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)

©Livia Lazar

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

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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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©Livia Lazar

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

©Livia Lazar

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

©Livia Lazar

Dear Mine,

Sincerely Yours,

©Livia Lazar

/*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/

©Livia Lazar

or:

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***and a very beautiful song

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!

Jamais Cascio