tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86767935793873007522024-03-12T16:41:40.249-07:00Some Dope on How the Coordinate Got All HomogenatedBlog-archive for *THE DEATH OF PRINGLE* by Justin KatkoUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-34267663583942940262012-02-27T07:11:00.007-08:002012-02-27T07:18:09.666-08:00VIA FLIM FORUM PRESSThanks to the hard work of Matthew Klane, The Death of Pringle is now available in the United States for $23 from <a href="http://flimforum.blogspot.com/">Flim Forum Press</a>. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-tIRGSJmPdMBVI2UdtZu2hfHHcsMvONnlg4_D7dfyadIRWTdrL5j2wgABBQgyxI4ibBCa1CLgkPw8nXfhywAI_WqShsZNeatT91uItBFYUR4HUE4JYHW5ZFMs-VFIi3mHIxIN5a4q98/s1600/PringleCDArt.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-tIRGSJmPdMBVI2UdtZu2hfHHcsMvONnlg4_D7dfyadIRWTdrL5j2wgABBQgyxI4ibBCa1CLgkPw8nXfhywAI_WqShsZNeatT91uItBFYUR4HUE4JYHW5ZFMs-VFIi3mHIxIN5a4q98/s1600/PringleCDArt.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-RtyMTrnH3OQe5AwAJ1Ts15yteua3k9mSt2GSuAum6tr2T6a4XXWk9fNoJC-63E7mqNDyZpWDPL6L8J8uD90k3IJ9nSC7smRhSUjsHLK8MyEFfSo1SGYZPgNYNobzNMXuHYORU6L14iI/s1600/PringleFrontCover.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-RtyMTrnH3OQe5AwAJ1Ts15yteua3k9mSt2GSuAum6tr2T6a4XXWk9fNoJC-63E7mqNDyZpWDPL6L8J8uD90k3IJ9nSC7smRhSUjsHLK8MyEFfSo1SGYZPgNYNobzNMXuHYORU6L14iI/s1600/PringleFrontCover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxW2SFhdF7fI0-oXoK7RQSaCF8HTi4S4mftMSts5e6ijs1oDxTtsq6Bg6rNSd1_02MXQ0difQZvLpCA6o4JlZCxgO6PygDGBLB1eJE2t2sJlRfwBSsTAoGhGG8enKK5UTS9V5alB8EEi8/s1600/PringleBackCover.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxW2SFhdF7fI0-oXoK7RQSaCF8HTi4S4mftMSts5e6ijs1oDxTtsq6Bg6rNSd1_02MXQ0difQZvLpCA6o4JlZCxgO6PygDGBLB1eJE2t2sJlRfwBSsTAoGhGG8enKK5UTS9V5alB8EEi8/s1600/PringleBackCover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-82539675381684762922012-02-05T16:33:00.000-08:002012-02-05T16:36:58.846-08:00The Sonic Wolken, Being All Up In It<a href="http://soundcloud.com/pocahontasmildew">SONIC WOLKEN PAGE, INAUGURATED WITH THREE TRACKS FROM 'THE DEATH OF PRINGLE'. WHAT IS GOING BEING SWEET THERE.</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-80717244211282614982012-02-03T17:40:00.000-08:002012-02-03T17:41:12.454-08:00Cover art for The Death of Pringle, American*style<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnCtFYeqOTFpdOZ5oHpPqP0VPqtvVqyBGVSCQp1k9PXxRmalI8eGSRirr2HTDh0zLBu-4P3Uujh7bI0V3PI90qgvKIfxCi4PlYEGW5yFBOqk5_fIaHW1_fm_gtuyjqAUbVDLMIxx0yBR5a/s1600/cd-art-for-cover.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnCtFYeqOTFpdOZ5oHpPqP0VPqtvVqyBGVSCQp1k9PXxRmalI8eGSRirr2HTDh0zLBu-4P3Uujh7bI0V3PI90qgvKIfxCi4PlYEGW5yFBOqk5_fIaHW1_fm_gtuyjqAUbVDLMIxx0yBR5a/s400/cd-art-for-cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705089522253278210" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-20981875607136399592012-01-17T00:52:00.001-08:002012-01-17T00:52:54.871-08:00Oh Radical Closeup<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw1i-G7rnNfGisZHBPBN3gY5CgWZbVRO0FovEJPQbBB5h0IJf8vcjkHqbaSbebHVm2OwXp4XnlMWexfx2oImhymvSTSCmK1qlMfJiiKWs3L4LTUluVNnZGSi4Az_cPAul7QWmFXN9isGqv/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-01-17+at+09.01.54.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw1i-G7rnNfGisZHBPBN3gY5CgWZbVRO0FovEJPQbBB5h0IJf8vcjkHqbaSbebHVm2OwXp4XnlMWexfx2oImhymvSTSCmK1qlMfJiiKWs3L4LTUluVNnZGSi4Az_cPAul7QWmFXN9isGqv/s400/Screen+shot+2012-01-17+at+09.01.54.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698521225561163346" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-36977352460066127432012-01-12T14:26:00.001-08:002012-01-12T14:27:23.925-08:00EARTH DIVIDED<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeK8TK14EFgmh7ZkstqEg0nvw46aCyjex_aensUXRisd8sAyAed1QTisHcic25YNXi2OpwW0-FU2x43uclwxXNHMUMoOqlhurtMjWOuC3zU2wHIjIjyrrtHoaNlHK-3zvGNYY0j_eNR78z/s1600/pringle-scatter.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeK8TK14EFgmh7ZkstqEg0nvw46aCyjex_aensUXRisd8sAyAed1QTisHcic25YNXi2OpwW0-FU2x43uclwxXNHMUMoOqlhurtMjWOuC3zU2wHIjIjyrrtHoaNlHK-3zvGNYY0j_eNR78z/s400/pringle-scatter.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696875649440004978" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-39458427022185816292011-12-31T06:08:00.000-08:002011-12-31T06:17:11.632-08:00CRYSTAL GENESIS ENCODER, 'RAPT.Maybe I've simply had too much chrome diopside, but it appears that the always-forgotten fate-cartography of the saline-proximous DUST can be nothing less than immanence within the semi-obdurate gift of SELENE, a truth we always would have known, if only we'd read between the flickering proofs of H. DRIESCH.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxd6wG49v9yOWfU-nVGSbHZHs-NfGfh5TtS2e4EcelmHL8xuTizQkDgRshU8PFL_EWr7nGckO51xx3IGljhVH65cpvEXZZSlsGhlw_ZrQhZLoWD9BrkTUU_T3ET8ZbkqJvRh2007YMeAwF/s1600/Selenite__gypsum_crystal.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxd6wG49v9yOWfU-nVGSbHZHs-NfGfh5TtS2e4EcelmHL8xuTizQkDgRshU8PFL_EWr7nGckO51xx3IGljhVH65cpvEXZZSlsGhlw_ZrQhZLoWD9BrkTUU_T3ET8ZbkqJvRh2007YMeAwF/s320/Selenite__gypsum_crystal.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692296157801999186" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-25969530135969833412011-12-28T13:31:00.000-08:002011-12-28T13:38:06.456-08:00From 2008: The Carnal Expense Account Teeters on Bankrupt at Bridge Street Books, Washington DC<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kpharris/2689382443/">Video 1</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kpharris/2689403641/">Video 2</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kpharris/2689449223/">Video 3</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-28346767261698168962011-12-17T09:10:00.000-08:002011-12-17T09:13:57.028-08:00Death of Pringle launch performance at Birkbeck College, 9 Dec 2011<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33804273?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen></iframe></p><br /><br />The book (with CD) is available now from <a href="http://www.bbk.ac.uk/cprc/publications/Veer_Publications/BurnerVeer007">Veer Books</a>. American edition coming soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-78595955140527250052009-03-04T14:00:00.000-08:002009-03-04T14:38:08.747-08:00Miscellaneous<a href="http://www.camdram.net/shows/09/theatre_festival_2009">The Miscellaneous Theatre Festival</a><br />University of Cambridge<br />11-13 March, 2009<br /><br />At which, thanks to Jeremy Hardingham, I will perform a selection from The Death of Pringle on Thursday the 12th, 7pm, in the Judith E. Wilson Drama Studio at the English Faculty.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-84483311992783712342008-12-13T21:31:00.000-08:002008-12-13T21:32:47.999-08:00Where The Action Is<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0pAwKHoxHJEz0EGn71hlxKIoh6lLp5NBIouC0w90xqgS-MqZ7K_9r8WsYVNd53tQvZTZpqQRrGzp3voIa6ffdNcf1TzH4VG171T5xQUMUW8N5U87g2DYixxs3nkLtwzKzop0YGLEdSTOJ/s1600-h/darkly.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0pAwKHoxHJEz0EGn71hlxKIoh6lLp5NBIouC0w90xqgS-MqZ7K_9r8WsYVNd53tQvZTZpqQRrGzp3voIa6ffdNcf1TzH4VG171T5xQUMUW8N5U87g2DYixxs3nkLtwzKzop0YGLEdSTOJ/s400/darkly.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279514416623108386" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-20016620864752984912008-10-13T00:59:00.001-07:002008-10-13T01:01:45.701-07:00P03M5And on a completely different note, <a href="http://plantarchy.us/P03M5/P03M5.html">This</a> should be around for some time to come...<br /><br /><a href="http://plantarchy.us/P03M5/P03M5.html" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://plantarchy.us/P03M5/home.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://plantarchy.us/P03M5/home.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-18830551185760982002008-10-11T22:55:00.001-07:002008-10-11T23:02:01.212-07:00performance at SoundEye 2008<embed src="http://plantarchy.us/katko/projects/dope/cork-performance.mp4" autostart="false" height="300px" width="340px"></embed><br /><br />3 July 2008<br />at The Other Place, Cork Ireland<br /><a href="http://www.soundeye.org/">SoundEye Festival</a><br />filmed by Daniel Ereditario<br /><br /><a href="http://plantarchy.us/katko/projects/dope/cork-performance.mp4">download video here</a> (25min, 51MB)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-12917491100804987252008-07-18T11:57:00.000-07:002008-07-18T11:58:26.041-07:00July 19: Happy Birthday Tom RaworthA Sectarian Stilt for Tom Raworth<br /><br />I've belief that from a plane <br />upon a wrecked green angle, <br />like in zoom did you then ouais <br />shut that scoping aromatic abs<br />traction of a glove all soaked <br />back across from those pictures <br />of a day/glo spangling dagger fa<br />ding up: hey collect real fist in <br />da bodacious horizontal gleam'f<br />a horde'f invisible christians,<br />and steady didst thou march with<br />out anything but just the few<br />things ya'd steady marcheth to,<br />at what cannot present the fear <br />that wholly eats the day alive.<br /><br />June 17, 2008<br />ProvidenceUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-33627270032927298032008-07-13T16:02:00.000-07:002008-07-13T16:08:59.845-07:00A Sphere Done Right: the Oceanide's VisionPANTHEA<br /> And from the other opening in the wood<br /> Rushes, with loud and whirlwind harmony,<br /> A sphere, which is as many thousand spheres;<br /> Solid as crystal, yet through all its mass<br /> Flow, as through empty space, music and light; <br /> Ten thousand orbs involving and involved,<br /> Purple and azure, white, green and golden,<br /> Sphere within sphere; and every space between<br /> Peopled with unimaginable shapes,<br /> Such as ghosts dream dwell in the lampless deep;<br /> Yet each inter-transpicuous; and they whirl<br /> Over each other with a thousand motions,<br /> Upon a thousand sightless axles spinning,<br /> And with the force of self-destroying swiftness,<br /> Intensely, slowly, solemnly, roll on, <br /> Kindling with mingled sounds, and many tones,<br /> Intelligible words and music wild.<br /> With mighty whirl the multitudinous orb<br /> Grinds the bright brook into an azure mist<br /> Of elemental subtlety, like light;<br /> And the wild odor of the forest flowers,<br /> The music of the living grass and air,<br /> The emerald light of leaf-entangled beams,<br /> Round its intense yet self-conflicting speed<br /> Seem kneaded into one aërial mass <br /> Which drowns the sense. Within the orb itself,<br /> Pillowed upon its alabaster arms,<br /> Like to a child o'erwearied with sweet toil,<br /> On its own folded wings and wavy hair<br /> The Spirit of the Earth is laid asleep,<br /> And you can see its little lips are moving,<br /> Amid the changing light of their own smiles,<br /> Like one who talks of what he loves in dream.<br /><br />IONE<br /> 'Tis only mocking the orb's harmony.<br /><br />PANTHEA<br /> And from a star upon its forehead shoot, <br /> Like swords of azure fire or golden spears<br /> With tyrant-quelling myrtle overtwined,<br /> Embleming heaven and earth united now,<br /> Vast beams like spokes of some invisible wheel<br /> Which whirl as the orb whirls, swifter than thought,<br /> Filling the abyss with sun-like lightnings,<br /> And perpendicular now, and now transverse,<br /> Pierce the dark soil, and as they pierce and pass<br /> Make bare the secrets of the earth's deep heart;<br /> Infinite mine of adamant and gold, <br /> Valueless stones, and unimagined gems,<br /> And caverns on crystalline columns poised<br /> With vegetable silver overspread;<br /> Wells of unfathomed fire, and water-springs<br /> Whence the great sea even as a child is fed,<br /> Whose vapors clothe earth's monarch mountain-tops<br /> With kingly, ermine snow. The beams flash on<br /> And make appear the melancholy ruins<br /> Of cancelled cycles; anchors, beaks of ships;<br /> Planks turned to marble; quivers, helms, and spears, <br /> And gorgon-headed targes, and the wheels<br /> Of scythèd chariots, and the emblazonry<br /> Of trophies, standards, and armorial beasts,<br /> Round which death laughed, sepulchred emblems<br /> Of dead destruction, ruin within ruin!<br /> The wrecks beside of many a city vast,<br /> Whose population which the earth grew over<br /> Was mortal, but not human; see, they lie,<br /> Their monstrous works, and uncouth skeletons,<br /> Their statues, homes and fanes; prodigious shapes <br /> Huddled in gray annihilation, split,<br /> Jammed in the hard, black deep; and over these,<br /> The anatomies of unknown wingèd things,<br /> And fishes which were isles of living scale,<br /> And serpents, bony chains, twisted around<br /> The iron crags, or within heaps of dust<br /> To which the tortuous strength of their last pangs<br /> Had crushed the iron crags; and over these<br /> The jagged alligator, and the might<br /> Of earth-convulsing behemoth, which once <br /> Were monarch beasts, and on the slimy shores,<br /> And weed-overgrown continents of earth,<br /> Increased and multiplied like summer worms<br /> On an abandoned corpse, till the blue globe<br /> Wrapped deluge round it like a cloke, and they<br /> Yelled, gasped, and were abolished; or some God,<br /> Whose throne was in a comet, passed, and cried,<br /> Be not! and like my words they were no more.<br /><br />- Shelley, <a href="http://www.bartleby.com/139/shel11614.html" >Prometheus Unbound</a>, Act 4, Lines 236-318 (1819)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-4736125711746752862008-06-02T15:15:00.000-07:002008-06-02T15:18:06.114-07:00The Contents of a Tubular DesignAshes of Pringles can designer buried in his work <br />Jun 2 12:19 PM US/Eastern<br /> <br />CINCINNATI (AP) - The man who designed the Pringles potato crisp packaging system was so proud of his accomplishment that a portion of his ashes has been buried in one of the iconic cans.<br /><br />Fredric J. Baur, of Cincinnati, died May 4 at Vitas Hospice in Cincinnati, his family said. He was 89.<br /><br />Baur's children said they honored his request to bury him in one of the cans by placing part of his cremated remains in a Pringles container in his grave in suburban Springfield Township. The rest of his remains were placed in an urn buried along with the can, with some placed in another urn and given to a grandson, said Baur's daughter, Linda Baur of Diamondhead, Miss.<br /><br />Baur requested the burial arrangement because he was proud of his design of the Pringles container, a son, Lawrence Baur of Stevensville, Mich., said Monday.<br /><br />Baur was an organic chemist and food storage technician who specialized in research and development and quality control for Cincinnati-based Procter & Gamble Co.<br /><br />Baur filed for a patent for the tubular Pringles container and for the method of packaging the curved, stacked chips in the container in and it was granted in 1970, P&G archivist Ed Rider said.<br /><br />Baur retired from P&G in the early 1980s.<br /><br /><br />Copyright 2008 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D9121SFG0&show_article=1">Source</a> - thanks HaleyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-79684800063929105002008-05-18T21:27:00.000-07:002008-05-18T22:29:25.245-07:00Full Audio RecordingSunday May 11 2008 - Brown University - McCormack Family Theater - <em>but we used the wrong microphone so most of it is distorted and not worth it unless you simply must:</em> <a href="http://plantarchy.us/katko/projects/dope/the-death-of-pringle-performance-brown-university-may-11-2008.mp3">Listen Here (48.5 MB; 35 minutes)</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-13347235173875216982008-05-15T17:15:00.000-07:002008-05-17T16:27:20.763-07:00Video Draft - May 14<div align="left"><br />Thanks to <a href="http://www.openned.com/">Openned</a> for screening this at the Foundry in London on May 14, for which occasion it was put together. <a href="http://plantarchy.us/katko/projects/dope/video-with-intro-large-web-desktop.m4v">Download (30MB)</a> or view below:<br /><br /><embed src="http://plantarchy.us/katko/projects/dope/video-with-intro-large-web-desktop.m4v" scale="aspect" width="450px" autoplay="false"></embed><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-51278621614482871942008-05-15T17:13:00.000-07:002008-05-15T17:15:03.978-07:00there be reason<a href="http://video.aol.com/video-detail/death-by-pringle/254700841">4 the varyant spellinge</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-87643185567362829252008-05-11T09:01:00.000-07:002008-05-11T09:04:05.536-07:00The ArgumentThe Death of Pringle, <br /><br />in which is related the Discursive Alignment of the Battlefield to Come. Our Story takes place in the Environs of Southern California’s Salton Sea, a World unto itself, where a Party of Alchemical Topologists and Real Bureaucrats have Launched an Imperial Scheme for World Domination. With the Power of a Mysterious 4-Dimensional Dust, an Infinite Research Grant, and a Fortified Lab Complex, these Imperial Mother Fuckers have acquired a Total Copy of Washington DC’s own Sonny Bono Memorial Park, binding it to the Interior of a Transparent Virtual Reality Sphere, and accessing, by means of this Chamber, a Fundament giving Real Physique to Architectures once Spectral. And the Roll of the Great Plan continues. A Synthetic Atmosphere of Electro-Magnetized Dust is to be installed over and around the Sea, hermetically priming this Zone for Discrete Terraformalization. Upon the Accumulation of Power to the Critical Degree, it is the Vile Mother Fuckers' Intention to Sublimate the Transparent Sphere’s Outputs into the Ontological Function of the Atmospheric Dust, saturating the newly Truncated Sky with the Pure Stuff of the Virtual. The Entire Region becomes the Augmented Total Copy of the Sonny Bono Memorial Park, scaled up Two Thousand Four Hundred and Eighty One Times its Actual Size. The Sea is converted into the Park’s Kentucky Bluegrass when the Mother Fuckers fill it full of Rotting Meat and let it grow its Own, such that this One Celestial Seed, bound in its Glowing Atmospherics, cuts its Ties to the Earth to Ever Propagate the Long Aether. The People, whom the Mother Fuckers have Tempted into Passive Alignment with Indefinite Free Lunch, must tend for Eternity the Park’s Banal Landscaping. And so goes the Evil Plan, but not unchallenged. A Pringle vested with the Power of Speech has Freed itself from the Lab Fortress, being one Pringle who has undergone Purchase and Storage, Stocked in the Laboratory as an Object of Experiment. Upon Escape, the Free Pringle brings News of the Imperial Machinations to the People. The Poets welcome this Talking Commodity and attend to its Speech; but the People, blinded by the Ease of their Freedom, fail to Listen to this Piece of their Food. It is thus that the Fate of the Commons and Autonomy itself is an Imperative Function of the Efficacy of the Poets’ Song. Will their Lyrics be well enough Advanced to Hijack the Technoitopian Scheming of the Imperial Regime? Can a Pringle really DIE?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-37441566834255380382008-05-03T20:57:00.001-07:002008-05-03T20:57:52.621-07:00re the Dust<a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/7354458.stm">The Man Who Grew a Finger</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-53808470546488254442008-04-22T22:18:00.001-07:002008-04-22T22:42:59.758-07:00Announcing...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZILWmYzMavMFZZBg9gQVcliuyBg5ZX6Qo_SZgzoHIIA1eFt3bG60DL8pGxiP9gdadh2B9iJFOaoVmxWROGk8S64NowA_HOzrAHgIF-xdwPV3A3CLuy5iN58X08DcekCu090dO0pXzI38/s1600-h/flyer-color.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZILWmYzMavMFZZBg9gQVcliuyBg5ZX6Qo_SZgzoHIIA1eFt3bG60DL8pGxiP9gdadh2B9iJFOaoVmxWROGk8S64NowA_HOzrAHgIF-xdwPV3A3CLuy5iN58X08DcekCu090dO0pXzI38/s400/flyer-color.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192312092868651186" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-79640049585093653212008-04-16T13:49:00.000-07:002008-05-17T16:19:08.861-07:00Enlightenment Song (Declaration of Evil)<embed src="http://plantarchy.us/katko/projects/dope/declaration-of-evil-v3-no-vox.mp3" autoplay="false" height="30px" loop="true"></embed><br /><br />//Instrumental Version //<br /><br /><em>Mother Fuckers:</em><br />IF WE'LL NOT FLATTEN CHIPS, <br />TILL WE DO SOMETHING DUMB, <br />LIKE CHOKE ON THE DIP, <br />WE SHLD SCRAP OUR DILEMMA, <br />WE SHLD FEED ON THEIR QUIPS, <br />WE SHLD USE THIS HERE INFINITE <br />GRANT, 2 EXTEND THE NUMB <br />STRENGTH OF OUR HOLD,<br />GET SOME GEOMETRIC REACH.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-38837322192197278952008-04-13T13:43:00.001-07:002008-04-16T13:51:35.082-07:00Lou-Ellen of the People; Boot Stomp Reprise<embed src="http://plantarchy.us/katko/projects/dope/oh-that-song-v3.mp3" autoplay="false" loop="true" height="30px"></embed><br /><br /><em>Lou-Ellen of the People:</em><br />OH THAT SONG, IT BE A RINGER, ‘N <br />I’VE NO DOUBT ITS TUNE WILL LINGER. <br />BUT WE DON’T NEED TO MAKE A MESS, <br />OF OUR FREE LUNCH ~ SO I CONFESS:<br />I WOULD RATHER SIT ‘N SING ABOUT <br />OUR DIGESTING BLESSINGS, THAN<br />REPEAT THOSE AWFUL LYRICS, <br />THEM SECULAR DIGRESSIONS.<br />WE NEED THE MUSIC IN OUR BONES,<br />‘BOUT THAT THERE AINT NO QUESTION,<br />BUT IF WE DO WHAT THAT SONG SAID, <br />IT MIGHT CHANGE OUR COMPLEXION!<br /><br /><em>Pringle:</em><br />HOLY SHIT THE BED, I PRINGLE SAID ~ <br />THAT LOU-ELLEN WITH HER POPULARITY’S <br />GONE ‘N WAY-LAID THE FREE SPIRIT. <br />LISTEN HOW THE PEOPLE CRY ‘N DROOL <br />AMEN N2 THEIR PLATES OF FRIES!<br />FUCKING HELL! WE'RE GONNA LOSE!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-91902153286835042322008-04-10T09:12:00.001-07:002008-04-13T13:48:03.663-07:00The Poets to the People; Lunch Buffet Country Radio Boot Stomp Intervention<embed src="http://plantarchy.us/katko/projects/dope/if-them-labs-draft3.mp3" height="30px" autoplay="false" loop="true"></embed><br /><br /><em>Poets</em><br /> IF THEM LABS, ALL STILTED, <br />THO A FUR PIECE YONDER, <br />BE THE PRIMARY VACUUM <br />OF THE SHIT THAT WE’VE NOTED <br />MOST THE PEOPULACE AIN’T GOT, <br />HAVING MUCH LESS PONDERED, <br />WE SHLD TAKE A LONG WALK<br />ROUND THE PIER GOING FROM <br />THERE 2 HERE AND REDISTRIBUTE <br />ALL THE SHIT WE CAN GET, LIKE <br />THE SOURCE OF STREAMING QUA<br />LITATIVE SPIT WHERE GROWS CRITIQUE.<br /><br /><em>Pringle</em> <br />YO POETS, CHECK IT OUT:<br />THE PEOPLE’VE ALL STOPPED <br />EATING; THEY BANG IN TIME <br />THEIR SPORKS UPON THE PLANES <br />OF PURE FORMICA. METHINKS <br />THEY WISH YR SONG BE KEPT<br />A-SUNG. GOOD WORK! BUT HARK, <br />WHO’S THIS? POPULAR LOU-ELLEN? <br />DOTH RISE HER VOICE ON LIQUID <br />STILTS, 2 QUELL THE PEOPLES’ WILL?<br />OH SHIT: SHE’S GOT THE INSTRUMENTAL!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676793579387300752.post-12012690032510930372008-04-03T23:49:00.000-07:002008-04-12T01:22:57.048-07:00Ode to Beauty Sapped<embed src="http://plantarchy.us/katko/projects/dope/ode-to-beauty-sapped-draft5.mp3" autoplay="false" height="30px" loop="true"></embed><br /><br /> TAKE HEED THE RISING ABSENCE <br />OF WHAT WAS THE TEMPER'D FLUSH,<br />OF THIS YOUR CHEEK, WHOSE <br />TASTE AND TEXTURE WE HAVE <br />SAMPLED AND CAN DULY NOTE <br />THE FLUSH’S DEVIATION FROM <br />THE CHARM WITH WHICH DID <br />ONCE IT CALIBRATE OUR SENSES, <br />MAKING IT IDEAL FOR SIMPLE <br />THINGS LIKE KISSES, OR PER<br />CEIVING FINITE GLINTS OF THAT <br />WHICH ONCE WAS SELF-CONT <br />AINED, BUT NOW REFLECTS IN <br />AWFUL WAYS THE TOTAL GLARE,<br />THE ABSTRACT SWAY, OF THE <br />EMPIRICAL MOTHER FUCKERS, <br />AND MOST, THEIR AUTOMATED <br />LUSTING MAKES OF WHAT WAS <br />JUST POSSESSED BY U, NOW <br />BUT A SPOIL, RAVISH’D, IN SOME <br />TUPPERWARE PYRAMID STASHED <br />BENEATH A LASER-GUIDED PILLOW, <br />FAKING TEETH 4 EXTRA ASSETS:<br />WHAT’S BEEN WRONGLY TAKEN<br />MUST BE RIGHTLY GOTTEN BACK!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0