Morning , happy tax payers!
I prepared this, so much what it said here, matches what I keep repeating in void for years. « Professor » targets here European Central Bank…small players compared to what the « FED » is doing everyday. Western Economies are “paper economies” Real wealth belongs to those who owe commodities.
The all Geo-politics is about control of commodities.
Je viens de lire qu’Alain est parti…Nous avons partage beaucoup de choses et surtout fait beaucoup de choses ensemble…. j’ai pas de mots…
This written: “In the Beginning was the Word.”
Here am I balked: who, now can help afford?
The Word? —impossible so high to rate it;
And otherwise must I translate it.
If by the Spirit I am truly taught.
Then thus: “In the Beginning was the Thought”
This first line let me weigh completely,
Lest my impatient pen proceed too fleetly.
Is it the Thought which works, creates, indeed?
“In the Beginning was the Power,” I read.
Yet, as I write, a warning is suggested,
That I the sense may not have fairly tested.
The Spirit aids me: now I see the light!
“In the Beginning was the Act,” I write.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe – FAUST
“I am a part of the part that at first was all, part of the darkness that gave birth to the light, that supercilious light which now disputes with Mother Night her ancient rank and space, and yet cannot succeed; no matter how it struggles, it sticks to matter and cannot get free.
Light flows from substance, makes it beautiful “
J.W. von Goethe.
3 Years now… Banshee as violent and rebel narrative it could be, remains so intimately mirroring what is burning inside me.
“Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Now what does this mean
It means we get the best scenes
When politics talk, the ends of power meet
Nice to be wanted, safe and protected
The ends of power when politics talk
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Home sweet home, home, home
Now
Let’s talk politics
Every dog has it’s day
For me (for me)
I don’t believe (I don’t believe in anything)
Better days ahead (one more war)
Will never be (I do believe no more)
I don’t believe in (no long goodbye)
Anything (nuclear day)
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Spare no man, match bomb for bomb
War, all is fair in war
When the ground is soft with hot blood
Spare no man
Better days will never be (match bomb for bomb)
A scorched Earth (flatten the Earth, this home sweet home)
No charity (burn evreything, from lust to dust)
No weak pity (no charity, no weak pity)
From lust to dust (all is fair in war)
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home”
1983…Saint-Etienne France…Great job, friends like family…Miss S. I was all about Theater and Rock and Roll. In smoke of a small cafe, warm friends and Noir Desir and Bertrand Cantat. This song.. “Toujours etre Ailleurs” , always with me for more than 30 years now. ..Bertrand…I could’nt join the pack of barking dogs .
I found this VHS secam video and I tried to make something out of it… Emotion is there…
“ He was young. he was so damn young. he was so god damned. Drunk with the Blood of Baby dolls. Mad laughter. power. running neck and neck with his vision was his demon. Sooner Stick his dick up the baby dolls ass. Shove pins in the heads of innocents. Bad seed with a golden spleen. Ha Ha. he has the last laugh. Blonde Hairs raveling in your vital breath. White hydrogen. Rimbaud. Savior of the forgotten scientists: the alchemists. alchemy. of The. The Word. The power of The Word. Love Rays. bullets on the alter. obscene ceremonies. leave no proof clues. gold. behind. Rimbaud blessé Rimbaud wounded Rimbaud: angel with sleeves of blue hair. [NO] light without shadow. Rimbaud was a rolling stone are all prophets persecuted? He was so damn young.
Devotions to Arthur Rimbaud.
Copyright © Patti Smith
1978 is the time we started to walk the way …It was about something else… such a rebellion to our Human condition a revolt against Destiny.
We left many on the path, I still cherish this special dream that evil will not will prevail.
I composed this Music Video putting for 2 minutes “Till Victory” of dear Patti Smith as wording to one of the most moving piece of Art of Choreographer Trisha Brown.
It is my devotion to “solitude”
I recently published on Linkedin this nice picture of works I have made on Day Spa in Bangkok.
It received this comment from Khun Grist Skaoratanayothin:
“Even this work was smaller when compare to other in your portfolio hereof, you still recognized that I appreciated. Olivier, may I say, your works are not only one of or either part of … art, engineering, architect, imaginer, designer, technology but all of it. You are the keen-skilled man, knowing, doing and understanding the art to achieve and balance across all objective, obstruction & constrain. You say “fusion”, I feel it has propensity to the out-come work rather than your work itself. When people see your finished work here in day spa Bangkok, they might not know all process story, or they might think that they can do better even though they were not in that point of difficult constrained position in which you had done it among that situation. I like your starting words of Imagineering , Architainment & cabalistic. It reflect to real man like you are. “
Nice…
