FATAL VALUES »The spirit is all the greater the farther apart the contradictions it tries to console.« (Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel: Phänomenologie des Geistes) So what questions do you have? Any challenges? »And everything that’s not been admitted yet may still come about.« (Antonin Artaud: Le Theâtre et son Double) Dare me …
Dignity is to be found through despair, in mourning your losses. Everything else is vain. To admit any losses you’ll have to face defeat first. »My wound had been there before me. I was born to give it shape.« (Joe Bousquet in Gilles Deleuze: Logique Du Sens) In failing you may prove yourself worthy of who or what’s defeated you. To be reborn as your own father, mother, child, lover, and Goddess …

FATAL VALUES »The spirit is all the greater the farther apart the contradictions it tries to console.« (Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel: Phänomenologie des Geistes) So what questions do you have? Any challenges? »And everything that’s not been admitted yet may still come about.« (Antonin Artaud: Le Theâtre et son Double) Dare me …

Dignity is to be found through despair, in mourning your losses. Everything else is vain. To admit any losses you’ll have to face defeat first. »My wound had been there before me. I was born to give it shape.« (Joe Bousquet in Gilles Deleuze: Logique Du Sens) In failing you may prove yourself worthy of who or what’s defeated you. To be reborn as your own father, mother, child, lover, and Goddess …

FOR THE ASKING Our mind came to by stepping outside of itself, to look back on itself, on what and where it had been a moment ago. Since then we’re spinning and tumbling in a vertigo of wondering. We ought to be grateful. Knowledge would be the end of our mind’s mission and of our reason for being. Knowledge is death. No more challenges, no more questions. So it’s okay if you insist on staring at me. You won’t find me that way anyway …
Don’t expect me to tell you who I am. You ought to be wondering instead who and where I may be a week from now, or even tomorrow. How am I to know? It’s not about finding answers, it’s about what questions you may have … if any … 

FOR THE ASKING Our mind came to by stepping outside of itself, to look back on itself, on what and where it had been a moment ago. Since then we’re spinning and tumbling in a vertigo of wondering. We ought to be grateful. Knowledge would be the end of our mind’s mission and of our reason for being. Knowledge is death. No more challenges, no more questions. So it’s okay if you insist on staring at me. You won’t find me that way anyway …

Don’t expect me to tell you who I am. You ought to be wondering instead who and where I may be a week from now, or even tomorrow. How am I to know? It’s not about finding answers, it’s about what questions you may have … if any … 

SERENE LIKE A PRAYER Your eyes are telling me you adore me. That’s very kind of you. Kinder than most people are. I do adore myself, too, but I’m afraid the qualities I adore myself for are beyond anything you have any idea of. I hope you don’t mind my saying so. If you do then maybe you can forgive me. If not, so be it …  

SERENE LIKE A PRAYER Your eyes are telling me you adore me. That’s very kind of you. Kinder than most people are. I do adore myself, too, but I’m afraid the qualities I adore myself for are beyond anything you have any idea of. I hope you don’t mind my saying so. If you do then maybe you can forgive me. If not, so be it …  

SHOOT ME Stop staring. Staring at me as if you were interested. People been doing so since day one but nobody ever cared about me. Instead they expect me to show them who they themselves are. Usually they don’t like what they’re being shown. Makes them turn mean and hostile. Trying to correct my attitude. So stop staring, start writing your own script, shoot your own movie …

SHOOT ME Stop staring. Staring at me as if you were interested. People been doing so since day one but nobody ever cared about me. Instead they expect me to show them who they themselves are. Usually they don’t like what they’re being shown. Makes them turn mean and hostile. Trying to correct my attitude. So stop staring, start writing your own script, shoot your own movie …

DANCERS »I want to become a dream, drifting through people’s minds.« (Don DeLillo: Great Jones Street) It’s happening, Baby, the dream has taken the stage, transforming what people used to call reality. They may not like it, been comfortable with their mentholated nightmare of boredom for too long, but cats rather go down in style than suck up to losers. Not failure shall be our defeat but to survive our failure …
What do they know about grace and beauty? No matter how far and high we move beyond ourselves, true cats never are lost. Even when coming down do we rise to even greater heights. The babbling animals may fall downwards, cats fall upwards … 

DANCERS »I want to become a dream, drifting through people’s minds.« (Don DeLillo: Great Jones Street) It’s happening, Baby, the dream has taken the stage, transforming what people used to call reality. They may not like it, been comfortable with their mentholated nightmare of boredom for too long, but cats rather go down in style than suck up to losers. Not failure shall be our defeat but to survive our failure …

What do they know about grace and beauty? No matter how far and high we move beyond ourselves, true cats never are lost. Even when coming down do we rise to even greater heights. The babbling animals may fall downwards, cats fall upwards … 

TWIDDLE DE DUM Let me twiddle with your synapses, Baby. People telling you to get anything you’ll have to fight for it, they themselves concerned with nothing but cutting their costs, outsourcing anything demanding and daring to the cheapest manufacturers they can find. Stuffing themselves on junk until they’re so bloated they can’t move anymore. Stuck on their couches, nothing moving except for their fingers twiddling with the buttons of their remote control, waiting for cardiac arrest to take care of them. Let’s twiddle with their synapses, let’s blow their constipated minds: »Vider avant l’élimination …«

TWIDDLE DE DUM Let me twiddle with your synapses, Baby. People telling you to get anything you’ll have to fight for it, they themselves concerned with nothing but cutting their costs, outsourcing anything demanding and daring to the cheapest manufacturers they can find. Stuffing themselves on junk until they’re so bloated they can’t move anymore. Stuck on their couches, nothing moving except for their fingers twiddling with the buttons of their remote control, waiting for cardiac arrest to take care of them. Let’s twiddle with their synapses, let’s blow their constipated minds: »Vider avant l’élimination …«

HIBERNATING BEAUTY In moments of action, when things happen, all you perceive are the things which go wrong, feeling let down, your expectations betrayed. Much later memory will catch up with you, some unexpected echoes reaching out for you, telling you about things which had happened on the sidelines and didn’t seem worth bothering. After years of hibernating in the dark these disturbances come forth, showing you things you hadn’t been aware of back then, your mind fixed on things you longed for to happen …
These echoes are not lost. Nothing’s ever lost. Its echoes will come circling back, reaching out for you. All you have to do is be prepared, aware of and ready for whatever may not be happening at the moment, things beyond the horizon of your expectations … Stay tuned, riding the rhythm of the moment … 

HIBERNATING BEAUTY In moments of action, when things happen, all you perceive are the things which go wrong, feeling let down, your expectations betrayed. Much later memory will catch up with you, some unexpected echoes reaching out for you, telling you about things which had happened on the sidelines and didn’t seem worth bothering. After years of hibernating in the dark these disturbances come forth, showing you things you hadn’t been aware of back then, your mind fixed on things you longed for to happen …

These echoes are not lost. Nothing’s ever lost. Its echoes will come circling back, reaching out for you. All you have to do is be prepared, aware of and ready for whatever may not be happening at the moment, things beyond the horizon of your expectations … Stay tuned, riding the rhythm of the moment … 

GEM CRACK DAWN You’re quite a dresser, honey, but clothes are disposable, it’s the attitude which matters. You can’t buy it, not with money nor with anything else. Either you have it or you don’t …
By forswearing life and what you call reality I’ve stayed true to what I longed for. So don’t hand me no lines, okay? And don’t think you’ll ever break this heart of gem crack dawn. I’m gonna make you moan and gasp and shake anyway, just for the fun of it  …
Lured in by my lull-a-bye-byes made up of promises which sound like curses, and curses which sound like promises, you may close your eyes, Baby. To ride your demon you’ll have to allow for him to enter you first, to inseminate you with the seeds of your terror and your fears so you may be reborn as the creature of your darkest desires, your very own BaroqueOhCockOhScreamDreamDiva …

GEM CRACK DAWN You’re quite a dresser, honey, but clothes are disposable, it’s the attitude which matters. You can’t buy it, not with money nor with anything else. Either you have it or you don’t …

By forswearing life and what you call reality I’ve stayed true to what I longed for. So don’t hand me no lines, okay? And don’t think you’ll ever break this heart of gem crack dawn. I’m gonna make you moan and gasp and shake anyway, just for the fun of it  …

Lured in by my lull-a-bye-byes made up of promises which sound like curses, and curses which sound like promises, you may close your eyes, Baby. To ride your demon you’ll have to allow for him to enter you first, to inseminate you with the seeds of your terror and your fears so you may be reborn as the creature of your darkest desires, your very own BaroqueOhCockOhScreamDreamDiva …

DANGER ZONE The magic of music is its evanescence. Gone the moment it’s reached out and touched you. Never to be recaptured. Leaving you aching beyond words …
Same with me, Baby. The moment you’ve caught sight of me I’m gone again. The only way to bear your yearning for more is to move on out and ride the rhythm. Never to be safe, out on your mind’s cutting edge, in danger of stumbling and going down any moment …
Desire yearns for the beyond, to move on out and leave the body it’s trapped inside behind. Yearning for me you shall burn, Baby, burn … until darkness falls …

DANGER ZONE The magic of music is its evanescence. Gone the moment it’s reached out and touched you. Never to be recaptured. Leaving you aching beyond words …

Same with me, Baby. The moment you’ve caught sight of me I’m gone again. The only way to bear your yearning for more is to move on out and ride the rhythm. Never to be safe, out on your mind’s cutting edge, in danger of stumbling and going down any moment …

Desire yearns for the beyond, to move on out and leave the body it’s trapped inside behind. Yearning for me you shall burn, Baby, burn … until darkness falls …

WHEN DARKNESS FALLS There may not be any joy or pleasure as intense as the pain you’re being dealt for being alive, but you get used to just about anything, even the pain and the misery. Once they’ve become a habit, even a smile can hurt so badly it’s likely to drive you out of your mind …
That’s what being alive is about > hurt and pain. Everything else is death and deceit. So how long do you intend to keep repeating the patterns of your routines? Why not try something different? After all, where did all your smartness get you? You’ve become your own prisoner. Let’s see whether I can drive you out of your mind …

WHEN DARKNESS FALLS There may not be any joy or pleasure as intense as the pain you’re being dealt for being alive, but you get used to just about anything, even the pain and the misery. Once they’ve become a habit, even a smile can hurt so badly it’s likely to drive you out of your mind …

That’s what being alive is about > hurt and pain. Everything else is death and deceit. So how long do you intend to keep repeating the patterns of your routines? Why not try something different? After all, where did all your smartness get you? You’ve become your own prisoner. Let’s see whether I can drive you out of your mind …

GROUND ZERO Life is worth what you’re willing to give up. What once seemed to be its essence sooner or later turns out not to be worth bothering, dropped by the wayside without once looking back. The sooner you agree to let go the sooner you’ll be able to move on …
It’s your demon who makes you strong and daring enough to move beyond habit and routines, ignoring the rules of common sense. The more he’s got you terrified the more likely you are to move on out on your own …
So who’s your demon? Could it be me? Then what are you waiting for? Ride me …

GROUND ZERO Life is worth what you’re willing to give up. What once seemed to be its essence sooner or later turns out not to be worth bothering, dropped by the wayside without once looking back. The sooner you agree to let go the sooner you’ll be able to move on …

It’s your demon who makes you strong and daring enough to move beyond habit and routines, ignoring the rules of common sense. The more he’s got you terrified the more likely you are to move on out on your own …

So who’s your demon? Could it be me? Then what are you waiting for? Ride me …

TRASH Most people rely on words and images to navigate what they consider to be reality. As long as they can put labels on things they feel safe. That’s what they’re looking for, safety. Contend to be repeating what they’ve been taught to do until doom hits them …    
My eyes trained on the horizon, I slink down Desolation Avenue, dressed in jaded second-hand vocabulary. My real costume is the cold fury seething in those eyes stalking me wherever I go, dressing me up in some scream dream colors you won’t find in no designer stores. Words and images are the skins I’ve shed as I move on, my eyes trained on the horizon …

TRASH Most people rely on words and images to navigate what they consider to be reality. As long as they can put labels on things they feel safe. That’s what they’re looking for, safety. Contend to be repeating what they’ve been taught to do until doom hits them …   

My eyes trained on the horizon, I slink down Desolation Avenue, dressed in jaded second-hand vocabulary. My real costume is the cold fury seething in those eyes stalking me wherever I go, dressing me up in some scream dream colors you won’t find in no designer stores. Words and images are the skins I’ve shed as I move on, my eyes trained on the horizon …

ENTROPY #2 »Allongé, le regard au plafond, il pensait à l’avenir, c’est-à-dire à rien.« (Patrick Modiano: Une jeunesse) »He had patience even when he didn’t have hope, the long view even when there was nothing to see at the end of it.« (William Faulkner: Intruder in the Dust) »Fury in itself quiet with stagnation.« (William Faulkner: As I lay dying)

ENTROPY #2 »Allongé, le regard au plafond, il pensait à l’avenir, c’est-à-dire à rien.« (Patrick Modiano: Une jeunesse»He had patience even when he didn’t have hope, the long view even when there was nothing to see at the end of it.« (William Faulkner: Intruder in the Dust) »Fury in itself quiet with stagnation.« (William Faulkner: As I lay dying)

DISCRETION Words and images gain in power with the time you allow for them to sprout and prosper in the dark, their roots digging into the soil of your soul, connecting with the subterranean river of voices whispering in unknown tongues … 
It’s happened before: Me saying things off the top of my head, not bothering with their echo which seems to vibrate as if there’s more to what I’ve been saying. Someone else speaking through my mouth without my being aware of it. Weeks or months later something happens which makes me remember my remark from back then, bringing forth a message which seems to have been waiting for me to catch up, hibernating in those words I was using without realizing what I was saying or rather what those words were trying to tell me. As if I’d been chosen by those words to take shape in a new mind frame …
The necessity for a word, phrase or image will be born from your need, your pain will call them forth …

DISCRETION Words and images gain in power with the time you allow for them to sprout and prosper in the dark, their roots digging into the soil of your soul, connecting with the subterranean river of voices whispering in unknown tongues …

It’s happened before: Me saying things off the top of my head, not bothering with their echo which seems to vibrate as if there’s more to what I’ve been saying. Someone else speaking through my mouth without my being aware of it. Weeks or months later something happens which makes me remember my remark from back then, bringing forth a message which seems to have been waiting for me to catch up, hibernating in those words I was using without realizing what I was saying or rather what those words were trying to tell me. As if I’d been chosen by those words to take shape in a new mind frame …

The necessity for a word, phrase or image will be born from your need, your pain will call them forth …

FADE AWAY Innocence is a state you won’t know about until you’ve lost it, so life probably is not about accomplishing something but about looking back on what you’ve lost. Dropping luggage on the way to reduce the weight you’re lugging on, travelling lighter and lighter, preparing for take-off … 
Most people you meet deal you misery upon misery, chiseling away at what you believed to be or maybe hoped to become until nothing’s left but the whisperings of what you’ve lost, fading away into oblivion …
Life’s not about getting what you want but about learning to do without …

FADE AWAY Innocence is a state you won’t know about until you’ve lost it, so life probably is not about accomplishing something but about looking back on what you’ve lost. Dropping luggage on the way to reduce the weight you’re lugging on, travelling lighter and lighter, preparing for take-off …

Most people you meet deal you misery upon misery, chiseling away at what you believed to be or maybe hoped to become until nothing’s left but the whisperings of what you’ve lost, fading away into oblivion …

Life’s not about getting what you want but about learning to do without …

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY