--------------------------
____
________Anus becoming a character charades to dates. removes the high sky plummeteding from desire
_________________________________________________
call it_ a character? the 'strange story of' ...
Anus is love , my love
Sh'e
s working on a big bad poem about . Something, Fonetic knot fanatic. _Kisses _____BISouUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
____________________________
is that? my face your ass?|
_________________________|
nakid______________ Nak __ID
R you eveUr Nakid. Say its phonehectic. A phone image. want. That word WANT.
And anyhow, Morpheus if you look
has the word
Ant
and in
that
An
&
in that
A
and the A
's called a Morpheme
which means the smallest possible grammatical unit in a phrase or sentence.
now Morpheme
comes Morpheus ________________ some dude god dedicated to Sleep. Call'im a sleep god, or sleeping god.
-------------------- has relations to Morphine obviously.
And anyhow, Morpheus if you look
More|Pheus or this way Mor|E|PhEus
So its More and
Mor
And so on into varied permutations.
Again Lo9ok again what you see is M'Orpheus
Orpheus with a M before the O
dig?
Now what does that mean signify auger wish what doe s it say in the sense, or maybe what does it Hint what does it sex?
_________________________ Well Orpheus died
depending on what story you get in different ways and for different reasons.
one of his late[r] lovers ________albeit after his death was Sappho.
Most people think she was a lesbian. therefore the mother of sapphic poesy. True!
yes
however, she was sided. Meaning? She loved the guys too.
In fact, rumour, or legend, which in poetry is the source, the truth, has it she
Threw herself into the Sea
over a young man who refused her love.
Where did she throw herself ? Into the Sea. Into the Sea
Where in fact Orpheus' headhad come floating to her.
What does it all say. Nothing and everything.
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Is a letter a Life?
in the sense that
the movement of
M from
Orpheus
changes the character 'of things'
Now
Remmber that the word
character
in Elizabethan English
meant
your handwriting.
yes literally.
so the word
is always literal.
in one sense,
in the literal
sense.
Its literal.
So one's character is changed
by moving the M
away
from
O
as Orpheus becoming Orpheus
not
More
Pheus
Pheus. In grreeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk?
Check it out 'poeplle.
I am thy people
so are oyu naked?
Id like to
suck you
r
id
hahah
whats a foam
is a m
with a O
and O
with R
O
as O
'r
Or is gold
so say gold finger
ah! go finger!
yerself
go finger myself
in goes his finger
in that hole
the other one
too
tender
as custard
kissings
its Eye
Its
tucking
thing
------------------ok dada wheres this goin?goin? groin. Orpheus Morpheus Sappho and the sided sexes the decided/indecided /
inwardto the body's come to your range.
________________________ come tell me what real love is . thy vessel. the dirty words you cannot speak. i speak. in my breath between the teeth of the forbidden.
but we'reall, I mea_, theres nothing forbidden now, Dada
Is that right? come to my ear, I shall forbidden show thee robe on robe. forbade.
its code. and the __ wait. she comes shimmer dust to.
You have to speak in poetry, dont you?|
|gotta speak.
|solar speak|
|live with |
|speak|
one con
verses
|
_______________________________
recently I listened to a boring boring
l ng dr'wn out
reading by
some
foets
its what
i call 'm
I fell Sleepin
into my
pin
wishin
youu
wazz
my foam
instistide
all these brrrng
guyzz
reading
keep sayin the same stuffImeen in the same way
iz the same with them Canadianzzzzzzzzzzzztowo
id rather be fuckingwouldnyou?
__________
izknotderefolt. iz it?
idprefer hear you moan
and other undSounDable
Love grunts
forbade by god
and men all dem foets
and
they
world
_____________________
Youd rether beMe.
meyou.
becomin
a freething
betweenheachhotherhips
hauchedstinkoflove
___________
youd rather be sappho
and me d be yousappholyrestringed
inyerbow
yrfuckhip_________________________________
___________________________wldyoutake offf the clothezz? can I chew yr tit? come yr leg. mutton yrchop. cream yrcorn?
yr brainzbe me.
O come me brain.
______________________________________
N'ORphEus who's neither Orpheus nor Morpheus wants to become your ass your cunt your breast yr cock. his ballsor crowded jewls are sacked ofgold for thee. Is that forbid word? calmcome the word raking yr thigh.
_______okay wefuckedallnit.E. 'rivingtofinddecadestodisvoicediscoverd. DiSCoVered this pyshic paste of your body. Can you r ass become mine?
are you bad/
yes shes very good.
goodbadbadgood.
shes he litlte of the lilt of the pussyfucked word.
------------------------------------------------
you
___________________________________
get ridden of ride ride him round your staircasecoachyourdrivers your body's hump.
fuck his brains off. the rail.
love his fuck ass off.
fuck his eye balls off.
her heart pumps dirt to love the .
bEGinIng.
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whats yer name? my name is fuck. yr name is me. i am .,no say it now. ia m fuck. no. youarefuck. lovesuck. O suck! He craweld into the Inside of Her Bones. Then he Lived in there. She had hollow bone places for him to embark on. he was married.he was her hub. she made her bulwark.her husband. they weret deceived by ennnui overlearned laden poeiss. not that it was bad, but boring to their fuckhandholding body.|||||||||||||||||||||||||||| End moralizing Artists. okay its the moveie sex. No CinEmA Amour.||||||||||||||||the great lover cries. she cries. he cries. the snot . the inside out of bodywedded to death. UNgoEs death. Out Out! Death!
-------------------------ive split my cunt for love of you. Surely poetryzzzzzzzzzz gotta be exciting. O apprehrensiion O the sob somber of the dum.b
them deadbeatz.
requiring the old before new.
______________ She married him saying no to shit.
hewas shit. too. Shit two? yes, shittwo and 3. they were million. Not the air. but she was shit two and he 3.
__________________________________I got rid of the 'bad'artist as she was blocing
and capitalists.
_____________________________________________________
Her ass ?
yes, what of it?
he r
ass
was
very deep.
deep purpple
glue blue/
Blogger has its own tv~ My God!
____________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________
because
because its certain she was rong from the start
it took her apart
sheshee she was certain she was I was certain right she right certain was right I certa
|Certain that she was right. Certain right. she was . her face .
right to right. it broke in three vertiginous planes. cracked round the side of her face ~ planes of her face. and her skirt face pleated round the planes. she was right.|
tain was right I certain her curtai her ncurtain was
because she was certain she was I was certain right she right certain was right I certain her curtai her ncurtain was cer __ her curtain her _ behind her curtain her crenille _ crinOline was curtain to her crenille _ between it her right certain was eyes to her hidden smile her eYEs eYEs eyes Yes
this was her
her ankle
her hand
was
the invite
to the
land|in the mud
she came
hr blood
blood
of the
curtain
O
how
she
smile d ~
She
waHe was Light
right
between
he
curtainhere ~
(she lived
around the corner
in the land of rain ~)
KNot inspired byAny _ moved from becomernot bloomers!
and paninkins!
this was her
her ankle
her hand
was
the invite
to the
land|in the mud
she came
hr blood
blood
of the
right
behind
thebehind
curtain
O
how
she
smile d ~
She
waHe was Light
right
between
he
curtainhere ~
(she lived
around the corner
in the land of rain ~)
KNot inspired byAny _ moved from becomernot bloomers!
and paninkins!
___________
O my a ballad there was to ballad Becoming
----------------
the ballad coming go
[ing ing]
arrives leaves train of paint and hand of painter ~ what's it doing in the middle of the Sea?[ing ing]
to fro
go to come its bad
bad-land
(are there particles in the picture?
the flower faced being sitting on the line running to the left corner)
the flower faced being sitting on the line running to the left corner)
strummed on the guitar
here was a ballad becoming gallant
___________________ did the ballad get balled-up myth, legend?
where was the obscure song its painting long the walls of the hidden rue?
is the ballad a trunk disguised memory a body hung by its held
it wa s coming
round the future of its river walk present as seven years painting
invited seven years (for) the poem's time the stanzas the lineshipping forth the swinging violets of its oral rhyme scheme
but the man's feet dangling in the colour of the void
for the image inside the image
its Baababbabababbablllad
ConCEived worked in the seven years of its
(breadth)
(incepted in the twinkling of the mind)
the eyes of her canvas
Ballader ~
so one didnt forget
turning the
tune
twist touring flag shipping league
after league under the water
(Nemo and
...)
(7 years Ulysses get home to Penelope)
paint an ' photo
(fathoms to find )
(pedagogy & joy)
sometime
honey easy
(like love easy
at times the entry)
other time
years in
the
other time
(a hard birth
a lustful wild panting
animal kiss)
seven
day
(let there be light)
( a hand spreading the water) seven
in the years
(of creation
spreading the ocean
paint & brush)
as
in a real
old
mythological
BALLADER
as
in
shld we make?
naturmytiske viser
and there is:
religiøse viser, legendeviser
no this was not our verse
historiske viser
is the painting a thousand years
of history
people climbing over fjords 'n snow?
was this the tale?
ridderviser
story one of love
unrequited
knight of north
south her soft
somnolence
a lover's picture
how do lovers see
troll- og kjempeviser
giants and trolls?
O the painting walked in the meadow_down
of Giants~ Roar their frightful heart-rending Scream!
troll patrolled
troglodyte plundered under earth
peered at the painting from below to Up below
do monsters remonstrate
from the far depth of their strata
how does a troll see picture
skjemteviser
the joker, kidder, jester
mocking all
is this the key?
the key is many
the painting is many
sortie and story its exit
entrance
like hand and finger
she got a dozen arms
she's got a half-dozen hands
busy flapping sketches
paintings her breath panting air
(the painter)
So for
metamorphoses
the guise
of its appearance
(the painting tells of surface ridges hangings wounds colllapsed bridges sleep
waking reverly )
the tale
catches
work
rhythm walk
step leap
its making unmaking
travels over the midnight sun
(travail)
So our ballad basket
finding its design
of the painting
the body
between word and image
surface and strength
of its creation
Time was a
BALLADER
Come to its ballad
coming going to ballad to come tied to its bollard
moored
till launch
to the
Sea
of its
See ~
ing ~
_____________________
This second blog posting (previously there was a ballad coming ) that I''m doing
as I think about (really it's just one of many)
Ballad
as I see and look
at
it
seeing here
there
bits pieces
and what do we have here?
picture on and off for seven years. It seems to me that writing a text which enters the painting's own terms would require not necessarily the same amount of time but that it required a similar tension and attention. So we continue. So one remakes the painting for one self. The question for anyone interested in this type of procedure is how to accomplish it?
We go on because it's not complete ~ yet. the journey continues
the ballad resumes.
-------------------------------
so one didnt forget
turning the
tune
twist touring flag shipping league
after league under the water
(Nemo and
...)
(7 years Ulysses get home to Penelope)
paint an ' photo
(fathoms to find )
(pedagogy & joy)
sometime
honey easy
(like love easy
at times the entry)
other time
years in
the
other time
(a hard birth
a lustful wild panting
animal kiss)
seven
day
(let there be light)
( a hand spreading the water) seven
in the years
(of creation
spreading the ocean
paint & brush)
as
in a real
old
mythological
BALLADER
as
in
shld we make?
naturmytiske viser
and there is:
religiøse viser, legendeviser
no this was not our verse
historiske viser
is the painting a thousand years
of history
people climbing over fjords 'n snow?
was this the tale?
ridderviser
story one of love
unrequited
knight of north
south her soft
somnolence
a lover's picture
how do lovers see
troll- og kjempeviser
giants and trolls?
O the painting walked in the meadow_down
of Giants~ Roar their frightful heart-rending Scream!
troll patrolled
troglodyte plundered under earth
peered at the painting from below to Up below
do monsters remonstrate
from the far depth of their strata
how does a troll see picture
skjemteviser
the joker, kidder, jester
mocking all
is this the key?
the key is many
the painting is many
sortie and story its exit
entrance
like hand and finger
she got a dozen arms
she's got a half-dozen hands
busy flapping sketches
paintings her breath panting air
(the painter)
So for
metamorphoses
the guise
of its appearance
(the painting tells of surface ridges hangings wounds colllapsed bridges sleep
waking reverly )
the tale
catches
work
rhythm walk
step leap
its making unmaking
travels over the midnight sun
(travail)
So our ballad basket
finding its design
of the painting
the body
between word and image
surface and strength
of its creation
Time was a
BALLADER
Come to its ballad
coming going to ballad to come tied to its bollard
moored
till launch
to the
Sea
of its
See ~
ing ~
_____________________
Note
Today's blog is a ongoing text is accompanies
the painting r. antonsen's painting Ballad
___
As a blog experiment this is novel |
How does one create the appropriate response
to a painting that exists
outside of the blog?
A painting exists in one sense in three
dimensions,
yet a painting
also challenges
the notion
of the same
.
Painting is already a type of blog__
but the painting is freer
yet also challengers the painter
to reshape matter
or rather
the shape of the shape of matter, to wit:
its appearance___
20th century painting
returned the flat
surface
to painting
freeing the painter from volume
and other weighty matters
such as perspective & resemblance,
freeing the figure and face
the
anatomy
and the idea of realism
was put aside
for what it was
one way of seeing and not by any means
the only
or most exclusive
view
The eye returned to its body
and the hand as much as
the eye becomes the feeling object.
So then
how does the eye
see
how does a poem
see a painting?
the painting r. antonsen's painting Ballad
___
As a blog experiment this is novel |
How does one create the appropriate response
to a painting that exists
outside of the blog?
A painting exists in one sense in three
dimensions,
yet a painting
also challenges
the notion
of the same
.
Painting is already a type of blog__
but the painting is freer
yet also challengers the painter
to reshape matter
or rather
the shape of the shape of matter, to wit:
its appearance___
20th century painting
returned the flat
surface
to painting
freeing the painter from volume
and other weighty matters
such as perspective & resemblance,
freeing the figure and face
the
anatomy
and the idea of realism
was put aside
for what it was
one way of seeing and not by any means
the only
or most exclusive
view
The eye returned to its body
and the hand as much as
the eye becomes the feeling object.
So then
how does the eye
see
how does a poem
see a painting?
as I think about (really it's just one of many)
Ballad
as I see and look
at
it
seeing here
there
bits pieces
and what do we have here?
picture on and off for seven years. It seems to me that writing a text which enters the painting's own terms would require not necessarily the same amount of time but that it required a similar tension and attention. So we continue. So one remakes the painting for one self. The question for anyone interested in this type of procedure is how to accomplish it?
We go on because it's not complete ~ yet. the journey continues
the ballad resumes.
-------------------------------
O sweet pervsion
(intermittent) intermingling
O sweet perversion...your smell is intoxicating
filling the air around her/e
sneaking and leaking
into every orifice
O sweet perversion...
come to your senses
probe the basement
something is hidden
in the hallowed smog
Nikki Dahlke
O sweet perversion...
flushed and blushing
she whispers in your ear
secrets of this and their
how hard and where
with each idea
and every word
he spreads her open deeper (n) wider
until from her lips trickle...
"O sweet perversion"
clattered inside
______________________________________________________
__________________________________________
vertiable--- Veritable
UYou mean vertiable--- VeritableVerITabLE not ________________________________ verertiable--
its very puply to coin such errors.
it opened the date.
or the gate. and kept passing the unkempt murmur of your thought.
it opened the date.
or the gate. and kept passing the unkempt murmur of your thought.
okay ok okie dokie
How does it happen
between
yr chin and chair
ok. between this i'd imagine that mouth of yours.
yes, yes, you do too. and its around.
honey the honey. O the and then you.(kiss you inside there, its your mouthhoot!
O you. . how big do you take it?
gogagog and pulled mushed right up against you . so much.
ive melted ribs into. cages . and the word. its that.
(big enough for lust's baloon Loom)
(big enough for lust's baloon Loom)
yes. ok. okie dokie.
(once inside
you're singing
singed
hotted
love's batterhotted
squirm churn)
(then its hmmmm
and
ahahahimmm more than come im hum
) rumdrum boombamummmmmhhhuh!
(its
gotten
bigger
inside handmouth)
like I do
and
and
....
)
call display
A pyrrhic lyre between eyes that peek
what she whispered over the hull of the ship
was that?
a dart plucked your heart your eyes c
children aloft between the middles of her embraces
braces she holds the middle card something like that first lover of day dog and night bodies wrapped around it's versing and prosing says she of being broke as hold you hail comedy up
goes mending
close to the forest
You
write
Orpheus
this is yer death
write
Orpheus
this is yer death
you've become
this character
too much
death's your dying day
this character
too much
death's your dying day
like some long lost movie
soda pop drink in all the Americas of your soul
you are American and white and
bending down near the river boat
Oh come on now it's not that hard
to find
language squeezed between the pins
she says holding my arm
faraway she holds it
touches it
from the distance of
dashing
I say a Princess?
not some squeezed down
boat in your soul
of America
which is what you anywhere
what you were
what you are
trembling
veils
sacks
forests
Canada?
What is Canada?
but the forests' blur
it's America's other brother
in her damp down ways
.
doesn't matter Rimbaud
no one' ll read this
ghost of the cold
snapped back by the pages of cold and intent
the internaut of love
the nautical of image trying
burst the broken pane of window
be a sinner
you are American
.
It's a radio space ship calling you back
calling you back sweetie
darling you know these words
are your lips
eyes speaking across time
some pediment of flesh?
is that it darling dagger of
your feisted off body that
marks off a trail
then radios in
come take me now
you foolish boy
all these waxes yes or no
make the thimble weak
radio stereo car of
that abomindable word
the love clap
the love clasp
you know it
and I know it too
see it doesn't break
the secret that is your name
Dado Miodrag Djuric
'Il est connu que le latin obscenus est un mot de la langue des augures : il désigne le mauvais signe, le présage fâcheux. Ce peut être un vol d’oiseaux, des entrailles de poulet, quelque événement insolite, qui se passe du mauvais côté. Encore faut-il s’entendre sur le mauvais côté : ce qui vient du côté gauche (sinister) peut être favorable ou défavorable selon que l’on regarde le sud ou le nord. De quel côté regarder ? Le rituel en décide. Les Étrusques regardaient le sud, les Grecs le nord. De toute manière, est de bon augure ce qui vient de l’est. Le côté de la nuit est fâcheux : obscenus dira-t-on.'
texte de Jean-Toussaint Desanti sur Dado
(see link )
texte de Jean-Toussaint Desanti sur Dado
(see link )
Dado expose ses tableaux et sculptures à Paris dans un espace choisit spécialement par Sébastien Nahon. Jorge Amat avec l'aide de la chef opératrice Élisabeth Prouvot ont filmé cet
évènement pour en garder une trace.
"Une enfance sans valeur exemplaire en Yougoslavie à Cetinje, petite ville du Monténégro. Escapades de gamin dans les collines arides couvertes de romarin, peuplées de chèvres sauvages. Une famille, somme toute banale : un oncle peintre, un autre médecin, une tante Julie, son fils disparu pendant la résistance ; une mère ambitieuse et sévère, un père qui l’est moins. Des souvenirs historiques hantent les mémoires antiques et lui parviennent aux oreilles : ce sont des massacres raffinés subis ou perpétrés (bien avant sa naissance) sous l’occupation turque. La guerre dont on parle et qu’il rencontre au détour d’un chemin sous l’apparence de trois chevaux éventrés pourrissant au soleil. La mort, en image d’Epinal, qui fait rêver : le masque mortuaire d’un cruel et puissant pacha assassiné par les valeureux Monténégrins et conservé sous verre dans un magnifique château. Des impressions fortement reçues, imprimées par hasard, qui plus tard deviendront images obsessionnelles.."
see the link below
Alice Bellony-Rewald _1973
for more of this essay___see the link below
Dado expose à Paris filmé par Jorge Amat
envoyé par jorgeamat. -
More Dado Miodrag Djuric works found at the website ___
here
One can also see that the French philosopher Gilles Deleuze (in 1994 the year before his death) wrote a letter to Miodrag Djuric expressing his admiration for the artist's work.
"J’ai été très heureux quand notre ami commun Gilles Degois m’a apporté le livre . Je n’ai pas cessé de le regarder (mon état de santé me force maintenant à passer par le livre, par la reproduction, mais dans votre cas c’est une telle réussite).
Votre peinture est puissante. Une écriture où la matière est l’homme. Il y a un rapport qui n’appartient qu’à vous, entre les formes-matières ou l’homme-animal, l’invertébré, et les fonds-couleurs qui donnent les pouvoirs de transparence ou de réflexion. Beauté des couleurs.
L’ensemble de votre œuvre telle qu’elle apparaît dans le livre est saisissante. Et il arrive que chez un grand peintre, un tableau qui n’est pas nécessairement le plus parfait induise pour tel ou tel spectateur un rapport personnel et secret qui l’ouvre sur l’ensemble de l’œuvre : ainsi pour moi, la Crucifixion de 1955. Vous avez inventé un style qui me touche intensément. Croyez à mon admiration très profonde. "
Gilles Deleuze
La Crucifixion, 1955, huile sur toile 50 × 40 cm.
Gilles Deleuze a envoyé cette lettre à Dado en 1994
Il s’agit de la monographie d’Alain Bosquet
Dado, un univers sans repos (Paris, La Différence, 1991)
Il s’agit de la monographie d’Alain Bosquet
Dado, un univers sans repos (Paris, La Différence, 1991)
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