Although the assembly of the shots is responsible for the structure of the film, it does not, as is generally assumed, create its rhythm; the distinct time running through the shots makes the rhythm of the picture, and the rhythm is determined not by the length of edited pieces, but by the pressure of the time that runs through them. The pieces that won’t edit, that can’t be properly joined, are those which record a radically different kind of time.

- Tarkovsky

More weird dreams

Been almost arrested for murdering 23 people (were they really 23?) by supposedly giving them cookie that made them suicidal. The cops must have been fucking high themselves.

Then adopted miscarriage that was alive and so small, found in the dustbin. Whoever she or he was, beautiful is the right word. Some man in the weird house wanted it, didn´t give it to him, didn´t have money for food myself, so I went outside with some friends and thought about how to get money for babyfood. Put the dustbin (yes, been carrying you there all the time) to the wall when searching for right bus on the bus stop, turned back, it wasn´t there, just saw the seconds before.

Woke up.

Slow Club - Let´s Fall Back In Love

Warren Ellis recommended, Ales Kot downloaded, listened, loved.

Two vocals, beautiful, happy, nonpretentious music that makes you want to give the pure pleasure and happiness kisses to everyone around you.



http://www.edisk.cz/stahni/88489/Slow_Club-Lets_Fall_Back_In_Love-_EP_-2008-SPEEDYGONZALES.rar_20.12MB.html

Haw.

Codex Seraphinianus

The Codex Seraphinianus is a book written and illustrated by the Italian architect and industrial designer Luigi Serafini during thirty months, from 1976 to 1978.[1] The book is approximately 360 pages long (depending on edition), and appears to be a visual encyclopedia of an unknown world, written in one of its languages, a thus-far uneciphered alphabetic writing.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Codex_Seraphinianus

http://rapidshare.com/files/140553092/Codex.Seraphinius.1983.zip.html

Apocalypse meow.

Have to make this note. Hardcore dreams again, this time coded in czech, not enough free time to translate right now.

moje dnesni byla v praze,
zase vzdaleny vybuch atomovky tusim, tentokrat nevideny, ale pak prisla potopa,
dalsi obvykly motiv, stal jsem na karlove moste a snazil se dostat nekam pryc, citil jsem trochu strach, zvlastni survival pocit, strach ze smrti nemam, spis z bolesti pri umirani tusim, nechci umirat v nejake velke bolesti, spis jako by usinat. cele mesto zalevala voda jako kdyby nad nim stalo male dite s konvici a lilo ji na jedno misto nekde primo dovnitr strev mesta a to zvracelo lidi kteri jako mravenci pobihali okolo a topili se a hledali jistotu v tech podivnych krabicich ktere taky zalevala voda a zadna jistota krome te ze casem bude az v jejich plicich a plicich jejich deti a synu a matek a milencu a muzu a domacich zvirat vsichni jako zvirata ktera jsou hledali ukryt ve vodou zalevanem meste plnem sedych zvratku ze zanicenych ledvin.


pavouky jsem nevidel



I find it quite funny nowadays, people thinking about apocalypse only in bad terms. In fact, all the thinking about it in bad terms, man experienced enough (orly?) can´t do anything but wonder how beautiful the impact might be.

And yes, I think that London will be the place where atom bomb will explode in 2012, and I think that it will be the big fucking ON-sign for human beings everywhere. Almost anyone has at least one human being´s fond of there. I can almost feel the tears.

OR THEEZE?

http://www.gooctopusink.com/SOSORIFIC/swayze.jpg

http://www.the-prism.ch/

WANTLIST

Notes to self:

- Make yrself a tee. ´Schrodinger´s Cat Is Dead´ sounds more than vaguely interesting.
I do not like wearing white t-shirts too much, but this print is fucking orgastic.

http://www.threadless.com/product/1373/True_Love_Will_Find_You_In_The_End

The title too. Those who are familiar with me, start weeping now.

And this. I am so having this. Peanut butter, motherfuckers.

http://tcritic.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/qnpbt5srrcl6mr6gd6vnquoc_400.jpg

- Buy some fucking pants. Punkass style, good, having one good trousers, good too. CARHARTT DENVER ROCKIN MEDIUM in rinsed black should do the trick.

- Buy one pair of Converse.

- Buy two pairs. One long, one short.

- Take LSD at least once before you go.

- Definitely fucking go.

- Meet Matko more. Or not more, but meet him still, he´s great.

- Buy weird books on Amazon. The grimoires and stuff. R.A. Wilson, too. Some Crowley. Those misinformation books. And so. You know where to find it.

- Buy the mp3 player.

- And seriously, pay the fucking bills, write, live, laugh and make out with nice, warm cuddly people. Then fuck off to India and stop bothering about paying any fucking bills at all.

I love you.

Kurt Vonnegut - Breakfast of Champions

What is the purpose of life?

To be
the eyes
and ears
and conscience
of the Creator of the Universe,
you fool.

Dik Myko

Dostal jsem tip na ted.com ,
skvele memy.

Nezkomercionalizovany ekvivalent youtube, predavajici co nejkvalitnejsi informace.


Jill Bolte Taylor got a research opportunity few brain scientists would wish for: She had a massive stroke, and watched as her brain functions -- motion, speech, self-awareness –- shut down one by one. An astonishing story.


http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/jill_bolte_taylor_s_powerful_stroke_of_insight.html

hurrrrr hurrrrr hurrrr

Ten line-up. Ten line-up. Ahhhhhhh.

Anyway

The giant spiders have come to haunt me again in my sleep.
The dreams of apocalypse, giant atomic mushrooms, cult members trying to get me.
Lovecraft´s short story called ´Hypnos´ is excellent.
Reading Hunter S. Thompson´s biography. Will have it done today, bought it yesterday.
Virginia Woolf is harder to read.
I suppose I have cancer. My testicular tumor is called ´The Turd´.
I feel a story coming.

Cats are running here. One of them is called ´Old Murder´, because she is old and she has this murdering look. I have not seen her yet, she lives behind the cupboard.

Got terribly drunk on saturday evening. Wallet with all money I got left was stolen. It was a lot of money. Puked on Prague and Prague has won. Have bruises. Sore throat.

My great writing career has to start. Need and want and want to get to India asap.

David Lynch - Problem Solver

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OeNRl4glyqo

BIG FUCKING LOL

David Lynch forever :)

Deathsucker Rec.

http://rapidshare.com/files/67254694/DJ_C-Sonic_Weapons_EP-_DSR23_-Vinyl-2007-DEF.www.gabber.od.ua.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/104734809/Eustachian_and_The_Teknoist-Drunk_Drunken_Drunkard-_DR28_-Vinyl-2008-DEF.www.gabber.od.ua.rar

Fucking dreams

Shiteyes. Ahhhhaaahhhhh. Fuck.
Have enough money problems to not need some fucking dreams about nuclear explosions. Travelling somewhere around Slovakia, probably Presov or Nitra or wherever I was (wasn´t Bratislava for sure, I know that place very well for that) i just told her to get down after watching it explode while we were in the bus. So we got down and I told her not to look at it and so and then we walked outside. Suppose I could get this into ´The Turd´ somehow. Maybe going to watch ´Threads´ today. I don´t think I even fear this fucking thing but something in it makes my bowels go all the wrong ways.

And awoke fucking horrible today, I sense some general family fuckup incoming, the night was GUHHHHHH, and I am HUNGRY and I know I have to to the pushups and other shit first.

Hope I didn´t break your gentle aura with so many bad words. Ales off.

Goatlab Radio with Parasite & Juxtaposeur [2008]

1. Atiq - It Was Here (Mindtrick)
2. Gromov - Bring Da Noise (Allergy)
3. Cardopusher - Fighters Unite (Brothers in Blood)
4. Juxtaposeur - Jungle Appleseed
5. Goth-Trad - Far East Assasin (Skud Beat)
6. Celebrity MUrder Party - What Time is Dub
7. Siriusmo - Wow
8. Gromov - Raving (Allergy)
9. The Doubtful Guest - Electobotz (U-Ziq’s Junobotz Mix)
10. Ben 10 Theme (Juxtaposeur Remix)
11. Amon Tobin - Kitchen Sink (Clark Remix)


http://rapidshare.com/files/92803329/GoatLab_Radio_Feb_2008.mp3

Pacheko & Cardopusher - Mixtape for Tranquera.org

Venezuelan compatriots Pacheko & Cardopusher offer up this selection of their choice pickings of dubstep for the Tranquera collective, and it comes proper and heady. Not as brutal and in your face as I generally opt for when it comes to dubstep, this mix is a bit more airy and moody while still retaining a serious headnod value. Lots of dubs and forthcoming releases, definitely take note.


http://xprm.net/netrelease/pacheko-cardopusher-mixtape-tranqueraorg

What´s New

Apart from that. Bough new comicbooks. Seven Soldiers of Victory and Promethea, first books. Love both. Had great time in Vienna and Bratislava, been drinking on college and eating a lot of good food, started working out again, muscles on my right hand ache like shit.

Probably gonna get some work for a month or so, want to get rid of financial shitness all around me and get some money for the travel which should start in the second half of september.

Bought a moleskine - already through some pages, writing spoiled stuff, some concepts to the ´The Turd´ project and Punisher miniseries, mostly. And some poetry, about pissing and shitting, so far.

Read Hammet´s Maltese Falcon, now getting through Reggis Jaufret´s ´Asylum´, Promethea by Alan Moore and ´Karma Diagnostics´ by S. N. Lazarev.

Watching Infernal Affairs, yes the movie that Scorsesee used for Departed. Tony Leung and Andy Lau rule.

And yeah, I downloaded shitload of comicbooks and five new episodes of Weeds. Need to get some bank things fixed, then gonna immerse my soul in love, tofu and those.


Fuck everything hurts I don´t wanna work out again but I have too. My body looks funny. People laugh when they see my tits.

You´ve been photographing again

Yes I´ve been again, with Morka.









We work together just fine, nice brainstorming/drinking/laughing/photographing clouds above our heads.

http://www.newsarama.com/film/080807-dark-knight-returns.html


Great article, laying some seeds and deducing the same thing that I´ve deduced after seeing ´The Dark Knight´.


´What do you call a sequel to a film (which curiously broke the naming precedent of the five "Batman" films before it) called "The Dark Knight"? A film in which in its closing moments, the protagonist runs off into the night, literally chased by dogs, his future as the protector of Gotham City in doubt?

Why, if you want it to actually star the Dark Knight, you call it "The Dark Knight Returns" of course.´



..I see the eyes shining and mouths gaping all over the world.

Substitutes

Mechanical bird falls into eyesight;
Uninterested non-leaving shivers succumb me,
without warning I am swollen, pins strike flesh,
gravity pulls me down from the tree.

Nose blossoms with it's fruit, face-shared,
imminently non-existant nut crushed,
full of strawberries.

Flip flop - metallic sound of the wings above,
battery acid hurricane, he doesn't scare me,
it just that

earth has it's own, Saturn-like imagery;
Ring of orbiting animal astronauts,
all deeply preserved, violet, iced and sugarfree.

His name was Barney,
he liked looking at the moon and eating rice krispies with milk.

:))

femme (1:35) :
..
ospale (1:35) :
. . . . .
femme (1:37) :
som citovo deprivovana
femme (1:37) :
chyba mi puschkin black sun.
ospale (1:37) :
chapu te, me chybi more
ospale (1:37) :
more chlastu

Ah-ha

Ahaha. Got it. But still, I like the old minima white more. Is there some way to configurate it in simple blogspot menu? I have hopes, you see. I has them.

Anyone who'll tell me how to..

..make the screen of this blog fit the photographs gets one wish on me, be it cunnilingus or heavy drinking with one unimaginably good-hearted smelly bastard jabbering about comics, love, music and writing and women and tons of other funny and beautiful but tiring-if-it's overdone shit. The shit thing obviously works except for women. I love you all, you bitches, you.

Wild water, my head

Love this one.




Been workin' with Holga again, fell in love with her again, there's no missus like this fucken one. Want to buy one with fisheye lens and 35mm add-on and take her for my trip to India via Turkey, Iran and Pakistan. Some pictures from last 3 films underneath, let me know what you feel and think of them. Done around Cunovo, near Bratislava.

Read or reading right now;

Palahniuk's essays (amateur wrestling, life in a navy submarine, etc.), portraits of people (Julliete Lewis, Ira Levin, Marylin Manson etc.) and some personal stuff about his life. Brilliant and vivid journalist skills, weird bits of life around us. So if you love weird shit (if you didn't, you'd not be here, the chances are), dive in.




Read today. Will read again. Not sure of it yet.




One of the best comicbooks I've ever read; Stanley Kubrick and P.K. Dick meet melancholic story about empathy, time, love and all those things behind it. That means even Adolf Hitler and travelling through time to kill him, really. Don't let the contrast of 'funny drawings' fool you, you deserve this comics and it deserves you.




Like Salinger but better. Columbine-like shootings, dumb people, barbecued chicken wings, fucked-up journalists, police, pedophilia, massmedia hysteria and the sole survivor of the shootings, Vernon G. Little, walking smiling to the cross. Add something little Vonnegut-ish to the mix and you're in for a ride. Booker Prize Winner 2003.



Grant Morrison is the fucking god.


The mutant child of Alan Moore, Terence McKenna and Robert Anton Wilson, Morrison has emerged as one of only a handful of comics writers with a true voice and vision. He's as fascinated by paranoid conspiracy theories and the Kabbalah as he is by superhero archetypes. They're all played out in this psychedelic science fiction adventure. Like his best-known works The Invisibles and Doom Patrol, this story follows a subterranean organization with terrifying science at its disposal—but in a break from Morrison's previous works, covert government agency the Hand is actually working to maintain the status quo against the mass hallucinations of a society that needs to dream. The story follows Greg Feely, a balding, middle-aged man who wants nothing more than to look at porn and care for his sick cat. It soon emerges that Feely is actually Ned Slade, special negotiator for the Hand. As Feely/Slade tries to decide which personality he really is.. lalala

(Entertainment Weekly)




Read on monday-tuesday. Intriguing, but I need to think about it some more. Will definitely try one more Kundera, it read great and was worth it, at least.




Umberto Eco's famous work on literature, writing and everything you can possibly encompass into six pieces of lectures that he once made in Harvard. Humorous, witty, passionate and mind-enhancing.

Failed Expositions

Sometimes we all make faults;
double-exposed breast,
past lover in my father's portrait.

Her miniscule nipple looks clenched in his mouth;
his gaze makes something in me run,
small hat strikes refurnished jaw.

Oh so innapropriate - she looks obliged,
while he stays still!

Sometimes we all make faults;
clenching fists of fury with eyes full of sticky wax,
tasting honey-like.

Sometimes we all make honey-like, beautiful children;
stuff their intestines
with what we can not chew.

Oh but how they cry, fresh wombs - car bomb,
daily routines.