Plastic [life] Room

My first 3 times...

Xu-Feng - The Valiant Ones

http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&file=01_The_Valiant_Ones.wma

The Gift - Makaahaa

http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&file=01_Makaahaa.wma

Hemofiliac - The Stitch

http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&file=04_The_Stitch.wma

music by [the great] John Zorn

WFMU

http://wfmu.org/wfmu.ram

THE VAST EXPANSE
I acknowledge the privilege of being alive in a human body at this moment, endowed with senses, memories, emotions, thoughts, and the space of mind in its wisdom aspect.
It is the prayer of my innermost being to realize my supreme identity in the liberated play of consciousness, the Vast Expanse. Now is the moment, Here is the place of Liberation.
Witness the contents of mind, the visions and sounds, the thoughts, as clouds passing through the vast expanse - the sky-like nature of mind. The rootedness of Being is in emptiness, clarity and awareness: unborn, unspoilt, stainlessly pure.
The infinite vibratory levels, the dimensions of interconnectedness are without end. There is nothing independent. All beings and things are residents in your awareness.
I subject my awareness to the perfection of being, the perfection of wisdom and perfection of love, all of these being co-present in the Vast Expanse. I share this panorama of Being and appreciate all I can share it with...the seamless interweaving of consciousness with each moment.
Create perfection wherever you go with your awareness. That is why this teaching is admired by artists--they sense the correctness of the response to life as creative. Life is infinite creative play. Enjoyment and participation in this creative play is the artists profound joy. We co-author every moment with universal creativity.
To bare our souls is all we ask, to give all we have to life and the beings surrounding us. Here the nature spirits are intense and we appreciate them, make offerings to them--these nature spirits who call us here--sealing our fate with each other, celebrating our love.
I am an intersecting kaleidoscope of Being in a rainbow refractive wave pattern: a corpuscle of light on the ocean...the transparency of my body with the rocks...sometimes the only way to summarize my feelings is to draw--to collapse the frenzy in my limbs enough to make a mark out of profound appreciation for my existence.
Share your presence with others, no boundaries, completely openly lovingly. Love is what makes us alive, that is why we feel so alive when we love. Service is being available to love. Life is the combustion of love. That we love ourselves here, that is the true magnificence in the mountains of being. We are constantly drawing the line between love and not love--enter into the Non-duality Zone, and all judgements dissolve in the Vast Expanse.
It's as though we are co-conspirators of consciousness--everyone, everywhere, everywhen, mixing up our openable minds. It's as though we could gather clouds in the sky and people into our lives. Like an eruption of consciousness, we discover the most important force is love. Experience yourself as the Source and appreciate every moment as perfection. Sunrise--Sunset. Thank you, Thank you, Creator, profound unstoppable connectedness of all beings, pattern to everything, most radical no-thing, the Vast Expanse.

Alex GreyAugust 22,1994

Plastic [windows] Room

A Japanese manga artist best known for his "Ge Ge Ge no Kitaro" comics.His strange monster imagery is mostly based on Yokai legends.

[W]indow[S]

http://monsterbrains.blogspot.com

http://www.astro.com

Painting by Shigeru Mizuki

Tudo o que fiz foi diferenciar a mão da tinta e a tinta do papel, resultando apenas (como vidro estilhaçado) os fragmentos, evaporando, da alma crescente, que afinal não cresce. Se da mão ao papel e da tinta para a mão existe ou não uma transposição idéias!conclusão, não me perguntem, eu não sei. Só acredito que quando atingir o grande periodo vegetativo na minha vida (se assim o quiser como tal) poderei apagar da minha podre memória, os trajectos trágicos que marcam a aceitação dos outros, especialmente daqueles que amaM(~~), consolidando todas as suas características sexuais, em relação, claro, com os outros. Nunca me tinha passado pela pobre cabeça dura.

...ed gar...

Plastic [derek] Room

"There has to be some degree, not just of unfamiliarity, but incompatibility [with a partner]. Otherwise, what are you improvising for? What are you improvising with or around?You've got to find somewhere where you can work.If there are no difficulties, it seems to me that there's pretty much no point in playing. I find that the things that excite me are trying to make something work. And when it does work, it's the most fantastic thing. Maybe the most obvious analogy would be the grit that produces the pearl in an oyster,or some shit like that."

http://kargatron.net/mp3/Derek%20Bailey%20-%20My%20melancholy%20baby.mp3

http://efi.group.shef.ac.uk/audio/eman27a.mp3

http://efi.group.shef.ac.uk/video/vbailey1.mov

music by Derek Bailey

[wAke UP!]

wAke Up call by nAked City

Plastic [vision] Room

[blur] by Pope

Good Shit, Maynard

[...]

http://magicofjuju.blogspot.com/

[Stimmwunder]

Bobby Mcferrin

"The hyperkinetic, superpersonable, wide-ranging singer, scion of a family of musicians, does more than vocalize, conduct and product music. He lives it." - Los Angeles Times

Plastic [words] Room

Jardins de cimento ----------------------

Adormeceram a terra --------------------- re-nascer

Agora é mais um lugar frio ----------------- tudo arde

Sem descanso -------------------- absoluto silêncio

...Ed Gar...

Plastic [window] Room

http://www.99rooms.com/

http://www.yhchang.com/

Plastic [words] Room

das novidades

Serenamente

esqueço o meu chapéu de côcô

Abandono o edifício

neste preciso momento passa um elefante branco

mas eu não vi

estava demasiado atento aos botões

da

minha camisa

o mundo acaba aqui.

acAbou.

...Ed Gar...

Folhas Pintadas (pag.2)

Movimento

ACORDARAM as putas das bruXas

outrora

trocavam seXo por

magia

Branca

Só a mim pra me fazerem uma

desfeita

dessas

Imperfeito

Quando [D]eus criou a terra

Esqueçeu-se

dos Dinossáurios

Finito

.

...Ed Gar...

Plastic [disinformation] Room

"The worst kind of non-smokers are the ones that come up to you and cough. That's pretty fucking cruel isn't it? Do you go up to cripples and dance too?"

"One of my big fears in life is that I'm going to die and my parents are going to have to clear out my apartment and find the porno wing I've been adding to for years. There'll be two funerals that day."

"Gays in the military . . . here's how I feel about it, alright? Anyone . . . DUMB enough . . . to want to be in the military, should be allowed in. End of fucking story. That should be the only requirement."

Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmmm . . . sounds like every commercial on TV doesn't it?"

http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&file=10__.mp3

"I love the Pope, I love seeing him in his Pope-Mobile, his three feet of bullet proof plexi-glass. That's faith in action folks! You know he's got God on his side."

disinformation words by Bill Hicks

painting by Mark Bryan

Music by A Perfect Circle - counting bodies like sheep to rhythm of the war drums

The [3 pictures] Room

nighT cleaR Blue sKy nothinG

{Black}

http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&file=22___Ken_Nordine___Black.mp3

{Blue}

http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&file=21___Ken_Nordine___Blue.mp3

{White}

http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&file=11___Ken_Nordine___White.mp3

Music by Ken Nordine - Colours {black;blue;white}

Paintings by Chris Villars

Laurie [...]Lipton

mo[+]re?
http://laurielipton.com/

[A]namorphi[C]

"Art for after hours"

www.stefanisaacs.com

www.artforafterhours.com/1002_TLS_StreetPainting.html

Cracow [Klezmer] Band

"...Passionately blending tradition and modernity with impressive virtuosity, the Cracow Klezmer Band continues to present some of the most breathtaking new Jewish music being made today..." - John Zorn, Tzadik.

http://www.elen-music.com/art047en.php http://www.deskman.nl/index.php?showimage=2

Plastic [window] Room

Window.s

http://zoomquilt2.madmindworx.com/

http://www.surrealartforum.com/artlinks.htm

Painting by: S.tep.hen So.mers

Chris [suicide] Villars

suicide 1

suicide 2

http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&file=Morton_Feldman_Voice_Violin_And_Piano.mp3

music: Mortan Feldman - Voice, violin & piano [1976]

Já não vivi em vão

JÁ NÃO VIVI em vão

Já escrevi bem

Uma canção.


A vida o que tem?

Estender a mão

A alguém?


Nem isso, não.

Só o escrever bem

Uma canção.



Poesia by: Fernando Pessoa Foto:http://www.secrel.com.br/Jpoesia/fpfoto.html

Naked City[1]

"The [first] five days and nights John [Zorn], Bill Frisell, Fred Frith, Joey Baron, and
Wayne Horvitz played and rehearsed were amazing. The first morning John
came in at 10am with the rest of the band and passed out a booklet of his
songs he had prepared. By 9pm the group had learned 25 songs and played
them for a standing-room crowd in our new space. The next morning, the
band came in, John gave them 15 new songs, and by show time they had
those down and also played some of the old material. This went on each
day. In five days they had a whole repertoire and went on a European tour
as if they had been together for years." -Micheal Dorf

mUsiCa: Hellraiser & Ujaku by nAked City

http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&file=20_Hellraiser.wma

http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&file=15_Ujaku.wma

+ Info: http://www.xtrememusic.org/features/nakedcity.html

Plastic [music] Room

http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&file=Raymond_Scott___10___Sprite__Melonball_Bounce_.mp3

music by: Raymond Scott Sprite -Melonball Bounce

+ Info: http://raymondscott.com/

Plastic [image] Room

OversoulPainting by: Alex Grey

Plastic [music] Room

The Imperial Violets

http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&file=14__The_Imperial_Violets.mp3

Plastic [visions] Room

foto by: Pope

Folhas Pintadas (pag.1)

Todo o esforço, se é que existe, tende-me sempre a falhar. cada vez mais, não... Cada vez que tento, passo a esconder-me cada vez mais. Tudo de nada vale mais que isto. Escrever é inútil. É como ter um sonho e faltar ao mesmo, ou não ter sonho e mesmo assim faltar. Eu não gosto dele. Apesar de ser inútil, vou continuar, pode ser que consiga tocar alguém, sem nunca tocar sequer. Isso vale para sempre! A perda é isso.

...Ed Gar...