martes, 16 de diciembre de 2008

domingo, 7 de diciembre de 2008

domingo, 7 de septiembre de 2008

MOUCHOS LEVAN NOITE A WELLINGTON

A AMIZADE NEGRA

STATE OF GRACE

DANIEL JOHNSTON-I Had Lost My Mind 1982






I had lost my mind.
I lost my head for a while was off my rocker outta line, outta wack.
See I had this tiny crack in my head
That slowly split open and my brain snoozed out,
Lyin' on the sidewalk and I didn't even know it.
I had lost my mind.

Why, i was sitting in the basement when I first realized it was gone.
Got I my car rushed right over to the lost and found.
I said "pardon me but I seem to have lost my mind."
She said "Well can you identify it please?"
I said "Why sure its a cute little bugger
About yea big a little warped from the rain"
She said "Well then sir this must be your brain"
I said "Thank you ma'am I'm always losin' that dang thing."

I had lost my mind.

sábado, 30 de agosto de 2008

INNER TOUR II




Feliz aniversario a Miúltimodia.

sábado, 16 de agosto de 2008

sábado, 9 de agosto de 2008

domingo, 3 de agosto de 2008

MADAME TETRALLINI



Así é como se fan os monstros
Madame Tetrallini
cubrindo os teus fillos
co lume de leite,

monstros.

Sae dos peitos
e queda quedo Honk Kong,
hai que irse
cando se derrete o plástico
en Sanxoán,

e os ríos de reloxios

e o aceite

pingado nas rúas
tamén arden en Barcelona,

Madame Tetrallini
desta vez
agochámonos no metro
cheo de noite.



Freaks,Tod Browning 1932

martes, 22 de julio de 2008

CAMISETAS-SAMARRETAS-T-SHIRTS LOS INÚTILES





VELAQUI ESTÁN AS CAMISETAS DE LOS INÚTILES NUNHA TIRADA LIMITADA DE 50, EN DIFERENTES TALLAS, SE VOS INTERESA ALGUNHA CONTACTADE EN avantehermetico@hotmail.es

sábado, 12 de julio de 2008

miércoles, 2 de julio de 2008

SEXPLEASE-INNER TOUR 2008

Velaqui o que será o cartel do próximo concerto de Sexplease en Compostela, a data e a localización todavía son un enigma. Mentres tanto aquí esta proxección gráfica do que alí veremos. Anatomía Imposible, rock and roll raro, SEXPLEASE

Patti Smith - Horses

Patti Smith - Horses

The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway

The boy looked at johnny, johnny wanted to run,
But the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in johnny
The boy disappeared, johnny fell on his knees,
Started crashing his head against the locker,
Started crashing his head against the locker,
Started laughing hysterically

When suddenly johnny gets the feeling hes being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then youre rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi

Life is filled with holes, johnnys laying there, his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, oh, pretty boy,
Cant you show me nothing but surrender ?
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
Taped to his chest theres the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, Im cruisin through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go rimbaud,
Go rimbaud, go rimbaud,
And go johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi

Theres a little place, a place called space
Its a pretty little place, its across the tracks,
Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is the
Twistelettes, twistelettes, twistelettes, twistelettes,
Twistelettes, twistelettes, twistelettes, twistelettes

Baby calm down, better calm down,
In the night, in the eye of the forest
Theres a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
I didnt waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
Up there -- there is a sea
Up there -- there is a sea
Up there -- there is a sea
The seas the possibility
There is no land but the land
(up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea
(up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper but the key
(up there there are several walls of possibilities)
Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.
(up there)
I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor
(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee
(on the screen)
And I looked at johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame
(in the heart of man)
The waves were coming in like arabian stallions
Gradually lapping into sea horses
He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat
(the spoon)
And let it deep in
(the veins)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening in my hand
And I felt the arrows of desire

I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area
(go rimbaud go rimbaud go rimbaud)
And go johnny go and do the watusi,
Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ...
Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes were together twining
Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
And my fingers all entwined through the air,
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,
(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
The hairs were like wires going through my body
I I thats how i
Thats how i
I died
(at that tower of babel they knew what they were after)
(they knew what they were after)
[everything on the current] moved up
I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,
Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
Theres no land but the land

Looked at my hands, and theres a red stream
That went streaming through the sands like fingers,
Like arteries, like fingers
(how much fits between the eyes of a horse? )
He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)
He opened his throat (your eyes)
His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands
The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry,
No one heard (johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,
(his fingers)
Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,
And so he seized the first
(his vocal chords shot up)
(possibility)
(like mad pituitary glands)
It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate
(there is nothing happening at all)
And go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep
Saw this sweet young thing (fender one)
Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter

In the sheets
There was a man
Dancing around
To the simple
Rock & roll
Song

sábado, 21 de junio de 2008

Ψαραντώνη.Psarantonis

Música escura dende a illa de Creta.

miércoles, 4 de junio de 2008

O XOGO

ELEFTHERIA ARVANITAKI-Η ΞΕΝΙΤΙΑ (I XENITIA)

Aqui vai unha aproximación a esta grande canción, recomendovos que tentedes atopar a versión orixinal xa que esta esta en directo e como cortada. Canción tradicional armenia, con arranxos e adaptada por Ara Dinkjian, letra de Lina Nikolakopoulou.
Gracias a Panagiota por descubrirma.


miércoles, 28 de mayo de 2008

domingo, 25 de mayo de 2008

BRUCE DICKINSON, FILMMAKER


Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law

Parece ser que Bruce Dickinson colleu este fin de semana o seu propio avión e voou cara Cannes, o motivo, non encher de sublimes berridos ningunha arena, non, esta vez foi presentar o seu novo filme Chemical Wedding do que é guionista, se esto era pouco, ademais o filme usa a figura de FRATER PERDURABO, si señores e señoras nin mais nin menos que Aleister Crowley. Según parece Bruce sintese atraido pola figura deste prohome dende os 15 anos, e tal vez esto poda explicar o seu polifacetismo (cantante de Iron Maiden, escritor, piloto de avións comercials, actor e espadachín). O filme coelaborado co director Julian Doyle, antiguo creador de videos de Iron Maiden, parece versar sobre o espiritu de Aleister Crowley volvendo á terra neste tempo actual, non a loitar contra os pijos, ou eso creemos. Pois eso boas novas para jevis e outras xentes, pronto nas salas con mellor gusto.

Love is the law, love under will

SEN TITULO

jueves, 22 de mayo de 2008

NOVA ZELANDA IS DIFFERENT

Por suposto, como a maioría dos lugares, polo menos esto é o que puden apreciar nesta a miña pequena viaxe por Nova Zelanda. A pesar de estar alí por dous meses e medio, a gran parte do tempo foi traballando nunha bodega en vendima, co que esto supón, moitas horas de traballo coa consecuente inmersión nesa realidade concreta. Polo tanto non tiven demasiado tempo do que se da en chamar viaxar. Non son persoa que tenta extraer conclusións, pero unha vez estou neste hemisferio de novo, e o meu corpo e ciclo mental están mais ou menos reestablecidos, hai unha palabra que ven a mente cando penso en NZ, esta é a palabra Kitsch. Non sei se é que accidentalmente acabei empuxado por algunha forza ós epicentros do extrano. Foi nestes lugares onde me din conta desa liberdade estética que non foi tan doada de atopar noutros lugares que visitei. Tal vez a palabra Kitsch é demasiado peiorativa, pero a intencion desta historia non é nin a de catalogar nin a de minorizar estéticamente, só poñer en contexto as fotos que podedes ver. Con gran admiración por esta liberdade que modifica. Coma homenaxe a esos sitios, Blenheim, Wellington, Rotorua, Christchurch sirva este post.


Ejaculation Helmet no TE PAPA, Wellington, Museo Nacional de Nova Zelanda, un moi recomendable museo interdisciplinar


No mesmo museo, non na sección de arte moderno. Na placa pon algo así como "batido de collon de coello infectado con rabbit calicivirus" .


Festa de graduación en espacio público en Palmerston North, había canapés


Sorprendeme a cantidade de animais
esmagados na estrada
no bus na noite a Wellington,
e eu só quero durmir.
Preguntome que tipo de animais
son estes irrecoñecibles.
Entón a lebre entra pola esquerda do meu ollo
e metese baixo as rodas.

lunes, 19 de mayo de 2008

SEED, OVERFLOW, DESPAIR bosquexo

PETER ORLOVSKY, FRIST POEM,fragmento

I look out the window and see nobody, I go down to the street,
look up at my window and see nobody.
So I talk to the fire hydrant, asking "Do you have bigger tears
than I do?"


A métrica deste poema non se axusta coa orixinal, supera os límites físicos do blog, o poema orixinal xunto con outros pode atoparse en http://boppin.com/orlovsky.html

domingo, 13 de abril de 2008

HAKA

Unha das cousas interesantes deste tempo en Nova Zelanda.
A enerxia dos ollos ben abertos.


martes, 18 de marzo de 2008

miércoles, 13 de febrero de 2008

martes, 12 de febrero de 2008

AVERAGE-GRANOLLERS

QUE FOI DE THE MARY´S GREEN JUNGLE?

Nin Myspace nin nada, busquei na rede, non hai peixes de información coa etiqueta MARY´S GREEN JUNGLE. Recordo telos visto no que podería ser 1999 na Sala Nasa en Compostela, nunha especie de concurso de bandas novas. Quedeime con que eran de Cangas. O outro día nunha das miñas voltas a Galiza atopei o disco cheiño de pó.
Unha grande ledicia escoitalos de novo, un deses discos que no escoitas só pola música, un deses discos que carrexan a alma por fora. Co inquedante título de SALAD FOR A HAPPY DAY, cinco temas (incluindo unha versión de Madonna (material girl), e unha canción que usa a palabra Whore), conforman un disco moi escoitable e inspirador. Pois iso que foi deles?




martes, 5 de febrero de 2008

GODJ (nave dos tolos)

NEW FRONTIERS

FRANCO BATTIATO.New Frontiers

L'evoluzione sociale non serve al popolo
se non è preceduta da un'evoluzione di pensiero.
The new frontiers
of the nouvelle vague.
Organizza la tua mente in nuove dimensioni,
libera il tuo corpo da ataviche oppressioni.
Organizza la tua mente in nuove dimensioni
libera il tuo corpo da ataviche oppressioni.
The new frontiers
of the nouvelle vague.
Libera la tua immaginazione temporale,
e mandala al potere nel tuo organo sessuale.
Libera la tua immaginazione temporale,
e mandala al potere nel tuo organo sessuale.
Uomini innocenti
dagli istinti un po' bestiali
cercano l'amore dentro i parchi
e lungo i viali.
Le pareti del cervello
non hanno più finestre.

domingo, 20 de enero de 2008

POPEIRA

CURSES, INVOCATIONS. PASEO POR VENICE BEACH

JIM MORRISON-CURSES, INVOCATIONS

Curses, Invocations
Weird bate-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you to rise.
Large buxom obese queens
Garden hogs and cunt veterans
Quaint cabbage saints
Shit hoarders and individualists
Drag strip officials
Tight lipped losers and
Lustfull fuck salesman
My militant dandies
All strange order of monsters
We welcome you to our procession.

Here come the Comedians
Look at them smile
Watch them dance an Indian mile.
Look al them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone.
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks.
Plant them they will grow
Watch them waver so.
I’ll always be a word man
Better than a bird man.

viernes, 11 de enero de 2008

jueves, 10 de enero de 2008

AMIZADE

ALEISTER CROWLEY- At Sea

As night hath stars, more rare than ships
In ocean, faint from pole to pole,
So all the wonder of her lips
Hints her innavigable soul.

Such lights she gives as guide my bark;
But I am swallowed in the swell
Of her heart's ocean, sagely dark,
That holds my heaven and holds my hell.

In her I live, a mote minute
Dancing a moment in the sun:
In her I die, a sterile shoot
Of nightshade in oblivion.

In her my elf dissolves, a grain
Of salt cast careless in the sea;
My passion purifies my pain
To peace past personality.

Love of my life, God grant the years
Confirm the chrism - rose to rood!
Anointing loves, asperging tears
In sanctifying solitude!

Man is so infinitely small
In all these stars, determinate.
Maker and moulder of them all,
Man is so infinitely great!