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[31 Aug 2007 | Friday] 
[29 Jul 2007 | Sunday] 
Will someone please do a mySpace page for Robert Rental? So I don't have to? 'Cause I really don't have the time to monitor another criminally unknown music artist's myspace page, such as:

>> www.myspace.com/factrix ...

>> www.myspace.com/winstontong ...
>> www.myspace.com/minimalmanpatrickmiller
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Anyway, now that Mute (or is it Grey Area?) has released a CD reissue of Thomas Leer & Robert Rental's collaborative LP, "The Bridge", I would imagine that there'll be alot more fans out there that never may have heard of them otherwise. Too bad R. Rental is long gone (R.I.P)
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+[download]+:
ROBERT RENTAL: "Mental Detentions" [1979 demo]
...posted over on +Mutant Sounds+ --
(an overwhelmingly fascinating mp3 blog, btw.)


[25 Jun 2007 | Monday] 

Category: Art and Photography
Found it posted on this here blog:
[linnaea_borealis.blogspot.com]...


this one's for the freaks


punkrockers in little five points, GA
photo by satonya
[13 Jun 2007 | Wednesday] 

Category: Writing and Poetry
Thanatopsis
by William Cullen Bryant
 
(1794–1878)

TO HIM who in the love of Nature holds   
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks   
A various language; for his gayer hours   
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile   
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides  
Into his darker musings, with a mild   
And healing sympathy, that steals away   
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts   
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight   
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,   
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,   
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;—   
Go forth under the open sky, and list   
To Nature's teachings, while from all around—  
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air—   
Comes a still voice—Yet a few days, and thee   
The all-beholding sun shall see no more   
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,   
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,  
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist   
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim   
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,   
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up   
Thine individual being, shalt thou go  
To mix forever with the elements;   
To be a brother to the insensible rock,   
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain   
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak   
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. 

Yet not to thine eternal resting-place   
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish   
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down   
With patriarchs of the infant world,—with kings,   
The powerful of the earth,—the wise, the good,  
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,   
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills   
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales   
Stretching in pensive quietness between;   
The venerable woods—rivers that move   
In majesty, and the complaining brooks   
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,   
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,—   
Are but the solemn decorations all   
Of the great tomb of man! The golden sun,  
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,   
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,   
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread   
The globe are but a handful to the tribes   
That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings  
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,   
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods   
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,   
Save his own dashings,—yet the dead are there:   
And millions in those solitudes, since first  
The flight of years began, have laid them down   
In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone.  

So shalt thou rest; and what if thou withdraw   
In silence from the living, and no friend   
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe   
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh   
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care   
Plod on, and each one as before will chase   
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave   
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come   
And make their bed with thee. As the long train   
Of ages glide away, the sons of men,   
The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes   
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,   
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man—   
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side   
By those, who in their turn shall follow them.   
   
So live, that when thy summons comes to join  
The innumerable caravan which moves  
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take  
His chamber in the silent halls of death,  
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,  
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed  
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave  
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch  
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
 
[19 Mar 2007 | Monday] 
This clip is from video footage I took in 1991, while at a Snake Handlers meeting in Northern Georgia. (Sorry about the crappy/lo-fi quality)


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The practice of Snake Handling is based upon a strict literal interpretation from the Bible, of Mark 16:17-18:

"And these signs shall follow them that believe: In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; they shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover."
[28 Jan 2007 | Sunday] 

[current mood: discontent ]

Georg Trakl  (1877–1914)

Austrian Poet and Dramatist

Trakl, Georg 1877–1914

INTRODUCTION

While the eminence and influence of Georg Trakl's poetry has been widely discussed, his work is best known for its lyric qualities. His controlled use of colors, sounds, and ciphers blending into brooding meditations, as well as the exquisite tone of his cries against man's doomed existence are two hallmarks of his work. These tendencies closely align him with German Expressionism, and both Ranier Maria Rilke and French Symbolist poet Arthur Rimbaud were inspired by his work. Conversely, Trakl's writing exhibits many of the techniques and themes employed by the Imagists, Surrealists, and Impressionists, making his work difficult to classify. Many critics believe he was a modernist before his time, citing as evidence his paratactical lines which break free from traditional poetical modes to follow musical forms and expressions to a great degree.

Biographical Information

Trakl, born in 1887 in Salzburg, was the son of affluent parents. His brief, troubled life spans years of great upheaval: the apex and decline of the Habsburg monarchy, the Jahnhundertwende of 1900, and the outbreak of the first World War. While this period gave rise to much artistic and cultural innovation—Freud, Mahler, Wittgenstein and Klimt were among Trakl's contemporaries—this turn-of-the-century era was in spirit marked by an awareness of the decay of all social structures and of the danger this change posed to the future of mankind. In this vein Trakl's verse proceeds: he was exceedingly aware that his world, personal as well as external, was "breaking apart," entzweibricht, a term he coined, causing "Leid," a state of suffering. This mood prevails in his poetry.

The disparity in ages between his parents, his mother's opium habit, or the Catholic schooling he and his brothers and sisters received although growing up in a Protestant household—these may have caused deep disturbances in Trakl's personality, and contributed to the schizophrenia from which he suffered. This condition, coupled with his drug and alcohol use, led Trakl quickly to his end. By age fifteen, Trakl was experimenting with chloroform and had begun drinking heavily; by 1905 he had left school prematurely. Both he and his sister Margaret, the sibling to whom he was the closest, found the paths of middle-class life unendurable compared to the towers of their art. Their relationship, debatably incestuous, haunted him even as it nourished him. Her figure appears often in his work as "the sister," an alter ego, a beloved, a mirror-image or doppelganger. Even though she married and was able to play the role of the bourgeois wife, she herself committed suicide a few years after Trakl did.

After being forced to leave school, Trakl began an apprenticeship in a pharmacy that, unfortunately and ultimately, fed his future addiction to narcotics. From this point onward, events in his life are inextricably woven into his poetry. His increasing addiction to narcotics is reflected in his use of images, synaesthesia and an inscrutable personal mythology. Likewise, his experiences during World War I also gave rise to a prolific period, but eventually proved too much for his fragile mental condition.

In August of 1914, Trakl went to Austrian-controled Poland as medic under the command of incompetent Austrian generals. After a bloody defeat at Grodek, Trakl was left to care for ninety wounded throughout two days and two nights, and without supplies or attending physicians. The battle at Grodek caused Trakl to suffer a psychotic episode upon the unit's retreat. He threatened to shoot himself in front of his fellow officers but was disarmed and restrained, and in October, ordered to the hospital at Cracow for observation. His mentor, Ludwig Ficker hurried to Cracow to secure his release because he knew that confinement would only cause Trakl's condition to deteriorate. Unable to secure the release, Ficker later received a letter from Trakl and a copy of "Grodek" and "Lament," Trakl's last two poems, the former considered to be one of his greatest lyrics. A week later, Trakl died of an overdose of cocaine.

Major Works

As early as 1904, Trakl was writing poetry. Having been influenced by Charles Baudelaire and the symbolist idea of music as the pure, non-referential art form, and having played piano himself, he joined a poet's club of young writers inspired by the spirit of the Jahrhundertwende. Trakl's early poetry itself was fueled by the tension be tween Nietzschean frenzy and Dostoevskian despair.

After being forced to leave school in 1906, Trakl wrote two one-act verse tragedies, Totentag and Fata Morgana; the former was well-received by his Salzburg audience. The other's failure temporarily blocked his creative impulses, but eventually he resumed work on a third, a threeact tragedy, Don Juans Tod, which was destroyed in 1912. While working toward finishing his studies, Trakl continued to write poetry and, by the time he received his master's degree in pharmacy in 1910, his work exhibited a technical mastery, and he was beginning to make his own mark on Romantic and symbolist imagery.

Trakl's patriotism led him to volunteer for a year as a medic with the Austro-Hungarian army stationed in Vienna. After that term, he was unable to adjust to working in Salzburg again and so requested to return to active duty, this time in Innsbruck. It was during 1912 that he met Ludwig von Ficker, the editor of Der Brenner, a literary journal of the highest caliber that was to publish a poem of Trakl's in every issue from 1912 to 1914. Ficker also provided criticism, spiritual advice, and succor to Trakl as his life deteriorated. In 1913 Trakl suffered a bout of depression in Ficker's home even as his first collection of poems, Gedichte, was being readied for publication. Although Trakl's mental health became increasingly unstable, he continued to be very prolific through much of 1914, the last year of his life. He revised his second collection, Sebastian im Traum, was published posthumously in 1915.

Critical Reception

Most critics concur that Trakl's work had a major impact on German Expressionism. Many others agree that his later works were modern in nature, exhibiting an aggregate of rhythms, grammatical structures like musical scores, and poetic logic of colors, phrasings, and figures all his own. As he developed in his craft, his poems become more impersonal, devoid of the first-person pronoun, employing what some critics call "mythic objectivity." As philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein, Trakl's patron, said, "I do not understand them; but their tone pleases me. It is the tone of true genius." This objective style may be written proof of Trakl's schizophrenia; on the other hand, it may have been Trakl's superlative, horrific statement against man's corrupted condition. Indisputably his work is despairing, violent, obsessive, even perverse at times, but many argue that his Christian faith may yet serve to provide possible redemption in his work. Trakl saw himself in a hell from which he had no "absolution" to leave, his visions of heaven always too distant from earth. The nearest Trakl comes to expressing an affirmation of life comes from his pantheism, learned from Hölderlin, which imbues his work with compassion. His mature poetry makes a definitive statement or analysis of his poetry difficult, so it is that Trakl's compressed, carefully revised verse remains as a testament of this poet's life.

[03 Jan 2006 | Tuesday] 
SORBET III
(Frans Zwartjes, Netherlands, 1968, 16mm)

Description:  One of the first films by Zwartjes, influenced by the filmmakers of the New American Cinema he admired. Everything centers around the glances between a neurotic camera and the just as neurotic transvestite who reaches for a sorbet and looks in unease to what lying next to him on the couch.

LIVING
(Frans Zwartjes, Netherlands, 1971, 16mm)
   Description: Zwartjes' masterwork and his most favorite film. "Living has an uneasy, indefinable atmosphere. This strange swaying of the camera and the music that keeps going on and on…" Living demonstrates the cinematographic mastery of Zwartjes. He is the main character of the film and handles the camera himself, pointing it towards himself with his hand held out. Zwartjes: "I was as strong as a bear in these times." The film is part of the series 'Home sweet home', in which Zwartjes explores the house in The Hague he had just moved into at the time. His wife and muse Trix plays the other role. The two characters move restlessly through the house. The film was made using an extreme wide angle lens (a 5.7), which gives the image a strong sense of estrangement.

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PENTIMENTO

Description: This film is dominated by an icy blue. In a monumental building a group of scientists submit women to obscure experiments, in which sexuality and cruelty constantly merge into one another. When the film was released, this horrifying game of power and powerlessness was condemned severely by a militant group of feminists. The criticism was undeserved. After all, 'Pentimento' is an art-historical term for a hidden image underneath the actual image giving an indication of how the latter evolved to its current state. The film does not endorse the lopsided power relations in our world but actually challenges them.