he's quite a character

I have never created a character before. Except for perhaps myself. My own personal tribute, my greatest living artwork. My Home, my Mona lisa.

I was deeply disappointed by the lack of both critical and public response

City Spin

I've been thinking about cities. Vast hulking swarming hives city hives. City Spin. City Hive. Bee hive. Behave. Cities grow and grow , rarely falling except with a distinct lack of grace.  Towering, sprawling... and all those other commonly attributed cliches used over one thousand times by over one thousand people in just one day in just one city.  The boundaries drawn around them are futile. Nations. Nations are constructs. Constructed and deconstructed. Nations come and go, rise and fall, empire build, empire fall, monkey see, monkey do. But Cities last. Cities are real, cities are solid, solid brick, solid gold, solid yellow brick road. Blackened though, blackened and sucking of life from the rurality around it, a huge oily carbuncle on soft white skin. Cities are disgusting, not great but disgusting, indeed greatly disgusting. Not gold at all, apart form that it to say black gold. the black gold that runs through the cities streets like veins of a gargantuan pulsating parasite of a carbuncle spewing forth is bilge and guff. All that comes from cities is guff. the art, the literature, the people, the frappucino. The frappucino of a city is a huge stinking pile of unpalatable guff, spewed forth by an oily carbuncle of a parasite as it pulses and drains its life from the land below it. And I'll make mine a grande, with a baby mochachino side.

days like these

days like these leave me feeling blue. days after, days like these.

i wonder if steven "third" reich has days like these

or if its all happy clapping for him as well. 

just the two of us

Just the two of us - we can make it if we try .

hipsters and capitalism that is

a haw haw haw

its a bit like julias theme

Values less than 1

Social political and moral values are entirely subjective. When a group of patients from an Icelandic mental hospital go to dine at a fine restaurants, they are right to end their meal with a set of fine cigars, a cognac and a cheque to the waiter saying. "We are mental patients from Klepp, please kindly call the police and have us returned". Many people have explored these concepts and tried to redefine these boundaries shape and shift them, push and pull them to contort the values towards their own world view. In truth it doesn't really matter , its just about BIG DADDY, getting hegemonic on yo ass.

Pollination and collaboration

TVTVTVTVTVTV is proud to introduce myredhotcar a blogger that has previously been in Whatwouldthecaptiando together with this here writer. . He blogs about making and build and making and building. you should probably look yourself rather than taking my word for it .Learn how to build a synth, or wobble the step of the dub with the light.

SONGS>>>>>>
He is an important collaborator and from collaboration comes songs with pollination that avoid sound like ducks fed to right said bread

By design, we are failing

It was only a matter of time before this happened. That is to say time doesn't really matter, so it wasn't so much a matter as in an issue as of no matter at all. Time and matter being separate constraints you see. Or perhaps not, I forget.

But the point in had, or rather the rule is that there is only so much that can occur before it leads to excessive self indulgence, infact perhaps everything that occurs is always by its nature indulgent, or it would not have occurred in the first place. And this leads us to a discussion of the performance as communication , rather than introspection. Of a duality between commutator and the recipient of the communication, accurately or otherwise. Like all communication it requires a bare minimum of two persons to exist. not one, but two, or more perhaps, more often infact. Therefore if the performance is an introspective one, it fails to communicate it fails to exist.  and therefore wasn't a performance in the first place.

by design we are failing.