[all this love for you]

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gum, love, original mix

*love diagram

[up2u]

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100s

hundreds – let’s write the streets

the sketch of a position, of a fleet shape that can lean towards cold raster noton-like aesthetics as well as towards intimate song writing, that holds the darkness of Low somewhere deep down inside which you will remember as gleaming and euphoric. offish electronic sounds, fragile remain of breathing and far away hunches that sound like underwater music establish a gentle connection to the immediacy of the embracing and sensual voice. a strict, disciplined and artful texture is drawn only to be immediately filled by love, tears, kisses and laughter, ardour, inebriation, sobering, disenchantment, desperation, occupied by life itself. the music of hundreds grows with every encounter, with every collision and contradiction. it breathes in all the free spaces that suddenly appear. It is as unseizable as the persons behind it. still it offers to hug everyone.
(sinnbus records)

Me And My Drummer – Youre A Runner

[b:d]

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inner resources, john berryman

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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have no

Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles,

who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.

—John Berryman

[einaudi]

[photos on Getty]

My photos have been selected by Getty Images US and are now ON SALE through their website.

Click H E R E to see a few others.

[bunny in a bunny suit]

**just beautiful & crazy

++ 2raumwohnung ++

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+ page three +

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[*truepeace]

+ être

*&

Sometimes the fish talks back to you

David Lynch’s debut album, Crazy Clown Time, comes out TOMORROW, November 8th, and it goes like this:

++purple neuro juice++

I promise 100% bliss if you decide to listen to this brilliant mix by Andrea Mendez (ottobre 2011) .

[**alicious]

listen to this, it’s magic:

Max Ernst: Thirty-three Little Girls Set out for the White Butterfly Hunt (1958)

Source: Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, MadridNº INV. 537 (1971.8)

at the junction of two signs, /one for a school of herrings and the other for a school of crystals/ thirty-three little girls set out for the white butterfly hunt,/the blind dance in the night,/princess sleep badly and the black crow is to speak.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast

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Tate Liverpool, ‘Alice in Wonderland – Through the Visual Arts’ exhibition.

[*just beautiful. almost home]

LANTERNS ON THE LAKE as part of the LIVERPOOL MUSIC WEEK

[**following Alice]

*tomorrow I’ll meet Alice again H E R E! :)

[**L8]

[*malediction]

click Play to listen to ‘Blume’

[**s0me0ne]

14 Mike

14 Mike, originally uploaded by laurapannack1.

[mai de week-end așa]

*lesson no 7

[*yagudky]

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[Early Morning in Camden, London]

[Mamiya 7 II]
[Fuji film]

, originally uploaded by Livia Lazar.

[*enLight]

You send the demons up in the clouds
You ban the angels down to the ground
Screaming so quiet whispering so loud
Fade the voices and all that singing sound

Keep the hands close and lock the face
Release the mind and sail away
Out of the dark into the blue
Leaving behind what is right and true

Exploring new shores all alone
Working my fingers to the bone
Appease my hunger and quench my thirst
Won’t be the last who is lost and cursed

Oh can it be like before
I’ll be willing calling you for more
And just the day when i was getting through
You enlight these sideways and these avenues

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[*the subtext is dire]

[postcard no 3]

Click Play to listen to Calling Sky by The Year Of:

Dear Mine,

All the leaves were swallowed by the ground. Some of them still long for its embrace, and lay somehow unpatiently at my feet. They can remember your footsteps.

When I looked in the mirror today, I saw myself more beautiful than before.
Then noticed two stubborn leaves in a sea of emptiness, beauty and terror.

They reminded me of us.

Sincerely Yours,

[*tremble]

[together we're invincible]

click Play to listen to my dear Paul’s ‘Des Stabes Reuse’:

[+ r i g h t + ]

Click here to listen to an amazing remix to Wrong (DM) made by Trentemoeller:

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/*this is my tutor, Steve, in Nairobi, inside Kebira’s slum radio station, looking silently at the desolation scenery of one of the largest slums in Africa, located 5 kilometres (3.1 mi) from the city centre/

++we build up castles in the sky and in the sand++

**click Play to listen to my latest obsessive obsession:

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or:

[September 30th 2011. Blackpool]

***

++ trio töykeät ++

[*xx]

click Play and enjoy Infinity Wicked ^^Game

[*^]

click Play to listen to New Technology Babe Rainbow Dark Dubby Remix :)

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[^requiEM]

click Play to listen to Nick Supply’s Requiem for a Dub which uses samples from that film-you’re-thinking-about’s main theme:

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[theme de Camille]

[is this really autumn?]

**the coolest photos I found on tumblr this week:

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***and a very beautiful song

[++ inhabiting our own dreams]

[iLi is a star*]

[I recommend some happy soup]

[meet me on the other shore]

[meet me on the other shore], originally uploaded by Livia Lazar.

I am delighted to share that my photo, [meet me on the other shore] which won a monthly competition organised by theprintspace London this year, was selected to be in the exhibition So Show Me II, curated by Euan Danks, Linda Brownlee, and Michael Bodiam, to name a few. The show runs until September 30, 2011 at theprintspace gallery in London. (They have already printed this for me as a prize, in large format, mounted on acrylic reverse with split battens fixtures as a prize – a perfect beauty.)

For more information on theprintspace and So Show Me II, take a look at these links:

theprintspace

So Show Me exhibition

So, if you’re in London, go and see them, they are the masters of printing!

[*transparent society]

Sousveillance

Jamais Cascio

**thisthisthis

[*apparat]

**so what’s the point of [...] for life to come, I [...] go further and no [...] is surprised. [...] plans collapse, run off or [...] apart.

[dub yr heart]

click play to listen:

[*my life]

click play to listen:

[Elena]

[**bad as me]

[one hour of your life]

The introduction is simple: it’s up to you if you watch it or not. I say you have to.

[**the greatest song of the (r)season]

via Florian Painke

The best slave
does not need to be beaten.
She beats herself.

Not with a leather whip,
or with stick or twigs,
not with a blackjack
or a billyclub,
but with the fine whip
of her own tongue
& the subtle beating
of her mind
against her mind.

For who can hate her half so well
as she hates herself?
& who can match the finesse
of her self-abuse?

Years of training
are required for this.
Twenty years
of subtle self-indulgence,
self-denial;
until the subject
thinks herself a queen
& yet a beggar –
both at the same time.
She must doubt herself
in everything but love.

She must choose passionately
& badly.
She must feel lost as a dog
without her master.
She must refer all moral questions
to her mirror.
She must fall in love with a cossack
or a poet.

She must never go out of the house
unless veiled in paint.
She must wear tight shoes
so she always remembers her bondage.
She must never forget
she is rooted in the ground.

Though she is quick to learn
& admittedly clever,
her natural doubt of herself
should make her so weak
that she dabbles brilliantly
in half a dozen talents
& thus embellishes
but does not change
our life.

If she’s an artist
& comes close to genius,
the very fact of her gift
should cause her such pain
that she will take her own life
rather than best us.

& after she dies, we will cry
& make her a saint.

Hey, alles glänzt, so schön neu

All is new
I burn down my studio, sniff the ashes like coke.
I slay my goldfish, bury him in the yard.
I blast my hangout, I let everything go. (uh…)
My old life tastes like limp biscuit.
Fry me a splendid steak, Peter cooks finest meat now.
I’m the update, Peter Fox 1.1.
I want to shake myself, party, but my pool is too small.
I grow a second set of choppers like the great white shark. (hoo…)
Waxed, doped, polished, brandnew teeth.
I became euphoriant and have expensive plans.
I buy me construction machines, dredgers, rollers and cranes.
I jump at Berlin and sound the sirens.
I build pretty loudspeaker arrays, basses knead your soul.
I am the wrecking ball for the g-g-g-german scene.Hey, all is shiny, that brand-new.
Hey, if you don’t like it, make it anew. (hoo…)
The world covered with dust but I want to see where I go.
Climb on the mountain of dirt because on top the wind blows.
Hey, all is shiny, that brand-new.

I’m fed up of my old clothes and let am rot in a bag.
I mothball them and then I go shopping naked.
I’m completely redecorated, chicks have something to stare at.
In rude health, buff, world champion of boxing and chess.
Only talking directly, give me a yes or a no.
Stop the falderal, I stop that old bosh.
If I ever smoke pot again, I’ll cut my leg with an axe.
I don’t want to lie again, I want to mean every sentence like it’s said.

My head bursts, I have to change all.
I search the button, meet the powerfull men.
Jive happiness on the country, buy banks and broadcast stations.
Everybody runs riot, trembling sheep and lambs.
I look better than Bono and am a common man.
Ready to rescue the world, though that might be flying a bit high.

Hey, all is shiny, that brand-new.
Hey, if you don’t like it, make it anew. (hoo…)
The air is used up here, it is hard to breath.
Bye bye I got to get out here, the walls are coming near.
The world covered with dust but I want to see where I go.
Climb on the mountain of dirt because on top the wind blows.
Hey, all is shiny, that brand-new.

Hey

The pun on jive is untranslatable: “Swing das Land zum Glück”. “Swing” nearly sounds like “zwing” and that means “to force”. “Jive happiness on the country” sounds in German like “force happiness on the country”.

A R R I V A L S

**to view the book in full size just click on the square on the right and use the arrows to navigate. opinions are more than welcomed as the book is still in production. :)

http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/2432437

**I have a dream

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**cinema

Just a few films I saw and thought I should recommend:

A funny and moving film from the director of Thumbsucker:

Winner of the Best Screenplay Award at 2010 Cannes Film festival:

A faithful retelling of the 1942 Vel D’Hiv Roundup

The stranger-than-fiction story of the rise and fall of Bobby Fischer, exploring the nature of genius, madness, and the game of chess itself.

Almodovar, challenging as always:

and Godard, pretentious as hell and mostly documentary, I dare to say:

At the end of the day, nothing compares to a Louis Malle collection, so you can ignore all the above and go for this :)

**moments in love with you

♥♥

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** I am memoryhouse

**please please please vote in this poll

UPDATE:

Thank you so much everyone for your votes and e-mails! I chose ‘A R R I V A L S’, my tutor loved it, and although I showed him the alternatives, he wanted this one! As a result, he advised me to make a photo book! Thought some prints would be enough, but they are not (my tutor has never chosen the easiest way for me, guess he likes to know I’m in pain!), so here I am, working on a Blurb book now!!! You’ll see it soon!

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As I’m preparing the final exhibition for my MA degree, I find choosing its title one of the most difficult and complex tasks.

In (very) short, my project deals with issues of ethnicity, identity and self in the context of globalisation, migration and alienation.

Developed on a period of a few months in Romania and the Republic of Moldova, the exhibition mostly comprises photos of places, people and situations that best represented this journey of the self on the native places.

It is nothing extremely complicated but I want to force a bit the norm and the dullness of titles usually used for such projects (as I am quite fed up with titles such as “boundaries of memory”, “dissolving identities” etc. you get the idea).

Your answers can be intuitive, it is best to choose what resonates with you most (even if it is about me – in fact, the project intends to create premises for identification and reflection), even if you just like how it sounds.

After all, my work is for others, that’s why your input into this is essential!

THANKS!

Here are a few titles I have in mind:

I N N I

click for Sigur Ros’s new update on their website – which most probably announces something great.

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[Mathare slum, Nairobi]

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[the borders are fluid]

my unique [*and courageous] contribution

Untitled, originally uploaded by Livia Lazar.

to the world of photography:

- a shot taken through an empty newspaper kiosk. don’t think that somebody else tried that before. :)

well, at least the gloves are interesting!

** fashionably macabre. or just delicate.

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**postcard

I’m here. I miss you so.
Tonight I’ll dream the
dream I want. You wearing an
Egyptian cat mask me trying to
be the last Andy Warhol
impersonator.We both know this
means something. The sex shop’s
pink add flickering above you. I am
inside. Accept it. Between
your skin and my skin there’s just an
usual silence. illegal
dynamics. emotional boredom.

[intro]

** All my 2011 projects have been influenced in a way or another by Eric Berglund’s works.

ceo is you and you are me and i am ceo.

in eternity.