Please, Sin all along the veil & take the unspeakable out of me #88

(2sd picture: Reza Nader)

2008 / ..., Credit-crunch got me but spring is unchanged #52

I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies. If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around the banks will deprive the people of all property until their children wake-up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered.
Thomas Jefferson 1802

XXIst century's icons & myths mapping our daily roaming en el Laberinto de la soledad #27 (the Minotaur)

(Young New-York-based artist already spotted by the Saatchi gallery: Ms Aurel Schmidt, 'Master of the Universe/FlexMaster 3000')

Curtain up.
He stepped in the room, stayed in surprise before the painting and MelGibsoned his voice: «What the fuke is going on there?»
She JuliaRobertsed her smile and softy pinpointed: «Fuck, we say fuck, not fuke.»
«Whatever... Is really this my portrait? This fag-bull?». He hip-hoped his voice and naturally grabbed his crotch: « I do not understand... I thought I was your coolness, your tanned sex-toy... At least, that is what you whisper, baby...»
«Honeypie, barman of my libido, you’re right, you are all of this indeed and even more... But, remember my lover #1: you’re a man as well.»
He DarthVadered his sigh, unsatisfied: «Darling, gold of my hands, pendant of my desire, you’re the one who studied art, you’re the one supposed to remember that Picasso embodied the Minotaur with more... confidence...»
«Yearh, she MegRyaned, but he was a Galician redneck, a communist who supported androcracy... His vision of the world is a souvenir by now.»
She walked in his direction «You, my dickiest dick, you’re a man of the XXIst century: you are sweat, attentive, you show respect and you are in full agreement with the market-forces.» She Brooklyned her conclusion: «Ya see whatta mean?»
«Baby, soft-breast of my bed, hotissima lust, you could be right, but - he lighted a cancerous but stylish cigarette- why do you need to put this into a tragedy? Look what you’ve done to my song, he MTVed.
«I am a Minotaur of empty cans of beer! I am made of consumed butts! All around my promising pink limb! God dam’it he Buckowskyied.
«My muscles -you love usually them so much- become purposeless and serve as a pastel branch where a Tity Bird sits! My dickiest dick of the dreamed dicks is a strengthless pinkness! My needed BlackBerry™ is a fetish that fools no one...»
He paused, inhale a thought and ChristopherWalkened: «Look at those shoes, how a Minotaur could walk with this urban and fashionable shoes, where are my Nikes? Some Italian shoes for a Minotaur supposedly based in Crete, come on! Fuke! Fuke! This man is supposed to master a labyrinth for Christ's sakke!».
Being upset reinforced his German accent but she stayed mute.
He then TomHanksed: «Honey, siren of my tears, you make me feel as if I have no credibility. It is hard to exist in you eyes after this.»
She HillaryClintoned him: «Come here, Minotaur of my house...». She lowed her hands «I even omitted to paint your pendent balls... But ya know, she SharonStoned, that is the truth of our time... ‘The Minotaur is the symptom of the woman’, as would say my professor.»
«Besides, she LaurenBacalled, these are your actual shoes when you go to work...»
While he nervously smashed the ending cigarette in the pink ashtray, he FoxNews-backed: «Cybele of my town, spouse of my VISA, I only hope you’ll get a lot from this painting in your gallery, precisely: as much as it costs me.»
«Be fearless my colourful bull, believe me» she BarbaraCartlanded, «Uptown, they will love it».
She caressed his head.
Curtain down.

(Chicago-based Artist & adapting the mythology to our days: Keelan McMorrow) (What Aurel Schmidt cannot paint.)

Please, Sin as if I was an anonymous bottomless oracle #87

(Turkish artist: Ali Alisir)

XXst century's icons & myths mapping our daily roaming en el Laberinto de la soledad #27 (la part des anges)

(Photographer: Lionel Samin)

Please, Sin with me in hurry as my tide is mooning away #86

(& besides a literal illustration of the Liquid Consumer by the Bruxelles-based photographer Lionel Samin)

2008 / ..., Credit-crunch got me but it is a question of time before we go from the G-Spot to iSpots #51

Follow the incredible Chris Harrison, ignore out-dated Philip K. Dick, reify your body for Christ's sake and make your skin as an input surface for your electronic-applications: no more robot, daddy: you are the one now. Spare me the details, I do not want to hear what you will like to do with your secret anatomy, but ramifications seem indeed endless (e.g. British Masochists are reported to apply the idea to the cheek that you will have to slap to active the input surface).

So, dear Greek fellows, stop now complaining & welcome in the world of the ecological "eLabour-Power" that daddy Marx ignored; emigrate, leave your tie, leave your suit, pay your debt & endow the IMF/EU bank-accounts with the movable & employable 'input surface' of your body: "no PVC, no African wood, but a very sustainable-energy, a Greek is what you need".

Pêche & rejoins-moi, solaire #85

"Une brune de 15 ans, une brune au quinzième degré. Le visage est plein de sable, de jaunisse et de confiture. Longue, longue, longue fille Deux jambes avec un nez dessus et un sexe entre. Les cheveux par-dessus le marché. Frais dans ce visage d'épine-vinette, il y a des yeux d'érable. L'aiguillon, c'est la langue, et les bœufs les joues. Le front maigre et rectangulaire d'un corbeau. Au second plan, comme deux lunes rousses, les seins.
Corne c'est peut-être la plus sympathique, mais à coup sûr la plus grasse. Elle a de pleines mains de graisse et les joues roulées dans le suif. Elle a dix-sept ans et son ventre neuf mois de plus. Je ne veux pas dire qu'elle est grosse, mais grasse. Les mots en asse fournissent des rimes très sensuelles, des rimes qui forniquent. Ça sent la vache, l'anus et Madame Butterfly. Autour de la scène, une atmosphère chaude, toute en vapeur, une de ces atmosphères qui bouchent les oreilles et crèvent les yeux. Corne, corne de mélancolie".
Extrait de Choléra (1923), Joseph Delteil, Œuvres complètes (Grasset), page 115

2008 / ..., Credit-crunch got me but I am secure now as leaders guaranteed that Efficiency will produce less Unequity, for sure #50

(Note: This is not a tribute to Mark Rothko or to Barnett Newman)
(Click on the colour to read the flag)
(Apologies, there is no credit-crunched Greek flag)
(Portuguese designer Luis Dias Silva for Portuguese magazine 'Grande Reportagem', 2008) (Internet is like the unconscious: there is no sense of time)

XXIst century's icons & myths mapping our daily roaming en el Laberinto de la soledad #26 (when reading printed pages was not luxury)

Now try to do that with an iPad.

Please, Sin as if it was riskless #84

(Cover designed by Michael Salu for the UK-based magazine 'Granta', created in 1889 and re-born in 1979 and probably born again with its adaptation to internet)

Style is what remains once chaos put you down #10 (Keith Elam, a.k.a. Guru - July 17, 1966–April 19, 2010)

A hip-hop singer in love with live-jazz music and that does not need regular close-up on his golden balls to show his manhood up in Parkinson's-style video-clip cannot be a bad person.

No Time yet for Serenity, even for a Brestoise #23

Epiphany is hard Labour too #42

La dématérialisation est la grammaire contemporaine pour traiter ce qu’autrefois on appela peinture.
Ulrike Bolenz peint cela.
Il ne s’agit plus au XXIè siècle de peindre l’homme ontologique, la femme ontologique ou ses qualités éternelles (l’Amour, la Melancholia, le Pêché, etc) mais de montrer ce qu’il en reste à ce jour globalisé: ce que la suisse Rist Pipilotti dans une installation imposa en grand à Times Square en 2000, à savoir un corps prisonnier du media (sa vidéo montrait son visage coincé contre l’écran géant qui surplombait les traces laissées sur la ville par les autres annonces marchandes).
Le néant que maîtrisait la religion ou le paternalisme, on le sait, a cédé la place à l’infini que la technologie essaye maintenant d’habiter.
La solitude est dans ce nouvel étau.
Ulrike Bolenz l’enregistre.
La science-fiction l'a fait il y a déjà longtemps; mais il ne s'agit pas d'imaginer, il s'agit de montrer.
On a alors le choix: on peut continuer à peindre le néant, son organisme, ses mouvements comme s’y attache le français Pierre Soulage; on peut considérer la technologie humanisée de demain, à la manière du cloaqua du belge Wim Delvoye. Ou bien choisit-on comme l’allemand Ulrike Bolenz de se pencher sur le malaise de cet homme technologisé.
L’artiste allemand l’isole et l’expose.
Ses corps sont pris dans les rets de cette solitude technologique; ils se débatent avec leur destin d’hologrammes.
Il leur arrive de danser sur ce sort.
Le plus souvent ça ne danse pas et de la chair coule dans les matières transparentes de verre et de plexiglasse.
L’ontologie n’a finalement pas disparu: les corps sont académiques, le narcissisme n’est pas invité, c'est de la majuscule dont on traite ici, de l'Homme, et à y regarder de plus près on finit par deviner ce que l’hologramme n’étouffe pas derrière le verre et le plexiglasse d’Ulrike Bolenz: précisément que la chair ne se laisse pas faire et que la messe n'est pas encore dite.

(Bruxelles, gallerie Libre Cours, 23 avril/29 mai 2010)

Le XXIè siècle, ses icônes, ses mythes cartographiant notre passage dans le labyrinthe de la solitude #25

(Sleeveface & afficionados Brice You/Max)

Je mets dans mes peintures la lumière qui n'existe pas en mon pays #39

(dans la Venise de tes yeux)

Je mets dans mes peintures la lumière qui n'existe pas en mon pays #38

(dans la Venise de tes yeux)

2008 / ..., Credit-crunch got me but not, in the homeland of the City, Mr Imbue #49

'Smash for cash'
London-based artist: Imbue.
The Greek government could patent the idea.

XXIst century's icons & myths mapping our daily roaming en el Laberinto de la soledad #24 (ideals are actually dead angels)

Danish artist: Peter Callesen.

2008 / ..., Credit-crunch got me & like Aloe Blacc would say on the globalised transistors "I need a dollar" #48

As there is no other choice than to dance -alone or in good company- on the misfortunes of it, click here.

(thanks to Camille)

2008 / ..., Credit-crunch got me but not the rivalry between Mr Van Rompuy & Mr Barroso #47

While speculating on the end of the wild rivalry between the permanent European Council President & the European Commission's President (the Rolling Stones vs the Beatles is a soft hug in comparison), one can make a smiling break and learn - as reported by the F.T.- that it did not take a long time before Mr Barroso reacted to the now-public Mr Van Rompuy's inclination for Haiku poetry and recently unveiled the harsh truth:

Actually, "President Barroso’s first love has always been folk music, spoken-word poetry and painting. He just does all the other stuff to the pay the bills.".

European summits are likely to take another shape if rivalry goes on...

Who said the EU is techno-dull?

Please, Sin like a good homo sapiens sapiens guy would do #84

(Shooter: the talented & controversial Szymon Brodziak)

Pêche, dans l'amour de ton prochain #84

"Jeune homme, réjouis-toi dans ta jeunesse; que ton cœur te donne de la joie dans les jours de ta jeunesse! Marche dans les voies de ton cœur, et selon les regards de tes yeux; mais sache que pour tout cela Dieu te fera venir en jugement." L'Ecclésiaste,
(Version Chanoine Crampon - 1923), chapitre 11, 9.

XXIst century's icons & myths & syncretism mapping our daily roaming en el Laberinto de la soledad #23

les psychotiques sont des animistes comme les autres #30

"Bunny Project at Kalmar Konstmuseum, Sweden 2008
Performance commissioned by Kalmar Museum of Art, Sweden. During the inauguration of the new art museum in Kalmar a suspicious individual sneaked around the premises mounting sculptures made of carrots, alarm clocks, red and blue cables, metal wire and tape. On direct orders from the Swedish secret police the performance was stopped since the Culture Minister refused to give her inaugural speech if it were to continue. The speech , as it later turned out, was about how art must be allowed to be free and provocative".

Pêche, comme à l'époque où tu étais mon or, où tu étais mon lit #83

2008 / ..., Credit-crunch got me pero no la obstinaciòn del juez Baltazar Garzòn #46

El juez Baltasar Garzón será juzgado por excederse presuntamente en sus competencias legales al abrir una investigación sobre los crímenes del franquismo, según un auto hecho público el miércoles por el Tribunal Supremo español. Profesores de las universidades de Francia estan haciendo una peticiòn para su protecciòn.

les psychotiques sont des animistes comme les autres #29

'Corancancan' by British artist Nick Walker on the spoken walls of Paris (March 2010) in an attempt to realease the French headache following the hot debate on the burqa.

Please, Sin hard my child & put your innocent teeth in the oozing flesh of my biblical fruit #82

(lifted from your electronic-Angst)

2008 / ..., Credit-crunch got me but not the States' needs to regulate Internet #46

Some people around clean tables think that eJoy should be submitted to a more efficient monitoring:
Since Spring 2008, the EU, the US, Japan, Canada, South Korea, Australia as well as a few other countries have been secretly negotiating a trade agreement aimed at enforcing copyright and tackling counterfeited goods (Anti-Counterfeiting Trade Agreement, 'ACTA').
Specifically, leaked documents show that one of the major goal of the treaty would be to force signatory countries into implementing anti file-sharing policies. Worries are as follows:
-the Acta legal framework could result in "large scale monitoring of internet users" and
- in the international imposition of 'three strikes' laws, such as that recently passed in France, which cuts off internet access of people accused of illegal downloading, and consequently
- flouts agreed EU laws on counterfeiting and piracy online.
Adaptation of copyright to the digital age is economically tricky and this treaty has so far bypassed democratic processes in order to prepare a globalised-regulatory regime of internet.
The French La Quadrature du Net has nevertheless recently leaked a consolidated version of ACTA and members of the European Parliament have expressed their displeasure for having once again been set aside from the negotiations: the official draft text will be finally made public next Wednesday in the EU and in the US.
Some people around clean tables think that running a globalised-Leviathan is particularly exhausting.

XXIst century's icons & myths & great balls of fire mapping our daily roaming en el Laberinto de la soledad #22

Not a new Coca-Cola advertising, not a Cosmic-Djihad but rather a disqualification of the NASA for absence of due & intelligible information (US astronomy is apparently a borning science in 2010): this is under CNN's words -that God Jerry Lee Lewis would have seconded- a "massive fireball" in the Empire's sky.
"The fireball was visible for about 15 minutes beginning about 10 p.m., said the National Weather Service in Sullivan, Wisconsin". The video posted by CNN makes fun of Hollywood's industry and is doomed to happily hit internet for days.
Should the hairy fireball be seen in India, this is the opportunity for creating a new divinity; in old-Europe, the absence of technocratic prediction would have spotted the lack of political institutions' competence; in China, the capitalo-communist pollution would have preventing the sight of it; but in the US, we look forward reading the paranoiac reaction of Sarah Pallin & her fans.
Burn it Jerry.

les psychotiques sont des animistes comme les autres #28

Spanish artist SpY updates our urban sublimations without waiting for the next towns' public procurement for paid contemporary art.

2008 / ..., Credit-crunch got me & anthropophagy becomes an interesting option #45

(lifted from the eWonderland: Sophisticated Funk) Par ailleurs, comme convenu, les brestois raflent la mise: l'apéro géant y est une pratique quasi-quotidienne qu'il vente, qu'il pleuve, aussi prennent-ils au mot la République et décident en effet qu'"ensemble tout est possible" (7.000 larrons quand-même ont rendu hommage à Bacchus et se sont réunis pour apéritiver ensemble) pour incidemment ridiculiser dans la joie qui accompagne l'absence d'effort les rennais (4.000 pratiquants du dernier apéro géant), les nantais (2.200 pratiquants - "A vaincre sans péril...") & le reste de l'orient du continent jusqu'à l'Oural.

No Time yet for Serenity, even for a Brestoise #22

In Australia, Blondes paid more than other women (but it is unsure whether blonde intellectuals are concerned) & the good news is that there is absolutly no identified reasons to explain this matter of bare facts of basic instincts.
Now, give me back my wig.

Please, Sin as if you could contain me #81

(Using oils, acrylics, crayon and mixed media, London-based artist - & quite famous if I understand well- David Chloe)

Epiphany is hard Labour too #41

After all, world-wide Lucian Freud paints like Francis Bacon under tranxene.

But the best tribute to pay to world-wide Edward Hooper is probably to adapt the light of his paintings to geography.

Moscow-based artist Vladimir Seminsky did so and put the figure of the Urban Lady so dear to Hooper under the Russian rays:

(Hotel, Inside - 2007)

2008 / ..., Credit-crunch got me but not my faith in the absolute need of despising ecology #44

You try to protect the Earth with a solitary but new ethic of sustainable addiction to consumption, you try hard -sustainable pollution is not an easy task & you are even relatively happy to learn that for the first time ever on the continent of Europe, no corpses were binned by governments in 2009 - and then, back from nowhere, the curse of the 80's knocks at your sustainable door: you learn that lipstick-Boy George tries to get his old band 'Culture Club' back together so as to finance his retirement and to mark their 30th anniversary next year.

No rest is apparently possible.

And "One must imagine Sisyphus happy"?

That was before Culture Club reunites.

XXIst century's icons & myths mapping our daily roaming en el Laberinto de la soledad #21

Europeans have two cultures: their national culture & the American one
Rome for a while was in New-York, now it is even not in Shangaï
Wall Street by tomorrow will be located in Beijing

(& switching from my limited English to my future limited Mandarin is hardly inspiring)
Guantanamo will move out of googlemap
In Obamaland, the W.A.S.P. are being replaced by Latinos
The Empire will soften
Indian cinema fights back
Chinese cinema will fight back
& the djihad might soften too one day

In the meantime Paris dithers & considers the future of its museification
In the meantime, a language is a homeland
A bosom is an additional one
Chaos, under its ancient veil, has not evolved but is nowadays more $hining, that's all
& while the new mainstream is in preparation
It is apparently crucial to know one's Epicurian garden well. (Artist: Zhong-Yang Huang, 'Above Washington D.C.')

No time yet for Serenity, even for a Brestoise #21

No more burqa in Belgium: it is fobidden from now to freely decide to jail oneself in a total veil, at least in the common public place; at home, no need of social consensus: veil what you want. Individual radical religions do not supersede for the time-being compulsory compromises - and that is more than relevant-but in practice compulsory compromises, as we know by a long experience, are per se arbitrary. Dura lex, sed lex.

However, if one excludes a pure liberal approach of the phenomenon (after all, you are free to embody your body as you want provided this use of freedom does not bother or injury the society) and if we set aside the fear or unsincere political motivations in Western countries for adopting such a ban on the burqa, it is not so sure that Muslim women need saving: see Lila Abu-Lughod's article 'The Muslim woman - The power of images and the danger of pity' to make up your globalised-mind.

Please, Sin & be prepared to the naked silence that will fill the immensity let by your exhausted youth #80

Please, Sin with your mere presence #79

"Le parole notte, notturno ec., le descrizioni della notte ec., sono poeticissime, perchè la notte confondendo gli oggetti, l'animo non ne concepisce che un'immagine vaga, indistinta, incompleta, sì di essa che quanto ella contiene. Così oscurità, profondo, ec. ec." G. Leopardi, 28 Settembre 1821.

Please, Sin & succumb to my reddened fragrance wherein the world vanishes #78