Pig Shit

I recently had a lovely argument about strong characters expressing strong opinions, and how that can be harmful because it is almost always the case that they've ruled everything else out, leaving their opinion pure and strong, but not realistic, or respectful. But I love it when people are so absolute in expressing opinions,  no one's asking you to buy the whole thing exactly how it's expressed, and it's stimulating.  I kept silent as I was trying to remember a text about pig shit that was a good example. Wasn't fast enough, and the conversation turned to asses, and that beats everything. But now,about  week later, I remembered that text ,ha! Antonin Artaud, "All Writing is Pigshit" . Artaud didn't even really believe in getting rid of writing altogether, but he wanted to do way with the ways humans have grown so comfortable with, easy classifications, the irresponsible adding to the mountain of information and the hyper-literacy that has made us schizophrenic individuals:

   "All writing is pigshit and people who leave the obscure and try to define whatever it is that goes on in their heads are pigs. And those for whom certain words have a meaning, and certain manners of being; those who are so fussy; those for whom emotions are classifiable, and who quibble over some degree or other of their hilarious classifications; those who still believe in 'terms'; those who brandish whatever ideologies belong to the hierarchy of the times... those who follow paths, who drop names, who fill books with screaming headlines are the worst kind of pigs."

Antonin Artaud, All Writing is Pigshit
quote mentioned in 'on an(archy) and schizoanalysis by Rolando Perez

watch out, you're getting wanked 

© Sofia Stavropoulou 2012

My new old books. One of them could earn me a good bit of wonga

 

by my homie Mr Bagel aka Evan

link

beards hugs and penises

Morning visit to the gsa library booksale, I found a book of images from of the Book of Kells. The most intriguing image to me was this couple of blond men that I've so gracefully highlighted here. They men are holding each others beards, which form a crazy plait around their arms and between their faces. Their bodies look insane, you can't tell whether they're wearing clothes or you can see their internal organs and bones. And I don't even know what to think of the way the guy on the right is holding his leg, and the one on the left is getting his heel bitten by another blonde head.
this is just a tiny detail, it's really an overwhelming book. Trying to find some interpretations on the illustrations, I came across an online collection of male exhibitionist carvings on medieval churches.

these four carvings of couples look so awesome :

 

more more

Beckett's play, SO well acted by Rosaleen Linehan and Richard Johnson. This film is part of the Beckett on Film series.

For a long time I had belief in my freedom of choice, strength of character, and abitilty to be an evolving human being while using facebook. Considering the amount of energy I spent in just trying and constantly failing to prove that, I realised I was wrong. So in a fascist manner I killed my connection to the network, for my better good.

i am a big poet. I am a very big poet.

cat duck philosopher and alien

  

(Space 1999)

starting to stink

© Sofia Stavropoulou 2012

David Graeber on the Death of Capitalism and the immaturity of our creative thinking

Here's the article, I'd suggest listening to the audio version on top

David Graeber | Adbusters Culturejammer Headquarters

Sara Ludy's gifs

she doesn't just make gifs, here's her blog. (and three more gifs, tiled:

1 2 3)

 Images by Ignacio Torres

my first attempt ever at a romantic whatever

been thinking about how much I'd like my creative work to start being an active part of the world around it, and how I don't yet have a clue of how to do that. Ideally I'd like it to be a part of, or work towards a world that will gradually get rid of its pre-set ideas and exchange them with 'here and now' holistic reasoning. That would  be a world that takes little for granted, that truly realizes man's limits, one that can get rid of the constant denial of our own mortality and what comes along with it, and focus on our true abilities. A world that will be morally capable of the destruction of the faulted, decaying, damaging, exclusive, anti-life socio-political and economic system we've come to live by, and intellectually capable of the creative manufacturing of a new one, truly representative of our small world, holistic, honest, realistic, engaging with human nature as well as the true nature of our environment. A 'system' that will be less of a system than any other human beings have ever come up with, one smart enough to acknowledge that all Systems are problematic, that 'order' as we've come to understand it is in fact fictional, that nature itself is chaotic.
Adaptability, flexibility, Honesty, Openness, consideration, Responsibility. 


no idea exactly where me and my work will fit in with all that yet, but I know where not to go! 


llllletsssseeeeee.