slow punk.
it exists .

Decided to post more movies . Here's a Moskwood classic from 1967 ... it's very fairytalish :-)

i touch no one
and
no one touches me

The great master of Korean cinema is back with a taboo crushing piece of first rate art . I was wowed by the simplicity and absolute masochism and tenderness in this movie . He is a great purifier of human soul . Just for you to know that there is more to Korea than Gangnam Style ! A must see .

Sometimes u take some time to think about buying  tickets, this time ...not even a heartbeat.

Ghostchild 1985

and though you lost  me running in the wagons of time
the skelletontrain continues riding trough the stations of memory and light
i'm sure  i'll find u little boy in a closet down the hall
with sliding doors of oakwood on cold metal rails
as i'm flying in the morninglight down the stairs looking for the buzzing bell
the houseghost surrenders in a kiss of phantomsilver
your pulse beats so fast in the watercircles
the spring of youth will suck you in and throw you at again
and your heart will shudder out your chest
fearfull flourishing petals of ecstatic pink blow trough the ceiling
the bedroom is a roofless box  sinking in the belly of the sky
as she slides her crystalblue hand into it gently and soothing
the light ebbs in your body and rolls around like a violent star
breath blooms from the lips
an oval sound
has he escaped or gone back ?
into my body.

Some people just make an exhibition . Others try to change the entire concept of what looking at art is about . A magic realistic, interactive(public involved) form of communication and experiencing photography  in a shared subconscious dreamworld. Sometimes i am angry at myself for not trying as hard as i  used to ... stupid boy  ( with a lamp on his head ).

                                                        Kortrijk january 2010

January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.
Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

raw, sensitive
comforting as ever

towerbell rings far away
i await
the sound as it rolls
into me

A DANCEHALL ON PLUTO

plutonic cans filled with pearly tea
you drink up technomusic
like injecting steroids into a violin
the strings grow muscles

and you smile like a dangerous infant
it's the elf with the papershredder teeth
eyes like butterflies caught in lightbulbs
anxiously happy explosions of vowelshaped flowers

the plants with skins of meat swirling
from your topaz arms into a tantric pylon
it's cold outside the dancehall
a dreamless world without oxygen

so stay in and dance
a hole trough the roof of the roof of the roof
you'll be a birthdaypresent
listening to the sliding ribbon inside a box

waiting till some child on earth
discovers you.

GOING IN CIRCLES :

the positions change
in a cyclical fashion
pay attention to
the immaterial currency
called desire


letting the light in
opening the birthcanal of your soul
 the stringriver of images will flow
they will come flashing out of your mouth

hall of mirrors vibrate on a fingerprint
a reflection of touch
the ghost in the rain is it's own umbrella of transparence
whispering cold sounds that drum down on leather shoes

a pianokey is a fallin tower in slowmotion
you crush down with your porcelain finger
it's voice widens and touches every object
in an empty room

what is waking up from a dream
a shudder of light that escapes from the eyes
time sliding backwards, speeding up into reality
the softness of your breath becoming hard as ...

you cough up the shape of a planet .

a dark anemone
started glowing
under a sea of firework

x (happy new year !)  x