Showing posts with label p-baggelboy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label p-baggelboy. Show all posts
Friday, 18 July 2008
Saturday, 7 June 2008
You're going to miss me when I'm gone
I am very excited at the moment by the new Mozza video: basically him cavorting around his LA garden with his bruised, glowering, National Front eye-candy bovver-boys (aka The Band).
Roland Barthes would have a field day with The Tambourine As Signifier in this video.
Watch how he uses it as a baton, a frame, a peephole, pacemaker, a camera-lens, a hula-hoop, a discus, a bolt of lightening (Zeus!), a flyswatter, a punching bag, a crown, a matador's cape, a ring-master's cane, a shield, a security blanket, an ersatz vagina (notice the fluttering, masturbatory fingerwork), and of course, a, um, tambourine!
Thursday, 25 October 2007
Sunday, 14 October 2007
Tuesday, 9 October 2007
Monday, 8 October 2007
Sunday, 23 September 2007
Saturday, 15 September 2007
And the scripture was fulfilled
Labels:
crucifixion,
mantegna,
p-baggelboy,
p-bro,
p-duggan,
p-jesus,
p-ma,
p-nadler,
p-snuffles,
p-switchsky,
p-therapist,
parnate-sarah,
PC Prozac,
revelations,
valium-nettesky
Saturday, 8 September 2007
A nothing we were, are, shall remain, flowering
"Since our genes were evolved primarily in societies which were much more collectivist than individualist....we evolved to create rankings and to obey them, and the modern Wannabe individualists who competes fiercely to rise up the rankings ahead of his or her 'natural' position is flouting instinct. Likewise, it is 'unnatural' for us to have so many intense attachments and loyalties beyond our ascribed tribal ones [like the blogosphere?] and to keep breaking them by achieving new ones."
(Oliver James, Britain on The Couch, p325)
Labels:
alienation,
groovy,
individualism,
p-baggelboy,
p-nadler,
p-switchsky,
parnate-sarah,
valium-nettesky
Wednesday, 25 July 2007
Punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate. Will nature make a man of me yet?
Like all great artists, before too long, Baggelboy has you dreaming, thinking and killing like him. I'm honoured to count him as one of my (virtual) friends. Although we are planning a pint at some point, aren't we Dog?
Labels:
abattoir blues,
p-baggelboy
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