ve been listening to it non-stop recently and it gets better and better each time. While not as sonically harsh as their earliest work, it displays a much more ambitious sound then their older albums, and lyrically, it takes the band to new heights. Whitehouse, now a duo of band founder William Bennett and the slightly younger Philip Best, have taken their game to a whole new level. This could very well be my favorite Whitehouse album.

Asceticists 2006 began as a William Bennett solo album called “The Asceticist” that originally was supposed to be released in 2005. Eventually, it was decided to combine material from that album, a solo album Philip Best was working on, and combine what they had into a new Whitehouse album. And by jove, it works! Tracks 1-2 and 6 were from Best’s project, while 3, 4, 5, and 7 are Bennett’s, and the two styles create a very diverse listening experience. Having said that, Best does most of the lyrics on the album, while Bennett doesn’t contribute as much vocals as he usually does… which is too bad, as I love Bennett’s high-pitched shriek. Still, Best is a very good vocalist, and can yell like a motherfucker. Asceticists 2006 continues the African vibe that the band began to explore on their last album (2003’s classic Bird Seed). For example, the cover features words with three colors: Red, Yellow, and Green, while the CD label itself is decorated with what looks like a voodoo veve that could have come right out of the Voudon Gnostic Workbook! In keeping with this African style, most of the tracks feature a sort of random tribal percussion style. This style was somewhat explored on their last album, but here it comes front and center. So much for Bennett’s claim back in the 80’s that no one would ever hear a beat on a Whitehouse album!
--------The first track, “Dans”, kicks off with a noisy barrage that sounds like an army of birds having a psychotic fit inside of an amplifier before changing to a synth-bass heavy sonic attack over hectic drumming, with Philip Best’s rabid vocals distorted to a deranged degree as he spits out the usual vitriolic words, these ones being about child dancers, terrorist bombings, and what not. Intense, his delivery on this track almost reminds many of that of Hitler. Even better is track 2, “Language Recovery”, which starts with a blast of static before abruptly changing into another hectic djembe beat that sounds almost like a galloping horse. Best does vocals on this one too, and the lyrics appear to be an attack on former band member Peter Sotos, who split with the band a few years ago (and who has been trashing them in books and interviews as of late). What we have here, then, is the power electronics equivalent of some sort of hip-hop feud. Some of the lyrics might not make much sense to newbies of both artist’s work, though “ignorant goatish greybeard cunt” is kind of an obvious reference. William Bennett does the lyrics to track 3, “Guru”, which alternates between what sounds like a stentorian insect hum and a malfunctioning machine being operated by lunatics from an insane asylum. Bennett begins whispering his lyrics before raising his voice and going off into a usual tirade. Hypnotic.
--------Smack in the middle of the album is a short instrumental called “Nzambi Ia Lufua”… “beautiful” isn’t often a word I use to describe Whitehouse songs, but it’s a word that fits here… A mournful sounding song (it almost sounds like machines singing an unearthly harmony) laced with what sounds like manipulated air horns imitating the dying moans of pierced souls. So beautiful, yet so loud… and harsh! Just the way I like it. It’s followed by “Killing Hurts Give You The Secrets”. Bennett muttering what could almost be described as motivational lyrics over a low, thumping beat. Then the beat stops, and rising out of the silence like a spirit from Hell is a pulsating, accelerating noise that gradually gets louder and louder. Then the thumping beat comes back like a heartbeat, Philip Best starts ranting, then Bennett takes over the lead vocals again, and the song slowly and slowly becomes more and more intense until finally it grinds to a halt. Breathtaking.
--------Concluding the album are two shorter tracks, both heavily beat-orientated like the first two tracks on the album. “Ruthless Babysitting”, another track featuring Best on vocals, over cool tribal sounding drums. The last track, “Dumping the Fucking Rubbish”, is one of the album’s best. Beginning with a metallic beat that sounds like it could have come off SPK’s Leichenschrei, it also features a long bass synth drone that sounds like the dying gasp of an ancient synthesizer. Over this Best spits out more vitriol, before Bennett takes over the mike and sings the album’s last few lyrics.

Further thoughts on the album (taken from a 2006 entry on my MySpace blog:

--------So much of life is compromise. We live in a society that is constantly trying to beat us down with the mechanical, routine banality of everyday life. And all too often, we're eager to play by their rules, rather than to follow our own dreams. And I really do think that achieving your dreams is perhaps one of the greatest acts of rebellion you can enact. So many people are afraid to follow their dreams, however. And I'm not really sure why.
--------I really love the lyrics in the album Asceticists 2006 released by the noise band Whitehouse earlier this year, on Valentine's day actually. The final song on the album is called "Dumping the Fucking Rubbish," and I find deep meaning in the ending verse: "Rise up, rise up now, kill this fucking nightmare, living inside you." I love the idea of a philosophy that involves "dumping the rubbish", that is, getting rid of anything that's ever been holding you back, that's been keeping you from both realizing and actualizing your dreams... be it the religion you grew up with, the political viewpoints that have been enforced on you, conditioning that your parents provided you with when they raised you. Sometimes you need to THROW that all away.
--------On the aforementioned album there is another track, called "Killing Hurts Give You The Secrets". Again, some great lyrics:
"Do some fucking introspection/ Look down inside/ Explore the very essence of who-the-fuck you are/ and I don't know if you'll notice/ Just how fucking kept down and empty you are/ So alone/ So void/ So fucking lonely/ Explore that place/ You only find clouded memories of pathetic failures/ Pathetic limp needy frustrations/ and ridiculous missed dreams/ Ask yourself/ So this is it?/ This is what I've been grinding out?/ What an empty life/ Your miserable fucking life in general/ That miserably fails to address/ That deep longingness inside you/ That deep painful void."
--------And also:
"Like many go on living from one day to the next/ Pits of despair, hells of loneliness/ Squalid 2 Thousand fucking mile stares/ Fucking headbanging scum/ with some foul remnant taste of passers-by/ With feeling some lame passing taste of non-achievement/ Yet deep down inside/ There's this hole inside of them/ Empty, hollow, vacated"
--------I spoke earlier of compromise. It sickens me that I live in a world where people put a higher premium on money then they do anything else, that I'm forced to live in a world of bills and taxes, a world that pretty much forces you to have a job just to survive. Everyday at work I see people who are empty, hollow and vacated (not my co-workers, mainly the doltish customers we have to serve). People that Whitehouse lead singer William Bennett sees ss atrophied children: "Bitter, uncreative, closed-minded, frightened, unimaginative and often hostile individuals permanently scarred and internally damaged by their education and upbringing." I made the choice long ago to never end up like them: Boorish, rude people who, unable to follow their own dreams, do their best to bring down those of us who aspire to greater things in life, rather then to just lead some kind of banal, middle-of-the-road, routine existence. Which is why this year I made the choice to finally publish a book, and I hope that it is the first step to bigger and better things, a way to escape from the situation I find myself in. I think it's better to fail doing something ambitious than to succeed at mediocrity.
--------Final words of wisdom from Whitehouse, again from “Killing Hurts”: "People looking for that elusive it/ To fill deep void and emptiness inside/ Whatever this is that one thing/ That will make you feel a sense/ of wholeness, of completeness, of peace?/ Of happiness/ And when you have it/ When it's right in front of you/ Only then can you begin to: Feel that/ Or perhaps that feeling filling you up completely/ That's when you know that you've found/ That piece of you that was missing all along/ Though whatever that happiness truly is/ It's elusive/ You have to strike/ Once you find the slightest chance/ The slightest window of opportunity/ You'll have to grab it/ And you might just find it slipped away/ And you'll be left only holding thoughts/ Of what could have might have should have been/ The construct of regrets/ So when you do find it right in front of you/ Now do fucking take it."




Album title: Racket
Catalog #: SLCD029
Studio album #: 19
Release Date: May 31, 2007
Day I got it: June 9, 2007

Cover art: created by Stefan Danilsson. Very impressive. Looks almost like the kind of cover you'd see if you'd take some old CRASS albums and remixed them with some African/Voodoo imagery. In the past, Whitehouse has usually been known for their very minimalist, deliberately unarty covers, usually just text over a plain one-color background, and the only exceptions from this rule were the couple of albums that Trevor Brown did for them back in the 1990's. So it's kind of nice to see them branching out in this direction. In fact, of their CD releases, this is easily the best cover they've had, along with the one that Brown did for "Mummy & Daddy" (back in 1998). The dominant colors this time are brown and black, giving the booklet/back cover an almost cardboard appearance (though in fact the actual pages are glossy paper).

Booklet: 16 glossy brown pages with black text. Lyrics and credits are given for all of the songs. In addition to this, there are also two stunning full-color photographs of the band's primary members, William Bennett and Philip Best. These photographs are taken from a Whitehouse live action and are the work of a friend of mine from the DC blog, Melissa Musser (she also had a short story in "Userlands", so in that regard we're allies). Bennett is identified as an "Animal Response Technician" while Best is dubbed the "Dirty Word Specialist." As he's done for the last few Whitehouse releases, Bennett is listed as the album's producer. The booklet also lists the instruments used in the creation of the album. Now, in the past, Whitehouse has often been very vague about the instrumentation used, often just listing "instruments, Sony, Roland, Yamaha", and so forth. Here, however, they provide a more detailed list: Djembes, Doundouns, Ksings, Microphones, and Computers. This list gives the listener one of the first clues that this new album is more acoustic than electronic (another clue is the warning on the back cover, which states "Extreme Acoustic and Electronic Music"... the word "Acoustic" coming before "Electronic"). Many of the instruments listed are African in origin, which ties in with the album's cover and the group's new sound in general (indeed, Bennett is a Djembe player and has used the drum on the last two Whitehouse albums).

Tracks: Seven in all, just like their last album (Asceticists 2006). Seven tracks might not sound like a whole lot, but given that most Whitehouse albums usually have no more than six (indeed, many of the early albums they did back in the 1980's often had around 4 songs), this is more than usual.

Running time: Slightly under half an hour, again like Asceticists 2006. Kind of short, but I don't mind... it takes me about half an hour to drive to work anyway, so that allows me to listen to the entire album on the way up.

Track analysis:

1. Fairground Muscle Twitcher

The album kicks off with an instrumental track which serves as a sort of introduction. Bennett is listed as the creator of this track. At a little over two minutes, it provides a good opening. What sounds like a looping harmonica/air raid siren, sounding kind of like the backing noise on the song "Philosophy" (from their album "Bird Seed" back in 2003).

2. Mouthy Battery Beast

The second track is also the album's first vocal track, and is credited to both Best and Bennett, though Best handles all the vocal chores (a task he's been doing to a greater and greater frequency with each Whitehouse release). Of all the tracks on the album, this one seems most like one off A2006. In fact, the background beat sounds very much the same as the one used on "Language Recovery", only this time it seems a little less electronic, sounds much more acoustic. You can almost actually hear Bennett's hands striking the surface of the djembe! Over this racket Best shouts out his lyrics in his "Dans" style, only less distorted this time. Most of the lyrics seem to be extracted from "poems" that he sometimes posts on his blog (http://philipbest.blogspot.com/). And, as always, his delivery is priceless, especially when he sings "Of... Of... Of? Of Cat's Urine, Of Canine Stink, Of Rotten Animal Inheritance?" Also as usual, I don't have much of a clue as to what the fuck he's going on about, but I like a bit of mystery... At the moment, however, on first listen, this may be the weakest track on the album, but maybe my mind will change. I do like how in the second half of the song there are no vocals at all, just accelerating shards of noise over the hypnotic beats...

3. Dumping More Fucking Rubbish

Another vocal track, again credited to both Best and Bennett, with both of them sharing vocal duties. The track is an extended version of "Dumping the Fucking Rubbish", which was the final (and very brief) track off A2006. If anything, this version is even sparser and more stripped back than the original, mainly just a very erratic, stataco, hollow-sounding drum beat, with some weird noises going on in the background now and then. Best's vocals sound even more rabid than usual here, as he shouts out lyrics that are actually modified questions taken from Scientology security checks (such as "Is sex degrading to your body?" and "Been implanted with sexual compulsions?") In the song's second half Bennett takes over on vocals, and his screaming takes on the deranged aspect seen in older Whitehouse tracks such as "Wriggle Like a Fucking Eel" as he shouts "Rise up/ Rise up now/ Pull Yourself together/ And Kill This Fucking Nightmare/ That is Inside You/Now". When he chants "Dump the Fucking Rubbish" you just wish it would never end but, sadly, it does. These lyrics are better than any self-help book out there on the market IMO. The song end on a quiet note, much like it's predecessor, with just a simple cymbal-sounding click, obviously some sort of African instrument whose name eludes me.

4. The Avalanche

The album's midway point is a second instrumental, again credited to Bennett. This song has been played at many of their live shows, and was to have been on the tracklisting of last year's A2006 before it was replaced for "Dans." But Bennett promised back then that it would be on a future release and now here it is. An icy, arctic-sounding song, like Pan Sonic with teeth, lots of stuff going on in the background, very alien sounding. In the track's distance one can hear what sounds like a sort of rumbling, like an avalanche perhaps? H'mm. Anyway, cool song.

5. Bahnhof

Another track credited to both Best and Bennett, with Best doing all of the vocals again. This is the shortest track on the album, being under two minutes long. Again, the lyrics seemed to be cribbed off of Best's blog. This is one of the most acoustic-sounding tracks on the album, with a kick-ass rattling beat, as if they're drumming on skeleton bones or something. Short and sweet.

6. Dyad

The album's last vocal track, written by Bennett, with vocals provided by himself and Best. In this song, like "Rubbish", Best again sings on the first half while Bennett sings on the second half. And as always, the vocals are great. This track has some of the best instrumentation on the album, with what sounds like a stuttering beat and other weird sounds, what sounds like someone flipping through radio stations rapidly. Very interesting lyrics, with more Scientology references again (much like their last two albums). The final lyrics of the album are "I'll give you this/ I'll give you this one last time/ I'll give you this one final chance/ To see who the fuck you really are/ One final chance now to fucking get it." I wonder if this could be the final Whitehouse album? Bennett has mentioned starting a new music project this year, "Afro Noise". Could "Racket" then be seen as the transition from one project to another? The end of Whitehouse and the birth of Afro Noise? I guess only time will tell.

7. Bia Mintatu

The album ends as it began, with another Bennett instrumental, this one nearly seven minutes long, the longest track on the CD. Words cannot describe how cool this song is. An ominous plodding beat, weird noises, beeps, drones, high tones, what sounds like horns, gongs, and so forth. One of the most diverse Whitehouse songs I've heard in years, someone on the Susan Lawly message board said it would make great battle music should anyone ever decide to make a movie of World War Z. A stunning climax.

Conclusions:

Well, another Whitehouse album come and gone. To be honest, I'm surprised how quickly this one came out after A2006, as in the past there would often be long gaps in between each album. In any event, this is perhaps the most experimental, wildly diverse Whitehouse album yet, expanding their sonic palette and pointing towards a brave new future. More than any album they've done yet, this one really does bear the influence on the "Congotronics" project, a group that Bennett has actually admitted he likes, and it is certainly Whitehouse's most "African" album to date, from the cover art to the instruments used to the music itself. I guess when a band's been around for about 27 years one shouldn't be too surprised that after awhile they're going to try out new sounds, but it's funny how a band which shunned any sort of acoustic/rhythmic instrumentation whatsoever has embraced it this late in the game. All in all, a remarkable achievement (though I wish that Bennett had provided more vocals as I really love his singing style... I had this same complaint with A2006). Who knows what the future will hold for Whitehouse? I can't wait to hear what they'll do next!


The Void Pattern

By Kevin Kupal. Mindlist: off the Fast Seduction website:

--------"Doesn't it sometimes make you stop and think how some people, despite having everything, just feel lonely and empty and severely lacking? Well, I was reading about the life and times of John Belushi... he had it all... the fame, the fortune, the houses... the women... but it appears that he was just so lonely. So was Marilyn Monroe... on top of the world, with millions of men swooning over her...she just felt so alone and left out.
--------I think it's really a common thing. Like, lots of people (point to her) just go on living from one day to the next like a robot... perhaps getting amused, perhaps feeling some sort of achievement, but deep inside, there's this hole inside them (point to her chest)... empty... hollow. It's like, you ask yourself, "Is this it? Is this what I've been living for? This is it?"
I think that people, Jenny, are looking for that elusive "IT"... to fill the deep void and emptiness inside them... whatever that is, it's the one thing that will just make you feel a sense of wholeness, of completeness... of peace... ha-penis...
--------And when you have it, when it's right in front of you (you're in front of course), only then can you begin to feel that wholeness and peace... or perhaps... that ecstatic, filling delight... filling you up completely... making every pore of your body ooze with delicious, ecstatic pleasure... that's when you know that you've found that part of you that was missing all along (point to self). You are happy and complete.
--------But whatever that ha-penis (point to self) is, it's elusive... you'll have to GO FOR IT (point to self) once you find the slightest chance... the slightest window of opportunity... you'll have to GRAB IT. Or... it could slip away and you might just find it gone... and you'll be left only with the thoughts of what could have been... the stuff that regrets are made of.
So...when you find your ha-penis right in front of you... Grab it! Right away!"

anna k's letters from anorexic-rec

"So, I'm 23, I'm living by myself, and I've been dealing with my weight for the last 15 years. And I feel like sharing my thoughts, I write them out every day anyway, and this web site seems like a good place to put them. I don't want a "sympathetic" ear, that's ONLY what I get in food-related forums and newsgroups, and from "friends" and family. I don't have a "problem," it's a life-style, it's a method. And somehow, it's just too exotic or distasteful or SOMETHING to just talk about. So here, kind of anonymous, I am.

Yesterday, I went 43 hours without food. Only coffee, cigarettes, and Tropicana Grovestand Orange Juice. I wasn't hungry at all...see, food calls to food. When you don't eat for 20 plus hours, you don't NEED food. It's when you start swallowing solids that you need more.

Yes, I AM proud of my lack of need. Because, I can SEE it now, I can see how what's considered "typical" is EXCESSIVE. I see people continually opening their refrigerators, again and again, looking with a hunger that has nothing to do with food. They are forever rooted in this pattern, this ridiculous circuit, up from the chair to the refrigerator to the table, then again, chair and refrigerator and table, etc.

43 hours, then this morning, at my mother's house, a bagel and cream cheese, she kind of forced me, and I just fell into the table routine, I still wasn't hungry, and I just ate it. And later, on my bed, I felt the stone of it in my stomach, it weakened me, I had this momentum, this living off the burn of my own body, and then this nuts inside me. But, my digestion is fast - after 2 cups of coffee, I'm a tube of toothpaste, I squeezed it out in one spurt. I looked in the bowl, I always check to see that it's ALL out, and...it was clear, like a squirt of hair gel. I kind of splashed around the water, frantic, a terror in me, and then, the reassuring brown again. Long tubes are nice, it's my digestion re-carving me hollow.

And that's this afternoon. There's more, and later, I'll send it.
Like, lately, I've been "feeding" pot to my bong with a plastic spoon.

Deke is always asking me for pictures, so I'll take some more, soon. My body's look is my work, I don't mind sharing it.

I like to lose weight, but I know there is a threshold, like anything, like doing cocaine, you have to KNOW where the peak is, and STAY there. You don't try to keep getting higher, because you simply can't; PAST that peak is only downhill. If you know yourself, then nothing is dangerous."
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Whitehouse Live

“The way the sets are structured, that song (cut Hands has the Solution) has to be in the middle of the set because if it was at the end it wouldn’t be so effective. That’s where you have to dismantle the personality, access their vulnerability, tap into this vast ocean of possibility this person has, where anything is possible, where anything can be thought of. Like when you dream, there are no rules when you dream at night. Nobody is controlling you, anything goes. Really you want to take the person to that deep level of their own unconscious. That’s why for people who start to appreciate it on this level, it’s actually very hard to go back to other kinds of music. Because it doesn’t touch you in that way and there is a need to be touched in that way. Where you most want to be touched. People have these ideas of what they like and what they find fulfilling, but there’s a difference between what a person thinks they find fulfilling and what they really do find fulfilling. We carry these illusions around with us all the time, rationalizations and superstitions. But beyond that there’s a vast ocean of possibilities. Anything can happen, anything goes, there are no rules and regulations. And this is what we’re trying to explore, this is the level we try to work on. And if you’ve been to any of our shows you can witness these amazing transformations, because yes, there is this hectoring approach and a loud, abrasive sound, and it goes on, it’s continuous, it doesn’t stop. But in the last ten minutes or so, people have been through all of this and guess what? At the end of it they have got these incredible smiles on their faces.”
(William Bennett, from The Wire interview #282).

Early live actions were very experimental affairs, with much improvisation and, in the very early shows, the showing of films, such as the showing of Un Chien Andalou (set to Wagner music), The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Paul Hurst’s Comedome film. This was eventually abandoned in favor of playing sets with actual songs. Most of their early sets were very short, due to the fact the power was often cut by the management of various clubs who didn’t agree with the group’s actions, so as a result the band often had to refer to themselves as a Human League style electro-pop group to get gigs. During the eighties, Whitehouse live was most often Bennett and Kevin Tomkins, with Sotos as the third member during the USA tours and Best as the third member for the European shows. During much of the 1990’s, the live shows were done by Bennett, Sotos, and Best. This changed in 2002 when Sotos was kicked out of the band. Since that time, Whitehouse live has just been the duo of Bennett and Best.

Notable live actions (descriptions taken from the Susan Lawly website):

live action 22
01jul83
roebuck - london, uk
william bennett, kevin tomkins, philip best

right to kill, bloodfucking, anal american
notes: audience 80 / support groups are ramleh and bushido (featuring glenn michael wallis and gary levermore) at low volume / steve stapleton gets arm cut after flying glass during whitehouse performance / police raid in large numbers midway through anal american / many arrested in chaos / whitehouse manager jordi valls spends night at police station for barring access to police

live action 26
12oct83
morden tower - newcastle, uk
william bennett, kevin tomkins, philip bes
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rapemaster, penis supreme, anal american, i'm comin' up your ass, queen myra, bloodfucking, right to kill, new sadist
notes: audience 30 / support groups are ramleh and new blockaders / venue is small chamber in 14th century castle / halfway through the set william bennett insults (nb: not in an in any way racist manner despite what nigel ayers has attempted to allege, ayers was not in fact present at the concert), then lightly slaps a girl in the face in ritualistic fashion / the girl becomes extremely hysterical and attacks william bennett, hitting him in the eye / dave tibet and whitehouse roadie hold her back and drag the girl kicking and screaming from the venue / the rest of the entire audience decide to leave in solidarity with the girl and also in disgust at the group’s provocative performance / whitehouse continue playing to only one person left in audience by the end / whitehouse subsequently banned in newcastle record shops for many years after incident / LA 26 tape contains 2 versions - one stereo in audience, the other mono from on stage

live action 29
06apr84
helmholtz - bonn, germany
william bennett, kevin tomkins, philip best

great white death, rapemaster, cna, i'm comin' up your ass, shitfun
notes: audience 125 / played at local high school in front of students/ support is pop group facon facon / amid chaos sound is turned off by school headmaster expecting ‘human league’-style group / eventually, whitehouse and fanatics forced to flee school / live action videoed

live action 41
29jun84
tropicana - olympia, usa
william bennett, kevin tomkins, peter sotos

rapemaster, you don't have to say please, ass-destroyer, shitfun, queen myra, bloodfucking, cock dominant
notes: show interrupted by christian fundamentalists outside venue who invade the club / club management ignore their complaints / william bennett provokes some of them even further / christians subsequently call olympia police / police arrive in numbers and break up performance

live action 65
04nov94
shelter - tokyo, japan
william bennett, peter sotos, philip best

dictator, my cock’s on fire, i’m comin’ up your ass, movement 1994, the second coming, death penalty, shitfun, tit pulp, halogen
notes: audience 100 / entrance fee on the night is about £40 (¥6,500) / philip best uses new yamaha synthesiser for first time replacing the toy yamaha keyboard used since LA47 / philip best sings tit pulp for first time since early eighties to great effect / audience reaction varied during the set and swings from politeness and passivity to utter pandemonium / peter sotos finds keyboard table removed by members of audience during chaos of shitfun / sound engineers are dismayed as the inevitable beer flies all over the front monitors - they spend hours after the show dismantling them and drying them with hairdryers / support group swamp terrorists

live action 95
28sep02
batofar - paris, france
william bennett, peter sotos, philip bes
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tit pulp, wriggle like a fucking eel, thank your lucky stars, rock and roll, dedicated to peter kurten, movement 2000, bird seed, cruise (force the truth), a cunt like you, princess disease
notes: audience 200 / support fred nipi / Sotos’ final live show with Whitehouse

live action 135
02jun05
se1 club - l
ondon, uk
william bennett, philip best

ruthless babysitting, grozny, cruise (force the truth)
review and pictures: FAIL
notes: ATP Festival curated by Russell Haswell / other artists aphex twin, mark stewart, yasunao tone + hecker et al / concert was curtailed after about 13 minutes by bottles and cans thrown on stage / audience 2,000 / live action videoed

Bands/artists who have either opened for or been on the same bill as Whitehouse over the years:

Neo-Naturist Cabaret, Consumer Electronics, Flux of Pink Indians, Will to Power, Function Disorder, William S. Burroughs, Drunk Alcholics, Debt of Nature, Modern Torture, Malfunktion, Ramleh, Bushido, Family Patrol Group, The New Blockaders, Pure, Facon Facon, Dark Carnival, A Feast of Friends, God, Intrinsic Action, Deadworld, Candin, Seemen, Fuckface, Killdozer, Outhouse, Swamp Terrorists, Bum Gravy, Swob, Sinister Cloaks, Guapo, Xum, Anenzephalia, Suicide Commando, PAL, Josep Manuel Berenger, Dachise, Kraang+Wertham, Rectal Surgery, MMVP, V.O.I.D., Genetic Transmission, Con-Dom, Fred Nipi, Russell Haswell, Surgeon+Regis, Nad Spiro, Cat Hope, Sonar, Merzbow+Russell Haswell (as Satanstornade), Aphex Twin, Bruce Gilbert (as The Beekeeper), Devotion, Brighter Death Now, Pita/ Hecker/ Russell, Wok, Dol, MAZK, Cat on Form, DJ Franz Ferdinand, Earth, Bear Faced Boy, Motorboy, Andy Fogary, AMM, Boredoms, Ikeda, Paragon Ensemble, Cosmos, Damo Suzukis Network, Incapacitants, Doog, Aube, Odioterz, Coil, Chris & Cosey, Slayer, Costes, Dolores Dewbery, Noriko Tujiko, Living With Eating Disorders, Sunn0))), Das Fleisch, Mark Stewart, Yasunao Tone, Broken Bone, DJ Andrea Parker, Savier, That Fucking Tank, Chris Cutler, Fire in the Head, Golden Serenades, Jessica Rylan, Teatro Satanico, D.B.P.I.T., Malato, Thurston Moore, Duck, Psychic Paramount, Josephine Foster, Andrew Ortmann, Haptic, Chris Connelly, Secret Diary, Karlheinz, AIDSwolf, Wolf Eyes, Pig Destroyer, Bloarzeyd, Pengo, All Have Numbers None Have Names, The Family, Holiday Stabbings, Fckin Bstrds, Praying for Oblivion, Odal, Lustrere.


Whitehouse Live Clips


Old clip of what was then one of Whitehouse’s very final live actions before it went on temporary hiatus. Live at 666 Club in Barcelona in 1985. They wouldn’t play live again until 1990.


Another extract from the same show. William Bennett is singing the classic song “You Don’t Have to say Please.”


Live at What Is Music? 2004 Festival in Brisbane, Australia. Clip begins with William Bennett singing “Cruise” while Philip Best provides the noise.


End of the afore-mentioned show. Many of Whitehouse’s live actions end like this, with Bennett and Best losing their shirts and striking poses while “Movement 2000” blares in the background.


Some footage from the Whitehouse performance at Oslo Marathon (BLÅ) in Oslo, Norway Nov. 10 - 2006. Filmed by www.nymusikk.no. The drum beat during “Cut Hands Has the Solution” is simply stunning.


Clip from a very recent Whitehouse live action. Begins with the end of “Dumping the Fucking Rubbish” before they launch into “Cruise.” I love when William Bennett screams “Rise up!” at the end of “Rubbish.”


Interesting Youtube movie someone made that juxtaposes live images of Whitehouse (past and present) to the song “Dans.”

This is a link to one of THE best Whitehouse live clips I’ve seen on the internet. Live at 2/6/2006 at Point FMR, Paris. Choice excerpts from that show. An overview of the 16 minutes:
0:00-1:06: Philip Best performs “Dans”
1:07-2:40: Best performs “Ruthless Babysitting”
2:40-5:20: Bennett leaves his laptop and joins in, doing his vocals for “Cruise.” Best does his own vocals for “Cruise” afterwards
5:20-6:28: “Philosophy” improv
6:29-7:08: Philip doing his vocals for “Cut Hands has the Solution”
7:09-8:10: Bennett doing his vocals for “Cut Hands”
8:10-10:29: More improv
10:30-13:14: Band performs “A Cunt Like You.” Bennett does the world’s coolest dance moves at around the 10:50 mark.
13:15-14:17: Bennett performs “Princess Disease”
14:18-14:32: Bennett and best perform “Why You Never Became a Dancer”
14:33-end of clip: “Movement 2000” instrumental ends the concert.


The Door Pattern: off the Fast Seduction website

--------This one is the "bad boy" of all patterns. Anyone who has studied SS and NLP and has come into contact with the Door pattern, has found it to be evil and cruel, playing on the fears and deep insecurities of women. To give you an idea of how bad this pattern actually is - even Ross Jeffries himself has denounced this pattern and says that he does NOT encourage anyone to use it.
--------So... as always with stuff like that... "for educational purpose only":)
--------The Door pattern originated by Alex Domnikov. Mindlist:
--------"Whereas most patterns are about getting a woman into bed, The Door is aimed at controlling her after you've started sleeping with her. Other patterns that you've used on her have anchored immense pleasure to you. The Door creates an anchor for the loss of that pleasure.
--------You've already had intercourse with the girl. The ideal setting for the power of the door, which is a power and control pattern, is right after you've had intercourse and you're in bed with the girl, and at this time hopefully you've set up the fact that you're also the man of her dreams and fulfill her emotional needs. You're fooling around in bed, you've already had a great time, and you go, "sweetheart, what's that over there?" and you point towards the door. And she'll say, "well you know, that's a door, silly." And you say, "yeah, you know.. I'm a real positive person, but.. I mean, can you imagine.. I mean, you don't know what can happen from day to day, when you think about it in your mind. I mean, what would happen if I walked out that door and the door closed and as the door closed, it slammed shut, and no matter what you did, you could not open the door and you knew that you would never be able to look into my eyes again and you'd never be able to hear my voice again and you'd never be able to feel my touch again." Ok, right here is where she starts going, "I don't like this door business at all." And at this time you just reassure her.. "ok, alright sweetheart, you're right. You really shouldn't think about the door and you really don't have to think about the door." So you go back to playing around with her some more. Have some more fun with her, bring her to another orgasm or whatever and say, "you know, a terrible thing happened the other day. My friend was hit by a truck. I mean, it was awful, by the time they got him to hospital he was dead. I can't believe it, you know? It's almost as if, it would be a horrible thing you know when you think about.." (point towards the door) "..that no matter even if you were to get that door opened and you were to search, that you could never find me again.." Then she starts freaking out. You calibrate more on that part of, "you will never be able to see me again, you'll never be able to hear my voice again."
--------"You'll never be able.. all that fun we had together, all those great times we had together, walking along the beach, hand in hand in the moonlight, we would never be able to do those things again and even if you were to open that door, you would search and you could never find." And she's at the point where she's saying, "no no I hate this door. Let's stop this door now, are you trying to upset me?" And you say, "oh, I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm just saying these are just things that are popping into my mind, ok?" So play around some more. Get her good and nice and hot again, fool around, have a good time with her, joke, and then then get back into the door and say, "you know, God, still you know, about life's tragedies.. I mean, I just keep on thinking how.." At this point you can already see that this is starting to make her feel uncomfortable. You want to create that sense in her that you can walk out and she'll feel terrible for the rest of here life. You want to anchor that response. I'll get up and she'll say, "well what are you doing?" And I'll say, "I'm going to the bathroom." I go up to the bedroom door and slam it. That right there will freak her out. Then I'll open the door and say, "oh, I'm sorry. You know, I'm sorry, I'm just playing with this door again. You know, you really shouldn't think about this door now and you really don't want to think about this door now."
--------Having anchored that sense of loss and pain to the door, you can trigger it whenever needed. Whatever negative behavior may come up that you want to stop, the first time you just get up and slam the door. Whether you walk out the door depends on the level of bullshit. On later occasions you can just indicate the door in some manner. The example Alex gives: If he's talking on the phone and getting any crap from her, and he knows the relation of where the door is to her desk, he says, "sweetheart, could you please turn right and take a look at what's over there.." and that was the end of the bullshit."


The Nazi issue

For a long period of time Whitehouse was often plagued by accusations that they were Nazis. This was due to a number of reasons. First of all, the Come Org logo looked quite a bit like a modified swastika. Second, the fact they gave their albums names such as Buchenwald and New Britain (not to mention the fact they named one of the Come Org compilations For Isle Koch). Also, there was an article that William Bennett wrote for Data magazine (which actually ended up appearing in the September/October 1982 issue of Force Mental magazine) called “The Struggle For a New Musical Culture”.

Bennett claimed to have submitted three articles to the magazine, one dealing with fascism (as seen above) and the other two in the style of communism and anarchism, and that all three were nothing more than satire and misinformation (though Force Mental claimed only to have gotten the fascist one). Misinformation was quite common in the early Come Org days as in the first Kata the symbol of the sickle and hammer appeared, causing many to wonder if the band were communists. In 1984 Bennett claimed that the band were libertarians, not fascists, and that he only found Nazi subject matter to be fascinating. He also claimed that in Hitler’s Nazi Germany, Whitehouse would most likely be one of the first people lined up to be shot, because he couldn’t imagine Hitler at home listening to a song such as “My Cock’s on Fire.”

Addressing the issue again in The Wire issue 282:

“Yes, the album Buchenwald is titled after a Nazi concentration camp, but when you scratch the surface of that record, there’s no content there at all. It’s almost an indication that what you’re doing is working effectively because people are saying all sorts of things about you, about your beliefs, but actually if you look at that album you’ve got four songs on there that are mostly instrumentals. There are almost no lyrics whatsoever and the lyrics that are there are incredibly innocuous. So ask yourself the question, how is it that that album is so controversial? When you really look at it closely, there’s nothing there that’s controversial other than the name. The reason people find it controversial isn’t because there’s an unpalatable content, it’s because it’s not rationalized. We’re not saying we’re doing this for any particular reason. We don’t give a specific reason one way or another. We’re simply not talking about it, why we’re making this record. Another reason is that there is no musical content for people to identify with on our records, no beats, no rhythms, nothing… In the early 80s, all sorts of bands were playing with this kind of stuff. Even in 2007 Throbbing Gristle are still using the picture of the Auschwitz gas chamber as their Industrial Records logo. You’ve got revered bands like Joy Division, New Order and The Skids, who all used Nazi imagery but because they’re operating within mainstream channels and fulfilling people’s expectations of rhythms, rock concerts, guitars, or because they’re attempting, even in their inarticulate ways, to rationalize it somehow, saying ‘It’s OK because this is our way of protesting against it’, even though that doesn’t add up in my opinion… Rationalisation is a sort of easy way of getting out of an embarrassing situation.”

Negative Review #2: Racket (by Nick Cain, from The Wire issue 282)

--------Right from their inception in the early 80s, in the days when they named albums after concentration camps or dedicated them to serial killers, and gave their songs titles like “Pro-Rapist”, “Bloodfucking” and “I’m Coming Up Your Ass”, Whitehouse have claimed to have no motivation other than to present listeners with extreme material to force them to confront their prejudices and value systems. They’ve been nothing if not consistent with this stance: the Susan Lawly Website stipulates that the group “have never had any agenda”, and in the liner notes for Racket, their 19th album, William Bennett is simply credited as “Animal Response Technician.”
--------It’s always been a dubious strategy. By stripping their endeavor of any conceptual underpinning other than the intent to offend, presuming that their music will continue to retain the same power to shock and assuming their listeners are unable to confront such prejudices of their own volition, Whitehouse willingly limit their music to the status of empty provocation, happy to deny it any enduring weight of meaning. Conversely, their refusal to provide any kind of context for their music had and has the effect of creating an excess of contextual discussion, endowing their albums with more layers of interpretation and resonance than they have ever deserved.
--------These issues plague Racket, a patchy, inconsistent album, inferior to last year’s Asceticists 2006, but one which suggests new developments in the group’s sound- developments which seem more drastic than they really are due to the narrowness of Whitehouse’s oeuvre and their tendency towards periods of extended stylistic stasis. The striking percussive polyrhythms that dominate “Mouthy Battery Beast” and “Dyad” (ludicrously dubbed “Afro-noise” by the label) apparently result from Bennett’s ongoing interest in African and Haitian music. Equally noticeable is the comparatively low noise quotient, with the scything frequencies and jackhammer beats and loops characteristic of recent albums distinctly absent.
--------The album’s best moments are all contained in three atypical, carefully sculpted instrumentals, comprising a scant 13 of Racket’s 29 minutes. But most of it is reserved for Bennett and Philip Best’s trademark misanthropic invective. It’s worth noting that the lyrics have improved since the tedious prurience of albums like Mummy and Daddy, Cruise and Bird Seed, shifting its focus from the sexualisation to the psychology of power relationships, abuse and violence. But because they’ve also become more verbose, in the process exhausting such subject matter, Racket’s prolix screeds sound comical and tawdry rather than confrontational and intense, regularly deteriorating into barrages of schlock hysteria. Denuded of noise backing and incongruously juxtaposed with acoustic rhythms, the pair’s vocals are even more bombastic than before. The delivery- gratingly shrill yelling and sneering- is by now so familiar that it borders on self-parody.
--------It’s difficult to see how anyone with any real experience of the group could find it remotely provocative. Whitehouse’s desire to develop their music instrumentally is commendable, but it’s sound can’t be considered in isolation from the context the group have generated, however much they believe otherwise. Feted by a new generation of noise groups, their back catalogue being reissued in deluxe vinyl editions, Whitehouse are enjoying an improbable vogue. But their modus operandi, unchanged after almost 30 years of activity, in 2007 adds up to little more than willful obtuseness and dead attitudes. Persistent shock tactics, a relentless pursuit of extremism for its own sake and a refusal to take any kind of responsibility for their music all combine to guarantee that their mode of expression remains as outdated as it ever was, while rendering their lyrical rhetoric close to obsolete.


The Sotos link

To many people, the name Peter Sotos and Whitehouse are invariably linked, despite the fact that Sotos has always insisted in interviews that Whitehouse was always Bennett’s project, and that he himself was just along for the ride. In fact, he didn’t really so much write lyrics for the band as Bennett would often pick out words and phrases he liked from Sotos’ books and incorporate them into Whitehouse lyrics (for example, the song “Told” contains extracts from Sotos’ book Special, while “Daddo” contains some lines from Playground Sex and “Cruise” uses some of Sotos’ writings from both Tick and Comfort and Critique). On the last three of their albums that he appeared on, all he contributed were his long audio collages, which he had made for his own personal purposes. It wasn’t his idea to put them on the albums, and he didn’t really even like the fact they were included on them in the first place. For the most part, Sotos’ most important contribution to Whitehouse was his presence at their Live Actions, where he would often rile the crowd up and, in some cases, protect the rest of the band from the more rowdy audience members.

It was to the surprise of many when the following announcement was made on the Susan
Lawly website on October 30, 2002:

WHITEHOUSE LIVE: NEW ERA
Some significant and important changes to Whitehouse live performance from now on:
- Peter Sotos will no longer be performing with the band live, and no replacement will be sought. More details at a later date regarding this.
- Future set lists will now almost exclusively be comprised of songs from Cruise and Bird Seed.
- New equipment is being used programmed with new sounds.

The band elaborated on the Sotos situation the following year, in a Judith Howard interview:

"Judith Howard: I know there've been an incredible amount of rumors and half-truths, but could you both in your own words finally tell us a bit about the departure of Peter Sotos?

Philip Best: Well, a particularly tumultuous show in Paris brought things to a head, but, for a number of reasons, things had been tense for a long time. Come to think of it, Leeds was pretty traumatic as well! Pete's a genius, end of story. And a genuinely funny and caring guy as well, as anyone who has ever met him can confirm. I owe him everything and still miss him terribly. But the bottom line, as I understood it, was that it was either Whitehouse without Pete or No Whitehouse full stop. So the choice was made. Sorry to disappoint all the assholes who hoped he had AIDS.

William Bennett: Yes, it's been very difficult. Paris was rough. Our friendship is a very very long one and then there're all those amazing shared experiences. Unfortunately, latterly, there was a lot of tension and a breakdown in communication - principally between the two of us - with regards to the live shows, and added to this I believe there's been a notable difference in lifestyle attitudes. Funnily enough, in a way, this made many of the later performances even more electric and intense - but sadly the tension before and after the concerts was not as enjoyable as it should be."

For awhile, Sotos himself was quiet on the subject. Until the publication of his book Selfish, Little in 2004, in which he wrote the following:

From page 71:
--------“I made the mistake of telling a friend about my lustful situation and he slowly started to mine a similar vein with a remarkably uninteresting woman. She had been a gymnast and my boorish friend liked to pretend that it was somehow relevant. I assure you, it isn’t.”

--------On page 76 of Selfish Little Sotos also possibly might have Whitehouse in mind when he writes “There are musicians who dilute and misunderstand my hard work. I’ve seen them turn these ideas into lowest common denominator pop sales.”

From Comfort and Critique (released in 2005):
--------“The motherfuckers who were tossing their beer from the front of the stage were the easiest to convince: I’d wipe the sweat and beer out of my bloated face, back up into my hair, and lean into the stare of one stupid dolt after another. Almost all of them would open their mouths and pretend to want the beer I could vomit down into them. Almost all of them backed away and let the disgusting bucket streams hit anywhere but their face. Except for the faggots.
--------I knew what it looked like. The idiot singer told me later that it was the worst thing on the video he watched. I stopped watching the videos over ten fucking years ago.”

--------The idiot singer referred to in this paragraph is most likely Bennett. On the next page, Sotos gets another dig at Whitehouse by referring to them as the Ronettes.

--------However, Sotos saved his most detailed comments on the Whitehouse situation for his book Waitress (a limited edition collection of interviews and writings that you could get by preordering Predicate). From his interview conducted by Jean-Francois Micard:

Micard: You work for several years with Whitehouse, then left the band, and we never have proper explanation for your departure, William Bennett just told in interview that it’s a reason different “lifestyles.” Could you elaborate on this?

Sotos: I agree with William on the changing lifestyles quote but I never would have been so tacky as to say it. But, since he did, yes, I agree, we don’t care much for each other’s lifestyle choices or art these days.

Micard: What role did Whitehouse have in your work, compared to your books?

Sotos: William Bennett was a tremendous influence on my life, as was Philip Best and Kevin Tomkins, but you won’t find much of them in my books. Philip, actually, had a lot to do with what I ended up writing about and inculcating in Index. I think I played a bigger role in their situation than they did in mine- I don’t consider what I did with them of much consequence, however.

In another interview that appears in Waitress, this one conducted by “James” from “Paedophile Gazette”:

Sotos: Can’t help but pick apart what I was doing in Whitehouse all those fucking years, then. The singer would tell some heavy metal magazine after I was out of the band that I was pandering to their audience. Trying to equal their base expectations or some-such.”

And:

“I just figured it was understood that most of the audience wanted this. My arguments from the stage almost always were with the cunts who decided we were wrong. Can’t tell you how many times the fucking singer asked me to go sort out some cunt who was causing him trouble. My head is always full of holocaust imagery, anyways. All the fucking time. Whitehouse was all Pure to me. And you have no idea how embarrassed I was at certain points, just like Pure.”

And:

“But, the thing is, I don’t really see that dealing with the subjects that both Whitehouse and Alice Cooper were playing with, now that is, still, could have been handled in any way except as providing a big fucking drunken good time for the audience. In the old-fashioned entertainer sense. It was no surprise that after my presence wasn’t needed, the advertising vocabulary they used included “improvisation,” “spirituality” and “soul.” What else could they do? Every rock band wants to hope they’re not doing pop songs. And that’s the truth of the matter, the unequivocal facts. My problems weren’t with the two old friends, no matter how sick they were of my bitching and complaining about their lifestyles or the way they sought to pretend that I was showing-off. It was the art. The situation had become pathetic. For the record, important to me only I suspect, I had wanted out of that situation for years. Well before things came to a boil with a label head in Paris. Last I remember is that the night of the show, I stopped one from attacking the other in a bar and the next morning, boss being inconsiderately cheap, dead wrong and lonely at a breakfast table in the hotel he and the other one stayed at. I stayed at a different joint that wasn’t paid for by the promoter or the band. I had been in Paris a week before they got there, had great drunken intelligent friends and was tossed out of Le Depot just the night before at around 5:00 AM. So my mood was far less than fucking great either. What finally broke the blister that was my relationship with the band had nothing at all to do with how our boys want to sell themselves now, or then, but basically that the singer and I couldn’t stand to be in a bar alone together. I knew a better time was elsewhere and so did he.”

And:

“As far as the band goes, I honestly can’t look at that stuff and find anything of me in there. I despise the assumption that I had anything to do with that work. It is very definitely not part of my oeuvre- which, by no means, is pristine to begin with. But all of that band’s output has to be seen in the context of what the guy who started it wanted. Including where he placed the Buyer’s Market collages that I made. I did those on my own, for myself, paid for by myself, because I wanted to hear them. It’s amazing to see them treated as drum solos now. As If I wasn’t saying anything more than that I was only the drummer to begin with… It’s just that it wasn’t my decision to put the drum solo in the place it currently sits. You shouldn’t complain about how boring the drum solo is but rather why it was placed there in the first place by those that needed it there. To fill up space or whatever. Maybe to make everything a bit more real or whatever- to take it away from just songs and lyrics and pose, perhaps? Whatever. I know why I did them and it doesn’t sit well with me either. My mistake, certainly. I’m not saying that I had any influence on that band either. The vocalist cherry-picked lyrics from stuff I wrote for reasons that had nothing to do with cut-ups or lyric ideas when I wrote them. I don’t won the words and don’t seek to control where they go. It’s often times depressing to have people think I wrote something like, “Don’t you know your god doesn’t exist?” So honestly, if you’re looking for me, look at the books. That other stuff is pulled from larger ideas. That’s all. Whitehouse has always been the singer’s band- he has an amazing voice, one that is completely without equal- and I really don’t want to sound like I think my position in that band has ever been significant. I’m not worried about the few gossipy minds that care about how I see the band, but I care very much that people will think my work is identifiable through the relationship I had as a friend, only. I wasn’t doing any music before I toured with the band in the very early eighties. And I feel like I have to explain this stuff because of the large amounts of text they used for lyrics- especially from Playground Sex and the rejected introduction I wrote for a Romain Slocombe book I didn’t like.”

Around the same time as all of this, on January 17, 2006, someone asked Bennett on the Lawly message board about why Sotos was no longer in the band. Bennett responded by simply reposting the answer he had given Howard a few years before. But after a few people (myself included) began posting some of the stuff Sotos had said about the band, Bennett gave a more detailed explanation:

William Bennett: “Sotos? What an unbelievable fantasist - his fiction is always full of it.

It's not a question of not mentioning the most real truth of desperately buying time, like Dworkin and the cakes she didn't talk about; and it's not even that of being a geeky heterosexual conservative in denial - it's not even understanding the difference between hangdog vanity and being a fucking liar. It's prurience dressed up as empathy; it's not being able to help yourself: it's numbered books and loose change.”


The Influenced

Of course, Whitehouse have influenced many artists over the years, originally noise acts such as Dominator, Deathpile, Taint, Ramleh, and the Japanoise genre, but also many rock bands such as Big Black and Sonic Youth refer to Whitehouse as an influence.

Whitehouse has also had a huge influence on my own art. A few of the songs I’ve released under the Sypha Nadon name have certainly been inspired by Whitehouse (for example, “Enter Horus,” “Scapegoat” and “Intonarumoni”). Also, a few songs I’ve done under the Boy Destroyer name have Whitehouse influences (such as the title track to the Rise Horus Rise album which utilizes a vintage 1981 era Whitehouse sound).

Whitehouse also influenced certain aspects of my book Confusion. In fact there are many references to Whitehouse in the book that probably went right over the casual reader’s head but I’ll mention a few of them here for those few who have read the book:

Pg. 52: Sypha mentions how one of his favorite bands is Whitehouse. He also says how one of his interests is “deviant risk taking” which is a reference to a lyric in the song “Language Recovery” off Asceticists 2006.

Pg. 66: The Whitehouse song “Rapemaster” plays in the background of this scene.

Pg. 80: Sypha and Veronica discuss their favorite tracks off Great White Death (which, in the book’s chronology, had just been released a few months before).

Pg. 123: Vinnie, in regards to the Miami Herald, complains about how negative the news is, making a reference to “ruthless babysitting” which is the title of a song off Asceticists 2006.

Pg. 147: Veronica plays the Erector album for James, in particular the song “Avisodomy.”

Pg. 151: During this long monologue Sypha recalls an incident in which he met William Bennett at a sex shop in Amsterdam where Bennett was buying magazines with titles like Tit Pulp and Shit Fun. Needless to say this is an in-joke to Simon Reynolds’ goof.

Pg. 169: In Veronica’s office there’s a poster of the album cover for Dedicated to Peter Kurten.

Pg. 170: There are a few scenes in the book where characters read off lists of people who will be attending a certain event. Bennett, Tomkins and Best are mentioned in a few of these, but on this particular page one of the people mentioned is Susan Lawly, which of course is a reference to the record label.

Pg. 181: Alan Fawkes’ ponderance of the “The Door” in this scene is a nod towards a lyric off the Whitehouse song “Philosophy” (off Bird Seed), not to mention “The Door” NLP pattern.

Pg. 226: Sypha’s vision of humanity “rising up” is a reference to the lyric “Rise Up” off the song “Dumping the Fucking Rubbish” from Asceticists 2006.

Pg. 279: The title of chapter 15 is “Dumping the Fucking Rubbish” which of course is named after a song title off Asceticists 2006.

In addition, back when this blog hosted Confusion day last year I mentioned how I pictured the character of Vinnie Hamilton to look like a cross between Tom Cruise and William Bennett. Also, Vinnie had a big interest in neuro-linguistic programming, which of course is a topic that greatly interests Bennett himself.


THE GEMINI / DARK SUN

Once in rapport.

Possible theme - 'Different places in the mind'

"You know, we've been talking for a while now and I feel that you're somebody who understands herself and somebody I can get an honest answer from" - Set up and Challenge

"Do you think that most men understand what women really want/need?"

Likely answer - "No"

"I agree, you see I've come to an understanding about women that a lot of my friends/a lot of men will never get, It's an understanding I've come to be really opening my mind...."

"...my understanding is, I actually think that inside every woman there are in fact 2 women"

"On one hand there is the culturally programmed woman, the one with all of the social rules and roles (give a couple of examples here - make it sound really oppressive and miserable - lol)."

"but then on the other hand there's the natural woman...that's the place where you keep you most exciting memories, where you ponder fantasies, daydreams, amazing possibilities...the kind of things you do if no-one were watching and the things you wouldn't even want your best friends to know that you dream about and long for..."

"...and oftentimes what happens is, because of the roles that society forces you to play, or maybe a relationship that you're already in that restricts you, a person has to lock those parts of them away and keep them safe...and yet they are still there...deep inside...just waiting to emerge"

***notice response here and anchor - if you wish*****

"So...2 questions that I like to ask myself are...

...what is it about the way certain people affect us that causes us to think of this person in that special place...to hear this voice...to see this face...to feel this presence in that special place...in such a way that no matter how much we try to deny that desire to act...it just takes on a life of it's own...compelling...vivid....REAL!....

...where that voice inside says YES, I want to step into this special place, with this special person and explore anything that we can make real together"

"and the other question.... (as if that wasn't enough - lol)

...what would it be like for a person, to just right now, feel all of those hidden parts and desires wake up.... ready.... willing...alive... right now, realizing that this is the main chance , the moment, a chance to move in a nude erection, and the thing about nude erections is that it's not enough to just ponder it, you've got to reach out and grab it and act on it right now..........................


Worth Seeking Out

Although Whitehouse has primarily released albums over the years, they have of course released other merchandise such as t-shirts, posters, and videos (in fact, many of their live actions can be ordered on DVD). One book they didn’t put out but is worth seeking out is The Whitehouse/ Come Organisation File (Aes-Nihil Books). It’s a huge book full of material from the Come Org days, and though it’s assembled in a fairly slipshod fashion it’s full of invaluable documents, such as most of the band’s early interviews, press releases, flyers from their live actions, lyrics, rare photographs, and, best of all, most of the Katas (Kata was the name of Come Organisation’s official newsletter, and it often contained news, lyrics, photographs, album reviews, and interesting articles on topics such as serial killers, avant-garde musicians/artists, and other esoterica. There were 20 issues in all). This book is very hard to find but worth it. Another good book is Whitehouse: Still Going Strong (Impulse Publications, 1993, edited by Mark Crumby). Not quite as comprehensive as the Aes-Nihil book, it does nonetheless have a lot of information on both Come Org and Susan Lawly, and it’s done in a slightly more professional manner than the Nihil book (though it’s much shorter, only about 94 pages compared to the Nihil books 300+ pages).

Power Electronics fans should also consider seeking out Miguel Angel Martin’s comic Psychopathia Sexualis. Martin is a huge Whitehouse fan, and some of his early comics, inspired by the band’s songs, appeared in a few of their later Katas back in the 1980’s (he also did the cover of their Tokyo Halogen live album). Psychopathia Sexualis is a collection of 19 very violent comics set in some sort of dystopian future, and many of the comics are named after old power electronics songs/albums (table of contents: Whore Cull, Foreplay, Right to Kill, Ultra Sadism, Desekration, Punishment, Mother Fucker, Screw Driver, Sexual Asphyxia, Kopro Lagina, New Sadist, P.I.E. (Pedophile Information Exchange), Neuro Habitat, Socratization Day, Cock Dominant, Shit Fun, Fist of Love, Death Room, Cunt Hunter). At first it was only available in Spanish, but in the 90’s an English version was released (translated by William Bennett) with an introduction by Peter Sotos. Needless to say this is a must have items for Whitehouse/Sotos fans.


Whitehouse Links

Official website of Susan Lawly, the indie record label founded by William Bennett in the late 80’s. Mostly they just release Whitehouse albums, though they also have an “Extreme Music” series (which has included extreme music from Japan, Africa, Russia, and Women). The best place to not only get up-to-date information on new Susan Lawly products, but also a great place to order Whitehouse albums in general.

Official Susan Lawly message board.

Official Whitehouse MySpace page, where you can hear the songs “Movement 2000” (off Cruise), “Wriggle Like a Fucking Eel” (off Bird Seed), “Dumping the Fucking Rubbish” and “Nzambi Ia Lufua” (off Asceticists 2006) and “Fairground Muscle Twitcher” (off Racket).

William Bennett’s official blog.

Philip Best’s official blog.

This was the first Whitehouse website I ever came across. It used to have a lot of good information on it, but sadly, it’s reduced in size now and barely ever updated.

Website that gives a lot of fascinating information on IPS studio.

Website with some old articles/discography concerning the Come Organisation.

Essay about the shock tactics used by some of the early Industrial bands. It was in this essay that I came across Whitehouse’s name for the first time.

Entertaining blog which contains a power electronics related story that was written by a friend of mine. Blog begins with a short history of the power electronics movement and small bios on some of it’s key players.

Interesting article about “Noise Music as Queer Expression.”

Really fascinating thread on the Susan Lawly message board that analyzes some of the outside influences on Whitehouse’s lyrics (for example, see the Void and Door patterns on the Fast Seduction 101 website, which inspired the lyrics to “Philosophy” and “Killing Hurts Give You The Secret.”)


October Man

Ok here goes..Are you familiar with Tension Loops? If you have Swinggcats book its about that story of the cat named girl-george...Pain/Pleasure/Pain Push/Pull kinda thing. That’s the General Patronage version, in the context of October Man, you have to amp up the pain and the pleasure. Everytime you talk about anything pleasurable you anchor it to you physically or just by special gestures, I do it by a unique stare...Everytime you go to Pain you anchor it away by gesturing, or just look away. Remember to really bring out her Pleasurable states by patterning or just Trance Hi-Jack or create that into filters, SRT just as used in the new SS model. Really work on the positive states, stack them up multi-modal anchoring, then immediately contrast it with something really Painful and terrible...Imagine a flaming ball of fire, then freezing it till it becomes ball of ice, then heating it up till it ignites, the contrast has to be that intense and RAPID FIRE, no fluff talk if possible... If your familiar with Fractionation, you'd have already noticed that at each pass YOU ARE BUILDING RESPONSE POTENTIAL on both polarities. Each pass you fractionate the pain so its intensifying, while also intensifying the pleasure back to you...Do multi Anchoring for pleasure states to be more effective i.e. simultaneous touch, tonality, stare etc....

Heres the part why they banned it. Their analogy is bringing nukes in a gunfight, its that powerful...Are you familiar with TimeLines, Change History Pattern or the "February Man" by Erickson? Same principle you visit her in her timeline, in the future or in the past and evoke the things that were painful then. Work it, then be like The Knight In Shining Armor, protector and how things could have been better if you were there to shield her, bring her safety etc. THOSE periods in her life she needed someone, and nobody was there... In the pleasurable moments, you can "steal" them and make them stronger or many times better had you been there..

If you’re gonna use this, please avoid the TimeLine part. The Tension Loop from hell is enough to get you fast connections. It time distorts them automatically and she feels safe with you... Don’t do this in situations with a lot of stimuli or distractions like clubs etc...

The hospital pattern below is an example how pain/Pleasure works. Try also the "Door Pattern" in the SS quick reference book i've attached....

The Hospital pattern:

a) did you ever know someone that went into a hospital and never came back?

b) its amazing how often people just go and never come back

c) If you like what we have, remember that I could leave you and never come back.

Now you just capture the pieces into a nice little story. If you can use touch or smell, the anchors are that much more powerful.

To lover:
Did you hear about (insert famous person or acquaintance) who went to the hospital for something (anchor here) and never came out?

By the way, I had a doggie that I loved and one day it just disappeared (use same anchor here with more intensity), {keep building value of doggie} she was so good to me, she would wait for me after school and she would just kiss me and knock me down ever so gently. We would roll on the floor and play all kinds of games.

We would chase each other, she would fetch for me, she even slept in my room (what could you do with this?) but then one day, I came looking for her and she wasn’t there. You have no idea what it feels like to loose someone like that (anchor). For days you look for her, you post posters, you post rewards. No matter what you do, its over, gone out of your life. (anchor).
____

Clearly, tonality, certainty and body language will have much to do with your results.
________

The last thing I remember was when I left and she kissed me, (anchor) and I never saw her again. I wouldn’t wish that (anchor) on anyone.
______

I sure enjoy you (fire anchor) and I am having a blast getting to know you. I know you'll miss me (fire anchor).
_____

The anchor will be set and you can use it anytime. The power of the pattern is in creating a solid story, use voice, touch and any other compound anchors that you can.

By the same token you can create:

The broken window pattern

The stolen art pattern

The solar eclipse pattern

The lost shoe pattern

The lost ring pattern

The final goodbye pattern

All of these are only limited by your imaginations.




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p.s. Hey. Sypha is rightfully known and revered around here as a singular master of the blog post form. This weekend, you get to discover or revisit one of his massive and thorough creations from some years back. Everything you would need to know about Whitehouse in order to know -- or realize you should know -- this seminal music making outfit is right up above. I recommend you take advantage. I hope you will reward him with commentary of any type, shape, or form. Have excellent weekends, and I will see you Monday.

KJX3 presents ... Elisa Lam Day

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There are mysteries that are so eerie and strange that they boggle the mind for days on end. The case of Elisa Lam is one of them. In February 2013, this 21-year-old student from Vancouver, Canada, was found dead inside the Cecil Hotel’s rooftop water tank in Los Angeles. The L.A. County Department of Coroner ruled the death “accidental due to drowning” and said no traces of drugs or alcohol were found during the autopsy. However, there is much more to the story than what is implied by police reports. The first piece of evidence that needs to be considered is an elevator surveillance tape that recorded Elisa’s behavior only a few moments before she lost her life.















The four-minute video posted on YouTube shows Elisa pressing all of the elevator buttons and waiting for it to move. Seeing that the elevator doors are not closing, starts behaving extremely bizarrely. Here’s the video.





At first, Elisa enters the elevator and apparently presses all of its buttons. She then waits for something to happen but, for some reason, the elevator door doesn’t shut. She starts to look around, as if she is expecting (or hiding from) someone. At 1:57, her arms and hands start moving in a very strange matter (almost not human) as she appears to be talking to someone, something … or nothing at all. She then walks away. The elevator door then shuts and appears to start working again.

Right after the events of the video, Elisa apparently gained access to the rooftop of the hotel, climbed to its water tank and, somehow, ended up drowning in it. Her body was found two weeks after her death, after hotel guests complained about the water’s taste and color. Incredible.

Seeing the surveillance footage, most people would conclude that she was under the influence of drugs. However, Elisa did not have a history of drug use and her autopsy concluded that no drugs were involved. When one looks at the context and the circumstances of this death, things become even more mysterious.





Built in the 1920s to cater to “businessmen to come into town and spend a night or two”, Cecil Hotel was quickly upstaged by more glamorous hotels. Located near the infamous Skid Row area, the hotel began renting rooms on a long-term basis for cheap prices, a policy that attracted a shiftier crowd. The hotel’s reputation quickly went from “shifty” to “morbid” when it became notorious for numerous suicides and murders, as well as lodging famous serial killers.

Now on death row, Richard Ramirez, labeled “the Nightstalker”, was living at the Cecil Hotel in 1985, in a top floor room. He was charged 14 dollars a night. In a building filled with transients, he remained unnoticed as he stalked and killed his 13 female victims. Richard Schave, said “He was dumping his bloody clothes in the Dumpster, at the end of his evening and returned via the back entrance.”

Jack Unterweger, was a journalist covering crime in Los Angeles for an Austrian magazine in 1991. “We believe he was living at the Cecil Hotel in homage to Ramirez,” Schave said. He is blamed with killing three prostitutes in Los Angeles, while being a guest at the Cecil.

In the 50’s and 60’s the Cecil was known as a place that people would go to jump out of one of the hotel’s windows to commit suicide.

Helen Gurnee, in her 50s, leaped from a seventh floor window, landing on the Cecil Hotel marquee, on October 22, 1954.

Julia Moore jumped from her eighth floor room window, on February 11, 1962.

Pauline Otton, 27, jumped from a ninth floor window after an argument with her estranged husband, on October 12, 1962. Otton landed on George Gianinni, 65, who was walking on the side walk, 90 feet below. Both were killed instantly.

There was also a murder of one of the residents. “Pigeon Goldie” Osgood, a retired telephone operator, known for protecting and feeding pigeons in a nearby park, was found dead in his ransacked room on June 4, 1964. He had been stabbed, strangled, and raped. The crime still remains unsolved.

Elisa Lam’s case is yet another sordid addition to the hotel’s history and can lead us to ask: “What the hell is wrong with that place”?





The story of Elisa Lam is eerily similar to the 2005 horror movie Dark Water. Dahlia, the main protagonist of the movie moves into an apartment building with her young daughter Cecilia. Both of these names are relevant. Black Dahlia is the nickname given to Elizabeth Short, a woman who was the victim of a gruesome murder in 1947 – one that appeared to be particularly ritualistic. The case was never solved. According to LA Observed, it is rumored that Black Dahlia was at Cecil Hotel right before she lost her life.

In the movie, the daughter’s name, Cecilia, is, obviously, quite similar to the name Cecil Hotel. After moving into her apartment, Dahlia notices dark water leaking from the ceiling in her bathroom. She ultimately discovers that a young girl named Natasha Rimsky drowned in the building’s rooftop water tank, which caused the water to turn black. The owner of the apartment building knew about this fact but refused to take action. Elisa Lam’s body was in the water tank for over two weeks, causing hotel guests to complain about foul tasting “black water”.

The ending of the movie is also eerily relevant: The apartment buildings elevator malfunctions and the ghost of Cecilia’s mother braids her hair. Is Elisa Lam’s death one of those ritualistic murders that are synchronistically mirrored in a Hollywood movie?





Shortly after the discovery of Elisa Lam’s body, a deadly outbreak of tuberculosis occurred in Skid Row, near Cecil Hotel. You probably won’t believe the name of the test kit used in these kinds of situations: LAM-ELISA. That is hardcore synchronicity.





In one theory making the rounds on the internet, Elisa Lam never existed. According to the website Godlike Productions, known for its championing of lunatic fringe theories, "The LAPD put out the video, because her Facebook pictures didn't look like her. It wasn't her. Look up whoiselisalam.org. Look at the Illuminati card Eliza. Her FB page was started by military."









LA authorities ruled in June 2013 that Elisa Lam’s death was accidental and that she was “probably bi-polar”. That being said, some questions remain unanswered. How did Elisa, who was obviously not in her right mind, end up in the hotel’s water tank, an area that is difficult to access? Here’s a news report describing the water tank area.





As the reporter states in the video, the rooftop area is protected by an alarm system and the water tank is difficult to reach. How did Elisa reach that area? Also, how did she close the water tank lid?

As is usually the case for strange deaths, authorities have been incredibly secretive and non-transparent during this investigation. What truly happened here? Why are there so many strange coincidences? Why was Elisa Lam acting so strange in the elevator? Was there a ritualistic aspect to this death? Why is the Cecil Hotel a hotbed for these kinds of stories? Is there some paranormal stuff going on there involving dark entities? The mystery appears to be whole and authorities do not seem to be wanting to probe further.





A YouTube user recently claimed that the Elisa Lam CCTV footage had been slowed down and possibly edited. He makes a case that the tape was tampered with and that we have not yet seen the full extent of Elisa Lam’s final video appearance.





Obviously, more investigation would have to be conducted to confirm whether or not the video was actually slowed down and edited. The timestamp jump certainly does seem suspicious. But then again, everything in a conspiracy theory must, by definition, seem suspicious.









Comments

Netti· 3 weeks ago
its clearly ritual murder. God save us all from this evil.

Kathleen· 3 weeks ago
Habitual, grave sin opens one to the influence of the demonic.

The influence of the demonic is not limited to green pea soup spitting full possession. There are various degrees and types of diabolical influence.

Influence or infestation of these various types can impact entire families, over multiple generations, or buildings.

Lafite· 3 weeks ago
First of all, she pushed all floor buttons for the ghosts. As to the elevator door remaining open, it’s because there were too many ghosts in the elevator leading to the door not closing because it was overloaded, and her being squeezed to a corner of the elevator proves this point. Hopping and gesticulating by the door was her discussing the situation with the ghosts, asking some of the ghosts to get out of the elevator to reduce the weight. From this we can see, there will always be things that man’s science is unable to explain, or there really is another dimension. This is purely one’s point of view, if you don’t like it, don’t read it.

Patricia· 3 weeks ago
I don't know as I saw the elevator and the I sworn I saw the devil.if you look well and if you could see his horns inside the elevator its so weird that girl .something somebody possessed that girl's body.

Skegeeace· 3 weeks ago
Totally unnerving. Perhaps she was a ritual sacrifice infected with TB and dumped into the water tanks to contaminate others. Surely, it would spread all over the place- especially among the poor with their low-immunity from malnutrition and lack of access to health care/vaccination. (Skid Row is traditionally home to the poor, right?) And her NAME...being the reverse of the name of the TB testing kits?! If that's true, I definitely smell satan worshipers. They do lots of things in reverse for their black magick rituals.

People, your only defense is Christ Jesus and the Holy Spirit. If you're not under their protection, then you're susceptible to evil attacks. Some aren't that extreme, but this one clearly was.

Kim· 3 weeks ago
The way she moved her hands reminded me of the way my bearded dragon "waves" her arms. Same wrist-down, flat palm, fingers-up shape. That was the first thing I thought of. I don't think that is relevant at all, but it startled me how much she resembled a reptile with those movements.

Jordan· 3 weeks ago
When she pressed all the buttons, she obviously hit the "Door Hold" button as well. She doesn't have her glasses on. Come on people...

Dylan Barrett· 3 weeks ago
I wonder if the hotel staff are in on it, the fact that it seems as if the person doing security could see her on camera and probably hear her and held the doors for staff to get there.... the staff knew not to walk in front of the cameras..... there is no mention of why she was there or who she was with..... or why no one mentioned the taste or colour of the water on the news report..... if her clothes were off were they piled on the ground, thrown about the roof, missing entirely.... I wonder if some of the other deaths were of people who found out that staff might be running some secret underground stuff to keep them in business.... I woman staying there hears a lady scream finds out staff are helping elitist people commit ritualistic murders.... lady gets thrown out the window....... the whole thing is written up by crooked cops and payed off coroners as a suicide..... Elisa Lam was probably drugged and prepped for a ritualistic murder till she escaped and staff needed to keep things under control without getting caught........

Syrus· 3 weeks ago
Last time a lightning bolt struck one of the Illuminati's messengers while he was en route with their world domination plans, which were immediately found by the local authorities and that directly led to the group's official dissolution. I wonder what more it could take this time to really shut the Cabal down. I don't like these people.

aggelos· 3 weeks ago
Drowning is also used in ritual sacrifices, ie whitney houston...

Yaz· 3 weeks ago
I'm surprised that everyone has failed to see the most creepy part of the entire video!!!

2:57: the elevator door closes (and seems to work fine)
3:13: the elevator opens on a DIFFERENT FLOOR!!!, the wallpaper is different!

It seems like perhaps "something" in the elevator perhaps went UP a few floors, to possibly complete the sacrifice!!
Notice that it took almost 20 seconds, which means that the elevator either went far down or far up. It most probably is far up. I bet that if the elevator had gone down it would be at the reception floor - not likely after an incident like that. It was going UP!

And also, no one had pressed the elevator button, since no person was present on the other floor. That means that something inside the elevator pressed on something, perhaps what floor "something" wanted to get to.

Is it just me or is there a dark entity in the center of the entire video??

max· 3 weeks ago
I'm sorry but I am far more disturbed that people were drinking cadaver juice for weeks than the actually mystery of her death. That is vile.




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p.s. Hey. A silent reader of this blog who wishes to be known to one and all as LJX3 has brought the very weird death of Elisa Lam to bear on us today. It's a fascinating thing if you don't already know about it. Please solve the mystery or join the head scratchers as you see fit, thanks, and thanks largely and gratefully to our kind guest-host. Otherwise, I'm back from Berlin. The trip was terrific. It looks like the porn film project is a go. We'll see, but I hope to be able to make some kind of official announcement type of thing in the next few weeks. ** Wednesday ** Bill, Hi, B. The trip was great, very quick, but accomplished, I guess, and we saw some art and fun stuff. I just saw the email about your friend. Is he here now? Uh, I'll write to you, and hopefully we can meet up. Thanks! ** David Ehrenstein, Thank you, sir. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh. Oh, that's interesting. I'm most interested in things that scare me to some degree, but compel me just as much, so ... Like-minds or like-nervous systems? ** Steevee, That sounds like a solid theory to me. ** Dan, Hey! Yes, I was away and out of touch, but we're in touch now, and it looks like everything's getting solved and done, cool. Thank you so much! ** Bill Porter, Hi, Bill. Uh, no, I don't think I saw 'The American'. Cool sounding credits thing. I bet I'll get my chance on my next long plane trip, if nothing else. Plane in-flight movie itineraries love Clooney. How are you? What's going on? ** Etc etc etc, Hey, man. I'll save my 'great to talk to you' for the appropriate later weekend comment response. You know, I still haven't read 'IB', which has been staring at me from my book pile for ages, and I haven't seen 'The Canyons' either 'cos, I don't know, I just don't seem to be able to find an impetus to watch it. I'm with you on the 'Zero' to 'Lunar Park' straight flush. ** Jeffrey Coleman, Wow, hi, Jeff! Really great to see you! There was a tunnel or a drain pipe or something near the house where I grew up where I used to drug with friends too. Interesting. When I read what you wrote, I got a feeling of possible tunnel interest's origin bell ringing in my head. Anyway, yeah, how are you? I'd love to know. Take care. ** Thursday ** David Ehrenstein, Nice pix, thanks! ** Matty B, Hi, Matty! Believe it or not, you'll be finally getting a thing in an email from me today. You're painting again! That's awesome news! You gonna share what you're working on somewhere at some point, I hope? ** Brendan, A house? Serious. In East Hollywood? Nice. Where? How was Vegas? I was there a few weeks back. Stayed at the Bellagio. Did the rides atop the Stratosphere (or rather watched Zac do them due to my huge heights fear), did the Neon Museum, did 'Dig This!', did food, did walking, did the Turrells at that mall/hotel, blah blah. Miami, cool. What are you showing? No clue on the next LA trip at the moment. I was just there, albeit briefly, for Halloween spooky house exploring. Probably not for a while. When's your next Paris trip? ** Friday ** David Ehrenstein, Thanks for commenting. It would have been weird and sad and a first if the comments arena was totally empty that day. ** Saturday ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Oh, sweet about the card. So incredibly well worth the wait. Thank you! ** Sypha, Hi, James. Yeah, I thought I would surprise you. That was pts 1 &a 2 combined, yes. True, so many terrific artist possibilities for the cover art. Have you narrowed down the candidates at all? No, I don't think you ever told me that story about Rigby and Philip Best. That's pretty cool that Best knows about my blog. Share that pic if you can and don't mind. And thank you once again for the awesome post. ** Grant maierhofer, Hi Grant! Thanks a lot for your email. I just found it this morning. New Death Grips album is fantastic. They are so, so smart and interesting, those guys. The McQueen film isn't over here yet, but I'll see it, for sure. Fugazi! You have a favorite LP of theirs? I think mine would be 'In On the Kill Taker'. I haven't read 'YBARA' in ages, but I really, really liked it when I did. So him and yet so not the him we've come to know and complicatedly love. I'm good, great, really busy, but in the best way. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. ** Rewritedept, Hi, Chris. Nice to see you. It's been a while. Sweet and congrats on the new computer. I was in Berlin. It was both successful as far as the intended mission went and fun besides. I need to get Body/Head. I'm so behind. Meetings? Like what kind? Yeah, talk soon, I hope. ** Creative Massacre, I don't think I've ever seen even a whole episode of 'Dr. Who' in any of its incarnations, which is weird since tons of people I know, like you, seem very into it. 'Geocaching', ... no. I don't know it. How do you play? GPS game ... how does that work? Is it an app or something? Sounds kind of quite cool. Take care, M! ** Steevee, Hey. Wait, how is McQueen the von Trier of the UK? Hm. Yeah, how? I like McQueen's stuff mostly, which means mostly his visual art, but you know how I feel about von Trier. I just read something about Penny Penny somewhere that made me in intrigued. In The Wire, probably. Huh, I'll check it out. Thanks much for the tip. ** Thomas Moronic, Hi, T! The trip was swell, thanks. I did hear the new Xiu Xiu. I like it a bunch. Very curious about the new album, for sure. What do you know or think about his 'quitting music' thing? ** Bill, Hi, B. Yeah, the trip was mostly about trying to nail down whether the porn film has a producer and a course of action, etc., and it looks like it does. Otherwise, mm, walked around, saw a big Anish Kapoor show, went to the Bless private sale, went to the Hamburger Bahnhof museum, ate quite good Mexican food, did one of the 'Berlin Underground' tours of the old bunker system, and this and that. Very nice. ** Etc etc etc, Hey, Casey. It was really great to talk yesterday, for sure. Thanks a bunch. Yeah, at some point I hope I'll feel ready to see if I can salvage anything from the failed George Miles novel. The wound is still a little too fresh right now. The impetus to write the Cycle for George was, no surprise, very complicated and big. I feel like it would be impossible to nail down without too much thinking and talking for the p.s. context. In fact, one of the reasons I'd wanted to write the filed GM novel was to try to explain that at length. It was both a hugely emotional decision to do the Cycle for him and a strategic one because putting him or his resemblance/essence at the center of the novels controlled my emotions and priorities and so on. The direct novel for/about George that I tried to write failed for so many, many reasons. I chose the wrong strategy to begin with, and I was so emotionally overwrought by writing it that I didn't realize my mistake until extremely too late. I couldn't find a way to convey him or our relationship. I always write from confusion and through confusion and about confusion, but that project was too confusing, and I could never find a way around how, since he's dead, and since no else has ever written about him, I would end up owning his memory, a thing that makes me extremely uncomfortable. I don't know. A lot of reasons why it didn't work. Too many reasons. That was the problem. Thank you a lot for wanting to know, man. Do send the bite-size piece when you can and like, thank you! ** Misanthrope, Hi, George. The trip was great, yeah, thanks. Very cool about the XboxOne's timely surprise arrival, and that you're obviously having a great time with LPS. Oh, shit, about the medication price increase thing. That's insane! Wtf?! Well, awesome, to say the least, that your doc found you a solution. Whoa, man. ** Okay. We're caught up. Please spend your local time poring over the post today, and thank you, everyone. 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'He's the bad boy of South Korean cinema, an upstart who didn't attend film school or serve an apprenticeship with an established director, the usual routes to helming your own picture. To hear Kim Ki-Duk tell it, he wrote a screenplay that a producer wanted desperately to buy. Kim held out, asking to direct. The producer resisted, but Kim held his ground. Eventually, he got his way. In 1996, his first feature was released. Crocodile was the tale of a man who recovers the bodies of suicides in the Han River, which runs through Seoul.

'In the years since, Kim hasn't wasted any time. His 10th film, Samaritan Girl, debuted at the Berlin International Film Festival, winning him a best director prize. Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter ... and Spring, his ninth film, was his first to be released commercially in the U.S. outside of New York City. It's a contemplative parable about the link between suffering and desire, between atonement and enlightenment. Its setting is a small Buddhist temple floating in the middle of a remote mountain lake. The film's mood of tranquillity and philosophical rumination is hardly what this director is known for.

'Kim's other recent films, Bad Guy and Samaritan Girl, are more naked in their examination of life's darker sides -- both revolve around prostitution, violent beatings and bloody deaths. In South Korea, Kim's films have drifted from art house fare to commercial success, with Bad Guy a hit in 2002. In that film, a small-time gangster forces a young girl into prostitution; he becomes obsessed with her and she in turn begins to form an attachment to him. Samaritan Girl follows two schoolgirls who decide to run a prostitution scam, until one dies tragically and the other decides to "pay back" her johns as an act of remorse.

'Kim, 43, is soft-spoken, a small, compact man with closely cropped hairand a soft voice. He continually doodles, writing bits of questions posed and of responses readied on a Korean newspaper, which he repeatedly folds this way and that to find additional blank spaces. Born to a family of farmers in a South Korean village, Kim got his only formal education at a primary school, one run by missionaries. Although this made him Christian for many years, these days, he admits, "I have my doubts." He spent five years in the South Korean equivalent of the Marine Corps -- getting in even though he had been rejected by the Army when he failed a psychological test.

'"I thought it was unfair so I volunteered for the Marine Corps," he says. "I made an effort and I got in." Unfortunately, this bit of bravado turned into a trauma that troubles him to this day. "What I gained was physical power, and what I lost was my mind," he says. "I'm still suffering from my memories of the Marine Corps service -- the violence, the hierarchy."

'It was in France, he says, that he saw his first movie. His first movie? Well, he did watch some religion-themed movies in missionary school, but he hardly remembers. What he does remember, however, was walking into a French cinema and seeing The Silence of the Lambs. Despite the fact that he couldn't understand the French into which it had been dubbed, he could follow the story. Most of all he was transfixed by the images and the audio.

'"I was watching the pictures and listening to the sounds," he says. To this day, that is what films are to him, series of images and sounds, and he likes to keep speech to a minimum. "I don't like movies with lots of dialogue." Thus inspired, he says, "I started to write scripts after I came back from France." One was selected in a government-sponsored competition, another fell into the hands of an architect who wanted to produce films. After some wrangling, this man eventually gave him his first chance. Kim says that he already understood lighting, composition and angles from being a painter; the rest of it he learned by doing.'-- collaged



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Further

Kim Ki-duk @ IMDb
The Kim Ki-duk Page
Kim Ki-duk's Movies Blog
KK-d @ mubi
KK-d Facebook page
'The strange case of director Kim Ki-Duk'
'Kim Ki-duk Seeks Industry Vote on Moebius'
'The Wordless Beauty and Brutality of Kim Ki-duk's Moebius'
'Lunch with director Kim Ki-duk. . . sort of'
'The History of Cinema. Kim Ki-Duk'
'TIFF Day 10: Pieta x 13'
KK-d interviewed @ Filmmaker Magazine
'Master from Orient KIM KI-DUK'
'Cruel Beauty: The Cinema of Kim Ki-Duk'



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Extras


Venezia 70 Future Reloaded - Kim Ki-duk


Best of Kim Ki-duk


"Amen..." A Short Movie Directed By & Starring Kim Ki-duk


Interview with Kim Ki-duk



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Your films deal with very extreme emotions, often times equal parts love and hatred and the similarities between the two. Where does the inspiration for making films that deal with this material come from? What drives you as a filmmaker?

Kim Ki-Duk: I believe that every person has multiple feelings. A person's current personality of love, hatred, jealousy, rage or a murderous intent and so on is formed upon genetic elements, education, the environment and a family a person grows in.

The source of my movie comes from a theory "The white color and the black color is the same." I try not to interpret things of the world into a single meaning. Rather, I try the opposite. For example, a man, who fights too often and too well, does so, not because he's good at it but because he is scared.

Your films are also known for their minimal amounts of dialogue, yet you're still able to portray so much through your movies without the need for a lot of words. Why is it that your characters are so often so quiet?

KK-D: I don't think that the spoken words solve everything. Sometimes silence delivers truer feelings while the words can distort the meaning in some situations.

Your films often times deal with outcasts, people who don't fit into the norms of society - like the central character in 3-Iron or the prostitute in Bad Guy. Why the focus on more unfortunate characters?

KK-D: They should be respected as one of the contemporaries. Even though they are unhappy, it is wrong for us to judge them as unhappy. I wanted to show their frank lives through my movies.

Which of your films do you feel the most proud of and why is it that you choose that one?

KK-D: There's none I feel proud of. The movies I will make in the future are the ones I take pride in, because they will contain the consciousness that I am not aware of yet. I am curious - with what kind of idea and thought I will live. But if you insist to pick one, I'd like to recommend Address Unknown to the American viewers. I want American youngsters to see how a youth in a third world lives.

How do you feel about film critics who think your work is too violent or too exploitative? Or towards people who feel your work is sexist and misogynistic?

KK-D: I think that is possible. They have different background and education from mine which naturally led them to interpret my movie differently. But the critics become careful now that I am internationally recognized and have won several awards. I guess they are looking back their own thoughts. I hope their point of view changes from seeing only a single thing to observing multiple stuffs, but they will need some time.




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11 of Kim Ki-duk's 21 films

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Crocodile (1996)
'Crocodile is a 1996 South Korean film. It was the directorial debut of Ki-duk Kim and stars Cho Jae-hyun as "Crocodile". The film tells the story of a man living at the edge of the Han River in Seoul, who saves a woman trying to commit suicide. He then proceeds to rape and abuse her until an odd relationship develops between them.'-- collaged



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Birdcage Inn (1998)
'Birdcage Inn is the third film of Kim Ki-duk, who probably ranks as the Korean director with the most conflicted reputation. Although it was Kim's first film which managed to attract international attention, it was a major failure at the box-office in Korea itself. The story centers on a 24-year-old woman named Jin-a, who comes to a shabby guesthouse named Birdcage Inn to replace a prostitute who previously worked there. (Some spoilers to follow...) A couple with two children in their late teens run the lodge, located in a small village right in front of the ocean. The situation of Jin-a is complicated in many ways. Not only does her pimp force her into prostitution, but the family she lives with also gives her a hard time. The daughter discriminates against the young girl because of her social background, the mother only sees her as a source of capital, the silent father rapes her and the son, last but not least, tries to lose his virginity with her.'-- koreanfilm.org



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The Isle (2000)
'The Isle is a 2000 South Korean film written and directed by Kim Ki-duk. The film was the fifth film made by Kim, and the first to receive wider international acclaim for his recognizable style. It also became notorious for being difficult to watch, with stories of viewers vomiting or passing out during the more gruesome scenes when the film premiered at the Venice Film Festival. In his review of the film, Roger Ebert, having seen the film at the 2001 Sundance Film Festival, praised the film for its cinematography, while commenting "This is the most gruesome and quease-inducing film you are likely to have seen. You may not even want to read the descriptions in this review."'-- collaged



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Bad Guy (2001)
'Bad Guy, from 2001, is extremely powerful and clearly lays the roots for a lot of Ki-duk's later work, dealing with one of his favorite themes, prostitution.The scees where Han-ki watches Sun-hwa through the two way mirror are absolutely phenomenal. The black void lighting, only broken by the embers of a burning cigarette, his face reflected in the mirror, watching Sun-Hwa's gradual degredation. I love the way Kim's frame create multiple planes of action. You can watch Han-Ki's face and the action with Sun-hwa simultaneously, in the same way that a number of scenes with Han and his crew are set so that we can see Sun and her crew soliciting customers in the background, two stories happening at once.'-- Thoughts on Stuff



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The Making of 'Bad Guy'



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Samaritan Girl (2004)
'Yeo-jin and Jae-yeong are two teenage girls who are trying to earn money for a trip to Europe. To reach this end, Jae-yeong is prostituting herself while Yeo-jin acts as her pimp, setting her up with the clients and staying on guard for the police. Things take a turn for the worse when Yeo-jin gets distracted from her duty and the police raid the motel where Jae-yeong is meeting with a client. To avoid getting caught, Jae-yeong jumps out of a window, fatally injuring herself. After Jae-yeong's death, Yeo-jin blames herself and to ease her own conscience, sets to return all of the money they earned to the clients while sleeping with them herself. Eventually Yeo-jin's father, a policeman, is devastated when he discovers what she is doing. He starts following her discreetly and confronts her clients with increasingly violent results. Finally, he ends up brutally killing a client.'-- collaged



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3-Iron (2004)
'3-Iron sees Kim softening his bleak view of humanity somewhat, and removing some of the incredible viciousness which made many of his earlier works rather unpalatable for those with weaker stomachs. Although 3-Iron is still very much concerned with emotional isolation and in this case a desire to fade from the world, the director injects a sense of surrealist whimsy. Also, despite themes of domestic violence and societal control, Kim works in a number of surprisingly gentle and beautiful moments. The end result is an almost ethereal, yet truly captivating film which is fascinating and moving, and which stands amongst Kim’s finest, yet again confirming that he is one of the most talented and insightful directors working in the profession today.'-- Beyond Hollywood



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The Bow (2005)
'A 60-year-old man has lived with a 16-year-old girl on a boat afloat in the middle of the sea for 10 years. The old man crosses days off of a calendar and counts the remaining days to her 17th birthday. She is content with her life, helping the old man serve the fishermen who come to the boat. When a gentle college boy comes aboard to fish, their relationship begins to suffer. As she becomes more and more attracted to the boy, she begins to distance herself from the old man, arousing his jealousy. Much like other movies by Kim Ki-duk the film contains very little dialogue.'-- Han Cinema



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Time (2006)
'Breaking with his formal rule of silence, Kim Ki-Duk has conceded here an unusual amount of room for the dialogues. But if speech is regained, there is still a sense of loss (of meaning, of consistency) in the dramatic scenes, which paradoxically accentuates their impact. The loss tightens the action and exacerbates the expressions of the couple, who oscillate, outside psychological norms, in the narrow margin between desperation and theatrical hysteria (not a word one should use lightly when speaking about a director accused of being “outrageously misogynistic”), causing as much violence to each other as they do to themselves. As Seh-Hee feels she failed to be accepted for what she is (“"the same boring face,” she dejectedly says to her lover) , she has this very face cut into another's, in an intensely clinical and critical moment when her flesh becomes a malleable mask, artistic material for the recreation of her self.'-- The Korea Film Society



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The Making of 'Time'



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Arirang (2011)
'Arirang addresses a personal crisis Kim went through, sparked by an incident during the filming of his previous film, Dream, where the lead actress nearly died by hanging, and by the departure of a couple of close colleagues, including the director Jang Hoon. The title comes from a Korean folk song with the same title. In a heavily line-broken text released about the film, Kim writes that "Through Arirang I understand human beings, thank the nature, and accept my life as it is now."[1] Kim produced the film entirely on his own. It premiered in the Un Certain Regard section of the 2011 Cannes Film Festival, and won the top award for best film.'-- collaged



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Kim Ki-Duk sings 'Arirang'



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Pieta (2012)
'Pietà is the 18th feature written and directed by Kim Ki-duk. It depicts the mysterious relationship between a brutal man who works for loan sharks and a middle-aged woman who claims that she is his mother, mixing Christian symbolism and highly sexual content. The film won the Golden Lion prize at the 69th Venice International Film Festival. At its Venice press screening, it reportedly "elicited extremely mixed reactions". Deborah Young of The Hollywood Reporter described it as "an intense and, for the first hour, sickeningly violent film that unexpectedly segues into a moving psychological study." Young gave high praises to the film's acting performances, however states "it’s not an exaggeration to say there’s not a single pleasant moment in the film’s first half" and "Viewers will keep their eyes closed" for the majority of the film."'-- collaged



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PIETA Q&A with Kim Ki-duk at AFI FEST



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Moebius (2013)
'After narrowly missing the Busan screening of the controversial and censorship loathed new film from master filmmaker Kim Ki Duk, I wasn’t going to miss the Hong Kong Asian Film Festival leg of Moebius. What can I say about this film? Let’s start of by a few descriptive words, namely disturbing, twisted, unbelievable, fascinating, frustrating and incestuous. Believe me, Kim Ki Duk have made some strange films, dealing with difficult and often controversial subjects (i.e. Pieta), but in Moebius, he goes further and beyond even himself. From the opening scene of a moebius wife who is mentally ill from her husband infidelity, fails to cut his penis and instead turn her attention to their son and quite frankly and literally chop off his penis. To call Moebius daring is actually an understatement, as it is more than that, it is a film that will haunt you, lingers with you and perhaps disturb you till you never think about it again.'-- HK Neo Reviews



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'Moebius' by Kim Ki-duk: interviews of the director and cast




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p.s. Hey. ** David Ehrenstein, Yeah, such a strange story. ** Grant maierhofer, Hi, Grant. '13 Songs' is great. I think my 2nd fave is 'Repeater' for some reason. Hope you have a great week too, man. ** Matty B., My pleasure and more, M. I'm glad it's okay. That little book-in-progress sounds super interesting. And, yeah, great if you can share evidence of the new paintings and the sculpture, wow, if you do that. Nice all the way around, my friend. ** Tosh Berman, That is so incredibly weird that you encountered her on the day she died. And in The Last Bookstore. I visited it the last time I was in LA. Kind of an appropriately spooky context. Totally, totally strange. ** Steevee, Hey. I've only seen 'Hunger', and that's very interesting. I didn't notice that being so present in his earlier gallery-oriented video work, but then again I wasn't thinking about it. It's von Trier's films' completely unwarranted arrogance and his sadism towards the viewer that really bothers me. Or, well, more than that, but it's too complicated to go into. Anyway, I will check out McQueen's new one with your thoughts in mind. You must be having a lot of disagreements with people right now since it sure seems like a lot of people are really, really into '12 Years ... '. I'm practicing keeping my mouth shut re: the impending new von Trier. Anyway, thanks for that, Steve. Oh, how do we see your Fandor list? I just tried googling, and I couldn't come up with a link. ** Nothing Special, Hey! Welcome, and really good to meet you! Thanks a lot for the really kind words. No, I won't be at Miami Basel, unfortunately. Yes, sure, please feel free to send me questions or we could talk/phone or Skype vis-à-vis the questions if you like. No problem. My email, if you don't have it, is dcooperweb@gmail.com. Look forward to interacting with you, and, of course, come back in here whenever you feel like it. That would be great. Take care, John. ** Etc etc etc, It's true, isn't it? I wonder why. The layout and weird space(iness) of the city maybe. I've always been fascinated by all the negative space there, all the margins and gaps. It's a great/hard place to write about. Ha ha, wow, about the Pinkberry, frat-filled mixers. Did you mention before that you lived in LA? I've forgotten. Why were you there? ** Graham Russell, Hey, Mr. Russell, how are you? Thanks. How are you? What's going on in your world? ** Gary gray, Hi, Gary. Chicago? Stranded? Ah, snow ... I'm watching the Parisian skies and waiting and waiting. It's about 2 degrees away from being cold enough to get some droppage. Well, I hope you find a way out there before the snow and stuff gets too de rigeur. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. 3 years? Wow. I think I remember when you started doing those treatments, and, yeah, it doesn't seem anywhere near that long ago. Obviously, it's so great that they're helping. Is being in a hyperbaric oxygen chamber interesting as an experience in any way? I know nothing about how they work and feel, etc. ** Keaton, Hey, buddy. Well, happy Thanksgiving back to you. Wow, it's Thanksgiving right now or soon or something? I completely forget about that holiday now. Everyone, Happy NSFW Thanksgiving from the mighty Keaton! ** Creative Massacre, Hi. I will see what the Dr. Who thing is about for sure. Huh, that Geocaching game sounds really fascinating and really, really up my alley. I wonder if it's possible to play it over here in Paris. Wow, yeah, I'll click that link and see what it is. Thanks a bunch, Misty! ** Sypha, Hi. Now you've got me wondering whether I do weird things when I'm alone, Or, I mean, weirder than the usual privacy enabling stuff. I don't know. I'm going to pay attention to myself the next time I'm alone and not sitting here typing into my blog at the same time. ** Misanthrope, Hi, G. Crazy and grotesque about the increases. No good would come from a comparison of the French system vs. the American system, but, yeah, that sort of thing doesn't happen over here, obviously. Knocking you the fuck out in a bad way? LPS doesn't get to watch wrestling down south. Wtf?! ** Bill, Hey. No, the Anish Kapoor show we saw was this one at Martin-Gropius-Bau. It was good. A creme brûlée torch? Wow, what ... why ... ? Oh, Thursday should work, I think. I'll get in touch. ** Thomas Moronic, Hi, Thomas. Thanks re: the porn project. I read something somewhere that suggested or stated or something that the new album is part of an upcoming trilogy of albums that are supposed to be Xiu Xiu's farewell to music. I can't remember where I read that. I'll go try to find out. ** Right, Today the blog draws your attention to the films of Kim Ki-duk. That's it, basically. Have at them and do what you will do. See you tomorrow.

Gig #48: Of late 3: Demdike Stare, Oneohtrix Point Never, Castevet, Helm, Forest Swords, Moonface, Laurel Halo, Shit and Shine, Puce Mary, Tim Hecker, Four Tet, Damien Dubrovnik, Julia Holter, Brigitte Fontaine, Gnaw

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'The manner in which music can bring forth beautiful forms without any particular affective content can be illustrated in a general way by a branch of ornamentation in the visual arts: the arabesque. We take in sweeping lines; at times they dip gently, at times they strive boldly upward; they discover and leave one another; they correspond in their curves large and small, seemingly incommensurable yet always well proportioned. Everywhere there is a welcoming counterpart or pendant, a gathering of small details and yet a whole. Let us contemplate this arabesque not as if it were something dead and static, but rather as something constantly in the process of creating itself before our eyes. How the broad and fine lines surprise the eye at every moment, pursuing one another, raising themselves from small curves to a magnificent height, then sinking again, then expanding, coming together and in ingenious alternation of rest and tension! The image as a whole thus becomes higher and more noble. If we think of this living arabesque as the active emanation of an artistic spirit who ceaselessly pours into the arteries of this motion his fantasy—does not this impression approximate quite closely that of music?

'It is extraordinarily difficult to describe this self-sufficiently beautiful in music, this specifically musical beauty. Because music has no prototype in nature and expresses no conceptual content, it can be discussed only either in dry technical terms or through poetic fictions. Its kingdom is truly "not of this world." All the fantastic descriptions, characterizations, and paraphrases of a musical work are figurative or wrong. What in accounts of every other art is merely descriptive is already metaphorical in music. Music demands to be perceived simply as music; it can be understood and enjoyed only in terms of its own self.

'The concept of "form" is realized in music in an entirely distinctive manner. The forms created out of tones are not empty but full; they are not merely the outlines of a vacuum, but rather a spirit that creates itself from within. In contrast to the arabesque, music is nevertheless in fact an image, albeit one whose object we cannot express through words and comprehend through concepts. In music we find sense and order, but these are musical; music is a language that we speak and understand yet are incapable of translating. That one speaks of "thoughts" in musical works represents a profound insight, and as in speech, a trained judgement easily distinguishes genuine thoughts from empty phrases. In just this way, we recognize the rationally self-contained quality of a group of notes in that we call this grouping a "sentence." We feel precisely where its sense is completed, just as in a logical sentence, even though the truths of the two propositions are entirely incommensurable.'-- Eduard Hanslick








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Demdike StareTransmission
'Demdike Stare is the occult project of Miles Whittaker and Sean Canty. Miles is also known as Modern Love’s DJ MLZ or as one half of Pendle Coven. Sean Canty is the dedicated digger behind the Haxan events and a member of the respected Finders Keepers crew of vinyl vultures. The duo’s collaborative project tracks the sonic ley lines of cult soundtracks, Arabesque dubs and psychotomimetic ephemera with a proper Lancastrian twist. Their releases, notable for their beautiful cover design by Andy Votel, have included Symbiosis, Liberation Through Hearing, Voices of Dust and Forest of Evil.'-- collaged






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Oneohtrix Point NeverProblem Areas
'If you didn’t know anything about Daniel Lopatin — the synth maestro behind Oneohtrix Point Never — and you just had to guess what he might be like based on the music he releases, it easy to see how his recorded output could easily conjure visions of some kind of very relaxed intergalactic wizard methodically crafting sonic soundscapes on a variety of machines created sometime in the 1980s that were presumably found drifting in space. In the world of minimalist electronic music, Lopatin has carved out his very own zone — a sonic landscape characterized by otherworldly synth sounds, occasional bits of drone, and wide swaths of silence. In reality, Lopatin is just a very industrious guy living and making music in Brooklyn.'-- Stereogum






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CastevetCavernous
'Castevet will tease you, but don’t take it the wrong way: On their stubborn and excellent second album, Obsian, the New York math-metal-madman trio hint at climaxes they refuse to deliver and misdirect their redirections as a rule. When they race into instrumental codas at the exits of their blackened labyrinths, as they do on opener “The Tower”, they don’t do so in order to ease away from the intensity and float toward an end. They instead only get more complex, drawing outside of plain rhythmic lines. When they add an acoustic guitar, as they do on centerpiece “As Fathomed by Beggars and Victims”, they don’t do so to soften their sound or mitigate their density. They do it to make their spider-webbed arrangements that much more intricate, disrupting the generally clean spaces between their six-string bass, electric guitar, and ultra-articulate drums with a feathery texture.'-- Pitchfork






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Helmlive
'Helm is Luke Younger - a sound artist and experimental musician based in London, working with a vast array of revolving instrumentation and abstract sound sources. Younger's compositions build a dense aural landscape which touches on aspects of musique concrete, uncomfortable sound poetry, industrial, and hallucinatory drones. Younger creates a world where his instruments morph into spectral rust, a shimmering klang swims alongside passive noise and the relationship between acoustic and electronic derived sounds forms a solid foundation.'-- surefire.agency






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Forest SwordsAnneka's Battle
'Barnes incorporates field recordings and refers to his locale in song titles; he also mixed the entire album on his laptop while sitting outside. Opening his process up a bit to include his environment perhaps explains how music this skeletal can sound like it has so much blood coursing through it. It also explains how the one-man world of Forest Swords can feel so universal. Unrestricted by words or verse-chorus structures, Barnes’ songs reflect the way life can feel like an endless loop, growing and building without ever losing its cyclical nature. Maybe that’s why, even though Forest Swords’ sound skirts an array of genres, it doesn’t belong to any single one. Barnes’ work is less concerned with trends or scenes than experiences and memories that everyone has had, regardless of what music they’ve listened to before.'-- collaged






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MoonfaceLove the House You're In
'Spencer Krug's Moonface records—like the early Sunset Rubdown EPs, which also centered around a single instrument—are less dizzying than some of Sunset Rubdown's more circuitous work, but they've occasionally seemed more conceptually clever than genuinely captivating. There's an urgency at work throughout his new album that keeps convolution at bay, a sense that these songs had to come out this way, commanding and unadorned. On paper, the piano-centric album may appear to be another of Krug's experiments, stripping back as a means to stave off boredom. But Krug, in foregrounding his voice and minimizing the instrumentation, is clearly trying to limit the distance between himself and these songs, resulting in his most immediately gripping work in ages.'-- Pitchfork






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Laurel HaloAinnome
'Time, post-internet, works in two ways online. There's the slide/slice: the object, the moment, the discrete unit of time that acts as a node in the flat internet universe. Then there's the scroll/stream: this is stuff like Facebook or Twitter feeds; it appears to flow linearly, but it's essentially a skeuomorphic calendar filter applied to an aggregation of the flow of slides, because once new things are added, and then become part of the flat agglomeration of data, they are never lost. Lived time is another beast entirely: it seems to be linear, but memory isn't; bodies droop and look progressively worse in selfies; the second law of thermodynamics kicks in. There's a lot of post-net art that addresses the possibilities and trauma caused by the first two conditions while completely ignoring the third. Chance Of Rain is one of the first albums I've heard that fully acknowledges, let alone addresses, these contradictions and compositionally works across all three modes of perception.'-- The Quietus






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Shit and Shine live
'Imagine you’re in a glider with Merzbow and Earth — heading straight towards a pylon — and, if you’re still conscious, the barely lucid aura rapidly engulfing you will be somewhere close to the jarring and unhinged noise-scapes of Shit and Shine. The brain child of Todd impresario Craig Clouse, Shit And Shine have been churning out hulking sonic spasms of unrelenting, loosely structured noise since 2004’s limited edition LP You’re Lucky To Have Friend Like Us, steadily building momentum through a series of seemingly non-coherent releases, and semi-comprehensible live performances — frequently featuring no more than guitars, oh, and about ten drummers.'-- The Quietus






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Puce Marylive
'Sometimes you want to make love and sometimes you want to get fucked. Noise can fill a hole similar to the way hair-pulling, slapping, screaming, I-don’t-care-if-the-neighbors-complain coitus does. Like the hickey you have to hide the next day and the bruised shoulder that aches each time you move, the piercing tones, rib-cracking thuds and raw-throated vocals of Noise are a perverse pleasure; it says “you’re alive, you’re human, and you’re dirty.” Enter Puce Mary, whose sound has late 70s Industrial’s sexual preoccupation with a vein of dark purple malaise running straight to the tip.'-- Tiny Mix Tapes






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Tim HeckerStab Variation
'What you immediately notice about Virgins with respect to Hecker’s consistently reputable oeuvre is a certain shift in focus. Associated above all with ambient soundscapes and artists such as Stars Of the Lid, I have always regarded Hecker’s musical production as activity that arises out of passivity. Even on 2011’s acclaimed Ravedeath, 1972, which contained a considerable amount of sonic movement, it was on the whole a certain circular withdrawal into itself — tracks fade in and out with repose, and remain as untouchable as the enigmatic aftertaste of rave itself. This is ambient music without abstraction: a lowered gaze of incisive vision.'-- Tiny Mix Tapes






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Four TetParallel Jalebi
'Kieran Hebden (born 1978), best known by the stage name Four Tet, is a post-rock and electronic musician. Hebden first came to prominence as a member of the band Fridge before establishing himself as a solo artist. Hebden's music originally eschewed the traditional pop song format in favour of a more abstract approach—his sound and melodies incorporate elements of hip hop, electronica, techno, jazz, grime and folk music with live instrumentation. His newer works are inspired heavily by house music.'-- collaged






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Damien DubrovnikThe Boys Would Lie Flat On Their Stomachs
'Loke Rahbek and Christian Stadsgaard are two young Danish musicians you might recognise from their other bands. Rahbek is in in Vår and Sexdrome, as well as contributing every now and then to the Sacred Bones-signed Lust For Youth. Stadsgaard plays under the name Sarah's Charity, and has also appeared in bands like Angry Ayrans, Opec and Severe Photography, who also featured Rahbek. Together they are key to the vibrant, tight-knit and unnervingly young noise and punk underground in Copenhagen. With their label Posh Isolation, they have lent some coherence to a scene built on tiny runs of cassettes and impossible-to-find 7"s. Everyone seems to have played in everyone else's band at one stage or another. Everything seems linked, from Iceage all the way down to projects with one run of 25 improvised, blackened noise cassettes under their belt.'-- The Quietus






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Julia Holter World
'In the last seconds of the string-laden, heavy-burdened "World," the opening track from Loud City Song, everything drops out except for a voice that sings with hopeless deflation, "How can I escape you?" Julia Holter has always had a flair for not only drama, but also the dramatic. She's loosely based albums on Greek tragedies and the classic New Wave French film Last Year at Marienbad. And on Loud City Song, due out August 20, Holter looks to the 1958 musical film Gigi for her third album in as many years.'-- collaged






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Brigitte FontaineLes Crocs
'Brigitte Fontaine, born in 1939 in Morlaix, France is a singer of avant-garde music. Her narrative music is experimental. She is also a writer, comedienne, playwright, and poet. During the course of her career she employed numerous unusual musical styles, melting rock and roll, folk, free jazz, spoken word poetry and world rhythms. She collaborated with such celebrated musicians as Jean-Claude Vannier, Areski, Jacques Higelin, Sonic Youth, Stereolab, Noir Désir, Grace Jones, Gotan Project, Archie Shepp, Arno, Georges Moustaki and Art Ensemble Of Chicago.'-- last.fm






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GnawHorrible Chamber
'While the similarities to Khanate are absolutely impossible to ignore here, Gnaw firmly hold their own and have a real aptitude for creating genuinely disturbing atmospheres. Gone are the twenty minute 10BPM monoliths and oppressively endless walls of drone, but in their place lies a more direct assault with fiery buzz-saw guitars and a more regulated approach to song structure. There's still tons of hissing, shrieking feedback, ghost-in-the-machine voices, and pummeling waves of noise, but it all feels more calculated and plotted out than the spontaneity shown on the bulk of Khanate's records.'-- collaged







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p.s. Hey. ** Steevee, Hi. Oh, okay, about the Fandor list. Yes, let us know when it has launched please, thanks. Mm, I might have come across those Cinemascope reviews when I was making the post, I can't remember. Of course the critical reaction to his films interests me a lot. How critics deal with representations of violence, rape, etc., is inherently interesting, given my interest in how to represent such things appropriately in my stuff. ** David Ehrenstein, Thank you kindly, sir. Oh, so I'm guessing that, if not a month, it should not be a huge amount of more time? Things have to be gotten right. That tunnel's light gives me bated breath. ** Rewritedept, Hi. The Illuminati conspiracy stuff is bottomless and kind of fun to play like a game. It's like numerology meets Shakespeare meets Agatha Christie or some such thing. I was in the States when Body/Head played Paris. And I think I was in Berlin when Lee Ranaldo played. (I've met and interviewed Lee, and I don't remember him being particularly short at all.) And I know I was in the States when Thurston was here reading with Eileen Myles a few weeks ago. The Sonic Youthers and I seem to be in different dimensions. No, you didn't say you stayed at the Cecil Hotel, but that's creepy. My week is/should be pretty excellent, I think. Has been so far. Like I said, I completely forget that Thanksgiving exists nowadays, and it was always my least favorite holiday, so I will think nothing about it on whatever day it occurs. Thursday? Jeez, that's a big, interesting list. I'll have to pore over it. Looks eclectic, interesting. 'Abbey Road'?! Huh. I should make a new favorite albums list or something. Yeah, might be fun. I know about the 'White Album' thing. Is it possible to hear it somewhere? Probably, right? I'll go look. I don't think I know Cicada 3301. Hm, curious. I'll investigate, thank you! ** Etc etc etc, Hey, man. Oh, four years, and you went to UCLA? That's very interesting. Herzog's reasons are funny. It's such a weird place. There always seems to be this divide between the way that people who grew up there, like, say, me, and people who ended up there think about it. The falsity thing about LA is so much less present and significant to me. It's there, but it's a part of a world within LA that has no real relationship to the world I've known and lived in there. Maybe it's like the difference how Disneyland seems to visitors vs. people who work there or who built it or something. I don't know. I totally get how it could be the most American city. Except it isn't a city really. It's a stretch of places. City is just the place's job or profession. Calling it a city is like calling something that's confusing surreal. People love to consolidate it. I guess that's why people think detective novels set there are the best portraits. People want to visit a zoo based on LA. I don't know. It's interesting. The lit scene there is very odd and dispersed. Good for doing the actual writing, not as good for community and proximate recognition. Yeah, Penny-Ante, they're cool. Fingers crossed. I got your email. Thanks a lot, man! ** Torn porter, Hi. Thanks. Traveling and shit. Cool, I hear you. Happy birthday belatedly but very sincerely! Big Sur, sweet, have fun or, well, I guess I hope you had fun, assuming you're there or on your way. Not the tiniest molecule-like trace of Thanksgiving makes it over here to France, thank fucking goodness. ** Keaton, An Eli Roth Thanksgiving sounds like a nice take. Yeah, Thanksgiving is just about being force-fed your family's presence, which I was never happy about. I guess if I'd had sexy cousins, it could have been different. I think I've met my cousins once or possibly twice in my life. I don't know their names or where they live. Weird. Uh, good question about the pre-death reaction. I'm sure I'm immortal, but I would definitely freak way the fuck out if that ever happened to me. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Thanks for explaining that. I thought maybe it had a physical effect like a drug or something, but it sounds more like a particular kind of meeting ground. I know Patrick Cowley, of course, but I didn't know about his porn soundtracks, weird, interesting. I'm almost sure I saw 'School Daze' back in the day, though. I'll google it and find a way to hear his score too. Cool, thanks! ** Misanthrope, Hi. Well, and you'd have to become a legal resident of France too, which I guess would be expensive. I mean, you'd have to semi-live here. That's expensive. I don't personally get the benefit of French health care, for instance, since I'm just a tourist who won't go away. I wonder how hard it is to start a Pharm Company. Really hard, I guess. Yeah, really, really hard, I guess. ** Bill Porter, Hey, Bill. Your wife wants to be a chiropractor or is one? That's cool. Chiropractors are magicians. Real magic. Fingers definitely crossed on your MFA applications. Really, really hard to think that you won't get swept up, but bureaucracy is so unpredictable. Where did you apply? 'LA is so stuffed with symbols': Nice, very nice. ** les mots dans le nom, Hi! Nice to see you! Yes, his image making is very cool and sometimes exciting. I think that's what I'm most drawn to in his films. 'Pieta' is my least favorite of the films of his that I've seen probably for very similar reasons to yours. Anyway, thank you. It's nice to hear from someone who knows his work and is into it to some degree. I hope you're doing great! ** Sypha, Hi, James. Thanks for the email. The photo of P&R is awesome, and of course I'm thrilled that Best referenced me in his dissertation. That's really, really cool. Yeah, thank you so much! That fencing thing just sounds like the retaining of some wonderful freedom of movement-meets-imagination thing from childhood, i.e. not weird but rather a gift or something. ** End. Uh, ... oh, I made a gig out of some of the stuff I've been into lately as a sharing type of situation, I guess you could say. See if anything in my soundtrack seems qualified to make it into yours, I suppose. See you tomorrow in any case.

The 4th annual DC's Bûche de Noël Beauty Pageant

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'The earliest recipe of the Bûche de Noël shows up in Pierre Lacam’s 1898 Le memorial historique et géographique de la pâtisserie. The earliest mention however is a couple of years earlier in Alfred Suzanne’s 1894 La cuisine anglaise et la pâtisserie where he notes in passing that it is (was?) the specialty of a certain Ozanne, presumably his friend Achille Ozanne (1846-1898). Of course we have no idea of what this looked like. An article in the French newspaper Figaro adds an interesting tidbit (see Pierre Leonforte, “La bûche de Noël : une histoire en dents de scie,” Figaro, 17 December 2000): according to Stéphane Bonnat, of chocolatier Félix Bonnat her great grandfather’s recipe collection from 1884 contains a recipe for a roll cake make with chocolate ganache. Admittedly she makes no claim to this being the first bûche de Noël.

'One of the famous stories about this French dessert is associated with Napoleon Bonaparte of France. He issued a proclamation, as per which, the people of Paris were ordered to close the chimneys of their houses, during winters. It was thought that entry of cold air into the houses was causing spread of illnesses and the proclamation was aimed at prevention of such diseases. It was during this time that Buche de Noel or yule log cake was invented in Paris. As use of hearths was prohibited, they needed some sort of traditional symbol that can be enjoyed with family and friends during the festive season that falls in winter. Thus, this cake became a symbolic substitution around which the family could gather for storytelling and other holiday activities.

'It makes sense that the cake, like so many other Christmas traditions (think Santa, decorated Christmas trees, Christmas cards, etc) dates to the Victorian era, to a time of genteel, bourgeois domesticity. In France, in particular, a certain romantic image of peasant traditions had become part of the story the French told themselves about themselves and while the average Parisian bourgeois could hardly be expected to hoist logs into their 4th floor apartment, they could at least show solidarity for their country cousins by picking up a more manageable bûche at the local pâtisserie. That the result was a little kitsch fit the middle class sensibility too.'-- collaged




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This year's candidates

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Trianon Palace Versailles
Designer: Eddie Benghanem




Composition : Fourré de mousse au chocolat, crème à la vanille et compote de poire, le tout est délicatement posé sur une tablette de chocolat praliné-nougatine…

Infos pratiques : Prix : 120€ pour 10 personnes. Disponible au Trianon Palace Versailles à partir du 10 décembre.



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Park Hyatt Paris Vendôme
Designer: Pier-Marie le Moigno




Composition : Véritable œuvre d’art, « Let it Snow… » est composé d’une mousse caramel à la fleur de sel, d’une pâte de fruits au citron vert et d’un biscuit dacquoise cuit à la vapeur de noix de coco …

Infos pratiques : Gâteau de Noël individuel Let it Snow : 18€. Disponible à partir du 25 novembre 2013.



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Hôtel du Prince de Galles
Designer: Yann Couvreur




Composition : La bûche du Prince de Galles réserve une mousse onctueuse de chocolat au lait, un biscuit croquant et un cœur fondant en nectar de Cazette (une poudre de noisettes torréfiés).

Infos pratiques : Chocolat et cazette – pour 6 à 8 personnes – 90 euros. Dégustation au bar Les Heures, accompagnée d’un chocolat chaud. Du 16 décembre 2013 au 5 janvier 2014 – 30 euros



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Hôtel Shangri-La Paris
Designer: François Perret




Composition : Crème glacée noisette, cœur de crème glacée vanille aux éclats d’amandes caramélisées.

Infos pratiques : Bûche cadeau 6/8 parts : 11,39€



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Mandarin Oriental Hotel Paris
Designer: ?




Composition : Base croustillant chocolat noisette, biscuit imbibé de sirop de Chartreuse. Au centre, un crémeux chocolat au lait associé à une mousse chocolat noir légèrement pralinée. Puis, un biscuit aux amandes enrobe la bûche, saupoudrée de quelques pépites de Streusel.

Infos pratiques : Disponible du 16 au 25 décembre 2013, sur réservation 48 h à l’avance au 01 70 98 74 00 au prix de 118 € (6 personnes). Se décline également en format individuel au prix de 18 € sur place et 12 euros à emporter.



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Plaza Athénée et Le Meurice
Designer: Christophe Michalak et Jean-Marie Hiblot




Composition : crémeux au chocolat des Caraïbes sur lit de croustillant praliné, biscuit à la noix de coco, mousse coco légère et coulis exotique.

Infos pratiques : disponible au Meurice à Paris et à l’hôtel The Dorchester à Londres, en édition limitée.



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Hotel Burgundy
Designer: Stéphane Tranchet




Composition : Elle se compose d’un biscuit amande et zeste d’orange garni d’une compotée de griottes, de cerises entières amaretti à l’alcool et d’une chantilly au chocolat noir. Enrobée d’un chocolat blanc brillant et d’une poudre d’argent, elle est placée au sein d’un tube de dentelle en chocolat noir laissant apparaître une danse de sapins.

Infos pratiques : disponible au Burgundy Hotel dès le 1er décembre – Bûche de 6/8 personnes : 90 euros.



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Pierre Hermé





Composition : Pâte à sablé breton, mousse au chocolat blanc et aux zestes de citron vert, biscuit au citron vert imbibé de purée de fruit de la Passion, compote de rhubarbe, compote de fraises crues et cuites.

Infos pratiques : Bûche de Noël 2013 by Pierre Hermé « La Vie est Belle »





Composition : Biscuit macaron chocolat, biscuit moelleux au chocolat, une mousse et ganache au chocolat Pure Origine Trinidad Domaine Gran Couva.

Infos pratiques : en série limitée du 6 au 31 décembre, 16 personnes et plus : 200 €.



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Fauchon
Designer: ?




Précieuse gourmandise. Cette bûche est composée d’une mousse de chocolat noir garnie d’une pâte de kumquats au naturel, très peu cuits pour en préserver toute la saveur. Préalablement percés et mélangés avec du sucre cassonade, ils sont ensuite cuits au four puis réduits en purée. On y ajoute à la fin de la recette un zeste de bergamote, pointue en saveur, pour apporter de la fraîcheur. Ce dessert renferme à sa base un biscuit aux brisures de marrons glaçés et de farine de châtaignes torréfiées. Le Trésor des Forêts s’habille d’un velours de chocolat noir et s’accompagne d’une amande d’or qui renferme une purée de Kumquat.

Disponible à partir du 6 décembre. Part individuelle, 15 euros. 4, 6 parts et 8 parts (sur commande à partir du 20 décembre), dès 60 euros.



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A la Mère de Famille
Designer: ?




Composition : Venezuela 82%, forte puissance aromatique et légère acidité, travaillé en sorbet pour en révéler toute l’intensité.Pérou 70%, chocolat doux aux notes boisées et terreuses, travaillé en glace pour sublimer sa douceur. Madagascar 70%, goût acidulé et notes de fruits rouges, travaillé en parfait pour modérer sa force. Un lit croustillant composé de streusel, d’amandes croquantes, de gianduja et de chocolat noir 68% « signature » complète cette bûche glacée, parfaite démonstration des savoir-faire glacier et chocolatier de la Maison.

Infos pratiques : Bûche « Origines » - 6 à 8 personnes – Prix : 45€.





Tout en chocolat noir ou au chocolat au lait et chocolat blanc pour le bambou. Dimensions : 15cm de hauteur x 10cm de diamètre – poids : 400g

Prix indicatif : 32€



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Musée d’Orsay
Designer: Andrey Dellos




Crémeux au caramel beurre salé, compote de poire et notes épicées des fèves Tonka. 150 bûches en édition limitée.

Bûche pour 8 personnes. Prix de vente conseillée: 140€ TTC



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Jean-Paul Hévin




Composée de biscuit aux amandes, gelée fruit de la passion et poivre de lune, cette pâtisserie est à découvrir au tarif de 56 € pour 6/8 personnes.





Composée de biscuit chocolat, mousse chocolat amer, crème brulée. A partager pour 4/6 personnes à 39€, ou 6/8 personnes à 51€.



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Fontainebleu
Designer: Frederic Cassel




Composition : glacée: sablé breton, glace noisette du Piémont et glace pistache de Sicile.

Infos pratiques : 6-8 personnes, 42 €.



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Lenôtre
Designer: l’architecture et illustre jardinier du château de Versailles André Le Nôtre




Composition : Inspirée par la nature, la recette a été savamment pensée pour unir le travail de ces passionnés du goût. Pour symboliser les strates de la terre fertile une base de biscuit « Succès » aux amandes, surmontée d’une couche de pailleté feuilletine croquant et d’une couche decrémeux onctueux chocolat aux origines de Sao Tomé, Ghana et Tanzanie. En accompagnement, une compotée de tomates et épices, fruit qu’affectionne particulièrement Louis Albert de Broglie et dont il possède une collection unique au monde.

Infos pratiques : Bûche à partager pour 8/10 personnes – Prix : 120.00s € Série limitée du 14 au 24 décembre inclus. À réserver dès le 13 décembre dans toutes les boutiques Lenôtre



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Dalloyau
Designer: Yann Brys




Composition : Base craquante composée d’un croustillant de macarons et de noisettes grillées, toute mousse au chocolat au lait de Madagascar parfumée aux agrumes, crème de meringue et compotée de bergamote fraîche.

Infos pratiques : Bûche de Noël 2013 by Dalloyau – Du 11 décembre 2013 au 2 janvier 2014. Prix : 110 € la bûche pour 6 personnes



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Café Pouchkine
Designer: Damien Piscioneri




Composition : Sous cette couche de cadeaux se cache un biscuit au chocolat, surmonté d’une compote de framboise et d’une mousse au chocolat au lait.

Infos pratiques : Bûche « Maskaradka » by Café Pouchkine : Bûche pour 6 personnes au prix de vente conseillée de 115€



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La Maison du Chocolat
Designer: Nicolas Cloiseau




Composition : composée d’un fin biscuit sacher aux amandes, sabayon et fine gelée au champagne Blanc de Noir, dés de poire Williams rouge des Alpes poêlés et flambés à l’alcool de poire, mousse au chocolat pure Origine Madagascar, cuvés exclusive. Socle de plaque croquante de chocolat. Embouts en chocolat recouverts de feuille d’or. Décor de rennes en chocolat ivoire, pulvérisés de chocolat noir.

Infos pratiques : Disponible du 21 au 24 décembre pour 6/8 personnes : 120 euros.



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Thierry Mulhaupt




Bûche composée d’un biscuit au chocolat, à la farine de manioc imbibé de jus de papaye au poivre du Ghana, garni d’un crémeux à la mangue et d’une mousse au chocolat Kumango 64%.

Une bûche au caractère rare et surprenant disponible en série limitée à 113 exemplaires dès le 15 décembre. Commande à partir de 1er décembre. 8 personnes, 59 euros.



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Palais de Tokyo
Designer: Pierre Marcolini




Douceur contemporaine. Créée pour rendre hommage au Palais de Tokyo, cette bûche est composée d’une meringue au café accompagnée d’un croustillant de pistache aux fruits rouges, d’biscuit pain de Gêne aux agrumes, de confiture de marron de saison et d’une mousse légère au café.

150 euros pour 10 parts. Disponible sur commande dans les boutiques Pierre Marcolini.



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La Grande Epicerie
Designer: ?




La gourmandise n’a pas d’heure. Derrière sa façade en chocolat noir, ce coucou révèle un biscuit amandes noisettes, une ganache noix de pécan, un croustillant noisette, une chiboust et une gelée de poire vanillée.

8/10 personnes. 70 euros.



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Cyril Lignac




Composition : Crème chocolat blanc caramélisé à la fleur de sel, ganache Gianduja. Couverture velours de chocolat surmonté d’une plaque de chocolat noir aux fruits secs.

Infos pratiques : Disponible en boutique du 13 au 31 décembre 2013. Bûche 8/10 personnes – 70€





Composition : une ganache vanille Bourbon, d’un crémeux aux marrons confits et d’un biscuit croustillant praliné. Elle est terminée par une coque de chocolat noir recouverte d’un superbe velours rouge.

Infos pratiques : Disponible en boutique du 13 au 31 décembre 2013. Bûche 8/10 personnes – 70€



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Arnaud Delmontel




Composition : la bûche Rio se compose d’une mousse lait de coco, de dés d’ananas et d’une dacquoise noix de coco. Autrement dit, le soleil des îles en plein hiver.

Infos pratiques : ?



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Beige Alain Ducasse
Designer: Julien Kientzler



This year’s Bûche de Noël prepared by Head Pâtissier Julien Kientzler is “Le Sac de Soirée”, modeled “Party Bag”. It has both elegance and prettiness covered with the lace in white chocolate setting a symbol of Chanel, Camelia. The body is made with marron cream and vanilla mousse accented with marmalade of citrus fruits.

We request that you place your order early, as only one hundred cakes will be prepared. 58 Euros. Last day to order: Thursday, December 26, 2013. * No additional orders will be taken once the maximum limit has been reached.



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Jeff Überweis



Composition : Biscuit madeleine au citron et huile d’olive, mousse aux fruits rouges et crémeux framboises.

Infos pratiques : 4/6/8 personnes, prix NC.




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p.s. Hey. ** MyNeighbourJohnTurtorro, Hi, Neighbor. Thanks about the gig. I was hoping you would dig it. I haven't seen Julia Holter live yet, but I think she's heading over here. And thanks for the porn film congrats. It's not totally a done deal, but it looks good. Well, it will be a highly unusual porn film, that's for sure. Maybe more of a hopefully very cool film that revolves around explicit/hardcore sex than another variation on the usual porn model or something. New Death Grips is amazing, yes! Absolutely. I finally got the Body/Head album yesterday, but I haven't had a chance to spin it yet. Much love back to you, man. Anything else you're hearing that you particularly recommend? ** David Ehrenstein, Ah, yes, organization. So important. Do you love playing with organization? I do. Oh, I would really love to be able to post that chapter here for sure, if you like and don't mind. That would be fantastic! Thanks! ** Tosh Berman, I heard a bit of the Chang/Beatles yesterday, and it sounded super curious. I'll get it. And I'll read your commentary pronto. Everyone, the one, the only Tosh Berman has written out his thoughts on the fascinating project involving The Beatles''White Album' by the artist Rutherford Chang wherein he overlaid the sound of 100 copies of the album playing simultaneously onto a vinyl album, and I highly recommend that you read Tosh's always brilliant wordage here. ** Steevee, No, I haven't seen that book physically, but I know about it. When I was making the KK-d post, I came across at least one and maybe even a few articles/essays that posited his work as feminist. I didn't get the chance to read them carefully, but the argument doesn't seem farfetched to me at all. Those links to your pieces didn't work. Could you repost them? ** Jeffrey Coleman, Hi, Jeff. Yeah, Shit and Shine are terrific. Me too, on hoping to see them live. And, yeah, the Gnaw is very good. That guy's voice is a wonder. Wow, that dream! You have such an incredible memory for your dreams. Mine turn to dust as soon as I open my eyes. Anyway, that was beautiful. I love the curved concrete tunnel ending, as you can imagine. Cool, thanks a lot for the share and the lovely prose. 'The Maimed' by Hermann Ungar: I don't know it. I'll go see what it is. Shit, Joel Lane died? I didn't know that. That's awful. I knew him a bit back when we were both in Serpents Tail's author stable together, and he was a great, sweet guy. Man, that is sad, bad news. Shit. Thanks for letting me know, man. And it's good to see you, Jeff! ** _Black_Acrylic , Hi, Ben. I've been listening that that Oneohtrix Point Never album a ton. I didn't know about the Surgeon remix. That's exciting! Thanks, I'll go get that in my memory banks asap. ** Flit, Thanks for the props, buddy. My pleasure. Oh, that's okay about the post falling apart. I certainly know how that goes. I've got quite the graveyard of prematurely dead posts on my hard drive. But thanks for the links. I'll use them. I'm totally involved in the porn film, in every aspect. My genius friend Zac is directing the film, and I'll be advising him, I guess, if he needs that, although we're of very like-minds. But, yeah, it's Zac's and my project, and we'll be doing pretty much every bit and aspect of it ourselves from start to finish. ** Bill, Thanks, B. Damien Dubrovnik is a project by one of the guys in Var. That Kapoor show was up for a long time, wow! Yeah, it was nice. We got there too late in the day to see the slush falling from that big piece in the atrium, and to see the cannon-blast piece working, but we saw a piece almost exactly like it in Denmark. You have a good Thanksgiving! Are you doing something relative and somehow appropriate? ** Sypha, Demdike Stare do seem like they could be up your alley. Ha, well, you just finished a project, so a little rest is natural. Although I know what you mean. I kind of always want or need to be working on something. The Sypha Nadon album is certainly something. Fingers crossed re: Rebel Satori. And Oscar doing the cover is an inspired choice, of course! ** Bill Porter, Hi. I'm actually going to see Spencer Krug in his Moonface persona play live tonight. Excited! Never seen him live before in any of his incarnations. Oh, man, to have an in-house chiropractor is a dream idea. The schools you applied to seem cool, not to mention spread out all over the place. Of course, the very, very best of luck on the applications being accepted congruently for you both. There is no Thanksgiving here. Not a trace. I think it's the only big American holiday that has no presence here whatsoever. Not a cardboard pilgrim or turkey in even the dustiest corner of any store here or anything. Really nice avoidance, if you ask me. So I'll be seeing Moonface for Thanksgiving, and that should be about it. Enjoy yours! ** Misanthrope, Citizenship would probably be easier, yeah, and I sure would love to hear what you sound like when you speak fluid French. I'll say hi to Yury, sure. He's good. He's scrambling to hopefully finally finish his initial clothing line for his fashion house by January so it can be debuted in that month's big fashion week event. ** Rewritedept, I heard a bit of it. It was cool, interesting, surprising. I haven't listened to 'Abbey Road' in ages, apart from hearing some of its songs inescapably since they're such Beatles calling cards. I think I only really liked 'Come Together' and 'She's So Heavy' on that album, but I don't know. I think my Beatles album pick might be 'Magical Mystery Tour'. Enjoy your feast! ** Thomas Moronic, Thanks, man. That new Tim Hecker is great. Forest Swords are super interesting and confusing and mixed up in this weird, interesting way. I can't remember where I read the Xiu Xiu thing. Maybe it was bullshit rumor mongering stuff. Right, I'm very curious about the Nina Simone covers album. It's simultaneously such a natural and very strange idea. ** gucciCODYprada, Hey! It is you! I knew it! Dude, what up? Big love! It would be seriously awesome to talk to you, duh! Tomorrow morning my time? Cool, I'll be keeping my eyes glued on my phone. Can't wait! ** Okay. So, yeah, Happy Thanksgiving to those of you who would find a relative stranger's wish for holiday-centric happiness to be a positive move. As for me and the blog, we're thinking about Xmas already and deciding what I'm going to treat myself with by eating around then. Probably two or three of those babies up there. Any recommendations? See you tomorrow.

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Far too sophisticated for me I suppose is the answer.

Yet I can read it. In a strange way it compels me.

I don’t find it all funny but can see how as a play it could be fabulously funny.

I think the characters are revolting. It makes me even more sick to think that it’s been written by a woman. Ugh!

I’m quite bewildered by it.









‘93

Dear Brian,

We have entered a new era of safe sex.

May this book continue to stimulate & excite you, but remember the safest sex is always going to be with me!!

I love you very much,
Leah









Ana Marie Cox

“I don’t think
that is valid”
—Vassil Mitzeu









This book belongs to David John Wighton

It is a very bad book

If you find this book, please do not return it, as the owner doesn’t want this crappy book.











If I get killed tonight I just
wanna say I love you Mom, Dad, Eric
Mark, Leon, Grandma, Joe, Gloria
wujek + Bad sweetie.


I had to do da deed
which was to smoke some weed.
which turned me
into a centipede

men go trippin
over your own feet
as you skippin down
the street

why you tryin to front
some hospitality
when that I can see
are exit signs
saying exit only.









Sept. ‘73

For mummy –

may you read it all – clearly and without prejudice – right to the end!

Lots of love

Hetty xxx









Christmas 1958

Mr. May
Statistics – long may they live!
Alger R.









SOAP

SUPPOSITORY

TISSU









I love you

xxx









Dear Maurice

I didn’t know what to get to tempt you back into the delights of reading… but what better than perverts’ pleasure: Lolita! Read & enjoy.

Love Susannah x

PS: Thank you for six wonderful weeks!

PPS: Yes, permission to vomit granted!!


Oh dear! Susannah can hardly have read the book – or if she has, she has utterly misunderstood it. A profound and moving masterpiece.

[Signature]










Every little bit hurts ..

E L B H.

Every nite I cry Every nite I sigh

“ ” I wonder why oh you treat me cold

Yet you won’t let me go – -

E L B H  E L H C E L H C [Every little hurt counts]

You say your [sic] coming home yet you

never phone leave me all alone

my love is strong for you I do wrong – -

for you.

I can’t . . Take this lonlyness [sic] you give

me. I can’t go on giving my life away

come back to me darling

you’ll see I can give you all

the things that you wanted me for.

If you will stay with me

E L B H. E L B H

To you I am a toy and your [sic] the boy

Who has to say when I can play you

you hurt me desert me.

Carol

E L B H E L B H

E L B H









12/06

Troy,
May you think great thoughts,
and always organize them
diagramatically.

Coli









You leave this book alone, you filthy old man, who calls his wife “mommie” and has “done it” with an African alyah! [?]









dear George

apologies that the book is a little ragged. having read the baron in the trees some time ago i felt that it would make a suitable present to you and that in the meantime i might avail myself to the other two stories contained herein without causing you any offence.

as an architecture student i suspect you may have encountered calvino before. encounter him here in a spirit in some ways similar [?] to the little prince you lent me some time ago but richer and funnier and more elusive.

i hope trust you will find the reading as much like drinking as did i.

George, you are a very fine fellow and it is an honour and a privelidge [sic] that you call me friend and that i may call you likewise.

love Sam


Thanks G. This is a wonderful book! Especially the non-existent knight, though I couldn’t but think of it as Monty Python… Much love Tim X









space travel is comparable in
significance to the move of the
fishes out of water 350 million
years ago.









To John Hughes

Go shoot yourself

Henry

May ’58









My love,

If you were to
trespass, I would forgive
you, for you do see the
forest amongst the trees.

I feel you.









Jackson likes:
bread—white or brown
lettuce
cabbage
apple (peeled)
cucumber (peeled)
celery
carrot
hard boiled egg yolk.

Jackson is dead and I
am very sad. Next birthday
I would like two canaries like Jackson ♡







SLOW DOWN









IF THIS BOOK SHOULD DARE TO ROAM

DON’T BLAME ME!









16 January 89

Tony

Miller is my friend, my father, my lover; not a God, because that would be in the realms of metaphysics and unattainable. He is the Rose (thorns included) in my Crucifixion.

Garry [Gerry?]









For Ted

my period is 3 days late

x o.d.









Dear Gengiz,

Known as [full name]

From now on you’ve got my blissing dear, so NO FEAR, ON ON HAVE the best of ALL

[signature]









I hate Bill









Louise,

You have given me so much. I have only myself to give to you. My Heart, my soul and my body are at your disposal.

dispose of carefully.

Mark







I do hereby authorize
the dropping of a bomb on
Darlington School and its
premises in Rome, Ga., U.S.A.

John Pehler,
future leader
of the World









Barbara
To have met someone
and felt alive again
is wonderful…Read
this and realize that
all is possible. You are
beautiful, exciting, sexy, but
most of all the possibilities that
seem——are real.
Thanks for being at Rodney’s
on Saturday night.
Neal

P.S. You bet I want to make
love to you, but then the whole
world wants to.











STACY,
Hi, I hope you are hav-
ing fun. I haven’t left me
dads work because my mom
hasn’t picked me up yet so
what ya doin. I want you
to met my dad sometime.
In this book I didn’t
mean you were a dog so
don’t think I did. If Wendy
see this book I gave to you
she will be mad so don’t
show it to her. I am
eating corn nuts.

STACY, I want you to do
me another favor.

will you call 285—–
Its tola free. Ask for
Peggy. Ask her how she
is come along getting my
cat say your Lori. Tell her
my dad is upset and said
that she (Peggy) should pay 5-
10 dollar for it. Ask her
if some day she could
have me come in and
help look for the people
who have it. If she
already has it could you
have your mom drive you
there to get it.

I means so much to
me. The place is Robinson.
______. You drive
up to 1 US to n US. Just keep
driving. It is pretty far.
I is on your left.









Joey,
I love you Soo much!
You have surpassed the definition
for all. I will always cherish our orgasmic
moments.
love + resistance
Mark









Dear Mom
This may be the last time you
every see me and
this is because debbie
is insane—and if I
stay around any longer
i’ll be in her condition.




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p.s. Hey. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh. I think I like 'Magical Mystery Tour' best because it's kind of the furthest reach of their experimental period. Or the phase when they were still hoping to create a kind of maximalist music before they subdivided the experiments into more discrete, individuated tests on most of 'The White Album'. There's a kind of relaxing and loosening yet obsessing and over-confidence at play after the perfectionist bent of 'Sgt. Pepper'. You can feel them seeing how far they can go, getting elsewhere and failing to get there often at the same time. The songs feel distorted, and I feel like it's the album where you most feel the extent of their ambition and wherein the songs seem more like excerpts of experiments than fully realized and polished nuggets. It's the closest they came to making a 'Smile', maybe, and it's similarly melancholic in the sense that you hear them hitting their limits, and you can hear the bursting and breaking down of both their and the pop song's limits. I guess I especially love the art that results when artists go that far, or try to. Or something. ** David Ehrenstein, Yummy's the word. ** Steevee, Hi, Oh, great thanks for going to the trouble. I look forward to reading them. Everyone, the honorable film critic/thinker Steve Erickson aka Steevee has two new reviews up that you should check out. Here he reads and enunciates the upside of Spike Lee's 'Oldboy', and here he reads and celebrates the little known 1973 documentary 'Cousin Jules' by the French director Dominique Benicheti. Imbibe, please. ** Jeffrey Coleman, Hi, Jeff. Beautiful dream beautifully rendered. I generally find it hard to care about people's dreams, I don't know why, but you make yours into things that stand on their own and where your subconscious is as intriguing as a story's autodial intent or something. I googled 'The Maimed', and I was sufficiently drawn in to want to get it now. I'll check the link you provided too.  Thank you again. Doing a post about Joel Lane and his work is an excellent idea. I'll do that. I'll go gather things. Great suggestion, man. You take care too. ** Bollo, Glad you so dug the pageant, J. Mm, well, the buches will be acquired in league with friends with whom they will be shared, so the choices will be a consensus, but the major candidates for me are the Trianon Versailles/couch one, I think the Cafe Puchkine one (although I want to see it in person first), the snow globe (although I have this weird feeling that it doesn't actually come in snow globe form, which would remove it from consideration, so that has to be investigated), and one of the wood/log-like ones, maybe the Herme, mostly because it's so big. And the Lenotre is definitely a real possibility. New synth! Which one or what era synth or what? Paris is good and chilly and sweet on the eyes. ** les mots dans le nom, Hi. You have snow, lucky you, I think. We've been promised snow a couple of times, but the stuff did not arrive on schedule. My life isn't really all that social, and most of the people I see are people I'm working with in one way or another. Greeting cards, yeah, I always think I should do the greeting card sending out thing, but I never do, it's weird. Thank you! Have a lovely day! ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. I'm going to head over the Park Hyatt Paris Vendôme in the next day or two and make the buche is actually a snowglobe and that the globe wasn't a photo opp add on. Great that you're about to get the script roughed out. I'm roughing out a script myself. Mutual luck outreach. ** Creative Massacre, Hi, M. I know, they're awesome, right? If they weren't so ridiculously expensive, I'd probably get 80% of them. ** Keaton, Hey. Lucky you, skaters-wise, needless to say. 'Grave Gobbler' ... oh, it's a story! Wunderbar! I'll get all over or that or vice versa. Everyone, new creative output in the form of a short fiction-type thing, white on black, for you from the d.l. who calls himself Keaton is, yes, here. Be there, yeah? Hotel Burgundy? That's interesting. Why? I almost left that one out, but I didn't because it was black, and I like black even if black in food can mean licorice, which I hate. Huh. ** Sypha, Cool, cool, sounds most cool. Re: the Sypha Nadon new one-in-progress. Excellence about Oscar's illustrations. She's a wiz at such things, obviously, and, yeah, what an inspired combo. ** Polter, Whoa, my dear pal, Polter! I'm so happy to see you! I was in Oslo briefly in the early spring, mostly as a temporary home base to visit nearby amusement parks, but one day my pal Zac and I walked around, and my eyes were peeled for you, but I don't know if our stomping grounds were yours. We looked at those weird sculptures in that big park. We looked at that 'new' opera house on the water, which we didn't like too much. We ate at some mediterranean restaurant that is full of boardgames you can play. We ate at some weird vegetarian cafeteria. We saw art at museums or something. Anyway, your writing and all the qualities thereof and news of you within it are pure manna. New school, cool, exciting, I think. I'm good, quite good, thank you. Really busy, but in a great way. I've become best friends with the greatest person who ever lived. Traveling a lot. I fell on the tracks at a metro station one day when I was very sleepy and kind of almost got killed, but I didn't. I'm all good, very happy. It's so, so good to see you, P. I miss you! But I'm so happy to see you whenever you want to see me. Tons of love and Merry Xmas and everything else! ** Bill, Hi, Bill. You just got in during my final blog refreshment pre-launch. I like that the Fauchon was designed by a gardener. I like that they eschewed their usual habit of having fashion designers design their Xmas cakes. That might well put it over the edge into the purchasing realm. An Italian Thanksgiving fest is most sensible. Even I could have eaten it. I, of course, did nothing out of the ordinary food-wise to mark the occasion. But Zac and I went to see Moonface in this bizarre little venue, and he was great, and so Thanksgiving in France had its king. ** Okay. I give you a bunch of book inscriptions today. A whim kind of post idea. I don't know, I thought it was kind of nice or something. See you tomorrow.

Meet Cry, Blondblur, GAYISOK, LooserDude, and DC's other select international male slaves for the month of November 2013

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joe4master, 22
I'm clean cut, formal and live by old fashioned traditional values and lifestyle. I would love to assist a master to become clean cut and live by traditional values as well. Sexually, I prefer to adhere to the traditions established by our SM forefathers generations ago. I would love to wean a master off such contemporary SM staples as latex, poppers, acts of torture that have been made possible by the invention of computers and electricity, and the like. I can assure all masters that they will not need the assistance of special effects or aberrations to extract subservient sex and behavior out of me. My name is Joe, which is short for Joseph. I hope that description is decent.







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Skater092, 24
How are we all? Hope your ok.

I'm a sub bi anomalous guy married with an accident/son way too young in life who has a wife who wants me to find a dom daddy. I am young and skinny and have never been fucked and I will let just about anyone fuck me.

I would prefer people who can supply me with female clothes before force feeding me poppers and making me do literally anything.

My wife says I'd be a good match for a man who wants to have my little hole stretched to take a fist and be punch-fucked hard.






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LooserDude, 18
Any one that like when a guy feels like a looser?

You have a lot of fun when you know that I'm a dumb ass and that I will always see you as winner to obey.

What makes you a winner and me feel a looser: dumb names, clown outfits, pie in the face, eating 'pig' food, waddle, self spanks, wedgie, painting face, reading humiliating stuff about myself, talk like a duck.





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LastPlayer, 19
I'm 19 wasn't to be someone. I like by a slut and people forced me to things and that a lot of people raped me and fuck me vrez hard in my ass and popper and destroy me all my life. I most cry. I get fuck vrez well. I am a Dutch slave. Slave die slave.

Professionally I m musician/composer and arranger of music.






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GAYISOK, 18
I am 18 and a Senior in high school. We just got stationed in Las Vegas in Nevada cause my step dad is in the Air Force. The biggezt thing for me is to be OK being gay. Igot sent twice in the last two years to boot camp in Utah to make me normal. A guy I met there told me to write on here to meet gay guys so I am. My family thinks I am cured. I live with my mom and srep dad and srep brother. He's year older than me. Im supossed to tell what I like. I like. On gay I get excited by guys that take charge. I dream of restriants and gags and bullies who muscle and overpower me. I like pictures of things like cloroform and kidnapped and drugged like defenseless and helpless. I saw pictures ofthe chastity device for your cock and thats hot too. I like wrestling pictures where you' pinned schoolboy and owned, no way out. I dream of being taken advantage of. Hope thats what I am to tell. I dont know if I believe in God much cause of gay things. I check my email mostly at school cause we all share my stepdads PC. I work 30 hours after school and all day Saturday. I have phone in my room. I can talk private on. OK I hope I did this right.






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Morris, 25
hello,..evry1...gues..evry1.can..spare...
sum..anger...out..for..sum..hot..n..
wild.sexxx....i.agree..based..on.d.
person...minimium..is.hitting.me..........so..
com'mon..wat.u.waitin.4..lets..start..nw...
i.like.to.get.fucked..hard...n.hard
i..luv.fistin..whippin...punchin...
i..luv..cumshot...in.me..
if..somewan...wan.to..bloody..mah.
face....evn..dat..is.ok.....s.long.s.ur.angry






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unwantedangel, 23
I want to be edge milk cum control non stop play me,indoor and outdoor bondage tied me and life stripped away from me and fucked up in head so i know what i am andd wont fight it and want to be buried alife in a hole at outdoor place!





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johnafterjoe, 18
Slave profile texts are for squares.

HOWEVER: This is what I'm really looking for. Guidence through strict rules into making me a better person. A full time SLAVE. I'm 18, 19 in November of 2013. I want only a few things from you and that is: Keep clean. Go to school have a tutor if needed. Eat healthy. Have clothes for inside (collar, restraints, under wear, jacket when cold etc) and my clothes for outside (jeans, t-shirt, shoes socks, etc) That way when we're out ill look healthy and clean. But when we're inside ill always be a lit fuse for your explosive sex and violence.

Not too good with oral sex btw.





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hope4hate96, 19
hello how are u my daer i need h

my name is OH

i hev all type teen slaves in karol bagh wid place

use them one time ... just h





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Snuffslave21, 21
no limits. lookin to get emptied, nothing in me, dead. must adopt my cat.






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poisonedkid, 22
love this world- the way god created all of us very sick, some very creul and others VERY weak, so you can have fun and i can be hurt BAD at the same time, why not make the best off it we.

i would like to learn first about what there is specifically and then actually do them.

age doesn't matter, it depends on the performance.

a quick note though- anybody i meet through this site will have to be met, talkled to and then be taken down to the pub before ANYTHING happens. hopefully we will hit it off and run to the nearest travelodge lol!





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Blondblur, 25
I am a URINAL PISS FAGGOT looking for a real man to fill me up with real MAN PISS. Even though I don't love the taste of piss (I am such a bad faggot I know...) I feel completed when I am a humble PISS GUZZLING URINAL FAGGOT whose only purpose is to chug your piss. I am such a SLUT FOR PISS that I will buy you a drink just so you can honor me with a bottle of your piss! I would love to CHUG YOUR PISS on the spot and will even BEG YOU FOR MORE. I have a URINAL HOOD so you and your friends can try DROWNING ME IN PISS and watching me struggle!

I am a wimpy skinny fag and would be honored to worship a MUSCLE GOD.

I DO NOT DO SCAT! I CAN ONLY WEAR THE URINAL HOOD FOR 2 HOURS AT A TIME. I DO NOT BAREBACK!

I WILL BUY PISS BOTTLES! I PREFER GLASS BOTTLES BUT I'M NOT A CHOOSY SLUT! I PAY MORE FOR FRESH PISS!

THE MORE MUSCULAR YOU ARE THE MORE OF A FAGGOT I BECOME!

DONT BE SHY OF THIS FAGGOT!

You must have fece pic.





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SUGARdaddyPLEASExx, 18
I went here not to flirt. I go here for a goal. I want to have money. I speak english, 70% level. I am OCD and obsessed with my mouth. I do open mouth kissing with tounge. My tounge is alway leaking salvia for chewing and teeth scrape. I have fresh breath, I even bleach my teeth. I can open my mouth very wide to see my tonsil if you like that :) You must have a very strong attraction to my mouth and a place and BUDGET! I have a fantasy about some dentist or ENT liking my mouth so much he would pay money to work inside it. If you pay enough I will let it do anything what you want! Note! I am only 17 yrs of age.

Talk about me during chat or txt, you know very complicated, talk about me during talk about me during chat or txt, you know very complicated, talk about me during chat or txt, you know very complicated, talk about me during chat or txt, you know very complicated, talk about me, you know very complicated, talk about me during chat or txt, you know very complicated, talk, you know very complicated, talk about me during chat or txt, you know very complicated, chat or txt, you know very complicated.






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HiddenInside, 22
Ethan, buddhist, nature hater, fighter not a lover, navel gazer, masturbator, hopeless zombie, lonely wanderer, narcissist, self-loather, socially awkward, pokemaniac, whore, and junk.

Wanted: Big aggressive guys who know how to turn an already worthless whore into just a used up pocket pussy with legs.

Wanted: I wish I had the guts to take the life I don't deserve. I may just do so.

Wanted: To disappear from the face of this earth and be your long pig and go the fuck to hell.

There seems to be three sides to me.





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Cry, 19
I didnt die from suicide... I DIED because of SADNESS! Hi I'm Cry. I seek you. Pull my insides out. Friendship > slavery.





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Hole_in_need, 24
I have to say something for all of you.. - onething i've seen..as a BOTTOM guy.. Versatiles ...they're never upload there won Photo. Or alwayse say I have some Privicy Problems or given some excuses.. do you have place ?? don't worry i have place.. Really they're such a Redicolous guy.

And The Next Thing - BOttoms - They're uploaded to many photos.. Or have attitude. Like this - Hi..honey how are you ? you know you are to hot. do you wanna sex with me ? i have place. i feel so horny. when you meet ? give me your phone number please. ''DISGUSTING''

Or TOPS - Muuaaahhhh I like all Tops I think They have to much common sence. they're never scared to uploaded photo. is that main thing you know.. they ready to use as theyr choise. Common sence'' the word i'm said because - If he given you pain then he also ready to fuck your pain.. That' is the impordent thing.

My suggestion - if you are goin to a gay relationship then you must choose a top partner. thy're no selfish trust me a tested all guy. bottoms alwayse want relationship. because they want only sex. versatile is alwaysecret bottoms.. they're not avelble to relationship because they're 90% are bisexual.

2nd suggestion -
VERSATILE - you need Hermaphrodites
BOTTOMS - you need also hermaphrodite or shemale - otherwise take adonkey's penis.
TOPS - you need a bottom for your perfect combinations. BEST OF LUCK






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Devil_hunter, 20
If you want a taste of the young cells and don't regret it I AM A LYING MAN WHORE WITH NO WORD OF HONOR... PLEASE REPORT ME TO THE POLICE. WILLKOMMEN. I'm 100 % healthy, except I've got anemia. carpe diem. see you soon inside me.
germany please help me!!!






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StrangePup, 22
if ur looking for urself..for who u r.. maybe i can help u.. who knows.. no idea.






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p.s. Hey. ** Michael_karo, Hi, Michael! Way too long a time no see. I'm so glad you did. Love that stuff, I mean. That Scott Heim secret location/inscription thing is very cool. I did do a double take when I saw you on FB yesterday. Welcome back on behalf of the FB Nation. Uh, sure, I'll see if Joel will allow me to throw him my car, which is also his car, essentially, so it might be that he'll hop right in. Sorry about the TV thing. That high res. requirement thing is so fascist or something. Yeah, awesome to have you back in the hood, and do avoid future strangerdom, if it suits. ** David Ehrenstein, Okay, I'm going to expose my ignorance and ask who is Paul Gegauff? What's wrong with bowling balls? I love bowling. I just went bowling not all that long ago, and finding a good ball is an art. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh. I like that Richard Prince project. Yeah, I see what you mean about them not going back. But I do feel like that, after 'MMT', they either stopped collaborating on the songs in any rich or meaningful sort of way, or else they dropped the pretense of the songs being collaborative. Not a step back, but a new cleanliness and evidence of their distinct, separate goals or something did seem to set in. ** Jeffrey Coleman, Hi. Hm, 'December 22, 1991-1992' must be pretty awesome or something if it's liked by Amy and Mike, but, yeah, I have an instinctive disinterest in the idea of reading someone's dreams, for the inexplicable and/or unknown reason that I mentioned. But it sounds like the right book to get me over the hump. I'll have a search and look. Thank you, man. You might just have singlehandedly opened my mind, which is no small thing. I haven't read that Perec yet. Thanks for reminding me. I totally spaced on its existence. Now there's a guy whose dreams or maybe depiction of his dreams lacks offputtingness entirely for some reason, I guess because I imagine that I'll be able to imagine that he's just pulling my leg or something. Must read. ** Misanthrope, I have a feeling that your twang would sound better mediating French than my laconic, flat LA voice thing. When I try to speak French, it's like dropping a chunk of cement into a glass a fine wine. That was one carbs-heavy Thanksgiving dinner you gave the Little Show. And most delicious sounding, I might add. He goes back today? Grr. Hopefully you guys have cooked up a scheme to get him back there somehow and pronto. ** _Black_Acrylic, Cool, glad you dug it/them, Ben. Arch and self-referential sound like a most auspicious start. ** Creative Massacre, I don't know. Harder than hard for me to make, but you've got the skills, or a good sense of the skills, no? They look hard to make. And I guess that's why they can charge upwards of $150 for some of them. ** Bill Porter, Hi, Bill. Moonface was great. Just him and a piano playing the songs off the new album. The way he plays piano is so nice, blocky and loud but delicate. And it was so cool to hear/see his voice coming out of his face. The only time I saw Frog Eyes live, I was take aback by how non-intricately they play live. They were also Dan Bejar's back-up band at the same gig, and same problem. But, yeah, the records are terrif. It's true. I've written some pretty exposing, personal stuff in books I've given to special people without even imagining that anyone but them would ever see it. Scary. Thanks much for your inscription stories. I loved them. The Palaza Athenee buche is always high up in the consideration realm because their chef, Christope Michalak, is kind of considered the top French buche artist. But they're very expensive and very limited in edition, and I've procrastinated on buying them due to the price problem until it was too late a few times. So, I don't know. ** Steevee, Very nice reviews yesterday. You almost made me want to see 'Oldboy', which is something. Do they even have Black Friday here? I don't know. I doubt it because they have big, BF-lik sales here throughout the year, and also because there's no Thanksgiving to create that starting gate. But the French do shop passionately whenever sales opportunities arise no matter who's in office, just like in the USA. But they don't attack or kill each other for bargains, as far as I know. ** les mots dans le nom, Hi. Oh, that card you made for me is beautiful! Wow, thank you so, so much! Can I share it? That's okay, right? Everyone, d.l. les mots dans le nom made me a greeting card, and it's awesome. Want to see it?' ** Sypha, Hi. I would think that people would only think your new story collection was leftovers from 'Grimoire' if you were dead, which you, you know, aren't. 'Litch', nice. It's like a techno Sotos title or something. I'll go find the pic of the cover art. ** L@rstonovich, Hey there, buddy! Thanks. Aw, that is a sweet, elegant inscription right there. Very fucking sweet, yeah. A good Thanksgiving is a good thing. And it seems like it would be a rare thing, but I associate T-day with neurotic family get-togethers. Cool, I'll go check out those ec's in a minute. Thanks, man. I just clicked over there, and it looks like reading them will be no problem as is. The build up to Xmas is weird, yeah? Not over here, really, but then Xmas here is just me eating a buche, often by myself, so pre-Xmas time is just looking at the lights in the trees and stuff. You hang way the hell in there until the Xmas-to-New Years stretch takes over. Love to you, man! ** Bill, You gave me more slack today, yeah, not that the last minute thing wasn't exciting. When you have problems with a project, is it mostly or usually technical problems rather than aesthetic/creative ones? ** Okay. Because today is the last day of November, you get the whole weekend to hang out with my slaves contingent, lucky you or something. Have great weekends. See you on Monday.

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'Pneumatic tubes are systems that propel cylindrical containers through a network of tubes by compressed air or by partial vacuum. They are used for transporting solid objects, as opposed to conventional pipelines, which transport fluids. Pneumatic tube networks gained acceptance in the late 19th and early 20th centuries for offices that needed to transport small, urgent packages (such as mail or money) over relatively short distances (within a building, or, at most within a city). Some installations grew to great complexity, but were mostly superseded.

'Pneumatic capsule transportation was invented by William Murdoch. It was considered little more than a novelty until the invention of the capsule in 1836. The Victorians were the first to use capsule pipelines to transmit telegraph messages, or telegrams, to nearby buildings from telegraph stations. While they are commonly used for small parcels and documents – including as cash carriers at banks or supermarkets – they were originally proposed in the early 19th century for transport of heavy freight. It was once envisaged that networks of these massive tubes might be used to transport people.

'The failure of pneumatic tubes to live up to their potential as envisaged in previous centuries has placed them in the company of flying cars and dirigibles as ripe for ironic retro-futurism. The 1960s cartoon series The Jetsons featured pneumatic tubes that people could step into and be sucked up and swiftly spat out at their destination. In the animated television series Futurama, set in the 31st century, large pneumatic tubes are used in cities for transporting people, whilst smaller ones are used to transport mail. The tubes in Futurama are also used to depict the endless confusion of bureaucracy: an immense network of pneumatic tubes connects all offices in New New York City to the "Central Bureaucracy", with all the capsules being deposited directly into a huge pile in the main filing room, with no sorting or organization.'-- collaged







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'The world of tomorrow we are creating for ourselves and our children will be one of traffic congestion, pollution, and an ever-dimmishing natural world being covered in asphalt. We need to change our transportation policies -- we all know this -- but the question is: in what way? Pneumatic tubes transporting people via individual pods, operating on Internet based protocols is, as has been shown, the best solution. The Inteli-Tube system will give people their freedom and space; reduce pollution, both chemical and noise; end costly, stressful, and unproductive traffic jams; increase safety; decrease dependence on foreign oil; and, most importantly, usher in the future that technology has been promising us.'-- collaged




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'Petit Bleu is referred to on page 437 of Marcel Proust's Swann's Way (Remembrance of Things Past) as a pneumatic tube used to carry express messages in Paris at the beginning of the twentieth century. Proust used these frequently for his most urgent notes to friends and acquaintances. In the novel, when the young Narrator meets “the lady in pink,” who, he later learns, is Odette de Crécy, she is captivated by his gallantry and suggests that he send her a 'bleu' in order to make a date to come for tea.'-- collaged




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'George Medhurst was born in Shoreham, Kent, England, in 1759. He manufactured scales from premises in Denmark Street in London, however, also invented uses for compressed air in his spare time. In 1810 Medhurst published a pamphlet, in which he proposed the use air for conveying letters and goods. He stated that "the pressure required will nearly agree with the square of the velocity", and hence, he believed, speeds of 100 or even 1000 miles per hour (mph) could be achieved. In 1812 Medhurst mused on the possibility that such a system might be used for the transport of passengers, but was concerned that passengers might not take kindly to be transported within tubes. He sought to develop a means by which passengers could be moved outside of the tube, but by some form of pneumatic propulsion.

'John Vallance, of Brighton, England, took out a patent based on ideas contained within Medhurst's 1812 pamphlet. The extent to which Vallance was aware of Medhurst's work is unclear. Vallance built a prototype at his home in Brighton. The system had a diameter of 8 feet, and was 150 feet long, with a pair of rails laid inside the tube upon which a capsule ran. The capsule, with 20 passengers was propelled through the tube at a speed of 2 mph. Unfortunately retardation of the capsule was achieved by opening the door to the passenger compartment, which made for an unpleasant experience for passengers, and the system soon ridiculed as 'Vallance's Suffocation Scheme'.'-- collaged









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'Until it closed in early 2011, a McDonald's in Edina, Minnesota claimed to be the "World's Only Pneumatic Air Drive-Thru". The Drive Thru was only connected to the restaurant by a Pneumatic air chamber (like a bigger version of a bank teller tube). So if you ordered from the Drive-Thru, they sent your food out through the Pneumatic air system to the small booth that you pulled up to.'-- collaged




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'In a bank’s daily operations, the transfer of documents and other items in various volumes and sizes is a common practice. Most of these documents are confidential in nature which is why the means of transporting them must be both efficient and safe. Doing drive thru transactions is no exception, which is why Drive Thru Tubes in banking are very much in demand. There are several types of Bank Drive Thru Tubes that banks can use.

'Side-opening bank drive thru tubes: This type allows users to load or unload items from the sides of the tubes. The size of Side-opening bank drive thru tubes used will depend on the requirements of the bank. End-opening bank drive thru tubes: With end-opening bank drive thru tubes, the openings are located at either ends of the tubes. Using this type would depend on the preference and needs of the bank’s personnel.

'Box bank drive thru tubes: This is the least common type used in a Banking Drive Thru Tube System. It is in box form and comes in various sizes and can be fitted according to the carriers to be used. The reason why it is the least used compared to the previous two types is that most users see the box type as outdated.

'Banks can design the system that they wish to install according to their specifications to perfectly match their needs. Manufacturers of these systems also provide their banking customers the option to alter or expand them later on if the need arises. Use our Interactive Selection Guide to help you find the model numbers you need.'-- collaged




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The Shadow (1994) - Pneumatic Mail Tube System Scene




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'The Tubes Pneumatique, or the Pneumatic Mail Service, of Paris dated as far back as 1867. The first tubes connected the Bourse and the Grand Hotel beginning what would become an enormous system several hundred miles in tubes. Like the system used in America, the tube is filled with compressed air in a partial vacuum. Instead of using air pumps or any engines, the Parisian system worked using power from the city's reservoir. Originally there were three large connected iron plated vessels that could hold 1,200 gallons each. The first vessel was filled with water, which was pushed into the other two vessels, which were filled with air. The air becomes compressed and once a valve was opened the air escaped rushing with force into the tubes.




'Until 1898 when private cards and envelopes were admitted, the use of the official postal stationery was obligatory for pneumatic mail. The decree which opened the tubes to the public was signed on 25 January 1879 by MacMahon in the last days of his presidency and came into effect on 1 May 1879. It prescribed two franked forms: one, open, at 50 centimes, and one, closed, at 75 centimes, in modern parlance respectively a card and a letter-card although the latter was on thin paper. The height of pneumatic post in Paris was in the 1930's where a letter, which the French called a "pneu" could get anywhere in the city in less than two hours. 240 miles of tubing created the net like system that laid just underneath Paris, carrying letter at an average speed of 40 m.p.h. After World War II the system was expanded and modernized but eventually began to decline and the Parisian pneumatic postal system ended in 1984.'-- collaged







The underground pneumatic post of Paris from Truffaut's 1969 film Baiser Voles aka. Stolen Kisses.




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'Jeff Highsmith realized that with the vast increase in world population over the past few centuries, the Tooth Fairy must be increasingly pressed for time. So he built a pneumatic tube system that delivers his son's teeth from their home to the Tooth Fairy's house.'-- collaged







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'Like the airship, Concorde and the hovercraft, the pneumatic pipe looked to be one of those also-ran technologies which promised much but eventually faded away, to be replaced by something less glamorous, more mundane but economically more viable. Pneumatic networks were ripped out, to be replaced by courier firms. Plans to abolish Germany’s kitchens in the 1930s and replace them with a food delivery system based on pneumatic tubes, with ready-prepared meals delivered to the Hausfrau from some Nazi version of a Brake Brothers factory, proved a casualty of war. There are signs, however, that pneumatic technology may yet have its day. A tycoon called Elon Musk is planning to use a pneumatic system to slay three old technologies at once – the conventional railway, the motorway and the short-haul flight.





'Musk, a South African-born entrepreneur-engineer now based in California, is said to be the inspiration for Robert Downey Jr’s take on Iron Man. Unlike his fellow billionaires such as Bill Gates and Sergey Brin, Musk is unusual because he makes stuff as well as software. He first invented PayPal, then founded the SpaceX private rocket company (he says he wants to retire to Mars) and the Tesla electric car firm. Last week, to much fanfare, he unveiled a new way to move people around. The solar-powered “Hyperloop” will cover the 400 miles from Los Angeles to San Francisco in just 30 minutes, traveling at 900mph. Passengers will step into small-ish pods (it seems transport systems of the future must always involve pods) that will then be moved into a tube containing a near-vacuum. Propulsion would come from linear-magnetic-induction motors built into a pair of rails in the floor, with the pods floating on a cushion of compressed air jetted out through skis on their bases.





'The Hyperloop is thus a mixture of maglev train and pneumatic railway (the concept is a modified version of the “vactrain” – using evacuated tunnels as low-resistance conduits for ultra-high-speed trains). Sceptics point to potential problems: compressing air makes it hot, and some way must be found to dissipate this heat. Buying the land on which to erect the “tracks” – which will be on pylons above street level – will also, they say, cost a lot more than Musk thinks. If the Hyperloop does get built, it will be a case of back to the future. In the 1930s, there was what American science historian Holly Kruse calls a “utopian discourse about the pneumatic subway”. It was not just the Nazis with their ready meals – people dreamt, among other things, of building submarine tunnels across the Atlantic to carry people from New York to Britain in a matter of hours.'-- collaged











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'In Lost, the Pearl station had a pneumatic tube system. In the Pearl Orientation video, Mark Wickmund (a.k.a. Pierre Chang) instructed that the pneumatic tube was to be used to transport data collection notebooks back to "us". Prior to watching the video, Locke put his drawing of the blast door map in the tube without a capsule. It was sucked up into the tube, showing that it was still working. ("?") The tube from the Pearl led to the capsule dump, a dumping ground for capsules. The dump was the destination of all the capsules or items sent through the pneumatic tube located in the Pearl, including Locke's copy of the blast door map. The capsules contained logbooks written by the inhabitants of the Pearl. It appeared that the capsules had not been recently collected or studied (or may never have been collected). This may be because no one was left to collect them following the Purge ("The Man Behind the Curtain") or because the real purpose of the Pearl was not to keep these logbooks. The goal of the experiment and the reasons for its long duration (evidenced by the number of capsules at the dump) have not been explained. ("Live Together, Die Alone, Part 1") Because the capsules appeared in piles, it could be concluded that there may have been more stations that had similar pneumatic tubes leading to the same place, but the exits no longer remained. It could also be assumed that this was the only way the producers could get that many capsules to stay in one place and not roll down the hill.'-- collaged



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Very impressed by Kevin Clague's pneumatic creations, I wanted to build some nice pneumatic sequencer gizmo. Unfortunately my pneumatic collection is more restricted than Kevin's, but with a little thinking I came up with this pneumatic actuated wheel that uses just 6 pistons and 6 switches (many Kevin's designs use LOTS of pneumatic switches...). The principle is simple: A piston is pressurized and contract. This contraction causes an arm to pull out the wheel. This arm pushes on ground and make the wheel tilt and advance. It also flips the pneumatic switch that controls the contraction of the next piston and expansion of the previous one. Construction details.




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'A vactrain (or vacuum tube train) is a proposed, as-yet-unbuilt design for future high-speed railroad transportation. It is a maglev line run through evacuated (air-less) or partly evacuated tubes or tunnels. The lack of air resistance could permit vactrains to use little power and to move at extremely high speeds, up to 4000–5000 mph (6400–8000 km/h, 2 km/s), or 5–6 times the speed of sound (Mach 1) at standard conditions. Though the technology is currently being investigated for development of regional networks, advocates have suggested establishing vactrains for transcontinental routes to form a global network.

'Vactrain tunnels could permit very rapid intercontinental travel. Vactrains could use gravity to assist their acceleration. If such trains went as fast as predicted, the trip between Beijing and New York would take less than 2 hours, supplanting aircraft as the world's fastest mode of public transportation. Travel through evacuated tubes allows supersonic speed without the penalty of sonic boom found with supersonic aircraft. The trains could operate faster than Mach 1 without noise. Researchers at Southwest Jiaotong University in China are developing (in 2010) a vactrain to reach speeds of 1,000 km/h (620 mph). They say the technology can be put into operation in 10 years.'-- collaged







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'Pneumatic Post is a place to file notes about the life of pneumatic tube systems (particularly in hospitals) alongside other postal, medical and museum related discoveries. Pneumatic tube systems are systems of pipes used to transport solid objects by vacuum. Once resplendent in European and American cities, they are now mostly used in hospitals, banks, pharmacies and other networked institutions. I would love to hear your comments, on the blog or by email: a.harris@ maastrichtuniversity.nl'. -- collaged



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p.s. Hey. ** Thomas Moronic, Hi, T! That rundown and seeing of slaves as mirrors meditation was fantastic. Talk about making it all worthwhile. Thank you, thank you! ** David Ehrenstein, Oh, okay, thank you for the PG bio. I had no idea. Interesting. ** Cassandra Troyan, Hi, Cassandra! Thanks about the recent days! And for the probably inadvertent nudge. Thing will be coming asap. And, yeah, great, thanks, for the link/alert to your LHB playlist. I'll be there as soon as here is out of my hair. Everyone, Do you know and check in on the really great site Largehearted Boy? If not, it does this occasional series where authors are invited to make music playlists re: particular books they've written, and the superb scribe Cassandra Troyan has made one there for her crucial tome 'Throne of Blood', and you should really, really go discover her soundtrack whether you've read 'ToB' yet or not. Super interesting. Go here. Cool. Uncanniness is one of life's great gifts, no, or something? Weird. Hi! ** Bill, And which old fashioned values are your spots' softeners, sir? Oh, I'm like you. The aesthetic and technical are fused pretty much always for me. Hard to tell them apart a lot of the time. Burn, baby, burn. That is a really nice inscription in the Brainard book. Aw. It did the whole cockles warming thing in me. What the fuck are 'cockles' anyway? Weird. ** Steevee, I'm thinking maybe he's trying to get back to when meanness was a free-floater. Like physical activity was before sports organized it, or at least before sports were televised. I don't know. Not having seen it, and being unlikely to see it, a lot of the hatred toward 'Oldboy' seems like some kind of pent up anti-Spike Lee thing that's just been waiting for a good excuse. Mm, as far as your question about the hostility between the original punk scenes in LA and NYC, no, I don't remember it being particularly intense. Just low-key grumbling about how even not so interesting NYC bands got record contracts and an inordinate amount of press as opposed to the LA bands. And it's true that a bunch of really great LA bands never got signed to larger than teeny-tiny labels, and all kinds of mediocre NYC bands got homes and press way beyond what they deserved. But, no, I don't remember there being more than just a semi-friendly rivalry. ** Wolf, Wolfie! Howdy, howdy! I'll take that hug, thank you! Is it bad that I find your busyness really exciting? I imagine you being crazy busy, and it makes me feel rapt and start tapping my toes. And, see, that stuff you're doing, yeah, exciting in word form at the very least. I'd love to hear anything that's pleasing to make hearable. Buches: you're going for the Mondrian one. I can see that. I like the Herme trad log one because it's so fucking trad but, mostly, because it's huge, I guess. It's not my favorite, though. Maybe the Versailles chair one is my fave, I don't know. I think the plan is for Zac and me to train out to Versailles and get that one to share with Kiddiepunk an Oscar B before they go spend Xmas Down Under. Depending on if it can be bought as 'take out'. In addition, maybe that Herme log one, maybe the Cafe Pouchkine box of toys one, maybe the snow globe one if it's actually presented in a snow globe. Maybe all of those. Buddy, so sweet to see you! Please keep the door from you to here unlocked, okay? ** les mots dans le nom, Hi. Doing that inscription made me want to open the covers of all of the books I own to see what if anything is written in there, but 98% of them are in LA. If that was a practice card, you'd never know. It's awesome. I hope the fortune teller was right. They can be, I think, even though I don't believe in them either. Weird how that works. Anyway, do please do what it takes to make yourself feel better. Truffles seem like they could only help. I suppose that science doesn't support that theory, but fuck science, just in this one instance. ** Creative Massacre, Oh, you should. Make a buche. In France, it's totally traditional for families to make log-like ones themselves and eat them on Xmas, so it must be pretty doable, and there are lots of recipes online if you need any. Take a pic if you do, pretty please. ** Torn porter, Hi, man! Strangepup could live in your hood. I never note or remember where the slaves actually reside. I think I'll avoid those comments. I have a policy of avoiding 90% of comments sections everywhere. I'm not into being stressed. And that comments section sounds like a red light if there ever was one. I did have a nice Sunday, thank you. Did you? Hope so. ** Chilly Jay Chill, Nice timing there. I think my opinion of the Reage novel is pretty much the one expressed in 'The Marbled Swarm', as I recall. I hope that bad cold leaves you the fuck alone as of today. No, I've never done blog Days on either Brigid Brophy or Gail Scott. It's a good idea, partly because I hardly know their work except through others' opinions about them. I'm sure I've read things or bits, but I don't remember what I thought. Huh. I'll look into doing that. Great to see you, Jeff. ** Etc etc etc, Hi. Nah, the only difference between Thanksgiving here and over there is that my lifelong disinterest in the event is 100% rewarded here. Huh, that's interesting about gifting books being a vehicle for flirtation, etc. in the pre-internet/social media sites days. Yeah, that seems true. And cassette mix-tapes too. They were a popular and often effective way to convey to someone what you were too shy to convey. My projects are going well, I think, thank you. How about your projects? ** Keaton, Picking by flavor is a wise move. I never do that, for some reason. I just buy and bite and go, Weird. The French do like peach, I think more than Americans do, yeah. Another sign of their superiority or something. Nice boy, nice. And then ... ? Much love back. ** Sypha, Cool, awesome. I'll go get that sucker. Everyone, the genius of many hats aka Sypha aka James Champagne aka, in this instance, music maker and recording artist Sypha Nadon has released a new album of sonic joy over at the/his label Mauve Zone Recordings. It's entitled 'Litch', and you can hear and download it right here. You want that album. Trust me, if you don't already. 159 SN tracks? Whoa. ** Rewritedept, Hi, Chris. A new mix, cool. I'll go find out if I need to sign up or not imminently. Everyone, while we're on the subject of music presented willing and proudly by d.l.s, here's Rewritedept: 'uh. oh yeah, made a new mix the other day. it's here. i don't know if you need to sign up an account for the site or anything, so let me know if it's being a dick and i'll upload it to mediafire or something.' The track list looks sweet. Gracias. The twilight of my week? You mean the weekend? It was good, mostly worked, a bit of social, early Japan trip planning, etc. The decision on which buche(s) will end up in my and beloved others' stomachs will probably get made later this week, I think. Okay, I only had a quick read, and it needs more than that, but that thing you wrote seem electric and kind of spicy, which seems cool. Your week ahead sounds pretty much more than way okay. Mine? Uh, I don't know, work and fun and stuff. Today Zac and I are meeting up with the director Christophe Honore to get filmmaking advice and because I haven't seen Christophe in ages and because Zac and he haven't met yet. At 4 pm today, I'm having a recorded phone conversation with Edmund White about our respective lives as expatriate American writers in Paris, I think for some magazine, I think as promo for this book of his that's coming out about his life in Paris in the late 80s/early 90s. If the book is any indication, I have no clue what we're going to talk about because his life here has absolutely no resemblance to my life here. But maybe that'll be interesting? ** Postitbreakup, Josh! Wow, man, it's so nice to see you! It's been so long! A new apartment, wow, that's big. How is it? What is it like? 'I'm So Tired' is really good. Josh, yeah, I'd love to hear how you've been and how you are and everything, if you get a minute. Love to you! ** Right. Who doesn't love pneumatic tubes? See you tomorrow.

Galerie Dennis Cooper presents ... Winter Group Show: Carson Fox, Guido van der Werve, Erick Swenson, Andy Mattern, 64gravely, Nele Azevedo, Studio Granda, Tokujin Yoshioka, Paula McCartney, Coble/Riley, Cai Quo-Giang & Zaha Hadid, Fujiko Nakaya & Shiro Takatani, Simon Beck, Roman Signer

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Carson Fox Ice Storm
'The gallery was transformed into a winter wonderland where Carson Fox created cast resin sculptures of snowflakes, icicles and snowdrifts. This body of work served as a meditation upon themes of an alternate nature, one that is created in the mind as a reassurance against the inevitability of death. In this controllable world, Fox can prevent icicles from melting, create larger than life snowflakes in preposterous configurations, and freeze flowers as they bloom. In the fantasy of artificiality, the fleeting moment is held in stasis and death is denied. Each snowflake was cast individually and then assembled into complex formations to create both freestanding snowdrifts and creeping formations. The compositions suggest an exaggerated fantasy of nature where the viewer can behold the individual beauty of each flake in sharp focus and keep it there without fear of it melting and slipping away.'-- Redux Studios













Guido van der Werve Nummer acht
'A lot of people think I used some sort of telephoto effect. What we did actually is that we put the camera on top of a snow scooter on a steady device. The snow shooter moved at the same pace as me and the icebreaker. Because we used a steady cam, we couldn't use a telephoto lens (shakes too much) so we used a lens which is equal to the eye. I was walking as close as the Captain [of the Sampo] would allow me to walk in front of the icebreaker (which was about 10 meters). If I got too close I got a signal that I should walk a bit faster.'-- GvdW







Erick Swenson Untitled (2004 - 2005)
Styrofoam snow, polyurethane ice, brick, taxidermied deer
'This is a static object. I’m asking you to look at this for more than three seconds. That’s hard to do sometimes. People just blow through stuff, you know. So it’s leaving things sort of enigmatic and open-ended. My sculptures are actually more like a special effects scene from a film. Something’s just happened. Or is about to happen. There’s a story here, somewhere.'-- ES









Andy Mattern Driven Snow
'When the winter reaches that point when it’s continuously below freezing and the roads are covered in dirt, sand, rock salt, and slush, the wet road spray that comes up from the back of your car tires freezes in place instead of melting away. The result is a bulbous array of stalactite-like encrustations that build up in wheel wells, lumpy blobs of astonishingly hard, dirty ice that can only be dislodged with a swift kick of your boot. Andy Mattern has documented these ugly bergs with an almost geological fascination. Photographed against bright white backgrounds (like Irving Penn’s skulls), each one shows off its pits and crystals, its layers of sediment and gunk, with crisp, typological detail. His approach has turned these objects into unlikely sculptures, echoing otherworldly moon rocks or weird natural formations, edging into abstraction as their elemental forms take over in the floating whiteness.'-- collector daily.com












64gravely How far can the Snow Cannon go?
'I had a comment on my last video of the Snow Cannon from a youtuber who goes by Harely Ironhead saying "That baby can blow some snow, sweet!" Well in that video there was very little snow and I had the MA210 set to blow the snow down to the ground quickly to avoid destroying anything. So I thought I would make of video of the real capabilities of the MA210 Snow Cannon. The snow was piled high and dry this morning, and no wind to boot, perfect conditions for the MA210. In this video the Snow Cannon is backed up by a 1970 Gravely Commercial 12 2 wheel tractor powered by a Kholer k301 12 horse.'-- 64gravely







Nele Azevedo Minimum Monument in Berlin
'Small ice sculptures in the shape of humans were placed on the steps of the music hall in Gendarmenmarkt public square in Berlin on Sept. 2. Brazilian artist Nele Azevedo made one thousand of the ice figurines, which began melting immediately on the sun-soaked cement. Many melted within 30 minutes.'-- The Ice Cubicle













Studio Granda Crate
'Heat melts the snow. Grass grows in the glow. A crate is waiting. It is comprised of a 15m, 3m high chainlink fence with 50 fenceposts at 1m centres. Attached to the posts are large radiant heaters that are operated by movement sensors. There is a 1m gap in the fence on the north side. Within the fence are 50 trunks of differing shapes, ages and form. If the trunks are touched or sat on a speaker is activated with a voice. The voice may say, “Have you been here long?” or “It’s getting warmer” or something else. We intend to prepare the ‘voices’ from Lingaphone LP’s in various languages.'-- Studio Granda








Tokujin Yoshioka The Snow
'The Snow is a 15-meter-wide dynamic installation. Seeing the hundreds kilograms of light feather blown all over and falling down slowly, the memory of the snowscape would lie within people's heart would be bubbled up. The snowscape created with the feather would be more like the memory of snow lying with people rather than the actual snow. I do not really know about the value of nature in Japan, but what I would like to do is not to reproduce the nature but to know how human senses function when experiencing nature.'-- Tokujin Yoshioka







Paula McCartney fromA Field Guide to Snow and Ice
'A Field Guide to Snow and Ice is my interpretation of the idea of winter. After moving from San Francisco to Minneapolis I decided to brave the elements and explore the snowy landscape, however, at times without being out in the cold. I’m inspired by the studies of Karl Blossfeldt, James Nasmyth’s constructed lunar landscapes and August Strindberg's misinterpreted Celestographs-works by artists who collected and interpreted nature in their own peculiar ways.'-- PM















Coble/Riley Projects Watermarks
'Since 2009, Mary Coble (USA/DK) and Blithe Riley (USA) have collaborated on performance-based videos that explore tensions between site-specificity, gesture, narrative, and endurance. In February 2012, Coble/Riley Projects was invited to participate in a month-long Iaspis Residency in Umeå, Sweden. Working on a frozen stretch of sea, Coble and Riley fused video, performance and land art to create “Watermarks.” Dense snow conceals the frozen seascape underneath, acting as a canvas on which the artists make marks and draw. Opaqueness and transparency arise from the simple actions of an unknown figure, who repeatedly uncovers layers of snow, ice, and water to reveal surfaces with varied properties of reflection.'-- CONNERSMITH







Cai Guo-Qiang & Zaha Hadid Caress Zaha with Vodka
'Vodka mixture is poured over Zaha Hadid’s elegant, fluid ice and snow structures, built in Lapland, Finland. The liquid is set alight in a cool blue flame that wraps the structures in warmth. This blue flame with licks of pink roams along the curves and valleys of the landscape, spreads, drips, meanders and cascades into waterfalls and streams. The fire sets the ice and snow environment in a heightened pure transparent light. The warmth softens the angles, corners and rigidity of the icy forms. The fire highlights its beautiful contour, the melted ice-water mixed with alcohol flow freely on and around the structure, render it in a state of constant movement and change.'-- fungcollaboratives.org











Fujiko Nakaya & Shiro Takatani Cloud Forest
'A large-scale installation themed around new environmental creation by a fusion of art and information technology was set up in three different public spaces in and around YCAM. The installation of artificial fog and sound, elaborately built using information technology, facilitated a dialogue between visible and invisible things, and between natural and artificial environments, in a recurring cycle of generation, penetration and reflection. Rather than addressing "environmental" issues only from an ecological point of view, the exhibition focused on the mutual interaction between natural, social, mental, and most topically, informational environments, to present the visitor with a new "environmental sphere" defined by the mutual permeability that arises from this interaction.'-- YCAM Re-Marks







Simon Beck untitled
'Simon Beck is an artist who creates these incredible designs by walking in the snow with raquettes (snowshoes). The Oxford-educated, self-employed map maker creates these designs on the frozen lakes in the valley of Savoie, France, just outside of the ski slopes at Les Arcs resort. An average work is the size of three soccer fields and takes about two days to complete. The biggest challenge for Beck is finding a way to reduce the visibility of his own tracks when he begins and finishes a piece. Sometimes, he might work all day only to have his design covered by fresh snow overnight. At other times, he finishes a design right at sunset and doesn’t have enough light remaining to photograph his work properly.'-- gnarling.com













Roman Signer Snow Works
'Swiss artist Roman Signer might at first be thought of as 'artist as trickster.' For years he has probed simple phenomena, properties of the physical world, and the artist's relationship to often surreal realities of corporeal existence. 

"Signer adds a further dimension to the concept of sculpture as we know it, a medium which, in the course of the ongoing subversion of traditional boundaries launched upon in the 1960s, had already been expanded to include unconventional materials and actions. Put simply, he examines the basic elements of fire, water and air in terms of their sculptural qualities, albeit not in the manner of Land Art, which tends to effect an overt rearrangement of natural materials within or upon the landscape.'-- CAFKATV
















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p.s. Hey. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. Yes, RIP Andre Schiffrin indeed. ** Steevee, Hey. Oh, pfft, dissing Television and The Ramones really is sour grapes. Tuff Darts, ha ha, wow. ** Etc etc etc, Hi, man. Uh, the pneumatic tube thing got set-off because when I was in Berlin, I took a tour of old underground bunkers, and they had a working pneumatic tube system in it, and it refreshed some semi-buried love of the pneumatic, I guess. Gaddis is a great one to get really into. Interesting about his money needs since, the couple of times I saw him read, he was like the the soul of the suave dandy, at least in dress and demeanor. You should get to Paris sometime, yeah, I show you some highlights. ** gucciCODYprada, Codester! Yeah, my phone was acting bizarre for a few days, and I was missing calls and not able to make them. My email is the one you have, I think. I'm just behind and incredibly slow like I obnoxiously always seem to be. Next summer, great! Excited! Let's talk. Do I have your cell #? If not, mail it to me. Yeah, let's talk in the next few days. Big love from me. ** Scunnard, Hey. I'm really good, really busy, really good. How are you? ** Sean O'hara, Hey. Welcome, nice to meet you. Holy shit, cool, you added me to you thing. I'll listen to that as soon as I get out of this p.s. place. Thanks! I'm excited. Come back any time please. ** Postitbreakup, Hi, Josh. I'll bet, re: getting out the parental pad. I love fixing up and personalizing a new place to live. Yeah, cool pillows. Grab 'em. Get some silverware, man. Even plastic ones. I kind of like plastic ones. They're so light in your fingers. Like eating with cigarettes or something. Nah, I'm not only glad I asked, I want to see pix and hear more, more! ** Chilly Jay Chill, Oh, cool, I love when my balls accidentally curve. Err, wait, that sounded weird. You know what I mean. Like I just told Eee, my Berlin trip brought the pneumatic back into the frontline of my fetishes, at least for a day. I hope the cold did vacate today. Wow, another book group, cool. How did the confab go? I think 'The Weaklings XL' is currently set to drop in mid-December, last I heard. ** _Black_Acrylic, That does sound stressy. But it'll sort out. It has that 'will be sorted' vibe. Exciting though, no? ** Rewritedept, Hi. Right, weirding out your circle of people. I can vaguely remember when I worried about stuff like that re: my writing. But I think that ended when I was about 16 years old, ha ha. I didn't get to your mix yet because yesterday was really busy with all the stuff I mentioned. Hopefully today. No, haven't heard the Julie Ruin yet. Mm, yeah, 'Mine' counts as new Sotos, sure, yeah. Nope, didn't read the Cicada thing either. I'm way behind. It's a crazy busy time right now. I will. Everything on Monday was either interesting or great. Today remains a crapshoot as of this writing. ** les mots dans le nom, Yeah, universities is one pneumatic thematic association for me too. Banks especially, I guess. I should cancel some of my money spending plans too. It's getting out of control, but will I have the self-control to do the cancellation? I doubt it. Bon day! ** Paul Curran, Hi, Paul! So true about the word. Things are great, Paul, thanks! The Japan trip is being figured out yesterday, today, tomorrow. News soon. ** Sypha, Hi, James. Oh, yeah, I almost added something in the post about the pneumatic re: the gnostic, but it seemed like too big a can of worms or something. But, yeah, interesting. ** Bill, So nice to see the shared love of pneumatic tubes here. Or I guess to feel the shared love. I know nothing about that film. Did you see it? What is it? Is that Dodie's 'Cunt Norton' reading? Say hey to her for me if it's not too late. ** Mark Gluth, Hey, master! Great to see you! Yes, yes, I was so excited to see that Ken's publishing your new novel! Great, great! And I don't need to tell you how amazing Ken is in every way. You'll be in superb hands there. Everyone, Great news! The incredible writer and d.l. Mark Gluth, whose first novel I was extremely lucky to publish via my Little House on the Bowery vehicle, just inked a deal with Ken Baumann's fantastic press Sator to publish his new novel next year! Prepare! I'm great. Lots of projects in motion, working on my novel, a bunch of traveling on the horizon, and I'm just generally very happy. I saw Moonface play live here last week. Him and a piano. It was amazing, and, of course, I love the new album. Congrats again to Ken and to you, and I can not wait! ** Keaton, A briefy on the nicey. Or something. Okay, well, interesting. I would say liver is the worst food I've ever eaten. I have eaten a starfruit. It was nice. ** Creative Massacre, Wonderful, thank you, Misty! ** Bill Porter, Yeah, I think banks are my first pneumatic tube associated thought/reference. That whoosh when the capsule sets off or arrives. It's like ear sex. I think you made the right decision on the Frog Eyes review. That happened to me a couple of times back when I was writing gig reviews. I don't know, yeah. How's your Xmas shaping up? ** Okay. Wintery art is your thing today, so, yeah, I hope you like some of it, obviously, and, uh, yeah, I'll go do a bunch of stuff now, and I'll see you tomorrow.

You are sort of there: Haw Par Villa

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'Haw Par Villa is a Chinese mythology theme park in Singapore with more than 1,000 statues and dioramas glorifying Buddhist, Taoist and Confucian folklore. Built in 1937 by brothers Aw Boon Haw and Aw Boon Par – famous for selling the popular medicinal paste Tiger Balm – older locals look back fondly at a place where parents would bring children for an education in morality, complete with bloody visual aids.

'In 1988, the Singapore Tourism Board took charge of the Tiger Balm Gardens and renamed it "Haw Par Villa Dragon World". The Haw Par in the park's name is based on the Aw brothers' personal names—Haw and Par, which literally mean "tiger" and "leopard" respectively. The dioramas and statues were restored, while plays, acrobatic displays and puppet shows were organised and held there. The management imposed entrance fees but the high fees discouraged visitors, so the management incurred a loss of S$31.5 million over 10 years. The park management made a profit during its first year of operations after renovations in 1994, broke even in 1995, but started incurring losses over the next three years and was forced to provide free entry in 1998.

'Thousands used to throng the park, and it once stood shoulder-to-shoulder with attractions like Singapore Zoo and Jurong Bird Park. In its glory days, this avant guard theme park was an iconic symbol in Singapore, and considered a must see by locals and foreigners alike. "Every Singaporean over the age of 35 probably has a picture of themselves at Haw Par," said Desmond Sim, a local playwright. Those pictures would probably include the following statues, each made from plastered cement paste and wire mesh: a human head on the body of a crab, a frog in a baseball cap riding an ostrich, and a grandmother suckling at the breast of another woman.

'But the highlight of this bizarre park are the Ten Courts of Hell. This attraction used to be set inside a 60-metre long trail of a Chinese dragon but the dragon has been demolished, so the attraction is now covered by grey stone walls. A tableau of severe disciplines are shown in painstaking detail, along with a placard stating the sin that warranted it. Tax dodgers are pounded by a stone mallet, spikes driven into a skeletal chest cavity like a bloodthirsty pestle in mortar. Spot the tiny tongue as it is pulled out of a screaming man, watch the demon flinging a young girl into a hill of knives. Ungratefulness results in a blunt metal rod cutting a very large, fleshly heart out of a woman. Perhaps the most gruesome depiction is an executioner pulling tiny intestines out from a man tied to a pole. The colons were visible and brown. The crime? Cheating during exams.

'However, Haw Par Villa is facing an afterlife of its own. As the country of Singapore developed, and became almost futuristic in it’s modern appearance, the thousands of dated figurines that make up this park began to lose their luster along with much of their original appeal. Some of the areas of Haw Par Villa have been shut down due to lack of preservation Hardly anyone goes there anymore, and closed sections of the park point to an uncertain future. For some it's a refreshing antidote to the mall-culture, but it looks like mall culture is winning out over a day out in hell.'-- collaged






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Presentations

Haw Par Villa: The Renaissance
by Genevieve Kong




Copy of Haw Par Villa
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Haw Par Villa Singapore: The last blooming lotus


Silent visit


It will all be demolished one day. The land is worth billions.


A walkthrough of the Ten Courts of Hell attraction at Haw Par Villa



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Rebranding Haw Par Villa

Proposal #1
by Leonard Koh

This rebranding project aims to promote about Haw Par Villa through the creation of a new identity to create a new impression to people who have been there before and arouse the curiosity of those who have never heard or been there before. Other materials have been created to promote about the area and others have been created as keepsakes and a reason to return.


Logo



Corporate Stationary



Postcards (Sun Wu Kong)



Postcard (10 Courts of Hell)



Postcard (Laughing Buddha)



Direct Mailer



Calendar



Park Map





Proposal #2
by Chinwee

An extensive and different take on rebranding for Haw Par Villa. Targeting the youths for a change, this project aims to revive Haw Par Villa and also the traditional chinese values and cultures that comes with it.


Brand Identity



Park Map






Park Souvenirs








Posters





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p.s. Hey. ** David Ehrenstein, Nice snow song. Love the diction. And your list is most intriguing. Cool. Everyone, Mr, Ehrenstein has made a most interesting, interestingly angled film list over at Fandor entitled 'Top Ten Conceptual Strategies of 2013', and I highly recommend that you go check it out. It's here. Terrific. I really need to see that Whedon/Shakespeare film. Thanks! ** Etc etc etc, Oh, yeah, I feel super lucky to have been able cast my eyes and ears on Gaddis the guy. The Lannan Foundation used to have this great reading/talk series in LA in the 80s/90s, very moneyed up, so they could coax greats who would never take to the bookstore/book promo circuit onstage, usually with the great Michael Silverblatt aka 'Bookworm' to the do the q&a part. The week before Gaddis, it was Gass, for instance. It was very lucky. Vollman live is always really something. I read with him once at a Dia Foundation reading event back when he brought a pistol loaded with blanks with him to the mic which he would fire occasionally and randomly during his reading. Machine Project, yeah, I have been there. Really nice venue and great programming for the very most part. I'll add my fingers to your crossed ones re: Paris, you bet. How's the writing/dissertation going as of now? ** Jeffrey Coleman, Hi, Jeff. Yeah, the sharp white on deep black was Hannumesque. Or that was my way into the association. I've read some Gary J. Shipley, yeah. Pretty interesting. I remember that I wasn't so into his writing itself initially, but then I started paying more attention to his ideas, and then I started to appreciate the consequent actions happening in the prose more thoroughly. I don't know if I've read a whole book by him. I haven't read 'Dreams of Amputation'. That Circle/Falcon thing is kind of exciting. I don't know them, but I'll def. go investigate them and that switch. Thanks a lot! You take care too. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hey. No sweat at all about dumping angst here. It didn't feel that way, and I would feel as impatient as you do. But, yeah, January is rushing at us, or it sure feels like it. ** Steevee, 'Kids' without the dirty old man quality is a twisty thing to try to wrap my head around. I'll use your review as a guide. Everyone, here's Steevee's review of of the Israeli film 'S#X ACTS', which you should think about reading, of course, and its first sentence is 'If Miley Cyrus’ performance at the VMAs and subsequent nude appearance in her “Wrecking Ball” video showed anything, it’s that our culture has no consensus on what constitutes healthy sexuality for teenage girls and young women', if you need more bait. Oh my, that self-telegraphing site. Dare I? ** Bill, Hi. Maybe San Francisco thought the post was an ice cube, and maybe it was. ** Mark Gluth, Hi, Mark. Oh, gosh, I'm truly excited. And, oh sure, re: the blurb. Give me a deadline when there is one. Without deadlines, I'm hopeless about such things. ** Torn porter, Hi there! Wow, was it the CD? That would be fast, or only fast given my past France to US experiences, but not always, I guess. My brain is fried too. High five or low five. It's cool about the comments recommendation thing. I just realized a while back that I have an emotional allergy to most comments sections, so I'm overly cautious now. I wish I was in Syracuse, at least for an hour or something. Everyone, Is there anyone out there in Syracuse or close to there or something? Listen up, if so. Torn porter, who is a mega-talent central in fields galore, has a piece on view in a gallery exhibition called 'Ego Libido, a show about narcissism' at Spark Contemporary Art Space, and you can get all the info you would need to see said show by clicking this. Do put the thing online for us deprived types please, yeah. I'm good. I hope the cold and you start getting along or that it vamooses. ** Kyler, Hi, K. Nice to see you! Oh, I did read about that porn/Disney/projectionist thing. Or about one such incident. Yeah, wack. I didn't know that there were still theaters where tells of film are still projected and where slip ups like that can happen. Very charming. You good? How's Xmas building up around you? ** Sypha, Nice EN reference thing. What a great album that was. Uh, yeah, I couldn't help but see many, many, many references to that Tom Daley thing on my Facebook wall, and there was barely a second of time before my mind made the leap from that news to how it be impacting you. So, does him being theoretically available make it better or worse? ** Keaton, Hi. You and your friends look like a lot of fun. Nice text trajectory too. The happy ending was a lovely twist. Everyone, master Keaton returns in a sense or kind of to the Emo stack form for which he is so justifiably revered, this time with alternately harrowing and LOL captions. Do you need to see it? Yes. How did the dead guy get inside your Xmas tree? Sort like how Santa will get inside your chimney? ** les mots dans le nom , Thanks, cool, I'm glad you liked it. I can only imagine how hard it is to cancel truffles. Maybe you should trust the hardness of the task and just spring for them and worry about the dent in your money allowances later? I think that's what I would do. I have the same thing going on with the Xmas buchjes and everything, you know. But I psyche myself into spending the money by deciding they're gifts for my fellow eaters, and that I'm just, I don't know, the person who has to be there to taste them first to make sure they aren't poisoned or something. You have a great week too! ** That's it. Today you get to sort of visit Haw Par Villa in/near Singapore. Enjoy the tour. 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p.s. RIP: José Esteban Muñoz. ** David Ehrenstein, Merci to you! Ah, nice about the Sondheim, or, err, God doc. ** Gary gray, Hi, Gary. Good to see you. You're still in Chicago. That's wild. Sounds like you made the best of the situation. Or creative use of it with noble purpose. Or something. Acid notes are the best. Aw, thanks for getting him 'Guide'. I like the name of that cassette. I miss my player. Laptops should really come with a cassette port. I'll see if I can find something about Alex Halsted. Things are good with me, thanks, just busy on the borderline of too busy, but the borderline is okay and exciting. ** Sypha, Glad you liked. Twenty years older is nothing, ha ha. Right, the Process Church. I have friends who are really into that/them, but I've never gotten further than noting the references to them in cool things. I have a fairly limited interest in Manson, but maybe because I grew up with it all around me, and I think I like the solitary, confused, confusing 'bad guys' better. Because they're more like me maybe? ** Brendan, That's what I thought! ** Etc etc etc, Cool. Yikes about Mao's theatrical corpse and display. Good yikes. The only preserved famous corpse I've seen is Lenin's in Moscow. He looked like a dirty popsicle stick. The electronic novel, yeah, wow, I remember when that was 'the future' and all that. Too much of that stuff just ended up seeming like a very boring, overly egg-headed video game. Fun idea, though. Letting tech play god is pretty risky. It's like asking an 8 year-old to promise he'll still delight your life with his childish antics when he's 14. Cool about the potential 'Vice' thing. Let me know what happens. That's kind of like the place to be seen these days, it seems. Have a day of days, man. ** Steevee, Thanks for sharing the Hoberman list. Man, I just do not understand the appearance, much less the high placement, of 'Gravity' on these lists by generally smart critics. ** Tender prey, Hi, Marc! How's it? You kind of should maybe put those photos up somewhere, or I'd give them traffic. Thanks about the post and about the book one too. What's going on? Are you doing Xmas in any particular shape or form? ** Misanthrope, I've been wondering where you were. I guess you have been too, ha ha. Maybe the new med isn't meant to be, vis-à-vis George? Or is the 'getting used to' phase sometimes this rocky and at length? You sound like you're really a lot like I was like back when I couldn't sleep for 6 weeks and walked off the metro station platform, kerplunk. I kind of liked that state in retrospect. I was so daring and footloose. But, yeah, right yourself somehow. I'm good. ** Creative Massacre, Dude, you sell yourself short. That buche looks really, really good. I've seen many buches in bakeries' windows here that don't look half that good. Sweet! You're magic, my pal. Everyone, the awesome Creative Massacre handmade a bûche de Noël! Read this account and then click the blue words to get a mouthwatering effect. Here's CM: 'Well, I managed to sort of make a bûche de Noël. Like any first attempts, I experienced some problems but it was really fun to make. My roulade was undercooked so it didn't roll properly and the first attempt at making the filling ended in disaster when my chocolate curdled my egg mixture, so I ended up with chocolate scrambled eggs. HaHa. All in all, it was a cool experience. It tastes a lot better than it looks! bûche de Noël'. ** Kyler, Hi, K. I'm into Xmas over here 'cos it's basically just the way it looks. No obligations or ceremony or X-Day plans. Just the pleasure of buying some presents. The sound of your family jaunt makes me tense. I think I remember the unpleasantness you faced down there last Xmas. Concentrate on mom and eating. I don't think the interview with Ed White ended up being very interesting at all, as far as I could tell. Kind of disconnected and blahdiblah. I'll be surprised if it ends up getting published, but I'll let you know if it does. ** Bill, You actually went to Haw Par Villa? Wow. Does that early experience explain certain aspects of your interests in the way that it seems like it might? If only we were that traceable and simple, sigh. Anyway, you went there! There seem to be a inordinately huge number of best of 2013 lists this year. Either that or my FB friends are particularly on list finding rampages right now. I'm about to make my list and add to the useless clutter. Cool about Dodie's event. I saw a bit of the reading that KK posted. How was Thursday? ** Okay, I guess that's it. You get my newest stack today. Uh, yeah, that's all I can think to say about it. Enjoy? I hope? See you tomorrow.

Gig #49: Deutsch-Amerikanische Freundschaft

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'New music requires new sound and new instrumentation, thought the founders of Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft in the late 70s. The concerts that followed in Düsseldorfs (in)famous Ratinger Hof were closed down by police and their records caused at least as much fuss. The 'Der Mussolini' single provoked a media-fuelled public debate on the limits of freedom of speech. The first two D.A.F. albums featured the original four-piece line-up and a range of styles. Some songs on Die Kleinen und die Bösen (The Small Ones and the Evil Ones), featured thrashed guitars, electronic screeching, and hammered drums while Gabi screamed and ululated. The record was widely lauded by the British music press, and earned the group an early cult following in the UK.

'As their sound crystallized into a more rhythmically intense and minimalistic style, Gabi and Robert ejected the other members, who had become superfluous both musically and in terms of the chemistry within the band. On the later albums recorded by the remaining duo, the arrangements were sparse and heavily electronic, the singing evolved from abstract screams and mumbles to a very direct, rhythmic vocal style, and their live performances were delivered with such intensity that a 1980 concert in Düsseldorf had to be stormed by the police to bring the crowd under control.

'The third full length album, Alles ist gut, was recorded entirely by Gabi and Robert working as a duo, and displayed the distinctive D.A.F. formula. Robert played drums — usually fairly simple and relatively unsyncopated patterns, but with simple variations that prevented them sounding robotic — while Gabi sang. The only other instruments used were Korg MS-20 and ARP Odyssey analogue synthesizers usually driven by a Korg SQ-10 analog sequencer, with an Oberheim OB-Xa added around the time of the album Für Immer. Typically only a single sequencer-driven line would be used for a song, the sequence functioning both as melodic accompaniment and as a bassline. The song 'Der Mussolini' is a perfect example of this. On other songs, such as the title track, certain notes of the sequence were set slightly out of tune. Overall the songs entail a complex tension between the predominantly visceral (the voice), the relentlessly robotic (the 16-step sequences), and the drums, which lie somewhere in between. One song, 'Der Räuber und der Prinz' (The Robber and the Prince), also features a Glockenspiel-like sound as a sinister reminder of childhood. This was uncompromisingly minimalist pop.

'The next two albums, Gold und Liebe (Gold and Love) and Für immer (Forever), continued in the same vein, until, as one British music journalist of the time put it, D.A.F. had exhausted all the possibilities of the 16-step sequencer. These possibilities ranged from something resembling rhythm and blues — you could just about play 'Der Mussolini' as R'n'B if you wanted — to the microtonality of 'Im Dschungel der Liebe' (In the Jungle of Love) (on Für immer) or 'Knochen aug Knochen' (the B-side of the single 'Sex unter Wasser'). These three albums (from Alles ist gut to Für immer) were all produced by Konrad "Conny" Plank, who was renowned for his pioneering work both with minimalist-influenced Krautrock bands and other experimenters in the 1970s, and with electro-pop artists in the 1980s.

'After Für immer D.A.F. split up for approximately twenty years, except for a brief reunion in 1985 to record 1st Step to Heaven, their only album in English. During this extensive period their historical importance began to become clearer.'-- collaged









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Nacht Arbeit (1980)
'At that time in Europe there were only rich guys with their huge synthesizers, the guys like Kraftwerk or Tangerine Dream. They always used their equipment in a really accurate manner and... we really disliked this kind of approach. We wanted to use it in a completely different way, the free way. With no rules, even no rules on how to treat a machine. We used them as we wanted to. Even if the machine goes kaput - it's good, there's a sound of this machine going kaput and this sound is music.'-- DAF






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Coco Pino (1980)
'We liked the punk energy, but we never understood why they were using the instruments of their fathers, the same old tools and same riffs. So we thought it's good to combine this fresh, new vitality with the new style of music, not with rock & roll.'-- DAF






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Der Mussolini (live; 1981)
'In music, in life, in art, in culture - basically anywhere - there are no mistakes. You can do whatever You want. Most of the people always use technology in an accurate way, but the elites, they don't even use mobile phones like everybody else. For example if you go to Bristol the people from the house scene are doing crazy things with the wifi network and their mobile phones as the means of creation. So I think the elites are still working on different, new things, but the masses they still follow their grandmothers. But it was always like that, there are people who experiment and people who consume.'-- DAF






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Sato Sato (1981)
'When we started looping stuff we did it on tapes, because nobody thought of building samplers or loop stations back than. We anticipated the development of electronic music and we found our style in it. We're still using same Korgs and as we just started recording our new album, almost all of those sessions were mostly - like 95% of them - recorded on Korgs. Of course there are also other machines and they are all interesting but we simply like the Korg sound.'-- DAF






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Der Raeuber und der Prinz (1981)
'Just thoughts, ideas and the necessity of changing something. We were really aware that if we wanted to change anything, we had to come up with something truly new, even if it was odd or strange. And we liked it more and more, we liked the strangeness in sounds.'-- DAF






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Greif nach den Sternen (1981)
'When we started, we used to listen to the tracks that we had just made and if anything reminded us of anything else, of whatever - even if it was good - we threw it away. It's the same approach that applies not only to music but also to film or art. There are always influences in the subconsciousness, but you can't get away from them. In the moment that we saw them, we threw the piece away. If it was too much nouvelle vague or too much Devo... Away with it. Away with it!'-- DAF






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Liebe auf den Ersten Blick (1981)
'All those nationalist trends nowadays are just pure nostalgia. The world is global and nation states are losing more and more of their importance. In Germany one in every four people has a background that is fully or partially foreign; Turkish, Italian, many others. So the people are really racially mixed and it's just a few nostalgic individuals who think they must fight for it because it's disappearing.'-- DAF






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El Que (1981)
'They are making a lot of noise but they are small in numbers and small in power. I think the right wing movements in the 60s, 70s and 80s were much more dangerous than nowadays. Nowadays there are just a bunch of freaks.'-- DAF






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Ein Bisschen Krieg (1982)
'Music can change the culture it comes from so it can also change the way people feel, but I don't see the direct influence of the music on political movements. You can change the spirit, the way people think in general over longer periods. However, if you make an anti-Nazi song, it's ridiculous. If You sing "fuck the Nazis", do you think that the Nazis who hear it will say, "Oh, they are right, I won't be a Nazi any longer? The 'Fuck The Nazis' song won't stop the Nazis.'-- DAF






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Geheimnis (1982)
'We have to remember that the function of the political role is much more important than the person. An American president will always be an American president. It doesn't matter if it'll be Obama, Romney, Smith or whoever else. He has the function of being the American president so he is under all the pressure from all those pressure groups, the industry, the lobbyists, the other countries. He's not alone. '-- DAF






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Prinzessin (1982)
'In interviews we always claimed to not target anything or anyone specific while creating lyrics to be taken as a parody of words and phrases floating around in the public media. "Sato-Sato" and "Der Mussolini" are both examples of songs written around Delgado-López's fascination with the sound of a particular word.'-- DAF






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Absolute Body Control (1985)
'For a time, both Delgado and Görl pursued solo careers, which proved a mixed blessing; Görl's weak singing sank his best efforts, whereas Delgado's lone solo outing suffered from equally weak musicianship. In 1985, they temporarily re-formed to record another album of house music, this time in English, 1st Step to Heaven, which disappeared without much fanfare.'-- collaged






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1st Step to Heaven (1986)
'The two of us agreed on a concept for the thing called DAF quickly - virtually overnight. Our core statement was: We're a punk-band, without guitars, meant fully electronically. We know English and American bands but we're no imitation of them. We're a German formation but the German culture doesn't affect us. We're nothing but exciting and new.'-- DAF






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Party (1986)
'While British electronic pop pioneers were still mired in alienation or camp futurism, DAF presciently combined disco and electronics in a new, distinctive variant of the electro scene which was then current in groundbreaking New York clubs. Either leathered up or stripped to the waist and glistening with sweat, DAF looked as they sounded, all pumping muscle and sinew, the very physicality of their music upturning the then current cliché that equated electronics and alienation. DAF were the precursors of the electronic body musics of Die Krupps and Nitzer Ebb, while their musical reductionism gave techno minimalists the courage to pare music back to beats and atmospheres.'-- collaged






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Der Sheriff (2003)
'Of course the people can get a new health care and some other little details, but - in the first place - he must do certain things because he's not in charge. So Obama is now a black sheriff, which is good because when you're watching cowboy films it's not very often that the sheriff is black. Nevertheless he will always be "Der Sheriff".'-- DAF







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p.s. Hey. If anyone out there has any ideas for guest-posts and feels like making one, the blog and I could really use such things at the moment. Thank you! ** Oscar B, Hey, buddy! Thanks a bunch, nd you should be front and center on each and every one of them. I'm good, you? We should hang out pronto. ** les mots dans le nom, Hi. That is a nice one. The one you linked to. No, I don't know where any of those stages actually are, or I don't remember in the cases where the locations were noted. Wow, 'a fireless furnace,' that's really, really nice and apt. Cool. I guess I really like eating, even though I basically eat the exact same thing almost every day. There would seem to be a dichotomy there. Hm. I almost bought some truffles yesterday, but I sprang for olive bread and a couple of very shiny, dome-like pastries. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. I just read about the European storms in true news this morning and wondered where exactly was being attacked because Paris is its usual mildly gloomy looking place right now. I'm jealous. That is a really good idea for your article. I don't know anything about her, and, based on a glance at your post, I definitely want to have at least some amateur expertise on her matter. In other words, good one, man. Cool, I'll pass along your great, generous YnY offer. Everyone, please read the following words by _Black_Acrylic because they offer a possible golden opportunity. Take it away, Ben: 'This an opportunity for anyone in Scotland wanting to make a zine: Yuck 'n Yum are offering the support, guidance, and £500 of seed money to make your own self-published zine venture a realty! This is ZINE IDOL. You must be available to attend the presentation on the 8th of February in Dundee.' ** David Ehrenstein, Morning, David. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh. Okay, apparently we share the space issue thing, and that might explain our recent stack alignment. Interesting. Oh, shit, I just read yesterday that fucking Sparks played here in Paris two nights ago, and I had no idea that was happening. Huge grr. ** Sypha, Oh, I didn't think that you actually like Manson, I just meant that you don't seem to have the blah/meh reaction to his thing like I do. I did go look at the remains of Spahn ranch once. And I do like what the Beach Boys did with his song on, which album was it, '20/20'. And I read and really liked Ed Sanders''The Family' book when I was younger. Anyway, yeah, I totally get how your interest lies in how his thing informed art you like. Yeah, sure. ** Torn porter, Hi. Interesting questions re: the 'porn' film project. Well, we're still in the earlyish days of its development, but the idea at the moment is that it will be a real film, ideally shown at festivals and maybe in select theaters or gallery contexts or something. It's more a film that works with explicit sex than a traditional porn that has Zac's and my imprint on it. No clue re: what its audience will be. I never think about that stuff with my fiction or theater collab. work, and it's no different with the film, although I suspect that the producer and marketing people and so on will want us to think about audience targeting at some point along the way, and, if so, I guess we'll try to do that. I think we want to try to work with what gives erections while testing and experimenting with that trigger as much as we can so, ideally, the reaction will be a more full-body one, or at least that the brain will be a lot more in collaboration with the erection than erection-seeking people normally expect and want from explicit sexual visuals. Writing the 'porn' is vaguely like novel writing, but it's probably closer to writing the theater pieces, and the writing/script is collaborative with Zac, so that distinguishes it from my usual stuff. Thanks for wanting to know about all of that, man. Like I said, we're early on, so it'll be easier to talk about what the film is or wants to be when we get into the beginnings of the actual making of it, meaning probably in the very early spring. Your thoughts about 'AI'? Pray tell, please. Darn about the package not being mine, but no surprise, I guess. ** Steevee, Hey. Oh, disagreement about one film certainly won't interfere with my appreciation of your top ten list. And I'm the one who feels fairly alone in my opinion of 'Gravity'. Yeah, I just don't get it. I can see that its visual minimalism and flexibility are kind of fresh, but I sure don't get how it can be compared to 'Enter the Void' or 'Leviathan' since it seemed like standard mainstream fare with a better than average tailor and dry cleaner, and I can see that its huge popular success is a positive thing, but the script was a whole lot worse than relatively weak in my opinion, I guess. I don't know. Anyway, I do look foreword to your list. ** Tonio K, Whoa, hey there, TK! It's really great to see you! You're trying to make a video game? Can you say more? That idea really excites me. I've always wanted to make a video game. Tell me about that project/game if you can and don't mind. Yeah, I'm glad you're doing really well. Take awesome care, man. ** Robert-nyc, Hi! Thanks. I spent way too much time turning those photos and black and white and darkening them to what seemed like just the right/wrong degree. I'm good, really good, thanks. It was a really sweet year for books. Narrowing the good stuff down to a wieldy list is not going to be easy. Adios for now. ** Lee, Hi! Symmetry, cool. I want to see that thing you're doing, duh. Yeah, let's confer and figure out the logistics and stuff. I hope everything that has anything to do with you is awesome. ** Etc etc etc, Hi. Cool link/add. Yeah, ha ha, I made a decision to do everything I could when making that stack not to bring in Lynch directly because, well, I don't know why. Maybe because searching for stage and curtains imagery called up so much Lynch imagery, and I got all rebellious, and, yet, why struggle against the potent and inevitable, and so your add kind of busted the stack's chops in a most beautiful, magical and yet anti-magical way, if that makes any sense, and I'm pretty sure it doesn't. Long story short ... Everyone, Etc etc etc has completed yesterday's stack on a spiritual level by linking it and us to this. ** Creative Massacre, Hi, M! Dude, it was so sweet. And, yeah, buches are pretty rich things, even when they try not to be. French cakes and pastries in general have this sensory overload quality, which I guess is why I get obsessed with them and, yet, relatively speaking, why I eat less often than I gawk. So, if you only took one bite, who gobbled up the rest of it? ** Misanthrope, Hi, George. You're sitting in front of your computer or smart phone or iPad or something. That's where you are. The rest is a meaningless crapshoot. Okay, natural adjustment, gotcha, enjoy. You'll probably miss the delirium someday. A poem! Goodness gracious. Did you get it finished yet? What kind of poem is it? ** I guess that's all for today. I put the spotlight on DAF today 'cos I used to really like them, and I realized the other day that I probably would still like them if I listened to them again, and so I listened to them again, and I not only liked them, as I had guessed I would, I went ahead and foisted them on all of you good people. See you tomorrow.

Jean Giono Day

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* all texts, except where indicated: from Henry Miller's The Books in My Life





'I have tried to make a story of adventure in which there should be absolutely nothing ‘timely.’ The present time disgusts me, even to describe. It is sufficient merely to endure it. I wanted to make a book with new mountains, a new river, a country, forest, snow and men all new. The most consoling thing is that I have not had to invent anything at all, not even the people. They all exist. That is what I want to say here. At this very time when Paris flourishes – and that is nothing to be proud of – there are people in the world who know nothing of the horrible mediocrity into which civilization, philosophers, public speakers and gossips have plunged the human race. They think only of adding to their comfort, heedless that one day true men will come up from the river and down from the mountain, more implacable and more bitter than the grass of the apocalypse.'-- Jean Giono, 1937


It was in one of those humble stationery stores which sell books, that I first came across Jean Giono's work. It was the daughter of the proprietor — bless her soul! — who literally thrust upon me the book called Que majoie demeure (The Joy of Man's Desiring). In 1939, after making a pilgrimage to Manosque with Giono's boyhood friend, Henri Fluchre, the latter bought for me Jean le Bleu (Blue Boy), which I read on the boat going to Greece. Both these French editions I lost in my wanderings. On returning to America, however, I soon made the acquaintance of Pascal Covici, one of the editors of the Viking Press, and through him I got acquainted with all that has been translated of Giono — not very much, I sadly confess.

Between times I have maintained a random correspondence with Giono, who continues to live in the place of his birth, Manosque. How often I have regretted that I did not meet him on the occasion of my visit to his home — he was off then on a walking expedition through the countryside he describes with such deep poetic imagination in his books. But if I never meet him in the flesh I can certainly say that I have met him in the spirit. And so have many others throughout this wide world. Some, I find, know him only through the screen versions of his books — Harvest and The Baker's Wife. No one ever leaves the theatre, after a performance of these films, with a dry eye. No one ever looks upon a loaf of bread, after seeing Harvest, in quite the same way as he used to; nor, after seeing The Baker's Wife, does one think of the cuckold with the same raucous levity.

But these are trifling observations . . . A few moments ago, tenderly flipping the pages of his books, I was saying to myself: "Tenderize your finger tips! Make yourself ready for the great task!"

For several years now I have been preaching the gospel — of Jean Giono. I do not say that my words have fallen upon deaf ears, I merely complain that my audience has been restricted. I do not doubt that I have made myself a nuisance at the Viking Press in New York, for I keep pestering them intermittently to speed up the translations of Giono's works. Fortunately I am able to read Giono in his own tongue and, at the risk of sounding immodest, in his own idiom. But, as ever, I continue to think of the countless thousands in England and America who must wait until his books are translated. I feel that I could convert to the ranks of his ever-growing admirers innumerable readers whom his American publishers despair of reaching. I think I could even sway the hearts of those who have never heard of him — in England, Australia, New Zealand and other places where the English language is spoken. But I seem incapable of moving those few pivotal beings who hold, in a manner of speaking, his destiny in their hands. Neither with logic nor passion, neither with statistics nor examples, can I budge the position of editors and publishers in this, my native land. I shall probably succeed in getting Giono translated into Arabic, Turkish and Chinese before I convince his American publishers to go forward with the task they so sincerely began.





A friend of mine said the other day that practically everyone he had met knew Jean Giono. "You mean his books ?" I asked. "At least some of them," he said. "At any rate, they certainly know what he stands for.""That's another story," I replied. "You're lucky to move in such circles. I have quite another story to tell about Giono. I doubt sometimes that even his editors have read him. How to read, that's the question."

That evening, glancing through a book by Holbrook Jackson, I stumbled on Coleridge's four classes of readers. Let me cite them :

1. Sponges, who absorb all they read, and return it nearly in the same state, only a little dirtied.

2. Sand-glasses, who retain nothing, and are content to get through a book for the sake of getting through the time.

3. Strain-bags, who retain merely the dregs of what they read.

4. Mogul diamonds, equally rare and valuable, who profit by what they read, and enable others to profit by it also.

Most of us belong in the third category, if not also in one of the first two. Rare indeed are the mogul diamonds! And now I wish to make an observation connected with the lending of Giono's books. The few I possess — among them The Song of the World and Lovers are never Losers, which I see I have not mentioned — have been loaned over and over again to all who expressed a desire to become acquainted with Jean Giono. This means that I have not only handed them to a considerable number of visitors but that I have wrapped and mailed the books to numerous others, to some in foreign lands as well. To no author I have recommended has there been a response such as hailed the reading of Giono. The reactions have been virtually unanimous. "Magnificent! Thank you, thank you!" That is the usual return. Only one person disapproved, said flatly that he could make nothing of Giono, and that was a man dying of cancer. I had lent him The Joy of Mans Desiring. He was one of those "successful" business men who had achieved everything and found nothing to sustain him. I think we may regard his verdict as exceptional. The others, and they include men and women of all ages, all walks of Ufe, men and women of the most diverse views, the most conflicting aims and tendencies, all proclaimed their love, admiration and gratitude for Jean Giono. They do not represent a "select" audience, they were chosen at random. The one qualification which they had in common was a thirst for good books . . .

These are my private statistics, which I maintain are as valid as the publisher's. It is the hungry and thirsty who will eventually decide the future of Giono's works.





There is another man, a tragic figure, whose book I often thrust upon friends and acquaintances: Vaslav Nijinsky. His Diary is in some strange way connected with Jean Giono's novel Blue Boy. It tells me something about writing. It is the writing of a man who is part lucid, part mad. It is a communication so naked, so desperate, that it breaks the mold. We are face to face with reality, and it is almost unbearable. The technique, so utterly personal, is one from which every writer can learn. Had he not gone to the asylum, had this been merely his baptismal work, we would have had in Nijinsky a writer equal to the dancer.

I mention this book because I have scanned it closely. Though it may sound presumptuous to say so, it is a book for writers. I cannot limit Giono in this way, but I must say that he, too, feeds the writer, instructs the writer, inspires the writer. In Blue Boy he gives us the genesis of a writer, telling it with the consummate art of a practiced writer. One feels that he is a " bom writer." One feels that he might also be a painter, a musician (despite what he says). It is the "Storyteller's Story,"I'histoire de I'histoire. It peels away the wrappings in which we mummify writers and reveals the embryonic being. It gives us the physiology, the chemistry, the physics, the biology of that curious animal, the writer. It is a textbook dipped in the magic fluid of the medium it expouncts. It connects us with the source of all creative activity. It breathes, it palpitates, it renews the blood stream. It is the kind of book which every man who thinks he has at least one story to tell could write but which he never does, alas. It is the story which authors are telling over and over again in myriad disguises. Seldom does it come straight from the delivery room. Usually it is washed and dressed first. Usually it is given a name which is not the true name.

His sensuousness, the development of which Giono attributes to his father's dehcate nurturing, is without question one of the cardinal features of his art. It invests his characters, his landscapes, his whole narrative. "Let us refine our finger tips, our points of contact with the world ..." Giono has done just this. The result is that we detect in his music the use of an instrument which has undergone the same ripening process as the player. In Giono the music and the instrument are one. That is his special gift. If he did not become a musician because, as he says, he thought it more important to be a good listener, he has become a writer who has raised Hstening to such an art that we follow his melodies as if we had written them ourselves. We no longer know, in reading his books, whether we are listening to Giono or to ourselves. We are not even aware that we are Hstening. We Hve through his words and in them, as naturally as if we were respiring at a comfortable altitude or floating on the bosom of the deep or swooping like a hawk with the down-draught of a canyon. The actions of his narratives are cushioned in this terrestrial effluvium; the machinery never grinds because it is perpetually laved by cosmic lubricants. Giono gives us men, beasts and gods — in their molecular constituency.* He has seen no need to descend to the atomic arena. He deals in galaxies and constellations, in troupes, herds, and flocks, in biological plasm as well as primal magma and plasma. The names of his characters, as well as the hills and streams which surround them, have the tang, the aroma, the vigor and the spice of string herbs. They are autochthonous names, redolent of the Midi. When we pronounce them we revive the memory of other times ; unknowingly we inhale a whifl" of the African shore. We suspect that Atlantis was not so distant either in time or space.





"Each day," says Miguel de Unamuno," I believe less and less in the social question, and in the political question, and in the moral question, and in all the other questions that people have invented in order that they shall not have to face resolutely the only real question that exists — the human question. So long as we are not facing this question, all that we are now doing is simply making a noise so that we shall not hear it."

Giono is one of the writers of our time who faces this human question squarely. It accounts for much of the disrepute in which he has found himself. Those who are active on the periphery regard him as a renegade. In their view he is not playing the game. Some refuse to take him seriously because he is " only a poet." Some admit that he has a marvellous gift for narrative but no sense of reality. Some believe that he is writing a legend of his region and not the story of our time. Some wish us to beheve that he is only a dreamer. He is all these things and more. He is a man who never detaches himself from the world, even when he is dreaming. Particularly the world of human beings. In his books he speaks as father, mother, brother, sister, son and daughter. He does not depict the human family against the background of nature, he makes the human family a part of nature. If there is suffering and punishment, it is because of the operation of divine law through nature. The cosmos which Giono's figures inhabit is strictly ordered. There is room in it for all the irrational elements. It does not give, break or weaken because the fictive characters who compose it sometimes move in contradiction of or defiance to the laws which govern our everyday world. Giono's world possesses a reality far more understandable, far more durable than the one we accept as world reality.

Giono gives us the world he lives in, a world of dream, passion and reality. It is French, yes but that would hardly suffice to describe it. It is of a certain region of France, yes, but that does not define it. It is distinaly Jean Giono's world and none other. If you are a kindred spirit you recognize it inmiediately, no matter where you were bom or raised, what language you speak, what customs you have adopted, what tradition you follow. A man does not have to be Chinese, nor even a poet, to recognize immediately such spirits as Lao-tse and Li Po. In Giono's work what every sensitive, full-blooded individual ought to be able to recognize at once is "the song of the world." For me this song, of which each new book gives endless refrains and variations, is far more precious, far more stirring, far more poetic, than the "Song of Songs." It is intimate, personal, cosmic, untrammeled — and ceaseless. It contains the notes of the lark, the nightingale, the thrush; it contains the whir of the planets and the almost inaudible wheeling of the constellations ; it contains the sobs, cries, shrieks and wails of wounded mortal souls as well as the laughter and ululations of the blessed; it contains the seraphic music of the angelic hosts and the howls of the damned. In addition to this pandemic music Giono gives the whole gamut of color, taste, smell and feel. The most inanimate objects yield their mysterious vibrations. The philosophy behind this symphonic production has no name; its function is to liberate, to keep open all the sluices of the soul, to encourage speculation, adventure and passionate worship.

"Be what thou art, only be it to the utmost!" That is what it whispers.

Is this French?



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Media


Interview (1959) in French


La Provence de Jean Giono


Frederic Back's 1985 film based on Giono's 'The Man Who Planted Trees'



Profile of & interview w/ Jean Giono (w/ English subtitles)


Maison de Jean Giono


Marcel Pagnol's film 'Regain', based on the Giono novel



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Excerpts

The Man Who Planted Trees

For a human character to reveal truly exceptional qualities, one must have the good fortune to be able to observe its performance over many years. If this performance is devoid of all egoism, if its guiding motive is unparalleled ge- nerosity, if it is absolutely certain that there is no thought of recompense and that, in addition, it has left its visible mark upon the earth, then there can be no mistake.

About forty years ago I was taking a long trip on foot over mountain heights quite unknown to tourists, in that ancient region where the Alps thrust down into Provence. All this, at the time I embarked upon my long walk through these deserted regions, was barren and colorless land. Nothing grew there but wild lavender.
I was crossing the area at its widest point, and after three days’ walking, found myself in the midst of unparalleled desolation. I camped near the vestiges of an abandoned village. I had run out of water the day before, and had to find some. These clustered houses, although in ruins, like an old wasps’ nest, suggested that there must once have been a spring or well here. There was indeed a spring, but it was dry. The five or six houses, roofless, gnawed by wind and rain, the tiny chapel with its crumbling steeple, stood about like the houses and chapels in living villages, but all life had vanished.

It was a fine June day, brilliant with sunlight, but over this unsheltered land high in the sky, the wind blew with unendurable ferocity. It growled over the carcasses of the houses like a lion disturbed at its meal. I had to move my camp.

After five hours’ walking I had still not found water and there was nothing to give me any hope of finding any. All about me was the same dryness, the same coarse grasses. I thought I glimpsed in the distance a small black silhouette, upright, and took it for the trunk of a solitary tree. In any case I started toward it. It was a shepherd. Thirty sheep were lying about him on the baking earth.

He gave me a drink from his water gourd and, a little later, took me to his cottage in a fold of the plain. He drew his water–excellent water–from a very deep natural well above which he had constructed a primitive winch.

The man spoke little. This is the way of those who live alone, but one felt that he was sure of himself, and confident in his assurance. That was unexpected in this barren country. He lived, not in a cabin, but in a real house built of stone that bore plain evidence of how his own efforts had reclaimed the ruin he had found there on his arrival. His roof was strong and sound. The wind on its tiles made the sound of the sea upon its shore.

The place was in order, the dishes washed, the floor swept, his rifle oiled; his soup was boiling over the fire. I noticed then that he was cleanly shaved, that all his buttons were firmly sewed on, that his clothing had been mended with the meticulous care that makes the mending invisible.

He shared his soup with me and afterwards, when I offered my tobacco pouch, he told me that he did not smoke. His dog, as silent as himself, was friendly without being servile.




To the Slaughterhouse

“That’s enough,” the father said, “that’s enough. Don’t make yourself hoarse. I understand, I understand only too well. The war! But me, I’m telling you no, and no it is! All right, they need men for the war, and corn, and sheep, and horses, and goats. They need everything, everything! And why do you always go looking in the same places? And you, what are you doing here? There’s a lot of flesh on you, you know.” He turned to the policeman. “What’s this fellow doing here? There must be a place for him up there. Somebody’s surely been killed today, that makes an empty place. You think it can go on like this? Our son, our horse, our corn, and now our goats. Do you intend to leave us our eyes for weeping? You better had, we’re going to need them. Anyway, who’s the madman in charge of all this? Who’s the madman who gives the orders?”

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Joseph ran up the slope of the path. He held on to his right arm. With his wide open left hand he tried stuffing the hole in the other elbow. It was a mess of bone and flesh. A fountain of blood squirted through his fingers. He wanted to stuff that hole. He ran two or three steps, then he walked two or three, breathing heavily, then he started running again. He couldn’t stuff the hole. He grasped it tightly with his left hand, but the blood kept on flowing. As the blood flowed away, he felt air enter through the hole. He no longer felt that he was in one piece and insulated from the world. The broken-up ground, the fire, the powder and the blood of other men, they started flowing into him, and very soon, if it lasted, he would become part of it himself. He, Joseph, his flesh, he’d melt into it all like sugar in water. The black corpse that had its teeth planted into the bark of the willow tree was still there, crouched at the edge of the canal…

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The liaison agent went out every day, turning right toward the Seventh. Then they heard the noise of his gas mask-case knocking against the logs. He had come back. “Come and take a look,” he called one evening.

They had to walk the length of the Zouaves’ trench, and follow the blue zigzagging across the quarry. The ramp had just been wrecked. Scraps of cloth were mixed with the mud. A kind of air-hole had opened as a result in the side of the quarry. A man’s arm stuck out from it. The hand was black and shaped like a hook. They drew near. There was a big ditch full of corpses; a sound of chopping water came from inside.





Joy of Man's Desiring

The grains had been colourless when he had heaped them in the middle of the dazzling threshing floor. Now, brilliant s rice, the wheat flew in the beating of the golden wings. He remembered that a moment ago he had seen the green finch take a grain in his bill, tilt his head, swallow it. He thought no farther along that line. In reality, it was not a thought but a secret leaven in his body. He was obliged to swallow often. He was drunk. He had just lost the poorly human sense of the useful. No longer could he lean to that side. He could not yet lean toward the useless, but he heard the swelling song of the flute that sings for the lepers.

“I have always been alone,” Bobi said, “and it has always been I who have looked out for others…But you have just said some words and made a little gesture, the movement of your hands toward my hair, as if to dry it yourself. And that, no one has ever done. And here I am facing a new thing…Do you understand, Mademoiselle, that if I have asked for nothing, it is not because I have not needed it? Do you understand, too, that if I have always given, it is precisely because I was so in need myself?”




Blue Boy

Sometimes in our morning class, when, withdrawn from the noisy world of the street and the town, we could hear the convent quiet flowing in upon us with its cooing of pigeons and the brushing of the lilacs against the walls, Sister Clementine would begin to walk. At this moment as I write, here with my strong cigarette in the corner of my mouth, my eyes smarting, my lighted lamp, and the night in the valley pressing against the window with its phosphorescent trails of peasants' carts, I have just put down my pen to think over all my experiences as a man. Certainly, to the secret eyes of my senses, there has come the dance of almost every seductive serpent in the world.

I have never experienced a joy more pure, more musical, more complete, more surely born of equilibrium than the joy of watching Sister Clementine walk.

It began like the rising of a curving wind. The boards of the platform uttered a magnetic little cry. She was walking. She wore felt sandals, the soles of her feet made a gentle padding sound. Along the column rose an undulation that recalled waves, the neck of a swan, a moan. It was so ample and so firm, it came so directly from the depths of the earth that if the undulation had mounted to 'Sister Clementine's neck it would have broken it like an iris stem. But she received it on the fine springs of her hips, she transformed it into the rolling of an outbound ship, and the whole upper part of her body, breast, shoulders, neck, head, and cornet, shuddered as when a sail swells to a puff of wind.

Stretched out on the table, Paul was bleeding without touching his nose. He was as still and pale as a corpse. The blood formed a great clot on his nostril. Then it stopped flowing. Paul blew hard and the loosened clot slid down his cheek like a little flower at the end of a shining stem of fresh blood. The blood-stained handkerchiefs had been spread over the back of a chair by the window. It was like a slaughtering of the innocents. Presently the lay sister rapped and entered with her odor of herbs and onions.

"He's been stuffing that thief-weed up his nose again," she said. "You are a fine sight, Monsieur Paul!"

Sister Clementine picked up the invalid. He lay limply in her amis. He looked up at her with big ox eyes. Down in his throat he was mumbling some indistinct plaint.

"Yes, my sweet," she would say as she wiped his face.

She moistened a corner of her handkerchief with her saliva and wiped Paul's blood-stained mouth with the tips of her fingers.

"Take him away," she said to the converse. "Go along, my dear."

And she ran her hands through his hair.

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