MAx Ernest

http://www.exposicionesmapfrearte.com/maxernst/

http://books.google.com/books?id=ZO_8Q8ctozEC&dq=semaine+de+bonte&printsec=frontcover&source=bl&ots=5j-RsMI-NH&sig=chL-hMrfS9XHfsf5JizpN0jCqik&hl=en&ei=wRHESf_oMJLQsAPY5IXhBg&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=5&ct=result#PPA1,M1

dear to *
and

fresh baguette.

my cat do not like
when,

i touch, but.
quite like it, number2 says.

just a click away!

Here you can download a pdf of the new Finger Forest Zine   (june09)

(link at the bottom of the page)

how to use your fingers to entertain others

Create a crawling crab with light and your hands.

The Old Moon in the new moon's armour

The terminator is the line which divides light from dark, day from night, on the moon. It is a line which runs thick with ink, cut without the sentient blur of atmosphere; the cooling slime of aqueous humour.

Semina Culture

http://www.writing.upenn.edu/library/images/semina/index.html

http://www.nyu.edu/greyart/exhibits/semina/semina.html

how to perform an image?

'I changed into dinner clothes in the confines of the gently rocking compartment.'

-----------------------------------

closing time

the lights are out and the alarm is set, there is one thing you have forgotten - closing marylin's eyes. you rush back into the room.

http://www.yrellagekil.blogspot.com/

Eliane Radigue

check out the music of Eliane Radigue 

Triumph 

must remain purely 

an act of imagination.

i seem to be a verb...

Buckminster Fuller had one of the most fascinating and original minds of his century. He was one of our world’s first futurists and global thinkers. His universal vision saw our planet as "Spaceship Earth'. As "Spaceship Earth' spirals into a future of radiant possibility, we find ourselves merging with the dreams...

sky belongs to pilots

back to Renaissance, Mannerist and Baroque landscapes

Etienne Dupérac's bird's-eye plan view of the gardens at Villa d'Este, Tivoli

blue-green algae

The first organism which appeared on Earth's surface was a kind of plant. Blue-green algae used sunlight and water to make food, and in the process, created oxygen. That's what all plants do: they make their own food out of nothing and the waste they produce is oxygen! It makes it possible for all other types of organisms to develop. Plants play the most important part in the cycle of nature. Without plants, there could be no life on Earth, nor on Mars... 

pls download you free PDf of Finger Forest zine issue2 (link at the bottom of sendspace page)

http://www.sendspace.com/file/h7yisp

art & compromise

language is a form of compromise

working with experienced artists 

no excuse is offered 

When you are dealing with language, there is no edge that the picture drops over or drops off. You are dealing with something completely infinite. Language, because it is the most non-objective thing we have ever developed in this world, never stops. Lawrence Weiner

extra breath

Image taken by the 'Mars Explorer'

How to perform colonization?

Colonization of Mars to be exact.

Not that it's а terribly important 

nor an urgent question...

of course not.

not yet.

not enough .

For one to drop all usual thoughts 

about bread and butter 

and stuff.

But surely somebody will have to do it

sooner or later..

 -single-handedly ?

-hope not.

Brighton Rococo (Pierroting)

Vertinsky bathed his verses in images of palm trees, tropical birds, foreign ports, plush lobbies, ceiling fans, and "daybreak on the pink-tinted sea" — precisely those things which the war-time audience craved for.

mooning about at the end of the pier

in a double cream shell suit, with fingers of sweet rock, 

The beginning of the end for Rococo came in the early 1760s as figures like Voltaire and Jacques-François Blondel began to voice their criticism of the superficiality and degeneracy of the art. Blondel decried the "ridiculous jumble of shells, dragons, reeds, palm-trees and plants" in contemporary interiors

Pierrot is a stock character of mime and Commedia dell'Arte, a French variant of the Italian Pedrolino. His character is that of the sad clown, pining for love ofColumbine, who inevitably breaks his heart and leaves him for Harlequin. He is usually depicted wearing a loose, white tunic. The noticeable feature of Pierrot's behaviour is his naïveté, he is seen as a fool, always the butt of pranks, yet nonetheless trusting. Pierrot is also portrayed as moonstruck, distant and oblivious to reality.

One may be said to be Pierroting if one is behaving like Pierrot.

Spelled "Pjerrot", the character is a fixture at Bakken, the world's oldest amusement park in Denmark. According to Bakken publicity, the character is more than 4,000 years old, and originated in Turkey (known as Asia Minor). It is also claimed that in ancient times, the broad red mouth of the character was created by physically cutting the mouth to make it larger.

The 20th century Russian cabaret singer Alexander Vertinsky was famous for his portrayal of Pierrot, for which he wore a black costume and powdered his face.

 

come along to Rosy's tea tmr (Wed the 22th) to make a new issue of Finger Forest Zine. 18.00!

please answer this question in comments

If time travel would be possible and you have only one journey back in the past - WHERE WOULD YOU GO?

For Violet

all those 

over again

the old & new stocks

tar & feather

a carnation

the shape of a bird,

a casselman who sinned exhausted.

blow
blow

my memory
blow my atmosphere

one of a
magic

formula.

Nottingham Contemporary - Imagined Interior

www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgbAhji7vt4&feature=channel

Ivan Vladimirovich Michurin

'We cannot wait for favors from Nature. To take them from it -- that is our task' 

Michurin (1855–1935), was one of the founding fathers of scientific agricultural selection. He worked on hybridization of plants of similar and different origins. Michurin’s method of crossing of geographically distant plants would be widely used by other selectionists. The Council of People's Commissars recognized Michurin's "fruit garden" as an institution of state importance. In 1928, the Soviets established a selectionist genetic station on the basis of Michurin's garden, which would be re-organized into the Michurin Central Genetic Laboratory in 1934.

long

and
long.
time. time. time.ti-i.i.i.mme.e.
no see.

long, long ago.
i remember
fresh baguette and *.
occasionally and suddenly.

dangerous

attack
gill
and
eyes.

My Latest Painting - Pugs in Space!

when in town

i notice sometimes

grand shadows in the windows

of the upper floors...

Gods keep watching me?

i had a mobile phone

sound again 

and comic ghost.

this beautiful guest

illusion of voices

and the yearling light

wandering

through different rooms;

gathering stateliness

as if to say

i can do it

but only at your expense

Martian Gardener's catalogue

Betula Alienus* is known for it’s shimmering beauty

* (lat) Alien Silver Birch

fish sticks

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMiyhEtuDaY&feature=related

//////.\\\\\\\

no hat is mad hat. 

another zine

http://www.mixtapezine.bigcartel.com/

Today Light

Today 

open

today

fresh

baguette 

wandering

through rooms

wandering 

with warm hands 

and cool gifts 

glow

today light

a small poem 

thanks.

69/125

swaped few our zines @ zineswap tonight.
Liked this one
http://www.bridgethevoid.blogspot.com/
(for drawings)

Fuck Spring

i wandered lonely as a cunt

picked a few 

daffodils 

then went

home

better place than home?!

how to make a flower
and hide inside it?

A place of fragile beauty
full of sweet honey and scent,

+ little Thumbelina perhaps,
(if you're lucky),
for a company, chat and tabletop games...

Altermodern Review

Altermodern is Peter Coffin - who gets it right by dimming the lights, in what appears to be a normal Tate Britain room, creating a comic sense of trespass in an old institution - casting an eerie florescent glow over an old painting of heads, or leaving a Victorian painting in the half dark. Genuine gasps of surprise attend his installation. This is the only work which strikes an experiential balance between old and new - which engages interestingly with its environment, without sticking its fingers in its ears and shouting. Bourriard speaks of Altermodernism as a re-engagement with history, and Tate B is full of it... 

A Poem for the Underground

Your face in my armpit

My pit's in your face:

Fuck this,

Next time i'm walking.

future in the past

these are pictures from the past of what the future was imagined to be going to be.

{

She wore her mother's ring, a braid of cotton thread around one wrist, old skirts from second-hand shops which she never washed. The wool was coarse. The linings sometimes fell apart. In the pockets she found old dry-cleaning tickets and the glowing remains of watches touched with radium. She swung her feet sitting on the bus. She swung her arms when she walked. Her scarf was the colour of lake water in winter, and then it was the colour of a bird flying, each feather a thin, brilliant knife. She was rarely late. She carried ginger biscuits with her. She went everywhere in her coat and hat. The weather cooperated. The trains ran on time. All in all the basket she made of her life held water fine.

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Inspiration Park

+12 school boys 

- 12 yellow petals

few paper boats in the pond

tout le monde

 

old poem

on the ghostly imagination of age winding

cotton vignettes

round worm index

creeping with the tallow

to turn in alone

the cliche

is the creaking

of an absent sound

step then

hearth or cold breath

to detail an eye or splinter

of a face which may appear

flickering in the dark

a milk sweet shard

spooned from the black yolk

as from behind the projector

comic gloom spreads

its lacking and effort

a mantle of fleeting erections

slipping fecal prediction

into diseased hands

Sorty

we came through the light tunnel back into the forest. camouflaged in colours and twigs, the sounds of twigs snapping melding with the rain and wind. creeping low we made our story. the enemy squished his heels in deep and we spoke in their tread. wheels of light filling the holes, pinning leaves to our green faces, we were barking. a bird guided us into a cave and showed us a shot of quartz. dunked in a pint of blood we sucked it for images. it grew into tongues too long through for the throat. we tried to swallow but it got lodged. we nearly suffocated, and with the effort came a song, not unlike the bird at first, but growing worse. we went deeper in, armed with scales. the light threw animals round the cave; mechanisms. in the centre is where the imagination of the surface is reformed. we found the computer glowing blue, a pool. letters twitched over the screen. we drank, dipping our hands in a praying dive. there is no gravity in the cave, liquid pools in jelly forms and can be bitten like an apple, or fully opened eyes. she stood before us in white with transparency. a figure from an album - all cliches combined - a cradle, long hair, large eyes, hips dancing. her head hovered an inch above our shoulders. it drifted towards us and kissed each one. the body made gestures, throwing shadows on the walls, angering the animals. the cave begins to melt like skin streaming off bone. the forest appears around us again. now we had eyes and hearts, voices with tongues and a story to tell. each insisted on a different song. some held the head was carried on a string, others by a skunk, still more by a crocodile, only visible from one perspective. each insisted on their own truth for fear of being suckled back into the cave. in this way language was born.

Three Ideas

Give everyone in the room a tree-like piece of broccoli. Each stands holding the broccoli upright. A miniature forest appears. each arm becomes a root, each head a moon, body the land, and speech the sea. Speech is altered. Many resort to medieval inflection - thee and thy.

Break into your own house. Steal your most valuable possessions and sell them. Use the money to replace the window or door you kicked in. Tell the story as often as possible.

I would like to commission a giant pint shaped glass - a glass for goliath - as a public sculpture. The glass has the volume for a years worth of blood. It is sighted outside in a town centre. The glass is strengthened so it cannot be smashed. During the year, it fills with rainwater. It becomes a lens and latent fountain. Birds drink from it. In another part of the city there is an equivalent sized wine-shaped glass. 

Paradise Moon

How do people meet after all? Some travel from one ear to the other, across an entire planet, against time, through customs - to find themselves in the same house, exactly a year later, to write a book. mutual friend. i think of it. water finds a path through rock - a path through fault lines, which is faultless. 

The Martian Garden (1)

It's a plan of the garden or the design of a park, but also a herbarium. A herbarium of propositional plants carefully preserver between the pages of volumes of my memories. Volume 1 - childhood... which plant is remembered and why? Which will i take with me from the past to the future? 

A Christmas tree, you've said?! No, we always had an artificial tree. I wonder how many trees were saved during all those years? One tree a year, adds up to a little copse through out a years. A copse of saved Christmas trees! Let it grow here in the north. It the middle of the wood I'll arrange a little glade with bench under a silver birch - a small memento of my first kiss. The birch and bench were on the hill overlooking a small lake (let's make it a pond) all in white. It winter the snow made fluffy pillows on the pine trees, but the brunches of the silver birch stay almost bare, with the bright winter stars shining through the dark net of branches. It was winter back then: shimmering snow, glimmering stars, me and the boy kissing under the silver birch...

Further into the plan and years ago would be a row of three trees opposite the front door of a wooden house. My grandfather planted a tree to celebrate the birth of each child. The oldest was maple , then the bird cherry in the middle, and a poplar the youngest tree for my father. The trees did well, all three of them.

Under the windows of my parent's flat a few bird cherries also grew. they blossomed beautifully in the spring and birds enjoyed their berries until winter. lots of birds, they sang, my mum fed them, and our cat desperately made futile hunting poses in endless anticipation...

I have to say sorry for a few trees, which were chopped down, not by me exactly, but I did not mind very much. Three huge cypress trees - all vastly overgrown for our tiny garden, sucking all the goodness, from the soil and stopping everything else from growing despite all my efforts. They had to go, the authorities agreed and claimed that they might also be dangerous. Anyway, the tree cypress trees will be so much happier not being squeezed between the garden shed and the parking lot - but in the wild near the road and the field. Here. I'll plant more then just three - to say I'm really sorry...

sweet potato
one,

sweet potato, grilled.

one,
one,

The Keeper

this beak of bitten light

spots the transient gesture

opening palms 

to the shrapnel 

stars 

the eyes of this 

terrific night.

hand out island

filled with 

little silver

nib-confetti

discounted to x ray

moonlighting for chain mail

heart shaped as spades edge

to scratch out an iconic maze

a cutters line 

for digging chests  

heaving with lace & 

lumber

mechanical trunks 

twisted into the 

curtained spectre

up the steps & 

over board

to sink into a counter erasure.

good bye

1.good bye good bye go-od bye -
my name/ i love you/ ok-fine/ that's ok.

this is love story
and
romance

2.good bye good bye go-0d bye-
hungry/go go/ delicious/eat together/

this is good food restaurant guide

3.good bye good bye go-od bye-
flower/ring/jewelery/expensive buy me/

this is
who do sexually immoral relationship with
teenaged girls

4.good bye good bye go-od bye
chi-ki/ chaka/ chicha ka/ chichaka good bye-

end:good bye.

gardener's prayer

Moist to all,

Sunshine, mild weather conditions 

and friendly insects to those 

who are blooming. 

Keep growing &

green it up.

amen

strap line

FINGER FOREST - we use our fingers and (other) recycled materials only.

by Kata Pillar*

*Katya

how to check if the soil is ready?

Take a handful of soil 

and make it into a ball

lift it up, up, up 

and a bit higher

and then let it fall...

HOW TO ATTRACT THE WORMS 

AND SET THEM WORKING???

1,
fresh baguette,
gave to number2 a
very

very
white
and pure, but not fresh teeth,

2,
*
gave to number2
a
dark
one.

New Song

i put up a new song, called 'custard probe', at:

www.myspace.com/paroxetinedream

let me

sing

let me dance
let me show you ,

let me, let me

number 2

mummer mummer mummer.

11:59

good morning
and

soon,
good afternoon.




good night
and

soon,
good morning.

song idea

everyone knows

which way to go

when it's bedtime at

the sanctuary

no one bows 

for the end of the show

when it's bedtime at

the sanctuary...

* and fresh baguette

* and fresh baguette

yes,
hello

morning 7 am,
window
and
dolls

eight dolls
dresses
standing altogether,
7 dolls standing back
one staring at * and baguette.

hello,
7:03am.

finger forest

walk
calm
and, walk
quikly.

qucik quick and then tempo,

try to slow down,
yes number2 try to take
,a,

deep
deep
breathe.
one and
, two, and then number2 again.
and then turn to the right side,
not really a right side
a

bit

behind.
check
and certain,
yes there is,

fresh baguette and
*,

hello, and then dry dry smile comes with.
hello again.

11o'clock

38mins

49mins

54mins

58mins
59mins
and 59mins and 48sec
and 58sec and

1sec left,
and 11o'clock

and, again, three times of dream and three times of nightmare.
and again,
11o'clock.

wake up charlotte

a letter to my friends

dear,
*
and
fresh baguette.

at, -thirty second of february.

at eleven o'clock in the morning, and just past 13mins as
well.

very fresh and
not really foggy whether,
in here and there.

but the fresh and
quite a bit good whether makes
number2 a
bit

difficult to
breathe.

but, however, try to.
to breathe
and breathe. and
one more breathe.
hope today. and tomorrow. and the next day. and yesterday.

-thirty second of february.

-thirty second of february.

when i just woke up,
of course. number2 when. number2 woke up,
just suddenly the
time

just,

and was -thirty second of february.yes, do not know how long did number2 fall
asleep,
and why number2 woke up that date
nobody knows
even,
number2 could not, cannot. realise.
what.
was
happening.

in one day

in one day

your blood travels

12,000 miles:

to the moon and back  

in 40 days

Scots pine

The name 'pine', 

from the Latin pinus.

The common name is 'fir', 

it comes from Anglo-Saxon fyre.

Russian name is 'sosna'.

 

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