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Thursday, January 29, 2004



POËZIE-ESTAFETTE 




Naast de reeks "DE MUZEVAL" die normaal elke tweede donderdag van de
maand plaatsvindt wordt op de Gedichtendag een EXTRA POËZIE-AVOND
ingelast: een doorlopende voordracht door 35 dichters die elkaar om de
tien à vijftien minuten aflossen.

Locatie: café De Muziekdoos, Verschansingsstraat 63, Antwerpen-Zuid
(bij de Waterpoort aan de Vlaamsekaai. - Tram 8, bussen 23, 6, 34)

Tijd: van 18.30 tot 01 uur, eventueel later.
Entree: gratis


zie ook stichtingpipelines

( if antwerp is too far, go to )





Tuesday, January 27, 2004





Sagrada Fluxusmotion

12-Persons car-pool in all AUDI
At highhorsepowerspeed like in hollow- hoot-movies
try to catch the G from GAUDI
Meanwhile smile in every speed-limit camera
If the G is catched
all leave the AUDI immediatly & at random at
crossroads,middle of the streets
After that move all slowly to have
a nice silent pick-nick on the grass of ground zero
of the Sagrada Familia
admiring the Quadruplets Towers & the Sky.

shared by : Barcelowo-sky






Monday, January 26, 2004



HORSE PLAY 




"...There are many jokes in Modern art. They are never all that funny" Matthew Collins

Contemporary art is a funny business. Artists labour for hours, weeks, sometimes years to make things which don't really look like anything much, which hardly anyone understands and which nobody except their mum would want to own. Sometimes they don't even make things...they make statements or actions, or other stuff you can't hang on your wall. Are they having a laugh or what?


Digital Art Resource for Education







Wosky Fluxus Menu Monday 26/01/O4 Suggestion 



shared by : Wosky





Sunday, January 25, 2004



"Humble Mumble" Outkast Lyrics/Stankonia 





(Andre 3000) Speaking
Ahhhh I stank I can I stank I can
The funky engine that could
Oooo oooo yosky, wosky, pisky, wisky
All aboard the Stankonia Express
The underground smell road
Everybody's lookin' for an excuse to let loose
What's your locomotive, the chatter and the choo choo

Hook: 3000 and Erykah Badu
Humble as a mumble in the jungle
Of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've to re-route my dreams
(Repeat)

(Big Boi)
Back on the microphone, your number one controller
I rock the microphone like a blizzard;
I'm so cold I'm tryin' to hold ya
Life is like a big roller coaster
Everything in life don't happen like it's suppose to
Trials and tribulations make you stronger live longer
You wanna reach the nation nigga start from ya corner
Everything in life don't happen don't always happen like you plan it
Demand it; over stand it then you handle it
Fuck wishing you, you missing the ambition on your mission
Now you switching why you quitting 'cause it's heated in the kitchen
Sloppy slipping in your pimping nigga
You either pistol whoop the nigga or you choke the trigger
You've got to follow through, struggle to complete your dreams
"No Weapon Formed Against Prospers'54:17
From Isaiah lay a nigga down and spray' em
If the dealer dealt a fucked up hand of cards you've gotta play' em

Hook


(Andre 3000)
Too Democratic, Republic fuck it
We chicken nugget, we dip in the sauce like mop and bucket
Blue collar scholars, who'll take your dollar and wipe my ass wit it
You living for the lotto never hit it,I met a critic
I met her shit her draws
She said she tought Hip Hop was only guns and alcohol
I said " Oh hell naw" but yet it's that too
You can't discrimahate because you done read a book or 2


What if I looked at you in a microscope saw all the dirty organisms
Living in your closet would I stop and would I pause it "whoo"
To put that bitch in slower motion, got the potion and the antidote
And a quote for collision the decision
Is do you want to live or wanna exist
The game changes everyday so obsolete is the fist and marches
Speeches only reaches who already know about it
This is how we go about it

Hook

(Erykah Badu)
I'm wild just like a rock,a stone,a tree
And I'm free, just like the wind the breeze that blows
And I flow, just like a brook, a stream, the rain
And I fly, just like a bird up in the sky
And I surely die, just like a flower plucked
And dragged away and thrown away
And then 1 day it turns to clay
It blows away, it finds a ray, it finds, it finds its way
And there it lays until the rain and sun
Then I breathe, just like the wind the breeze that blows
And I grow, just like a baby breastfeeding
And it's beautiful, that's life and that's life
And that's life and that's life

Hook

(Andre 3000) Speaking
Humble as a mumble in the jungle
of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've gotta re-route my dreams
Y'all can't harm me, it's over


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shared by : Wosky






Friday, January 23, 2004



Fluxus 








The Fluxus Home Page





:::nostress::: suggestion for today :




Events by Nam June Paik



Prelude



Audience seat are tied up to backs before performance.

Date unknown



Fluxus Hero or Heroine (For Frank Trowbridge)



Piss on the subway tracks and thus stop the train.

Date unknown



Zen for Street



Adult in lotus posture & eyes half shut positions himself in a baby carriage (perambulator) and is
pushed by another adult or several children through a shopping center or calm street.

Date unknown


Dragging Suite



Drag by a string along streets, stairs, floors: large or small dolls, naked or clothed dolls, broken, bloody or new dolls, real man or woman, musical instruments, etc.

Date unknown



Atom Bomb Victim



Two uniformed men wearing gas masks carry on a stretcher an "atom bomb victim," a woman, half of the body prepared in a manner of cruel wounds and deformations, the other half in a sex-feast.

Date unknown



Moving Theater



Fluxus fleet of cars and trucks drives into crowded city during rush hour. At the appointed time, all drivers stop cars, turn off engines, get out of cars, lock doors, take keys and walk away.

Date unknown



http://www.nutscape.com/fluxus/homepage/nam_june.html



take the nostressfluxustrain





Wednesday, January 21, 2004



aandachtig te lezen 




Creatief Schrijven : Nieuwsbrief 4








d i k t e e  



Ik doe ni mee
aan 't groote Neederlandsche Diktee
D,T,DT ?
Ik zit er ni mee
Maakt me da verdagt?
tot DDT in de nagt?
Eksperimenteel? of zijn't
opzetteleike faute
alskik me verveel?
Ook de Neel
is Krimineel?
Hij zingt zo mooi:
Rockin' in a free world
en zingt en zingt
wa hem echt beroer-t-d-dt ?
en dwingt.

Ik doe ni mee
aan 't groote Nederlandsche Diktee
Ik digt dag en nagt
over een werelt enzo
waar steets meer
en erger dan een taal
wordt verkragt.

ee ....all ee,
Ik doe ni mee
aan 't groote Nederlandsche Diktee
Ik digt dag en nagt
over een werelt enzo
waar steets meer
en erger dan een taal
wordt verkragt.

shared by : Wosky








Saturday, January 10, 2004



Blue Eggs  






This is the age to declare
clean spirit opium rage,
cos'too many people
in dispirit and despair.
This is the age to declare
clear spirit opium rage,
'till children aren't
raised anymore
in a prefab guilt or fear cage.
Cos' too much cocaine
makes plastic dolls reign
a government of ecstasy
whispering in brains:
take a pill and you feel free,
touch a moment your real wanna-be.
We took you mind over:
Advertising is your short hang-over.
The innocent soul
is robbed by governments
financial action game.
War game,insane in the membrain.
Governement pyramid
power frame.
Pitiless government
for common innocent people.
The pitfall to common innocent people
kept Ibiza & co short blind
in fear & exalt ecxess
vomiting stress.
Exhausted & quick worn out
Love,Light & factory walls doubt & shout
'till dead -looks
under shadows of
golden, false eye-lashes
in cars sharing same fraude.
Rulers of the world
still offering them
hour after hour in power
at the end a facelift and some speed
to consume in handcuffs
and offer to the god of desire & greed,
while innocent nature bleeds.
So sing this song out of tune:
On earth we have some fools
who create blue eggs on the moon
in tune,in tune,in tune!
In this silicon,plastic,liposuctionland
clap your hands all together now
and do some fleshy,sexy hamburgerstand
While an amazon has one tit
and a lightened warrior an amazing prick
we all make you beg for it!
to raise your mind so you find
that your all are a sculptor
of your innocent born soul
while government wants to destroy
control and outrageous power- rule.
So if looks could kill
they probably will
in games without frontiers
while governments wank horny
on your after-party tears,
while you suck & whipe your ass
in the same way as the child you were
That were your bright days my friend !
where you played in soul
under own shining,bare,free innocent control!
Resistance is dangerous governments say
while every night shortsighted in envy to their gods of greed & desire they try to pray.


shared by : Wosky








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Gladiators & Iron Butterflies 




Gladiators & Iron Butterflies
Nocturama Eyes & cut an ear to lies
Sonor through time
Earth needs truth lemon &lime
No denials...no trials...when...
Light & Love
androgyn unspoken
like the small Ulang Bator Buddha.
Buddhas'web is finely strung
taintless & tearfull woven.

shared by : wosky









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