Cool as Pan... :.
( Thursday, October 26, 2006 )
As part of the occult-related movie fashion I foretold, its cooming our turn to enjoy a gothic fairytale based in our favourite alcoholic and grizzly man (Not Humphrey Bogart!!! the other one), in Pan´s Labyrinth from the Mexican filmmaker Guillermo del Toro.
Now, as kind of homage, I let you the infamous Hymn to Pan by the Uncle Al.
If anyone wants (or need?) a really creepy tape recording of this, just drop a line.
Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man! My man!
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady!
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
Come with Apollo in bridal dress
(Shepherdess and pythoness)
Come with Artemis, silken shod,
And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!
Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch they wantonness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
And body and brain---come over the sea
(Io Pan! Io Pan!)
Devil or god, to me, to me,
My man! my man!
Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill!
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring!
Come with flute and come with pipe!
Am I not ripe?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp---
Come, O come!
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
All-devourer, all-begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye,
And the token erect of thorny thigh,
And the word of madness and mystery,
O Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake
In the grip of the snake.
The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
The gods withdraw:
The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne
To death on the horn
Of the Unicorn
I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!
I am thy mate, I am thy man,
Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end,
Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,
In the might of Pan
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!
~Aleister Crowley
Hail R. A. Wilson! :.
( Thursday, October 19, 2006 )
“I think I got off on the wrong planet.
Beam me up Scotty, there's no rational life here.”
-R.A.W
Buenos Aires-Argentina, 21 of october.R.A.W. - KAOS Is a countercultural event (Free and open for all) in which Indice Marmol has invited me to present a few Erisian memes, while C-316 will be presenting "Maybe Logic: The Lives and Loves of Robert Anton Wilson", a documentary featuring selections from over twenty-five years of Wilson footage, released this year.
Here I share with you a few minutes of this film. Enjoy.
For more info, go to: www.rawilson.com
What a wonderful world :.
( Monday, October 16, 2006 )
Good music and lovely girls. This is for you. =)
Night of the Museums :.
( Thursday, October 12, 2006 )
"The time is 2:22
And I hope your wish comes true"
"This Is Not A Love Song" by JULIANA THEORY
Last saturday was a very special night here in Buenos Aires, and one that other major metropolitan areas ought to take note of. It happens each year on the first Saturday of October, and it’s called la Noche de los Museos. A government sponsored cultural program which for a change, turn out to be interesting!
The idea is to open 76 of the government funded museums in town, for free, from 7 p.m. until 2 a.m. Many of these put on special surprises and presentations.
The museums span a wide range of types as well, from traditional art museums to various specialty venues (there are small museums in many government offices - so there were open exhibits at the central telephone exchange, the water department, and many others. Fascinatingly, some of these offbeat museums attracted major crowds - it was expected that there would be masses of people at the Bellas Artes museum, or at MALBA, but there was a half-block long lineup to visit the subterranean passages of the city.
In this cultural night out some comrades join me and Walpurgis to heard the Tormentos (Surf music) play the hit “con el diabolo in el corpo” in front of historic monument, and then we go to see a strange stripper doing Madonna covers in 8 bits quality with old videogames followed by a highly addicted guy who play his sampled machine with his dretz and use screams and sirens while he shout "huevos" in my face. Really poetic stuff...
The different art galleries was awesome, and it was really great to see together a wide range of weird people. You may ask, if so many people is interested in the culture by night, why we aren’t changing the museums schedules? Probably that could be a good point to start if we want to keep the Generation X away of the abundant stupidity…