Portrait Of Diana Vargas Trent By Javier Hernandez-Miyares
Click to view Diana’s Krsna Loves Kathy Photostream.
The following is a song about the anguish one feels when they are abandoned by a partner.
Cyber-Palimpsest With Stills, Video, Audio, And Psycho Haikus by Javier Hernandez-Miyares
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Click to view Diana’s Krsna Loves Kathy Photostream.
The following is a song about the anguish one feels when they are abandoned by a partner.
Film by Alejandro Lopez
Performance by Alejandro Lopez, with Alex Garcia on drums, and Javier Hernandez-Miyares on electric guitar.
yo apoyo y participo en el sexo desnudo.
en un encuentro me desmaye y me nacio una hija.
como artista nunca fui protagonista,
pero de la cama salio la jamas.
y me converti en balsero.
y ademas,
busco dinero…
o por lo menos:
atencion.
soy cubano!!!
this is my first blog composition, and if you want to perform the piece follow these instructions:
step one: click on the second vid and begin
step two: click on the stockhausen vid above it
step three: repeat step two each time the vid ends
step four: do not repeat step three after step one finishes
Notes to Performer:
Manipulate the volume control on the videos to create novelty.
Wear a smile.
This composition is dedicated to the spirit of Duchamp’s Readymades; Cage’s aleatoric sonic landscapes, and those of you that are in on the cosmic joke.
Last Sunday was a fun day for lost ships at 17 Frost. Elizabeth Devlin raised the mast, and ship ahoy T C Jester the foole filled the pool for Roberto Poveda, who sunk the cathedral of Atlantis, and drowned the Lighthouse Keepers. Alex Itin was there to CPR the drowned man.
Umberto, come here
Bravo, always ready
What does a Bolshevik do when
he dives into the Red Sea?
You don’t know what a Bolshevik does?
No, tell me
He goes splash!
Poetry Corner. Ezra Pound.
The Cantos
The whole tribe is from
one man’s body
What other way can you think of it?
The surname and the nine arts
The father’s word is compassion
The son’s, devotion
Small birds sing in chorus. Harmony
is in the proportion of branches
The gay face of spring
is set before the world
The sharpness of winter
now flees defeated
In various apparel Flora reigns
And in the euphony of the woods…
…she is hymned in song
(From Salo, by Pier Paolo Pasolini)
Canto