Paco, las perlas de tu boca eran silencios embarazados

 
 
       It was my last year in high-school – code name in old spanish’s studying system: COU – which is mandatory only if you’re planning to go to university.

What the hell was I still doing there?!! I cannot tell, but I clearly recall I had decided not to go to university and do a 3 year image module instead. For me it was then cristal clear I wanted to understand and be able to decypher the surrounding world of images. So… I spent the best part of the year smoking joints, fucking, playing volleyball, tripping to the beach and… writing… in no particular priority order :P

Through high-school I met all kind of “teachers”, from the professional ones that took everything seriously and were very disapointed at my waste of potential, to Hitler worshippers, dubious yet very friendly and lived bisexual beings, unbearable little dump smelling mouth rats, to the ones who wanted to be cool, the cynical old masters trying to get to retirement as sane as possible or the ones who didn’t give a fuck.

Paco was neither of those. He instructed language and literature; at the time we used to make fun of him, specially his inability to pronunciate the “r”; so we recite this paragraph of a poem the pearls of your mouth. Paco was from a village that is commonly regarded in Spainish culture as the place where brutish people are borned and thus many jokes start with someone from this village: Lepe.

Irony from the destiny, through my 5 years (I failed one) of HS public study, Paco was probably the only grown guy who understood me and respected me. At the time I was too dazed and confused to see that, but after 20 years – I must now have the age Paco had when I was his student – it is touchingly evident how this guy influenced me.

For starters he talked to me and listened to me, Paco also understood that part of being a teenager is breaking rules, questioning authority, trying new things and so on, so he was pretty flexible about some clowning and some joking during his classes, from time to time he would also engage the hormonal mayhem which was puzzling to say the least. In one of our talks I told him I had zero interest whatsoever in his subject matter, I also confessed that I didn’t really know what I was doing there. He was an awesome humble guy and as such he didn’t take what I told him as something personal, instead he proposed me a deal: You like to draw and write poems and stuff don’t you? So you can come to my classes and do whatever you want as long as you don’t disturb the others. Of course I cannot pass you, but if you change you mind you can study during summer and go to September exams.  

And so I had a warm place where I would spent several hours a week drawing intricate nightmarish stuff and writing many many popoozas. Since recently I have been going through all of them (thousands of pages) and must say, most of it is so obnoxiously repetitive, nonsensical or full of agony, formal yet chaotic and… a search, a search for my own code, my own language, a search for answers and the meaning of dreams, unstable emotions, overwhelming passions… and off course the unknownable… that is not worth even reading. And despite this fact, at the time, Paco was always very curious of what was going on in my little notebooks, ja ja ja. Almost at the end of the year he even offered to proofread them and give me feedback and so he did. He corrected ALL of my orthographic mistakes and took little humorous notes with a very light pencil. Paco didn’t say I like this or I don’t like that, intead he pointed out some writers I might be interested and just underlined some parts.

 

That (have to refrain from crying as you would not see my beautiful shiny tears) touched me beyond anything I can express, despite all the shitload I was going through I had a clear goal to achieve. I spent the whole summer studying, no beach, no friends, no parties… not easy to do if you’re turning 18!!! I was a devoted studious disciple of the spanish grammar… and of other disciplines. Aunt Rosa (she’s not really my aunt but a cool friend of mum’s whose hair is made out of fire and whiskey) helped me immensely too. In september I passed ALL of them. But in the language test I made a mistake that would have failed me with anybody else… I had to analyse a phrase and I mistook it. Funny enough this guy from the brutish cradle of Spain, so they say, understood that even though I had not correctly identified the type of phrase, I did analyse my mistake correctly and so it was not as important that I just accumulated knowledge as was that I knew how to use it =)

Today I am fully conscient that without me knowing it, Paco was a real teacher, he didn’t taught me with words, he planted seeds to grow in the future, now. I started to write when I was maybe 8 or 9, but since that last year at high-school I’ve been trying to write more freely, more true, more passionate and yet consciously. I knew then, after that year, that images and words, sounds and silences, all are part of a dainty ever-growing and whole pervading language.

Today is almost twenty years later and although I don’t even recall his surname I am plenty grateful that LIFE crossed our paths. I must be now the age Paco was when I was his student and I would underline those same loose lines, part of them run below -)



Te presentas en negro tintada,
atrapas mis ojos
y del corazón alado,
encerrado en la infinita abertura
que es su boca,
los labios rellenos de labios.

Tu lengua es la lengua del tiempo
cultivando;
hace mella en mi boca
eternamente humedecida
por el roce de esos labios.
Marfil choca marfil,
dedos de piel,
calor líquido…
…hombres luchando.

Tus hirientes dientes clávanse en mi yugular,
chorros de tinta,
baluarte e infierno en mis poros,
el color del olvido eterno y frutálico,
una memoria oxidada,
un conducto hepático dañado,
una ducha de sangre y vísceras.

Y es mareo el camino hasta-laverno,
como nube verde, paladar rojo,
gritos de auxilio al filo del abismo.
Fría y cortante noche de invierno,
de tu mano que es estéril recojo
las semillas mías… de paludismo

 
• • •
 

Como en un río, la palabra de amor fluye…
desde su nacimiento inquieto y goteante.
Mil hojas en un sólo viento
mil lágrimas en una pena sola.

Veo llover en tus ojos
llenos de peces ingenuos.
Soy lago y soy pez,
una ración de pena,
el llorar diseccionado…
en símbolos de piedra.

El tañir de una campana en el desierto,
metálica sombra profunda de deseo,
sonidos besándonos con su rostro líquido
los párpados.

Te huelo,
te siento por dentro
té frío Don Simón.

La acelerada caída del telón
con imágenes encadenadas a gritos
tropiezan con el aire…
es la sombra donde nos ocultamos
del miedo, en su forma de serpiente.

La mente que encarcela
los sentimientos,
en un talud de dolor,
es el mar que no cesa
golpear eterno
de sí mismo contra el sol.

de nuevo empaparé mis palabras
en el enorme perdón.

 
• • •
 

Moldeando su cara,
así me lo encontré,
infinitas son las posibilidades
en el lago de tus ojos

Alivia de tu carne el dolor
para que la herida nunca sane,
perdido en la tempestad sé
de unos labios que me darán la calma

Gris plomizo para un sabor
cementado en boca de plástico,
mastigadas palabras como castigo
al abandono del placer sentido…
Inteligible parece el cántico
orquestado sin alma ni motor

Inocuo lagrimeo contorsionado
en el pálido rostro falaz,
me encuentro buscando la verdad
en tu tenebrosa selva sin claros

 
• • •
 

Bajo un tremendo dolor
se oculta un infinito placer,
tras la oscura cortina
todo lo abarca
tu sonrisa… feliz

¿Quién maneja
las ruidosas cadenas
con las que la noche
ata mi locura?

Cuelga el teléfono
dime… ahora… cuánto!
Cuelga tus sentidos
del perchero de mi alma;
te llevaré por un viaje,
arrancaré los paisajes
maravillosos, que en tu interior
se forman cada amanecer

 
• • •

 
Mis deseos todos
en un punto concreto encadenados,
futuro en lo que somos
de presente aplazado

¡¡Turbinas de carne por
hélices de piel!!
Oscuras pero lustrosas partes por
la unidad que siembran en un ser

La llama encendida
de la llama apagada hermana,
una ostenta la vida,
la otra es un recuerdo en la nada.

El sol padrino de tantos,
la luna en los tanatorios;
la mentira y cerrojazo,
su certeza en vomitorios,
señor!!

 
 
PS
… and BTW ¡¡¡VIVA LEPE!!!!

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Scams through humor, tests and loose ends… again

 

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                Halubiduuu flufluflu flu flux?!!!

I like to buy and sell used stuff, I also like to fix things. The good thing of internet is that you can get in contact with people who otherwise you would never knew existed and likewise. The part I enjoy more it is simply meeting with people face to face and sometimes get to know what’s their story. I met some interesting characters, some talk more, some are in a hurry, some are more… to the business’ side. Anyway for the last couple of months I’ve been selling loads of stuff…

From time to time a lost soul (and is always a girl, just stating the facts) crosses my path and starts the weirdest “comunications” possible, asking for things – here I must say that everything I sell is well documented (with detailed specs and plenty of pics) and I try to be as straightforward as possible regarding details in the state of my goods and transaction operation – and displaying and absolute uncertainty about almost everything. I’ve learnt that instead of getting mad I can have fun… So with this nagging “costumers” I put to use my twisted sense of humor. In this particular case I’m selling a film camera and a lens which, again, are all documented enough in the add.

But this girl decides that she needs more (there are other “symptoms” that help tracking the species ) and as she asked me for more photos, I took the one above… and had a bit of a LOL gerol blast +)

Pity that they never answer back… not even with a little insult or something, ja ja ja


FBI_scam

But it is so many levels of humor going around; today I’ve received this FBI email. Of course it’s a scam, and one not very well done. Anyway another fun moment of the quotidian virtual life :P

 

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Lex y Piter 

 
 

impromptu poetics by ?lexi

oscuras son las sombras
que manejan tu cuerpo
como nidos de abejas
oscuros son los dias
que festejan tu mirada
sin darse cuenta
sin darse cuenta
de que oscuras son las luces
cuando se miran a si mismas

 
 

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Youtube, like the church, also siding with the money pips. Couldn’t care less

 
 

To finish this puke-post up – and I know you like it – a couple
of three little video bugs, yeahhhh!!!

 

-0 -0 -0 But before that, children cover your ears please 0- 0- 0-

 

 

If you are João from GrooveTV, listen well buddy: FUCK YOU, I really hope for your health’s good standing that LIFE doesn’t cross our paths again, you piece of shit little coward cunt!!!

If you are everybody else… just get away from this… cancer of human being

joaoGROOVEcunt

 
 
 
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Now, muchi better… the videos

Tests of Nick Driftwood‘s NEBULA T8 patch for GH2

1 – 24H ISO 3200 (de)noise study
2 – HBR ISO 6400 (de)noise study
3 – 24H harsh grade test

SOUNDTRACK
Remix of Elliott Smith + LOREAK OST + Teemid – Crazy feat. Joie Tan (Gnarls Barkely Cover) + Noah + PMJ

Big Thanks to Vitaliy and all people who worked on this and made it possible, specially Nick Driftwood
Also to Cu Selur, creator of Hybrid

Personal View thread
goo.gl/0ea2R1

 

Grand merci a DEV and Karma

The song is Dev’s:
A girl who’s waiting on a boy… then they meet and hang around all happy =)

BTW if you reading this Karma, I have Dev’s DVD burnt since some time now… so we “have” to meet and drink and laugh just because of this ,-) je je

 

 


Shaky SOC (straight out of camera) footage test of
The End NR4 patch for GH2 by Apefos
More info at PV forums – http://goo.gl/XeeZGS

SOUNDTRACK
Colin Stetson – The Stars In His Head (Dark Lights Remix)
New History Warfare Vol.2: Judges – 2011 LP

Big Thanks to Vitaliy and all people who worked on this and made it possible

 

Now I can go back to my indesign project,

 
 

gashô    

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ANIMALIPSTICK • II ( 3 short animations once a month)

 

YELLOW VIETNAM

 

Emma De Swaef / Marc James Roels • Oh Willy… • 2012

 

Credits:

Directors: Emma De Swaef / Marc James Roels
Screenwriters: Emma De Swaef / Marc James Roels
Producers: Ben Tesseur / Nidia Santiago
Production Manager: Nidia Santiago
Co-producers: Jean-François Le Corre /Mathieu Courtois / Arnoud Rijken / Michiel Snidjders / Christphe Mazodier
Assistant Director: Marianne Chazelas
Animators: Andreas de Ridder / Alice Tambellini / Steven De Beul / Emma De Swaef
Music & Foley: Bram Meindersma
Sound Editor: Bram Meindersma
Director of Photography: Marc Roels
Editor: Dieter Diependaele
Production Designer: Jean-Marc Ogier
Special Effects: Raphaël Thibault, Chris Mascarello
Sound Mixer: Jeroen Nadorp
Main Production Company: Beast Animation
Co-Production with: Polaris Film Production & Finance / Vivement Lundi / il Luster Productions

 

Marie Paccou • Un jour • 1997

 

Credits:

Director: Marie Paccou
Writer: Marie Paccou
Voice: Christine Gagneux
Producer: Claude Huhardeaux
Original Music: Matthieu Aschehoug
Vibraphone: Matthieu Aschehoug
Chello: Stephane Manent
Foley: Eric Grattepain
Mix: Emmanuel Croset
Film Editing: Marie Paccou
Sound: Fabrice Gérardi
Animation: Alexis Appert / Marie Paccou
Produced at Studios de 2001

 

Omega • 2014

 

Credits:

a film by Eva Franz & Andreas Goralczyk
sound design & music Lorenz Schwarz
production assistance Anna Gates Adam Gawel
screenplay Eva Franz
character design Andreas Goralczyk

additional stop motion animation
Andreas Grindler
Adam Gawel
Jan Eilts
Tibor Weissmar

environment department coordination Doga Cigsar

additional set and environment construction
Elenya Bannert
Jan Cordes
Hannes Gerlach
Hedi Haase
Erika Han Xue Hanson
Kairi Kuuskor
Janno Nou
Ursula Schachenhofer

additional puppet construction
Adam Gawel
Andreas Grindler
Benjamin Gillner
Oskar Klinkhammer
Pia Matthes
Juan Francisco Pedraza
Tibor Weissmar

compositing & computer animation
Eva Franz
Andreas Goralczyk

cgi rigging support
Bassam Kurdali
Nathan Vegdahl

sound recording assistance
Martin Buntz
Corinne Schlichtung

solo instruments
Theo Nabicht (Contrabass Clarinet)
Shinichi Minami (Percussion)
Rie Watanabe (Additional Percussion)

additional music loops Elmar Farchmin

additional vocals
Paula Ketteler
Hans Leo Neu

additional vocals recording
Tobias Fricke
Sonia Toepfer

 

gashô and big kiss 4

BurnetRhoades =)

 
 

previously ANIMALIPSTICK • I

 
 

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Christ the first zombie… or easter together

 
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first dog shooter POV

 
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Carla thought me how to draw a cute psychopathic vampire-lepre-clown

 
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Paulinho et Dani… and a flying computer??? must be the wine

 
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Paulinho and Edgar, from cool to coolest, the Miami Vice team from Lisbon

 
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Karma gives Paulinho a “spiritual handkerchief”, as if Pau needed it, je je

 
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’cause everything looks good on Pau and everybody’s better when next to him

 
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Edgar pretending to listen to Anet when actually thinking bout Moz-mangasS

 
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Karma if I were you I’ld immediately get away from that demented asshole

 
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*Boogie* – deaf as a stone, disproportionate as if made of clay by clumsy giant hands, noisy as an old generator, funny as hell with his silly side walks… when he’s not vacuuming the floor or thinking about doggy bitches – a real gentlemen and a pleasure to talk to :P

 

 

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… manin forgive my toxic love =)

SOUNDTRACK 
Remix of 
/// Lighting Bolt – Colossus 
from Earthly Delights (2009) LP 
/// Flavio Cucchi – Variations sur un theme de Django Reinhardt III Bourée 
/// recording of VP screaming (he said was a mantra, ja ja ja) 

 

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