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blake kathryn

JVL

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Claire Keane
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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dirt enthusiast
we're not kids anymore.
todays bird
Three Goblin Art

PR's Tumblrdome

oozey mess
Peter Solarz

#extradirty

shark vs the universe
$LAYYYTER
trying on a metaphor

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@amotiontoabjection
I am done here.
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is the poop yours....( i remember being curious about my poop, is why i ask)
Un Charogne
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vîmes, mon âme, Ce beau matin d'été si doux : Au détour d'un sentier une charogne infâme Sur un lit semé de cailloux, Les jambes en l'air, comme une femme lubrique, Brûlante et suant les poisons, Ouvrait d'une façon nonchalante et cynique Son ventre plein d'exhalaisons. Le soleil rayonnait sur cette pourriture, Comme afin de la cuire à point, Et de rendre au centuple à la grande Nature Tout ce qu'ensemble elle avait joint ; Et le ciel regardait la carcasse superbe Comme une fleur s'épanouir. La puanteur était si forte, que sur l'herbe Vous crûtes vous évanouir. Les mouches bourdonnaient sur ce ventre putride, D'où sortaient de noirs bataillons De larves, qui coulaient comme un épais liquide Le long de ces vivants haillons. Tout cela descendait, montait comme une vague, Ou s'élançait en pétillant ; On eût dit que le corps, enflé d'un souffle vague, Vivait en se multipliant. Et ce monde rendait une étrange musique, Comme l'eau courante et le vent, Ou le grain qu'un vanneur d'un mouvement rythmique Agite et tourne dans son van. Les formes s'effaçaient et n'étaient plus qu'un rêve, Une ébauche lente à venir, Sur la toile oubliée, et que l'artiste achève Seulement par le souvenir. Derrière les rochers une chienne inquiète Nous regardait d'un oeil fâché, Epiant le moment de reprendre au squelette Le morceau qu'elle avait lâché. - Et pourtant vous serez semblable à cette ordure, A cette horrible infection, Etoile de mes yeux, soleil de ma nature, Vous, mon ange et ma passion ! Oui ! telle vous serez, ô la reine des grâces, Après les derniers sacrements, Quand vous irez, sous l'herbe et les floraisons grasses, Moisir parmi les ossements. Alors, ô ma beauté ! dites à la vermine Qui vous mangera de baisers, Que j'ai gardé la forme et l'essence divine De mes amours décomposés !
(Charles Baudelaire)
What makes something abject and not simply repressed is that it does not entirely disappear from consciousness. It hovers, somewhere on the border, existing y virtue of what it transgresses in order to be"
The Power of the Abject - Helen Acklam
darling, i love your spleen
“I can observe my own body cut open, without suffering!… I see myself all the way down to my entrails; a new mirror stage. I can see to the heart of my lover; his splendid design has nothing to do with sickly sentimentalities. Darling, I love your spleen; I love your liver; I adore your pancreas, and the line of your femur excites me.” (Orlan from Carnal Art Manifesto)
CLOACA -materials
"After ingesting a quantity of laxatives and diuretics the performer inserts a catheter in their bladder and a tunnel plug in their anus.
The performer loses control on their sphincters"
Performed once at Tempting Failure Biennal of Performance Art and Noise // July 2018
“The horror we feel at the thought of a corpse is akin to the feeling we have at human excreta. What makes this association more compelling is our similar disgust at aspects of sensuality we call obscene. The sexual channels are also the body’s sewers; we think of them as shameful and connect the anal orifice with them. St. Augustine was at pains to insist on the obscenity of the organs and function of reproduction. ‘Inter faeces et urinam nascimur’, he said - ‘we are born between faeces and urine.’”
— Georges Bataille, Erotism, 57. (via bustakay)
Devoid of subjectivity, devoid of experience, silence intervenes. In this zone, the difference in the flesh gives birth to the thing. The thing has no identity, except that of a constantly mutating process, barren of all specificity and instead able insidiously to adapt itself to the surroundings.
The Thing - Dylan Trigg
Filth behaves like the 'noise' of the flesh, the formless, non-technological object that opens the way to a non-phenomenology by threatening the body with the challenge of becoming the thing
Filth as non-technology - German Sierra
This is "vessel (work in progress)" by arianna ferrari on Vimeo, the home for high quality videos and the people who love them.
ManifestAzione con Catetere
praha, 2017
photo: Matthias Pick
fast forwarded video extract of a disastrous "ManifestAzione con Catetere" (diuretics - 4lt water - catheter - body) Performance Crossings, Praha, 2017