CalifornicationFirst English, dan Nederlands.
"Hardcore softporn... It's the edge of the world in all of Western civilization... Dream of Californication..."
- Red Hot Chili Peppers, Californication
The luxurious snobbery of the shopping malls, the isolation of man amidst the plethora of perfect consumption objects and man becoming a perfectable consumption object full-time himself, the generalized and collectively enjoyed stupidity and childishness of television and consumption, the total apathetic immersion in spectacle, the wildgrowth of screens, the triumph of surface over depth (Baudrillard), the superficial appearance of happiness projected worldwide on all screens by the American "stars:" I am fascinated by these phenomena.
Today we believe wholeheartedly in the meaningfulness of communication, while the cult of the screen offers only a collection of seductive nonsense. The same holds true for the art of our time (and possibly of all times): art is experimental spectacle which only make
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all things photography,
playground philosophy on
Lonesome masturbation on
colonoscopy revelations of a
braindead barbie simulation.
Super artificial superficial art.
Smart phony Intel heart with
sharpened eyes and
cold plastic dreams.
ultra mega super ficial
photoshopped residual of a
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Perfection was impossible
So you placed the stars
With a purpose that was lost
If not to light the space
That only you could walk
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through the park, loping beside our wolf-puppy,
both lean & fierce, joyful
as she tosses her hair back
& suddenly I see my body
in hers, tireless & certain,
despite my pounding heart
& damaged limbs, I run&run&
then she gives for a moment,
tumbled full-length in the grass,
feeding the puppy from her cupped hands,
& demanding, scratch my back too!
then down her sides & over the ripples
of her ribcage, her leaping heart
& tummy, still baby-soft,
until the shadows reach us & I
must give her back, inch by inch,
a long, twirling hug
my mother will echo with sad arms,
murmuring, you look really good,
here, now, when we stand alone,
which never means,
you lost weight or
that’s a pretty dress
only us, watching her
& suddenly glad
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You don't need
thunderstorms or hurricanes to prove that you are living.
You don't need
fields of dandelions or gardens of roses to justify your existence.
Let the woodpecker mend your plastered heart.
Know that it's going to hurt because
you're blasting into comets and meteoroids,
you're no longer remnants of musky ashes that he left you.
Be brave enough
to let your tears bloom the roses of tomorrow.