Thursday, December 26, 2019

River Acheron circa 2017

Give me your shoulder,
attache mon dessous

Descent from the Stairs
Gather the flower
Give me your shoulder,
a clift in the Hillside

Tucked inside my gown
some basic refreshments
A coin in each cheek
The gimp beats a Donkey
In cavern Beneath
my mouth protrudes slightly

Attach my beneath
Pay through your teeth

made this song @Treignac Projet in the Summer. It's a song about dressing. The singer gets dressed for their death. They ask assistance from the listener. The flower in the hill acts like a portal into the stairway. that leads to Charon's boat.

Sunday, November 3, 2019

Thursday, October 10, 2019


On Friday night I went to see my parents. Both of them have been reading Les memoires d’Hadrien. Before going to bed we played Barbra Streisand’s A woman in love and they danced. My father remarked that he could understand why Barbra was such a gay icon, ‘because she just got everything right.’ lol.

oh yeah. I reread parts of Streisand’s wikipedia, and an interesting post anticipating the new star is born. The article pointed out that the 1976 version was full of crap dialogue and campiness:
Gaynor was ambitious as Esther, Garland less so, but driven still. And Streisand was a little bit of everything in her portrayal.

That ‘a little bit of everything’ goes a long way for Streisand, who not only executively produced this film, conceptualized its adaptation, casted, wrote songs, acted, co-wrote the screenplay, styled, etc, but constructed a complex myth of motley -ness in doing. 

"Pre-moistened Handi-wipes, fabric softener, stain remover, strawberry douche — everything for a perfect marriage kit!"
"Strawberry douche?"
"Unless you prefer apricot."

"Would you like to rub salt in your ass!?"

"I love you, Esther."
"I hate you."
"I love you."
"I hate you."
"I love you." (They kiss awkwardly.)
"I hate you."
"I love you."
"I hate you."
"I love you."
"I hate you."
"I love you."
"I love you." (Full make-out)


just seeing it transcribed like this Irigaryan statistic, it stands on its own. The leads’ lack of chemistry adds to the seventies performance-art hellishness of it all, needless to mention the self-abnegating rituals of which famous art couple… 

That description of a 'perfect marriage kit' 😟 i wisj i'd written it. Tho with Joan Didion credited as screenplay writer, I can't say I'm surprised ...

Thursday, September 12, 2019


- Meneer, ik heb geen idee hoe ik mijn takenlijst kan volbrengen, want ik heb zoveel te doen
- Nou jongen (Flaams), laat ‘s even kijken, kan ik je vertellen of we wat kunnen bedenken…
- IK HEB GEEN TAKENLIJST IK HEB GELOGEN IK BEN een pathologische leugenaar…
- Nou… ik zal je vertellen dat je op zeer ludieke wijze gebruik maakt van dit WC akoestiek, dus daszit wel goed, eh? ;)

Thursday, March 28, 2019


Far Away AquiliNE
And a
Sequin croptop from a
Vintage shop.

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

summer is coming

don't worry bout the mind,

itwill come,
once the body is in time

feel the rhythm

Fanta H


Guitars and Psycho-sex in Bongwater is the sixties extracted, ionized.., turned inside out.

In “What if?” the nightmare of the psychedelic sixties is ghosted. “What if I twisted it in like a knife, until it made you cry, until it made you lie, would you still love me?”
Maybe Lennon’s “I’d rather see you dead little girl” or some of Jagger’s mid-sixties Misogyne mantras are finally addressed in the nightmare hysteria of the pothead’s strife, i.e.. “What if I threw your carkeys in the lake.” You can hear the cackling of the bikini-clad Ann Magnuson, and the teary wet-look of the chequered-shurfer.

Twin Suffragettes emerge from a deus ex machina yellin

I ain't wearing any underwear...
I ain't wearin any underwear

   I aint wearin any underwear
   I aint wearin any underwear

obscene and pornographic art...