" Is this seat taken?" opening; Sunday 7th December

Hello friends,

I'm writing to let you all know about the Zaishu Amsterdam exhibition opening this Sunday, which we have been working hard on for the last few months. Zaishu is an Australian-designed award-winning slot together seat/table. The project " Is this seat taken?" sees the furniture being used as a canvas by a diverse selection of international artists.

Painting, stencils, collage, tattoo designs, burning, silkscreen and tyre prints are a just few of the techniques used in the Zaishu Amsterdam project.
Twenty new limited edition Zaishu chairs, each standing as an unparalleled collectable artwork that also functions as furniture, will be exhibited and sold at furniture design store and artspace, Wilhelmina Winkel. This is a rare opportunity to see some of Amsterdam's progressive talents express themselves individually and collectively and for visitors to purchase a never to be repeated piece of collaborative art.

For more info check out: www.zaishu.nl and www.zaishu.com

Opening; Sunday 7th December, 4pm
Wilhelmina Winkel, Amsterdam
Exhibition runs 7th December - 31st January

I hope you can make it along!

Cheers,

Jennette

THE RACE TO THE END OF THE WORLD

Sore feet
Sideways
Crutches
Pain in my arms and heals
I endure
Support
Water
I demure
My sore knees

Honour
Medals
Champagne and girls
I’m unbridled
Focused
Arms swing
Must win
the race to the end of the world

I am
Man
Forever uncurled
I run and run
Must win
The race to the end of the world

THE CLOAK AND THE DAGGER

The dagger executes its task perfectly
Man do we need a new plan
Sounds bouncing off my helix
I’m trapped inside the hyperbole
of numerous existences

Trapped inside a parallax view
beyond the trappings of time

Her heart pillaged
the children of love inoculated
Love can be a dagger without rules

A hobo who’s really a rich man
At home he owns lots of stock
False prayers, a cloak and an old clock
Chiming at the same time
The begging bowl
s honour without owning a dime

“Saddle up boy,
this grass’s for sale
We’ll throw in a fence for free
If you own none”

Don’t you cry
poor inoculated child
this dagger pierces everyone

Video for Parool TV

See it by clicking: here
peace Laser 3.14

THE FINAL PUSH

For now let me think it over for another day
Maybe tomorrow I’ll have something useful to say
I’m so tired to have to make a means ends
I so tired of not having you around
to help me break down this fence

When you’re in deep and can’t escape the hurt
I’ve tried everything but what seemed clear
just ends up blurred

I’m tired of fighting my own shadow
I always get jabbed on the chin
I’m tired of trying to be someone I’m not
I’m tired of this black howling fling

You try and try inside you cry and cry
Everything eludes you
Everything ends up warped and wry
So why should I try?

When you’re in deep and can’t escape the hurt
I’ve tried everything but what seemed clear
just ends up blurred

TAGGING LONDON

ARE YOU READING ME?

Are you reading me?
Feeling me?
Noticing me?
I’m so close baby
Don’t look right through me

Touch me
Understand me
Understand me
Baby

Come
Come sit next to me
For you are closer than my blood
Closer than heaven
Closer than…”God”
My love
My sweet
Baby

The Gospel according to Brian O'Blivion 2008

The Urban Catalogue is now online

The Urban catalogue featuring my book which will be published by Lebowski Publishers is now online and downloadable by clicking on this link:

download

 

(sorry the catalogue is in dutch only but the book will be in  English)

Cheers Laser 3.14

THE CLOUD THAT MAKES THE MOUNTAIN LOOK FRAIL

I'll come by
I'll come by
for you are torn every hour
I'll kiss the wound that makes you feel singled out and dour

Whether you live or die
Some hurts never lie
the universe doesn't' lie
there will always be the endless sky

Believe me
Believe me
you are the cloud that makes the mountain look frail
an outcome is an outcome
heads or tail?

Some hurts are no lie
Whether you live or die
the universe doesn't' lie
there will always be the endless sky

Explore and discover
Magnify the tiniest bits
In the deep dark ocean lives fish who's eyes are lit

Baby there's so much more
So much more to see
Just open the door
Just try to turn the key

The Gospel According to Brian O'Blivion Lost At Sea Feauture

Dutch street poet and guerrilla artist Laser 3.14's latest project "The Gospel According to Brian O'Blivion" will have a short run from November 8th to the 13th at The Chiellerie in Amsterdam.

Constructed as the artist's vision on "the interrelatedness between humanity and omnipotence of technology," the show will combine his subversive political and philosophical texts and art with the audio constructions of local ambient composer Pieter Nooten, who designed his audio art specifically for the exhibition and will be familiar to fans of the venerable 4AD record label, which released the "fragile songs and dreamlike soundscapes" of Sleeps With The Fishes, a collaborative album with Michael Brook, a decade ago.

Curated by the "anthropologists in art" team of Blaton & Rypson, the program examines the cyclical, often deconstructing symbiosis between mankind and the technologies it creates. "Already, our cosmology of truths has been supplanted by an amorphous and infinite number of hyper-realities and truisms," Laser 3.14 muses. "What of our organic autonomy? Will we transmorph into neo-anthropomorphic techno-beings?"

The exhibition is the latest in a series of public works by the artist, who recently completed the ominous black and white short film Cadence, and was the subject of a 2006 LAS feature. "The Gospel According to Brian O'Blivion" opens on Sunday, November
8th, at 5pm and will be available for viewing four afternoon hours daily.

Check out the LAS site here: www.lostatsea.net

The Gospel According to Brian O'Blivion youtubed

Check it out here:
www.youtube.com
Greetings: Laser 3.14

DREAMS OF HAVING SILVER WINGS

Don't blow the horn on my behalf
I know the blowing won't last
My mind just had a brush with wit
Baby I'm just trying to make the symbols fit

You have magic in the palm of your hand
Darling that's a special thing
I close my eyes
and dream of having silver wings

I
I see my face a 1000 times in the broken glass
Baby I didn't know how I come to have so many faces
enough to last

A crack in the wall
I can see the world through the slit
The feeling of love makes the feeling of feeling lost shift

Whenever you feel sore and sorry
When you never hear that you're worth something
When you never hear that you're worth a dime
Whenever you feel that love's a crime

Love jumps through a burning ring
Baby just close your eyes
and dream of having silver wings

Close your eyes
Kiss the sky
And never bow down
and dream of having silver wings

I THE BEAST

I rip the meat from the bones with my fangs
I thump my chest and I roar
I shrug my head when bored
I hunt and gather 5 days a week
I the beast

I am nondefiant a conformist
Preoccupied about financial risks
When I’m cut yes I bleed
I the beast

I hunt you down following the trail of you pheromones
I copulate till you’re sore
I roar triumphantly
a couple of times at least
I the beast

I wear a suit and I wear a tie
I lost my hair
I don’t know why
I long for more and more money out of some strange need
I the beast

ORVILLE HAS LILACS

The papers say they’re considering dropping the bomb
It’s ominous prospect to the old and the young
How did this come to pass?
How did this come to be?
Orville has lilacs
If we really saw them
we could’ve been set free

Praise love
Cut us loose
Please let us go
This throttle contract causes damnation and woe

Hoping for better days
a change in our ways
a love that truly obliterates the way we behave

Live up to the prospect of light after gloom
Lilacs strewn
Let your energy fuse with together
with the lights surrounding the moon

The big Zaishu painting day

Artists at work

October 18, 2008

Our big Zaishu painting day was a brilliant success and we produced some awesome artwork. It was great to see the collaborative spirit and sharing of techniques and work practices between the artists. Everyone was buzzed by the inspirinig energy and sensational creations that were produced!

check them here: http://zaishu.wordpress.com

and here on flickr: www.flickr.com

CANDENCE: A short film by Laser 3.14

Check it here: http://nl.youtube.com

SATURDAY THE 8th OF NOVEMBER

“There was a slight mistake in the text.
The show will open on Saturday the 8th of November”

From SATURDAY 8 - 13 November 2008 The Chiellerie presents:

“The Gospel According to Brian O’Blivion”

Laser 3.14
(soundscapes by Pieter Nooten)
(curating anthropologists in art: Blaton & Rypson)

“Kneel down before the omnipotent screen!”

The enigmatic guerrilla-poet and visual artist Laser 3.14 will unleash his vision on the interrelatedness between humanity and omnipotence of technology. In a reality where mankind is driven to self-consuming meta-consumption by the very technologies he has created, how far can and will our symbiotic relationship with the digital and the cathode-ray tube go? Already, our cosmology of truths has been supplanted by an amorphous and infinite number of hyper-realities and truisms. What of our organic autonomy? Will we transmorph, as Laser suggests, into neo-anthropomorphic techno-beings…?

Next to the works of Laser 3.14, the exhibition will be completed with soundscapes by Pieter Nooten which he specially composed for this exhibition.

Opening Saturday 8 November: 17:00 – 20:00 o’clock
8 - 13 November, 2008 in The Chiellerie

Contact: Anthropologists in Art: Blaton & Rypson: e-mail: blatonrypson@gmail.com

The Chiellerie, Raamgracht 58, 1011 KC Amsterdam
tel: +31 (0)20-3229448
Open daily, 14-18 pm. Website: www.chiellerie.nl

Another word from Charles Bukowski

http://nl.youtube.com

A word from Charles Bukowski

http://nl.youtube.com/

New silkscreen 03

I did a new silkscreen series.

The measurements of this one is 60x80 cm

New silkscreen 02

I did a new silkscreen series.
The measurements of this one is 60x80 cm

New silkscreen 01

I did a new silkscreen series.
The measurements of this one is 60x80 cm

“The Gospel According to Brian O’Blivion” opening Saturday the 8th of November 2008

Note: there was a mistake in the text the show will open on Saturday the 8th of November

From 8 - 13 November 2008 The Chiellerie presents:

“The Gospel According to Brian O’Blivion”

art works by: Laser 3.14

(soundscapes by Pieter Nooten)
(curating anthropologists in art: Blaton & Rypson)

The enigmatic guerrilla-poet and visual artist Laser 3.14 will unleash his vision on the interrelatedness between humanity and omnipotence of technology. In a reality where mankind is driven to self-consuming meta-consumption by the very technologies he has created, how far can and will our symbiotic relationship with the digital and the cathode-ray tube go? Already, our cosmology of truths has been supplanted by an amorphous and infinite number of hyper-realities and truisms. What of our organic autonomy? Will we transmorph, as Laser suggests, into neo-anthropomorphic techno-beings…?

Besides the works of Laser 3.14, the exhibition will be completed with soundscapes by Pieter Nooten which he specially composed for this exhibition.

“Kneel down before the omnipotent screen!”

Opening SATURDAY 8 November: 17:00 – 20:00 o’clock

8 - 13 November, 2008 in The Chiellerie

Contact: Anthropologists in Art: Blaton & Rypson: e-mail: blatonrypson@gmail.com

The Chiellerie, Raamgracht 58, 1011 KC Amsterdam tel: +31 (0)20-3229448
Open daily, 14-18 pm. Website: www.chiellerie.nl

THE BEAUTY OF SILENCE

THE YEAR ZERO

I’m looking a Pilates
There’s a crowd between the both of us

The clock of justice ceased
I’m looking at Pilates
He knows I’m not going to be freed

I look up to a silver sun
of you I dream sweet Mary

We are all trapped
But I tried to get through
Now it’s all up to you
To taste my new

The world premiere of The Urban Cookbook

The International Amsterdam Film Festival kicks off on Thursday October 16 with the world premiere of THE URBAN COOKBOOK,
a short documentary full of raw poetics linked to music and street-art by British filmmaker and writer King Adz.

Presented in collaboration with Thames & Hudson and the American Book Center with a street food party in De Balie, where King Adz himself will be cooking urban recipes he collected in New York, Amsterdam, Berlin, Paris and London. With artists Hush, Brad Downey, and Laser 3.14

Click here for photos of the London launch

HUGO KAAGMAN AND LASER 3.14 COLLABORATION AT THE RAI

REMEMBER ME

Remember me
after I slip into the great fatigue
Let my body slide into the sea

Place a marking
think of me
or it’ll be like I have never been
Remember me

The love I gave to you
and yours thrived inside of me
Remember me

Please forgive the lament I had in me
Some farewells should never come to pass or be
Remember me

My love tough I’ve turned to dust
my love will transcend time
it will burn in through love’s universal energy
Remember me

GOD’S FLIGHT SEEMS DELAYED

Planes penetrate the concrete
Television preachers telling me to donate more
They scream: ‘If YOU refuse
you’ll be Babylon’s whore’

Wall street’s crashing
Greed sends everything spiralling down
Black Monday till the next Monday
till the next Monday
What goes around comes around

In the Middle East grows an atomic beast
End it before it goes down
Can’t see the kingdom in yeast
or the glory in a child’s frown

Sometimes love is not enough
It’s given away to the ones
screaming the worse stuff

Sometimes I get pulled under
gasping for air
Coming up back again
to find you’re not there

This world is a strange beast
what did you say about seeing the kingdom in yeast?

MEDUSA CRIES AND PETRIFIES

Please don’t be afraid of me
I live in a cage of solitude
and want to be free

Want to look into one’s eyes
without them being petrified
want to hear their eternal breath
without it being their last gasp

Want to leave this island
and witness the sun’s 1000 births
want a life free of hurt

Want to be firm snow and not the sleet
Perseus oh Perseus
please set me free

HOW CAN PEACE BE SO VIOLENT?

Let’s invade under a white flag
Let’s turn white into black
Let’s shatter their bones with stones
Let’s be the fangs the mouth of a fiend
Let’s lie to the universal being
Let’s deprive the good from light
Let’s force the weak into a fight
Let hate be called love
Let’s imprison the white dove
Let’s make ingenuity feel like it’s not
Let’s halt freedom to a stop
Let’s steal from the begging bowl
Let’s listen to a nuclear winter’s howl

A child isn’t born with a gun in its hand
So how can peace be so violent friend?

THE BOY WHO HATED TO LIVE

Push a nail into my skin
Drag my back across the road
Lie to me about paradise after sins
Tell me more of these things

Tell me about the diseases in our meat
Tell me about the economically sunken fleet
Tell me I can’t escape
Tell me one good thing for heaven’s sake

Tell be about being incarcerated straight after birth
Hit me hard on the place where it hurts
Tell me that I’m a good boy
Tell me I’m a person and not a toy

Tell me we can salvage order
Tell me there truly are no borders
Open my eyes
Tell me about the bliss of life
Open my eyes
Take me away from this ludicrous strife

"ABC Gives: Building a Room to Read"

The American Book Center is pleased to invite you to the opening reception for the exhibition
"ABC Gives: Building a Room to Read"

5 October 2008

The American Book Center has invited artists from a wide variety of mediums
to work on the theme of the charity "Room to Read", which builds libraries
and schools in developing nations, and offers scholarships to girls who
might not otherwise be able to finish their education. A percentage of all
sales will go to support Room to Read (www.roomtoread.org).

The exhibition will kick off with festive activities on October 5th -
2PM: free workshop for children ages 8-16. (see workshop description below)
4PM: Reception and Silent Auction, hosted by Kim Chandler (Chair, Room to
Read NL)
5:30 PM: Live auction with Auctioneer Mark Wilson (host, The English
Breakfast Show)

Participating Artists: Gunilla Andersson, Katja Berkenbosch, Jan Doense, Jo
Holdaway, Cobie Houniet, Mara Leibum, Laser 3.14, Corinne László, Christina
Mitrentse, Tashi Norbu, Chantz Perkens, Jonas Ranson, Tia Renee Ryan, Etta
Säfve, Harald Seiwert, StoryPeople/Brian Andreas,
Peter Vlot, Nick Walker, Rene Zuiderveld. Curators: Donna DuCarme and
Gunilla Andersson

"ABC Gives: Building a Room to Read" is at the ABC Treehouse 3-26 October,
and is open for public viewing Thursdays-Sundays, 1-6pm

Become a Story Person - Art Workshop for young people
5 October, 2PM

"My favorite thing is the wind she said & my second favorite is chocolate
but I just do that so I don't get too skinny & blow away." - StoryPeople

In this drawing workshop, we'll use StoryPeople (www.storypeople.com) as
inspiration to help young people (aged 8-16) create works of art based on
their very own 'favorite' things. The workshop will be taught by Nick Walker
& Stephanie Rodriquez. And while your child is being creative, you can enjoy
a relaxed preview of the exhibition!

Nick Walker has taught drawing at The Art Academy of Utrecht and The
International School of Amsterdam, as well as at festivals such as the
Visual Arts Festival in Leiden and the International School Theatre
Festival. The children he has taught Art to range in age from 8 to 18.
Stephanie Rodriguez has worked several years with kids with the objective to
let them discover new ways to look at the world and themselves. She has been
working with them mainly in the fields of dance and theater.

For more information, or to sign your child up for the workshop, visit
www.treehouse.abc.nl

Roofer and Laser 3.14's art bench collaboration in a showroom in Zwanenburg

click here for more info on Roofer: www.roofer.tv

Hugo Kaagman en Laser 3.14 collaboration

Check out HugoKaagman's work on his site: www.kaagman.nl

A cool site

http://www.eeuwigweekend.nl

New site of my publisher:

New site of my publisher:
http://www.lebowskipublishers.nl

Laser 3.14 book published spring 2009
Keep you posted

Last saturday....

check out the video:
http://nl.youtube.com

PRETTY SOON MY LOVE

See you soon
Under crescent moon
There’s no question of where
Soon I’ll see you there

Let’s walk this starlit ground
Tranquillity is an area drowned of sound
Kiss me with your eyes
I’m never far away
Kiss me with a 1000 lips
I’ll undo every wire that made you trip

Slip me a note under the desk
Tell me these dreams will last
It’s love
yes I know what it’s worth
It obliterates the pain
Heals the place where it hurts

Saves you from spiralling down
Makes you a king wearing
a glittering crown

INDUSTRIA

INDUSTRIA: A short film by laser 3.14

Click on link to see it: http://nl.youtube.com

ACID ON THE TIP OF HER TONGUE

The doors of perception kicked open wide
Eyes dilate experience its blight
While jellyfish float in the sky
Cathedrals undress and dance naked in front of her eyes

Rivers light up
The grass omits a purplish haze
I can see through the pores of your grace
We’re just under way
she’s young
Acid on the tip of her tongue

Are these my thoughts?
Are yours mine?
Let’s dig a hole
right here
and see what we’ll find

We’re well under way
she’s young
Acid on the tip of her tongue

Glitters slide over the walls
The hall’s stretched all the way to the back
Just a little more and it’ll crack

The night is wild
We’re young
Acid on the tip of her tongue

THE LOOSENED NOOSE

Look this way as I blow the horn
Look away as I mend what was torn
Hit the drums
while the brass band plays another tune
Don’t leave it behind discarded and ruined

We enter the scene at 24 frames a second
the film runs out
Love should rise from being secondary
so it beckons

As you choose to loosen the noose
I’ll stop going down feeling dour and bruised
I’ll go around with Amber dancing in my head
This will be my final pledge

THE OLD DYING MAN

My eyes are weary deep in their sockets
My bones seen a million miles
My hands are trembling
not taking orders from my brain no more
but the soul is still rich
it never knew what’s poor

My skin’s full of canyons
My breathing heavier
I hope soon comes to pass
I don’t want it no more

My pupils dilate
the blood slows down
The heart stutters
soul’s trying to hold on with all its might
This is more than just a peek
into the tunnel of light

I think of you my love
as I enter the door
If I had been given more time
I could’ve given you ….

LIGHT

Some angels stay grounded
while others are in flight
Some angels shed their feathers
while others bathe in light

Beams find their way
through the dark and grey clouds
The birds cross through them
on their journey to the warm south

Flowers and leaves emerge
in a photosynthetic dance
They bathe in it and glance

Beneath a rosy fingered dawn
you were mine
a pearl, a treasure, a gleam
a real find

The world spins around
a whirlpool of chance
Trust me as I invite you to this dance

Lo and behold
I see the kingdom of blight
bathing in oceans of light

SOMETIMES IT HELPS TO DREAM

Sometimes it helps to dream
to chase them
even tough they're not impeccable
to love and cherish them
even tough they're out of reach
or so it seems
Sometimes it helps to dream

Sometimes it helps to dream
Even tough it breaks your heart
and it's tearing you apart
and dreams are all that's left
or so it seems
Sometimes it helps to dream

Sometimes it helps to dream
Dreaming of the kisses
the wishes the yearnings and the bliss within a kiss
within a kiss
The purest love roaring in your heart
you want to drive the anguish out
and love to beam
Sometimes it helps to dream

SEVERANCE

Severance
Every day I kiss the lack
Severance
Every day the sky turns black
Severance
I shiver to the bone
Severance
You’re home

FREEDOM

When freedom becomes the awkward stranger
When it’s gone and you feel deceived
When freedom becomes the guest who wouldn’t leave

Couldn’t control the skyline
Freedom moved silent as a mime
Just emerged from the slumps
We stand in front of the gates of equilibrium

Give me the key and I’ll open the door
Lead me the way and I’ll show you more
Take my hand
come with me
we’ll retrieve the feeling we had in our infancy

Freedom is not a simple gesture
It’s the pinnacle of existence
The zenith of being
The zenith of love

THE MADNESS CREEPS IN

Scarred hunted down
scared for the shadows
angst for things gently moving

The reign of sanity is over
it seen better days
The auditorium
looks more like a mausoleum
it seen better days

Shall I take it in or spit it out?
Shall I gulp, swallow or shout?

Do you feel the madness creeping in?
Being taking over by the limbic system?

Thoughts and memories of love and grief
they're all over the place
Will it progress into a silent place?

The wish to send chaos in to a starling flight
and order take over these restless nights

THE MOVIE

The movie plays at 24 frames a second
It plays 24/7
without a surprise ending

Clever dialogues
Clever monologues

The characters
some well written some not
populate the screen
Do you know what “IN THE CAN” means?

The light changes by the hour
day by day
To shoot in the magic hour
is not the smartest way

Endless senseless dialogues
Endless senseless monologues

The movie turned out better than everyday life
Where heartburn truly cuts as deep as a knife
So if I would have it my way
in the movie I forever would stay

DER MENSCH

We are one
But we are separated in our oneness
Is this a figment of our imagination?
Is the biggest thing the same as the smallest?
Do we need to measure things at all?

Is this the human bondage?
The cause of explanatory behaviour?
The cause of our fall?

We are one
Or so I’m told
So why search among the cobwebs in the attic
when our cellars are filled with gold?

Alison's blog

http://imagestoliveby.wordpress.com/2008/08/20/street-memories/

Thanx

Youtubed Aerosol Symphonies part 2

Check out the Youtubed Aerosol Symphonies part 2

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTH_-5wyNYc&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kl4z2WIVodo

Cheers Laser 3.14

LOVE IN ABUNDANCE

I’m not a great conversationalist
I can see it in the way you press down the corners of your lips
We are like angels shedding their feathers
lying there slowly breathing
motionless on the river banks

I watch you being ridden into the sunset in a baggage coach
In Hayward they went wayward
There’s a ghost in the machine and in time

I dreamed of love in abundance
I wanted to shake the tree until fruit fell down
From Dharma to Vishnu
Kamma/Vipāka, Kali to Annatä
Looking for something the already found me
Are you real?

Written on the city review in newsweek

The book, Written on the city, just got an awesome review in newsweek this week! check it out on page 10 in the print version. or check these links:

http://www.newsweek.com/id/151751

http://www.newsweek.com/id/151074

Greetings Laser 3.14

(Book Published 28th August 2008)

Press Release
WRITTEN ON THE CITY
GRAFFITI MESSAGES WORLDWIDE
978-1-60061-077-6 • £16.99• hb

However you feel about graffiti, whether you see it as art, freedom of speech or just plain vandalism, graffiti is a huge part of today’s society. In the summer of 2006, the authors of this book, Axel Albin and Josh Kamler, witnessed prolific graffiti artists in San Francisco were writing messages rather than tagging or painting and other people were writing back. They started taking pictures and realising that they were looking at a human conversation that wasn’t being heard so they built www.writtenonthecity.com, the project was soon picked up by newspapers, TV and bloggers and the site had logged over a million page views.

With artists like Banksy always hitting the headlines with his messages, this sort of expression has become something that, try as they might, people can’t ignore.

This book is a glimpse into a vast conversation happening illegally in public all over the world. People are writing messages on the walls and sidewalks of the cities in which we live. They are staying up late, breaking the law and taking risks to say something to you. Some of it is funny. Some of it is beautiful. Lots of it is upsetting. All of it is important. Continuing the conversation through the eyes of a photographer who recognises the importance of those words on the walls, they share them with us in Written on the City.

Packed with graffiti from cover to cover. The hand written message are readable, or translations are provided, since the content of the messages is just as important as their aesthetics.

Written on the City takes the pulse of cities around the world.

About the Authors
Alex Albin & Josh Kamler are the owners of Language in Common, a communication design studio in San Francisco that makes good things happen in culture and commerce.

For further info/author interview/images or to set up a Reader Offer of £3 off plus FREE p+p, please contact Stacy Hill ● 01626 323 254 ● stacy.hill@davidandcharles.co.uk

Specifications: 178 x 127mm • 160 pages • 100 colour illustrations
Book Jacket: a colour jpeg of the book jacket is available via email
Stockists: buy online from www.davidandcharles.co.uk or call our customer hotline on 0870 99082

Check the preview here

MANDALA

Wipe away your mandala
Nothing is a thing everlasting
yet so is everything

Contradictions shouldn’t make you worry my child
There are many knots
sometimes a straight rope
I don’t know about a straight line
It can’t be totally defined
Mine seems all over the place you see

The bigger the disappointments the stronger the bark
We are the songs sung by the lark
The little things that makes it worth living
All those tiny elements we can’t see
Photons racing past us
Grip on
hold on and never let go
Dreams we should never let go

Well if time is just a dream
Ol’ fella
just start at another mandala

UNDO ME OF THESE BINDINGS

I believe in vastness of love
even though reason sometimes seems frozen in time
love is vaster than the oceans
your love and mine

The universe growing out of a navel
shaping all we can see
Come undo me of these bindings
Dour bondage shackle me no more
Elevate me through these findings

If you clean up your sky the rain will be immaculate
Celebrators dancing on lotus leaves
Avatars for everyone who sees
The universe chants with them
in a cosmic orgasm

MOTHER THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH THE SKY

The power resides in the monolith
The storms gather up
More frequently now
A wild dance in a bleak romance
The rain makes for itching sore
Monotone lives a bore
Sun lotions fail
The highways jammed
There are no easy rides out

This is a zoo with no clear entrance
The fee is being born
Being torn
until you’re worn out
When in a crowd truly alone
as you descent into the belly of desolation
you simply frown

The lost knowledge of ancestors now long forgotten
severed from the forest and the cradle of existence
It comes in the form of restless nights
we cling onto putrid dreams
Shall we put up a fight
or find out what elevation truly means?

Clans fading away when the point is taken
Hearts of dried clay
sardonically say :
“It’s a shame it has to be this way”

CHAKRA

Chakra
My spine
Malleable as a twine
Chakra
Emotions and sensibility
Chakra
Show me more of me
Chakra
The will power
The power of will
Chakra
To the top of my head love will fill
Love and love is all
a golden hill
Chakra
Imagine and beyond you can see
Chakra
Show me more of me
Chakra
Vertical line soeshoemna
Chakra
This is what we are for we are man
Chakra
This is what I am

QUESTIONS ENDING WITH A QUESTION MARK

Do you feel discoloured?
Dethroned?
Haunted?
Fading to grey?
Would you like to see beyond the shade?

Are you brittle?
Does it eat you away little by little?
Does your love spill over the brim?
Would you like to tame the wild spirit within?

Do you rub it on and it doesn’t work?
Can’t you find the place where it really hurts?
Can you make a move that doesn’t make sense?
Can you throw a stone in the air and predict where it will land?

Do you wear a glove so you don’t have to feel nothing?
Are you still wishing for that one thing?

SEED OF THE HAWKBIT

Let loose
Let yourself go
Fly the air
Fly and be free
If there’s a pure example of freedom
this is it
Fly free seed of hawkbit

You go from yellow to plush
Dangling in the wind without making a fuss
A gust of wind and your seeds released
Where they land
you’re born over and over again

3 UNIVERSAL TRUTHS

Everything is consistent
Nothing is spoiled
All is everlasting
The same power that evokes the seeds the grow
is the same power that makes the fly crawl up against your window

See you are
in the daffodils
In the ocean, in the metal, in the stone,
the sun and in stars
You are the same as the smoke pumping out off the pipe of a car

Everything’s moving forward
Nothing ever ends
You more try to break away from it
the deeper it delves
The ever evolving that never repeats it self

There are no incidentals
Pure Karma is paramount
When you throw it out
cause you feel the lack
it comes boomeranging back

The cake is divided
Do good and reap great results
Fall into the pit of evil
and darkness will unfold

THE EVE OF TRANSCENDENCE

On the eve of transcendence
There will be wars and rumours wars
Intransigence will suffocate the meek
The smoke emanating from pipes wounding the leaves
The dogs peeing against the bark of the tree bark no more

The moon will turn red
The string pulled too tight
like the spring of a gun
The players must play under a blistering sun
The living won’t mourn the living
The dead will mourn the dead

Egos will curse on egos
Despots trying to overthrow despots
Our tiny friends lives will come to a halt
covered by the cerement of existence

The Earth will scratch her head
The devil roar its tail
Love will almost coil
and almost fail

But please don’t weep my friend
There won’t be a desolate end
The words of Siddhartha will roam the land
I take this by heart
we won’t live a 1000 years apart

THE NECTAR OF ENLIGHTEMENT

Taste the nectar of being transcendent
Enlightenment in middle of the crack
Dash of black in white
A dash of white in black
Everything is one and one and one alone
Who would’ve thought of that?

The prince lifted up
The stars shone in him
A snake as a hat
Lotuses followed him in his very first steps
Who would’ve thought of that?

Don’t pull the string too tight and or will snap
Keep it just there and you can play
Monograms, anagrams
Symbiosis, parasitism
Let’s see beyond
There’s no hole in the hat
Who would’ve thought of that?

Silence the voice
Silence the mind
Drift beyond the notion of time
The earth is not round
The mirror is not flat
Who would’ve thought of that?

THE BALLAD OF VINCENT VOID

Life
love sins
The machine keeps roaring
Screaming screeching
Spinning
Unstoppable

Paperwork
Going through to the proceeds
The insects scrutinize it
while it’s tearing itself apart

Vaccinate
Inoculate
A dose fluoride a day
keeps the will at bay

Viral and vague
Love tastes stale
Rub it in
Wipe it out
Open up a new one

Work for everything
own nothing
Rooms filled with nothing
with more of nothing
Nothing at least is something

FENCES

Fold me up
untangle me
I’m not me
Spectrums I see
Just one kiss
Eternal bliss
I just shout
Build a fence to keep the animals out
You’re impervious to sin
Build a fence to keep the animals in

Cherish me
Crave for me
Cast me out
Without discursion
Fence me out
My lips burst from the drought
The lack of you
The lack of you

Days and days and even more days
Rearranged in so many ways
Spectre appears to me
Announcing how it’s all going to be
We’ll be free
You and me

OILING THE RUSTED WHEEL

Breathing the dust in the city of rust
Her wrinkled shirt says it all
Pull out the thorn sticking out of my chest
Hoping the pouring won’t last

If I could break through the membrane
I’m sure we can reach higher water
Cherished her face
golden flower shining bright
Provided the darkened room with light

I’m jumping on one leg
Hoping for this joy to last
Lend me a hand
Sever me from discontent

RED SQUARE

In 1989 this small red part was mine
Laughed in the face of a behemoth
I defied Goliath

No matter what they say
it wasn’t a green cone
nor a purple cylinder
tumbling down a bottomless lair
I left everything there
It was a red square

An intricate apparatus
Divisions were forged
A spatula to whip it even
Eyes dilate through the crack of a door
Metal caterpillars to forced it some more

Smiling faces on the adverts
Smiling faces need to be adverted
While weary demurred faces sluggishly walk on by

All my senses tightened
Squeeze my hand
All the blood’s drenched beneath the quick

This small red part was mine
Laughing in the face of a behemoth
I defied Goliath
I left everything there
It was a red square

I’M STILL HERE

Even if I had a ruler I could never measure this love
Or take away the earnest of releasing a white dove

Kiss me once and I’ll let it go
I’m still here
A pot of gold at the end of a rainbow

I still here
Waiting for love to give
Filling up the trenches
Making the cloth less stiff

Shall I save this kiss?
Shall I sit it out?
Scream out loud?

Here we are flying over a dream landscape
So high on love we don’t need a cape
Where shall we land?
There in front of the podium of a brass band

Oh these dreams
These wishes
I cherish them
They should never strand

BROTHER CAIN SHOULD’VE REFRAINED

The world will tremble and shake
Is this my name?
Am I brother Cain?
The tablets carved upon

You were made from my bones
Then betrayed
Oh my Oh my
You should’ve refrained

Here’s a fist of blood
Here’s a knife in the gut

You block it out till your dying breath
You’re not after peace but revenge

AEROSOL SYMPHONIES Part II

AEROSOL SYMPHONIES Part II
A confluence of classical music and Street Art.
Opening: Saturday, August 16th, 5 pm.

Amsterdam June 2008

As with last Summer, the GO Gallery will once again organize a group showing with almost two dozen artists and Laser 3.14 as guest curator, titled: Aerosol Symphonies - Part II. Some of the participating artists, to name a few, are: Laser 3.14, Hugo Kaagman, BLADE (NY city), The London Police, Quik, Def P, Peter Pontiac, etc..

The opening on Saturday the 16th of August 2008, will be accompanied with a performance by classically trained Finnish Singer and Violinist, Mirella Pirskanen, who gained international acclaim with her performances at Cirque Du Soleil, Holiday on Ice and Flairck.

Last year, summer 2007, GO Gallery worked with a number of international and local Street Artists, to present AEROSOL SYMHPONIES. (The word Aerosol being derived from the Spray Can)
In this showing, two worlds come together. The exhibit is a meeting of the world of classical music and modern art, street art.
All the artists have chosen a piece of classical music, which has touched them personally. The music, its origin and the story behind it have been studied carefully. With this piece of music, the artists have then made an artwork, a composition of their own, a painting.
Just as the composer was inspired by his surroundings, the artist has let him/herself be inspired by their favorite composer.

As with last year, AEROSOL SYMPHONIES PART II, will open at the GO Gallery, to coincide with the official opening of the Canal Festival on Saturday 16th Aug. 2008, at 17.00 hrs., in the GO Gallery, with most of the participating artists being present.

The Canal Festival is an annual happening on the canals of Amsterdam, with classical music being played at various spectacular locations on the canals of Amsterdam.

For more information regarding the exhibition held in 2007, please visit our website, www.gogallery.nl/aerosol-symphonies

Kind regards,


Oscar van der Voorn
GO Gallery Prinsengracht 64 1015 DX Amsterdam.
020-4229580 www.gogallery.nl

THE TRAVELLING MISTAKE

Born equal then departed from that
Hiding behind barricades
The illusion that they will protect you
Just one word
just a glance
and they’re knocked down

The tree was always there
I believe the leaves are falling down
The throne was always there
Yet the king has no crown

You see
when we have ulterior motives
we execute them in silence
then we ask to be forgiven
We ask to be forgiven

You see
just when we think we have the map
all road leads to the slums of despair
In the middle there is a lair
where the prince is left to his own devices

Too much kindness can render you defenceless
Too much love can tear you down

Love is such a great weapon
It can bring you down
Left to your own devices
while still wandering around

CONSTANTINOPLE OR BUST

I could never find solace in the falling of her tears
I could never find a reason the place her on the side
I could never translate her feelings as falling off the table
A feast for the ants and all the rest

O adventures lay ahead of us
But she took another bus
Tried to catch up
But she faded away in the distance
Now I pluck flowers and place them on the wayside

THE FOREVER UNBORN

Shifted notes in your symphony
There is a better way
I want it more than I do
Affection is dead
its notion faded away

Fall waits desperately for summer to end
Spring waits desperately for winter to end
What about everything in between?
Will it remain sticky or will it blend?

Oh how I pine for the ocean
or a fortress standing there solitary in a clearing
Where courtyards no longer dissolve before my eyes

Away with fog clouding my vision prohibiting for me to see
That which has always been clear
I was always there and you were never here

THE PURGING KISS

Timber!!
The tree falls
These days the plundering of the landscapes doesn’t get to me as it used to
Desensitized?
Yes we all have

We are purged
Pureed from compassion
Kissing the dagger
singing the songs already heard numerous times before

For what is it worth to see the stars when you don’t feel the stars?
For what is it worth living if you can’t live?

The dry bones
Rackety sounds
Prone are the meek
Droned are the meek
Pure are the weary
Compassion hidden so well deep in the machine
Slippery, slippery
Its wheels spinning round and round
Is this all?
So there’s nothing more than this?
I rather give the devil a kiss

CONSTANTINOPLE OR BUST

I could never find solace in the falling of her tears
I could never find a reason the place her on the side
I could never translate her feelings as falling off the table
A feast for the ants and all the rest

O adventures lay ahead of us
But she took another bus
Tried to catch up
But she faded away in the distance
Now I pluck flowers and place them on the wayside

TONGUE OVER THE MIRROR

I live there in the corner
My favourite place to be
Add confusion
An addled description always works for me

I not clean
I’m not spick and span
Song says: Detach yourself from any clan
What works for you surely doesn’t have to work for me
Well let me just sit here
I’m just trying to be

Open place bonfire
Zealots derailed
A shallow grave is where we bury our regret
The hunger and pain cannot be erased
When it’s lost it’s damn hard to find it back

Nothing grows from the mud of deceit
Let’s watch it all turn muddy
blackened dirty sleet

Open place bonfire
The pain cannot be erased
When you loose it hard to find it back
No matter how hard you trace

LET THE PINNACLE OF LOVE COME SHINING THROUGH

This hurricane can take you anywhere you want to go
Love should be the pinnacle
Yes you know

On the edge of the beach
Where the water hits the dry sand
We write our names
This is where we put the darkness of the world to shame

We take the substance to change our perception
When love’s the counter effect
We want more of it

We’re in the wake of love
We’re in the wake of love
In the wake of love

Not much effort the reach the sky
Let the pinnacle of love come shining through
Peal off my skin till you see what makes me tick inside
Let the pinnacle of love come shining through

THE LADY SPINNING IN MY HEAD

There’s a view on a bleak horizon
There’s a spot on the ceiling
my eyes can’t turn away
I want to crawl backwards
until I’ll turn into an embryo
I want to crawl
until the note remains the same

I feel like number 0964
A detention I never wanted
Inner turmoil inner communion
I prayed to a God who’s never there
Nor ever before

Shadows and flames
a long way through an empty heart
Through the corridor with lament splashed on each side
Paintings of harvests gone wrong
Silence comes and goes
I’m still inside my head
I’m gone

LEAPED INTO MY HEART

I crawl through the eye of the needle
spinning on one toe
I feel cornered and my eyes go blind
I don’t think I will make it
Some take pills or chloroform and die
If that is so
why can’t I?

I’m fading away into strange waves
I’m scarred and cold
Can’t anyone save me?
Excruciating pains in my heart

It will never, ever, ever sail over
I crawl and crawl through an empty room
Vultures circle the love we once had
Figures appear from the mist
Dark reaper in black clad

It’s a cycle that seems never ending
I crawl up the walls
Anticipating a return that never happens
There’s only silence

I’m fading away into strange waves
I’m scarred and cold
Can’t anyone save me?
Excruciating pains in my heart

CHLOROFORM

Chloroform rings in the end
when all roads lead to nowhere
Always had a clue
years overdue

So afraid I had to wait and wait
Feeling so starved and deprived
Save me with just one kiss
before I fall into the endless abyss

Everyday cuts like a knife
Every breath like one too much
Every stare make me shrivel

Dream of becoming one with the clouds
No longer live and die in a world that never learns
Got desperation in my pocket
it seems that’s all I earned

Now all hope is gone
I had it for the first time in my life

IN ASHES AND RUINS

Careful with that flame
it won’t rain for a long time
Swallowed by the abyss
All hope fails inside
Outside the cold wind is fierce
Inside a woman in tears
A woman in tears

The pain we inflicted comes belching out
Silent fool laughs down on us from his cross
Diamonds could not change the fact
that there’s no longer any mutual respect

The fire came and we didn’t even tried to duck
We thought we could live off our luck
Things lie in ashes and ruins
In ashes and ruins

If there truly is a master plan
Hope is a reason to find it again
To find it again

You shoot lightning bolts straight into my heart
but that’s nothing new
Behind my eyes there’s no one else but you

BREATHE

Give me the key out of this cage
Give me some warmth so I go up a degree
Give me attention and I’ll be forever grateful
Give me some love and I’ll forever stay here

Devotion crushed out
My heart grown so big with love for you
it almost exploded

Give me strength to carry on
Give me a light and I am gone
Show me life beyond this
Show me the price of all this

Devotion flushed out
My heart grown so big with love for you
it really exploded

Come forward again
let me laugh with my face in the wind
Let the end be where it all really begins

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It’s hard to discard the feeling of abandonment
I’ll try it each morning and every day

You process reality into euphemisms
Bull me like a minotaurus
When I’m loved I don’t want to be stigmatised
When I’m loved I want to hear a siren sing

You drink spiked ginger ales and live off innuendos
I open the door but the face keeps fading
Injustice is what they call you
I don’t believe you anymore
I open the door but the face keeps fading
You ignorance gave me a peek into what hell looks like
I’m not yours anymore
You showed me the dirt
Now it feels like I never feel clean again

Can’t you see the effect this has on me?
I cut my hand open till the blood drops
I write my name in red
I write my name in red

The shop isn’t open so booze is out
The sink drains the drops forever
The music’s loud

IT FEELS LIKE WASTE

Friendship forged one received more than the other side
For my friend I would forge a kingdom out of the fire
sticking my hands deep into the flames
Defying the heat
Giving love back it true name

But you received more than I
I gave you more than you me
Opened my sanctum to let you in
Opened my sanctum to let you in
I was always there when your emotions spilled over the brim
I would fight 1000 bulls for your sake
I wrote it prose or rhyme
Dreamed of staying with you till the end of time

But now the dime has flipped to the other side
You stabbed reality straight into my heart
Now gone are the days
Now gone are the days
Why must something so beautiful feel like a waste?
The sun should’ve reflected harsh on our water

Now I’m not there anymore to save you
I would’ve given myself up to save you
To save you

FOR A LONG WHILE

I said rope, you said noose
I said shove, you said push
I said tight, you said loose

I thought our bond would be sacred
I can’t take the blame anymore
Now my memories are for hire
I have to leave now
I really don’t know
But I think for a long while

You stood by the side watching it crumble to dust
You stood there while it succumbed to rust
When I was thirsty where was the water?
Didn’t prohibited this all to falter

I thought our bond would be sacred
I can’t take the blame anymore
Now my memories are for hire
I have to leave now
I really don’t know
But I think for a long while

Burning Bridges: Exhibition @ Brick Lane Gallery, London, 13th June - 22nd June 2008

Planet Patrol, Gallery Nosco and Campbarbossa
in association with Brahma beer
are pleased to present their upcoming summer show,
Burning Bridges


Exhibition @ Brick Lane Gallery
13th June - 22nd June from 11am - 6pm
Brick Lane Gallery, 196 Brick Lane, London, E1 6SA

Featuring artists :
Alexandros Vasmoulakis · Dave the Chimp · Labrona · Cum* · Bruno 9LI · Case · Herakut · Other · Gawd · Kareem Lotfy · Matt Small · Laser 3.14 · Stormie Mill · Juan Francisco Casas · Sweet Toof, · Cyclops · Hugo Mulder · Mr Jago · Uno · Case · Mantis · Ethos · Beejoir · The London Police · Philippe Marthien ·

Prior to the show, Live Painting Session at CARGO with:
Alexandros Vasmoulakis (Gallery Nosco) , Dave the Chimp (Planet Patrol) , Labrona vs Gawd (Campbarbossa)
Friday 6th June, free from 6pm - 9pm

Music by:
DJ AYA (BoomBox Records Planet Patrol Resident)
DJ Dante Gabriel (Rairbirds)

83 Rivington St
Kingsland Viaduct, Shoreditch
London, EC2A 3AY

THE LIGHT HAS DIMMED AND SO DID WE

The lost time spend with you
I will never regain
I tried so hard but you would never refrain
My emotions cheapened
Sold to the lowest bidder
A investment done wrong
Now its stocks slips notes lie worthless on the ground

So many words none ever agreed
Now our moment as passed us by
No need to try to regain that what’s lost
No need to draw clouds in our empty sky
No need to explain that what we already know
Our moment came and died

This wasn’t charity
It was real
You’ve turned away
and broke our holy seal

Come in marauder and give me the kiss of death gently on my lips
Oh hasten please make it quick

AEROSOL SYMPHONIES Part II

AEROSOL SYMPHONIES Part II
A confluence of classical music and Street Art.
Opening: Saturday, August 16th, 5 pm.

Amsterdam June 2008

As with last Summer, the GO Gallery will once again organize a group showing with almost two dozen artists, titled: Aerosol Symphonies - Part II. Some of the participating artists, to name a few, are: Laser 3.14, Hugo Kaagman, BLADE (NY city), QUIK, The London Police, Def P, Peter Pontiac, etc..

The opening on Saturday the 16th of August 2008, will be accompanied with a performance by classically trained Finnish Singer and Violinist, Mirella Pirskanen, who gained international acclaim with her performances at Cirque Du Soleil, Holiday on Ice and Flairck.

Last year, summer 2007, GO Gallery worked with a number of international and local Street Artists, to present AEROSOL SYMHPONIES. (The word Aerosol being derived from the Spray Can)
In this showing, two worlds come together. The exhibit is a meeting of the world of classical music and modern art, street art.
All the artists have chosen a piece of classical music, which has touched them personally. The music, its origin and the story behind it have been studied carefully. With this piece of music, the artists have then made an artwork, a composition of their own, a painting.
Just as the composer was inspired by his surroundings, the artist has let him/herself be inspired by their favorite composer.

As with last year, AEROSOL SYMPHONIES PART II, will open at the GO Gallery, to coincide with the official opening of the Canal Festival on Saturday 16th Aug. 2008, at 17.00 hrs., in the GO Gallery, with most of the participating artists being present.

The Canal Festival is an annual happening on the canals of Amsterdam, with classical music being played at various spectacular locations on the canals of Amsterdam.

For more information regarding the exhibition held in 2007, please visit our website, www.gogallery.nl/aerosol-symphonies

Kind regards,


Oscar van der Voorn
GO Gallery
Prinsengracht 64
1015 DX Amsterdam.
Tel.: 020-4229580
www.gogallery.nl