sweaty crease 18

Play, unknowingly.

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John Martyn - Don't Want To Know
pressed in 1973





































and i don't want to know 'bout evil
only want to know about love
i don't want to know 'bout evil
I only wanna know about love


sometimes it gets so hard to listen
hard for me to use my eyes
and all around the cold is glistening
making sure it keeps me down to size

and i don't want to know 'bout evil, only wanna know about love
i don't wanna know one thing about evil, only wanna know about love

i'm waiting for the planes to tumble
waiting for the towns to fall
i'm waiting for the cities to crumble
waiting till i see you grow

yes, it's getting hard to listen
hard for us to use our eyes
'cause all around the gold is glistening
making sure it keeps us hypnotized

and i don't wanna know 'bout evil, i only wanna know about love
i don't wanna know about evil, only wanna know about love

i don't wanna know anything 'bout evil, only wanna know about love
i don't wanna know about evil, only wanna know about love

i don't want to know about evil, i only wanna know about love
i don't want to know anything about evil, only want to know about love



















"There is nothing, basically. I mean it quite literally.

But then how do things emerge? Here, I feel a kind of spontaneous affinity with quantum physics, where you know, the idea there is, that the universe is a void but a kind of positively charged void and then particular things appear when the balance of the void is disturbed. And I like this idea of spontaneously very much, that the fact that it's not just nothing - things are out there. It means something went terribly wrong. That, what we call creation is a kind of a cosmic imbalance, a cosmic catastrophe. That things exist by mistake. And I'm even ready to go to the end and to claim that the only way to counter act is to assume the mistake and go to the end. And we have a name for this, it's called 'love.' Isn't 'love' precisely this kind of a cosmic imbalance? I was always disgusted with this notion of 'i love the world, universal love...' I don't like the world. I dont know - basically I'm somewhat in between 'i hate the world or i'm indifferent towards it.' But the whole of reality, it's just it, it's stupid. It is - out there. I don't care about it. Love for me is an extremely violent act. Love is not 'I love you all.' Love means I pick out something. And, it's again, this structure of imbalance. Even if this something is just a small detail, say a fragile individual person, I say 'I love you more than anything else.' In this quite formal sense, love is evil."
- Slavoj Zizek (cut)

Day Nineteen - Hagiology

Ennio Morricone - Pazuzu
pressed in 1977



















- especially important is that we'll need to avoid conversations with the demon. we may ask what is relevant but anything beyond that is dangerous. he is a liar. the demon is a liar. he will lie to confuse us. but he will also mix lies with the truth to attack us. the attack is psychological, damien...and powerful. so don't listen to him. remember that - do not listen.
- I think it might be helpful if I gave you some background on the different personalities Regan has manifested. So far, I'd say there seem to be three. She's convinced that she's -
- there is only one.

...

- Why this girl? It doesn't make sense.
- i think the point is to make us despair. to see ourselves as animal and ugly. to reject the possibility that god could love us.




























- You son of a bitch! Take me! Come into me, goddamn you! Take me, Take me! (cut)

sweaty crease 17

Dare to Truth and Play?

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Handsome Boy Modeling School - The Truth
pressed in 1999




















































go...
go, to the mountain if you must

go to the burning bush
happy, would ease your troubled mind
i'd be prepared to stay behind

i know you better, than you think I do
don't worry dear, this is why I fell in love with you
the man in the looking glass
is looking back at you at last

you can't hide from the truth because the truth is all there is
you can't hide from the truth because the truth is all there is
you can't hide from the truth because the truth is all there is
you can't hide

if happy times are too few and far between
it's a pity dear, we can't erase the things we've seen
so disappear, vanish if you wish
just go before you're swallowed up by bitterness

and the truth is you can't hide from the truth
and the truth hurts because the truth is all there is
I realized some time ago
that I would have to let you go

it may not be true to say, that you'll return one day
but in your present state you may as well not be here at all
you wear a thin disguise, it's from yourself you hide
just take a look at us, we are heading for a fall

...
Now presiding in this court of hip-hop
Justice, my rap forté
Is judge, jury, bailiff and prosecutin' D.A.
Cet, ceteris paribus
My modus operandi
It's carpe diem whether de-facto or dejure
Comprende?
The people versus, you ain't a sensi
Teaching that style of word-play
Weaker than wednesday
Regardless of what your friends say
They're all dissable
Stricken from the record and deemed inadmissible
While this long arm of the law grabs a mike to
Shoot dope lines first and ask questions later
The death sentences of this live litagator
Close the case tighter than the jaws of a gator
Stenographer, the steady log in, the jargon
Let your counselors a-barkin' in hopes of a plea bargain
But when you read back verbatim what they're saying to persuade them
They realize exactly how I played them
I come with
The truth, whole truth and nothing but
'Cause the truth hurts just as much as fuckin' with Live will
I brew skill with re-fills from now until
Plagerizing MC's get their flows distilled

...
mbaby I won't die without you by my side
as long as you return, into these arms that burn
mbaby I won't die just take a look inside
into these eyes that burn, come to these arms that yearn

I won't die if you leave me high
I won't die if you're not by my side
and the truth hurts because the truth is all there is
and the truth hurts because the truth is all there is

you can't hide from the truth cause the truth is all there is
you can't hide from the truth cause the truth is all there is
you can't hide from the truth cause the truth is all there is
you can't hide from the truth cause the truth is all there is
you can't hide from the truth because the truth is all there is
you can't hide from the truth cause the truth is all there is
you can't hide from the truth
beause the truth is all there is




















Each person who ever was or is or will be has a song. It isn't a song that anybody else wrote. It has its own melody, it has its own words. Very few people get to sing their song. Most of us fear that we cannot do it justice with our voices, or that our words are too foolish or too odd, or too honest.
- Neil Gaiman (cut)

Day Eighteen - Feralis, Pantera

Nouvelle Vague - Marian (cover, Sisters of Mercy)
pressed in 2004


















Consider Kafka's Hunger Artist. Starved for attention and food, his fasting is his art. In protest, he hones a taste and civility so fine that he cannot eat at all.






And so proud is this Hungerkünstler, that he displays and sings his finery and taste for all who care to listen and see.

"in a sea of faces, in a sea of doubt
in this cruel place your voice above the maelstrom
in the wake of this ship of fools, i'm falling further down
if you can see me, Marian, reach out and take me home

i hear you calling Marian
across the water
across the wave
i hear you calling Marian
can you hear me calling you to save me, save me, save me from the grave

Marian
Marian

there's a weight above me
and the pressure is all too strong
to breathe deep, breathe long and hard
to take the water down and go to sleep
to sink still further beneath the fatal wave
Marian i think i'm drowning
this sea is killing me

i hear you calling Marian
across the water
across the wave
i hear you calling Marian
can you hear me calling you to save me, save me, save me from the grave

Marian
Marian
Marian"

Eventually, the Hungerkünstler is buried under the straw on which he lived and is replaced by a young panther.













This noble body, equipped with everything necessary, almost to the point of bursting, even appeared to carry freedom around with it. That seem to be located somewhere or other in its teeth, and its joy in living came with such strong passion from its throat that it was not easy for spectators to keep watching.
- Ian Johnston (translated, cut)

sweaty crease 16

Plunge and play.

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Everclear - Heroin Girl
pressed in 1995







































i used to know a girl

she had two pierced nipples
and a black tattoo
we'd drink that mexican beer
we'd live on mexican food
yeah
i wish I could go back
yes, back in time

esther used to be the kind of girl that you would never leave
yeaheeahe
she'd do anything to give me what i need for my disease
she'd do anything
i can hear them talkin' in the real world
yeah, but they dont understand
that i'm happy in hell with my heroin girl
yeah, with a heroin girl

esther used to be the kind of lover you would never leave
yea!
agh!
she'd do anything to give me what i need for my disease
she'd do anything
i can hear them talkin' in the real world
yeah, but they don't understand
that i'm losing myself in a white trash hell
lost inside a heroin girl
yeah, with a heroin girl

yeayeayeayeayeayea

they found her out in the field about a mile from home
her face was warm from the sun but her body was cold
i heard the police man say just another overdose
just another overdose!

esther used to be the kind of lover you would never leave
yea!
agh!
she'd do anything to give me what i need for my disease

she would do anything

Day Seventeen - Happy St. Patrick's ♣

Roisin Murphy - Let Me Know
joey negro destination boogie dub
pressed in 2007


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sweaty crease 15

Play (Thru).

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Passport - The Cat From Katmandu
pressed in 1972

Day Sixteen - Suns and Khepers

Block 16 feat. Jon Lucien - Morning Sun
pressed in 2001




















One folds to see. These paper shapes are eyes.


















What to do for ears? Or trunks?





















Dung beetles roll balls of fecal matter and move them in straight lines away from larger dung piles. The dung beetle lives off the nourishment contained in these rolled balls of fecal matter. In Kafka's Metamorphosis, a cleaning lady affectionally calls post-transformation Gregor an 'Alter Mistkäfer' or 'old dung beetle.'

























In ancient Egyptian mythology, the dung beetle is associated with the sun god Khepri who moves the sun across the sky. The god Khepri or Kepher (dung beetle or scarab, hieroglyphically) was believed to push the sun 'into being' from the underworld and thus is associated with the dawning sun. The name Kheper means 'come into being' and with his kepher scarab head he pushes the sun across the sky and safely through the underworld at night so that day can shine anew with morning sun.
















The origami man - the figure who folds himself up into space and disappears. - Clive Barker (cut)

sweaty crease 14

Un juego diferentissimo.

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Gotan Project - Diferente
pressed in 2006






































en el mundo habrá un lugar
para cada despertar
un jardín de pan y de poesía


porque puestos a soñar
fácil es imaginar
esta humanidad en harmonía

vibra mi mente al pensar
en la posibilidad
de encontrar un rumbo diferente

para abrir de par en par
los cuadernos del amor
del gauchaje y de toda la gente

qué bueno che, qué lindo es
reírnos como hermanos
porqué esperar para cambiar
de murga y de compás.



















Only in dreams, in poetry, in play, do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.
- Julio Cortazar (cut)

Day Fifteen - Uncanny (Unheimliche)

Nancy Holloway - Hurt So Bad
pressed in 1967





























I know you
don't know what I'm going through
standing here looking at you

well let me tell you that it
hurts so bad
it makes me feel so bad
you know it hurts so bad to see you again

like needles and pins
people say, "you've been making out okay"
"he's in love don't stand in his way"

but let me tell you that it
hurts so bad
it makes me feel so bad
it's gonna hurt so bad, if you walk away

why don't you stay and let me make it up to you
stay, I'll do anything you want me to
you loved me before
please love me again
i can't let you go back to her
please don't go
please don't go

oh dont go now baby
you know it hurts so bad
don't make it hurt so bad
i'm begging you please

please don't go
please don't go
oh! no, no, no, no, no
you know it hurts so bad
don't make it hurt so bad
i'm begging you please

please don't go
please don't go
no, no
you know it hurts me so bad
don't make it hurt me so bad
i'm begging you please
















You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
- Franz Kafka (cut)

sweaty crease 13

Double, Play.

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Mario Biondi & The High Five Quintet - A Slow Hot Wind
pressed in 2006
















her gaze
swept over me now
a slow hot wind

some days
it's too warm to fight
a slow hot wind

there in the shade
like a cool drink waiting
she sat with slow fire in her eyes
just waiting

some days
it's too warm to fight
a slow hot wind











"We learn nothing from those who say: ‘Do as I do.' Our only teachers are those who tell us to ‘do with me,’ and are able to emit signs to be developed in heterogeneity rather than propose gestures for us to reproduce. There is no ideo-motivity, only sensory-motivity. When a body combines some of its own distinctive points with those of a wave, it espouses the principle of repetition which is no longer that of the Same but involves the Other—involves difference from one wave and one gesture to another, and carries that difference through the repetitive space thereby constituted. To learn is indeed to constitute this space of an encounter with signs, in which the distinctive points renew themselves in each other, and repetition takes shape while disguising itself. That is why there is something amorous - but also something fatal - about all education."
- Gilles Deleuze (cut)






















Audrey Bergounioux - Plage

Day Fourteen - How Many Joke(s)?

Michael Jackson - You Rock My World (acapella)
pressed in 2001






















R and M, two lovers, arrange to meet at a masked ball. Once there they skip into a hidden corner, embrace and fondle each other. Finally, they both pull down their masks and surprise! R finds that he is embracing the wrong woman, that she is not M, and M also finds the other person is not R but some unknown stranger.












Three men drinking at a bar. The first says, 'The worst thing happened to me this morning. I went to the travel agent's office and instead of saying 'Can I have two tickets to Pittsburgh?' I said, 'Can I have two pickets to Tittsburg?'' The second man turns to the first and exclaims, 'oh that's nothing! This morning at breakfast, instead of saying to my wife, 'Can you please pass the sugar, honey?' I said, 'You filthy bitch you ruined my life.'' The third man threw back his drink, wiped his mouth, turned to the two men and said, 'oh that's not even nothing. It happened the worst for me. For today at breakfast, instead of saying to my wife 'You filthy bitch you ruined my life,' I said, 'Can you please pass the sugar, honey?''


i don't think they're ready for this one.
dark child. i like that.

my life
will never be the same
cause girl, you came and changed
the way I walk
the way I talk

i cannot explain the things I feel for you
but girl, you know it's true
stay with me
fulfill my dreams
and I'll be all you'll need

oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, it feels so right (Girl)
i've searched for the perfect love all my life (All my life)
oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, it feels like I (Like I)
have finally found her perfect love is mine (See, I finally found, come on, girl)

you rocked my world, you know you did
and everything I own I give (You rocked my world)
the rarest love who'd think I'd find
someone like you to call mine (You rocked my world)

you rocked my world, you know you did (Girl)
and everything I own I give (come on, girl)
the rarest love who'd think I'd find
someone like you to call mine

in time I knew that love would bring
this happiness to me
i tried to keep my sanity
i waited patiently

girl, you know it seems
my life is so complete
a love that's true because of you
keep doing what you do

oh, oh, oh, oh, who'd think that I (Oh)
have finally found the perfect love I searched for all my life (Searched for all my life)
oh, oh, oh, oh, who'd think I'd find (Whoa...oh...oh...)
such a perfect love that's awesomely so right (Sooo, girl)

you rocked my world, you know you did (Come on, come on, come on, come on)
and everything I own I give
the rarest love who'd think I'd find (Girl)
someone like you to call mine (You rocked my world)

you rocked my world
and everything I own I give (Girl, girl, girl)
the rarest love who'd think I'd find
someone like you to call mine (Girl)

you rocked my world, you know you did (Oh)
and everything I own I give (You rocked my world)
the rarest love who'd think I'd find
someone like you to call mine

you rocked my world (Oh...), you know you did
and everything I own I give (To rock my world)
the rarest love who'd think I'd find
someone like you to call mine

girl, I know that this is love
i felt the magics all in the air
and girl, I'll never get enough
that's why I always have to have you here (hoo!)


In going through the fantasy we do not learn to suspend our phantasmagorical productions - on the contrary, we identify with the work of 'our' imagination even more radically, in all its inconsistency - that is to say, prior to its transformation into the phantasmic frame that guarantees our access to reality. (Be careful with the notion that feminine subjectivity finds it easier to break the hold of fantasy, to 'traverse' its fundamental fantasy, than masculine subjectivity. This would mean that women entertain towards the universe of symbolic semblances/fictions the attitude of cynical distance. "i know that the phallus, symbolic phallic power, is a mere semblance, and the only thing that counts is the Real of jouissance." This is, of course, the well-known cliche about women as subjects who can easily 'see through' the spell of symbolic fictions, ideals, values, and focus on the hard facts - sex, power, etc - that really count and which are the true desublimated support of sublime semblances]. Such a cynical distance does not amount to 'traversing or going through the fantasy,' since it implicitly reduces fantasy to the veil of illusions distorting our access to reality 'as it really is.' In contrast, one should insist that the cynical subject is the one who is least delivered from the hold of fantasy.)
- Slavoj Zizek (cut)