nothing's gonna happen without warning : May 2012

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Y miii???!!!

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Some of the days that go by should have exclamation marks after them.
Yesterday had photorealistic houses but painted flames coming from
the roofs. I saw it from up on the hill!

story: stanley donwood; pic: nataliandwarnings

clown torture-bruce nauman

Saturday, May 19, 2012

jonny:''i'm in the best band, i'm in radiohead...''

Thom: Yeah well Jonny sort of did this film thing, I don’t know when the hell that’s coming out…
Steve Lamacq: Well, ask him.
Thom [calling across the room]: Jonny. Jonny! When it’s coming out, your film thing?
Steve Lamacq: Well, here comes Jonny running across the room!
Thom [to other guests]: No, don’t everybody stop, you carry on! It’s got to be a party, remember?
Steve Lamacq: Don’t mind us, we’re just live on Radio 1, you just carry on having a good time!
Jonny: Can I help in any way?
Thom: Your fillum.
Jonny: Mmm?
Thom: Your fillum.
Jonny: Bodysong.
Thom: Yeah, that’s it.
Steve Lamacq: When’s it coming out?
Jonny: …I dunno-
Thom: It’s really good. It is actually really excellent. I mean, I would say that and he’s not even given me any money. Ahem!
Steve Lamacq: Backslappers of the world unite?!
Thom: Well, no, it’s true! It is. Anyway. When’s it out, wonderboy?
Jonny: Err… I don’t know.
Thom: It’s ‘cause you haven’t decided yet, isn’t it?
Jonny: Ummm, ermm…
Thom: It’s ‘cause you’re chicken.
Jonny: Ermmm.. yeah. *laughs*
Steve Lamacq: While you’re here, we’ve just been asked: would you ever consider a solo album, and that’s why we’re asking-
Jonny: No. Me? No.
Steve Lamacq: A film yes, an album, no.
Jonny: I’m in the best band, I’m in Radiohead, I mean, what can you do. It’s fantastic.
Steve Lamacq and Thom: Awww.
Thom: *slurping sound* Bleugh!
Jonny: You know. That’s how it is.

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Radiohead test- results

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Monday, May 14, 2012

no! stop!

oh no no no no! please!everything, but not this!

I don't think so......

Sunday, May 13, 2012

cryingminotaur&hiscreator

There's just the muffled crunchy sound of teeth grinding and scraping of boots on tarmac or something and a noise far away that maybe is someone crying or a cat and everything moves a bit in the wind but there isn't any noise of that sort of thing. There's a tape on of people talking about probably nothing important at a restaurant and a marching sound that's a bit like a lot of soldiers and a bit like a wheel rubbing against metal but it might not be a tape it's hard to tell. And everyone's run out of jokes because no-ones laughing at anything although they probably would if they had a sense of humour. Probably nothing important. Just a noise in the dark when youre half asleep something behind the curtains don't look its nothing don't look honestly its nothing. Maybe it's the town you live in making these noises or maybe it's you. Just a million mobiles and modems squawking and spluttering and hissing like piss on a fire like a million gallons of piss on an inferno just think of that eh?
Just think of that. Vertebrae being sawn apart sounds like this.

And when I opened the curtains they were taking the set away and packing up for the day, the cameras and lights turned off. The darkness replaced with striplights and and the grey skies the blind whirring of machinery.
I'd like to write a beautiful story about love:

(story: Stanley Donwood; illustration: nataliandwarnings)

Beautiful Story

I am sweating cold with all this Internet stuff and information all about.......well.......you know.......why meeeee??!!?!?!

Are you fidel? you asked. I still don't know if you were sober at that time. I don't know if it's worth the question, but I wondered. So the last time you spent in my bed, you were so fucking drunk. You were smoking while you were holding me still against my will. You were smoking and laughing while hitting me from time to time just to remember me I couldn't stop. You couldn't stop. It couldn't stop. I felt restless and helpless over the tears I shed and which I continued shading. I was taking you in but I wanted to hurt you and I couldn't. I couldn't. You hit me again and I did everything you wanted. You were satisfied. I told you I was. I was fidel. Yes. I could be it only to you, I'm quite sure- you said. I didn't care too much. I listened without answering. You didn't listen when I told you you were hurting me. I was begging you to stop. You hit me and I did everything you wanted. You were satisfied I guess. I couldn't be cariniosa. Not to you. Neither to anyone else. Not anymore. I told you goodbye and never answered on your callings again. Even though I saw you in the square last night, and you were drunk- again.

(nataliandwarnings factory)

minotaurs and psyche

the Minotaur represents our basic nature: a complex mixture of animal, god, and human. Indeed, as mentioned in my prior post, the Minotaur was spawned from the liaison of a woman and a bull, and symbolizes this coincidentia oppositorum (meeting of opposites) of feminine and masculine, creature and human, rational and irrational, spiritual and instinctual, deity and demon, good and evil. The Minotaur also embodies both fate (our biological nature) and destiny (our freedom) and the integral interrelationship between the two. But why do we find it such a dreadful image? Because to confront the Minotaur in the dark labyrinth is to confront ourselves: our fears of the unknown, our ferocious, beastly nature, our rage, aggression, sexuality, mortality, the daimonic. This self-confrontation is successfully accomplished by proceeding carefully yet courageously along one's own Ariadnean thread. The secret is that, metaphorically, we each have been given this thread to follow and lead us to our destiny-- but only if we are brave enough to do so.

Fundamentally, the Minotaur represents the primal fear of the unknown. Fear of the unknown is deeply-seated in the human psyche. It appears to be a genetic inheritance geared to guard and preserve our tenuous survival in a potentially dangerous universe, in much the same way as our biologically-rooted "fight or flight" response. Developmentally, all infants predictably pass through a brief phase of "stranger anxiety," and children a fear of the dark, a direct manifestation of this innate dread of the unknown. While we eventually more or less outgrow this stage, learning to trust, we never completely leave behind our instinctual fear of the unknown. Anxiety is one way we adults still experience this primitive fear. Indeed, it could be argued that anxiety is the subjective experience of the threatening unknown, whether we are facing or avoiding it.