zaterdag 28 april 2012
woensdag 25 april 2012
A SONG FOR THE SANE KID
Blood puddles in Rhodesia
Naked trees in Zimbabwe
Black smoke rises up in Norway
Only one game to go in Amsterdam
Who’s filling the gaps?
This new atomic reality will bring
forth a new beast
Their weak harvest brings forth an
unsanitary feast
Bye bye gravy train
You really ran a number on our
brains
If they only asked us who we were instead of what we wanted to be
Than a Universal future we could’ve
seen
Listen up:
If there is an ism you better not go
for schism
Yeah better grind your teeth when
you hear socialism
None will bring forth horns of
abundance
Only weak fragile trees
It’ll raid your soul and leave you
for dead
If they only asked who I was
But asked me what I wanted to
become instead
Oh my son what have they done?
Robbed us of progress and vision
Man is no longer what he was meant
to be
Oh my son what have we done?
If we remain docile we must bleed
donderdag 19 april 2012
Info new laser 3.14 exhibition: "Let me know the rules so I can ignore them"
Contact:
Lara Serer
Wieden+Kennedy Amsterdam
t: +31 (0) 20 712 6559
lara.serer@wk.com
"Let
me know the rules so I can ignore them"
Amsterdam 18 April
2012
–
On
Thursday 3 May 2012 Wieden+Kennedy Amsterdam will host ‘Let me know the rules
so I can ignore them’, an exhibition of the artist Laser 3.14.
The
artist will bring the street to W+K ,presenting
an installation of his new work, which consists of framed prints, steel shields
and handwork on wood panels.
Hailing
from Amsterdam, Laser 3.14’s passion for graffiti began in the 80’s, evolving
into sketching and producing comics, illustrating, and writing poetry. Towards
the end of the 90’s he ran into an artistic impasse and felt the need to
re-ignite a creative spark he felt had been lost. As a result, he went back to
his roots; graffiti writing. It was at this point he began to utilise the city
as his canvas, and turned his poetry into street art.
Laser
said, "I see no difference between
the city and the work that I add to its walls. The only distinction is that my
work is consciously visible to the public while the poetry of the city is not
accessible to everyone."
"Let me know the rules so I can ignore them" by Laser 3.14
Date: Thursday, May
3rd til May 18th 2012
Time: 6:00PM –
9:00PM
Address: Wieden+Kennedy
Amsterdam, Herengracht 258
RSVP: lara.serer@wk.com
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About Wieden+Kennedy Amsterdam
Wieden+Kennedy is an independent, creatively led
advertising agency that creates strong and provocative relationships
between good companies and their consumers.
Founded in 1992, the Amsterdam office is a
truly international agency purposefully built to produce global
and pan-European campaigns. Clients include Coca-Cola, Levi’s,
Heineken, GE, Nike, Electronic Arts, P&G, BASF, Beeline and
ESPN. W+K Amsterdam was recently named the world's most awarded
advertising agency in 2011 by The Gunn Report.
woensdag 18 april 2012
CINNAMON
If I ruled the day?
Where would I stay?
Would I renounce the sun
Or renounce the grey?
Could we join together converge and coalesce
Join together the now, the future, the past?
Radiant the flower bed
The courtyard and its walls
The tapestry beckons to be conquered
You’re here
Your skin immaculate poetry
Porcelain
I touch it
Nothing can touch us
A smile
And my barrier falls to shards
A glance
And the Universe is torn apart
I know
I know
I enter
Where would I stay?
Would I renounce the sun
Or renounce the grey?
Could we join together converge and coalesce
Join together the now, the future, the past?
Radiant the flower bed
The courtyard and its walls
The tapestry beckons to be conquered
You’re here
Your skin immaculate poetry
Porcelain
I touch it
Nothing can touch us
A smile
And my barrier falls to shards
A glance
And the Universe is torn apart
I know
I know
I enter
NO ESCAPE FOR THE DOCILE MAN
Blind men rule us
who are in deaf in one ear and refuse the hear with the other
Everything they touched made the world stand still
All their unnatural ideals made society ill
And repression followed
He who is right will be branded wrong
From refugee to tyranny
Asylum for the theocratic despots
and demographic disasters followed
We are all cut and gutted by the sharp edges of naivety
Deprived of all sense, reason, logic and rationality
All the swindling maniacs can count a stay out of jail card
But the common man on the street will fined and bullied
Until his dignity falls to shards
And discontent follows
We are forced into this senseless imperialism and its bleak destiny
And a great depression followed
Those who allow it to happen are just as guilty as the perpetrators
Those who refuse to take action are sailing that same boat
No escape for those who bow for tyranny
Well try they can:
There’s no escape for the docile man
maandag 16 april 2012
zondag 15 april 2012
THE HYMN OF THE GALLOWS
Can I come in?
I know we haven’t seen each other in years but can I come in?
There are people out there who hate for hating
Who discard love like a snake sheds its skin
The shadows force me in
Can I come in?
No I’m not a black-eyed dog scratching at your door
Yet I’m no longer that little boy pulling himself up the wall
glancing over the brim
Can I come in?
It’s warm in here
Warmer than I remember
I love what you’ve done with the room
No milk no sugar
No I can’t recollect all my sins
Thank you for letting me in
I’ll be gone before the early morning bell tolls
The early church bell rings
No diamond is worth your soul
An ego can only stretch so far
The halo cracked
The pavement shrieked
All these discrepancies make us weak
The liver couldn’t purge all the poison
The mind couldn’t refresh everything
Life such a medicine show filled with quacks
I’ve seen joy spiralling down the sink
We are down here by proxy
Made out of stardust and other things
Or will you let your teeth sink in?
Anyway:
Thanks for letting me in
I know we haven’t seen each other in years but can I come in?
There are people out there who hate for hating
Who discard love like a snake sheds its skin
The shadows force me in
Can I come in?
No I’m not a black-eyed dog scratching at your door
Yet I’m no longer that little boy pulling himself up the wall
glancing over the brim
Can I come in?
It’s warm in here
Warmer than I remember
I love what you’ve done with the room
No milk no sugar
No I can’t recollect all my sins
Thank you for letting me in
I’ll be gone before the early morning bell tolls
The early church bell rings
No diamond is worth your soul
An ego can only stretch so far
The halo cracked
The pavement shrieked
All these discrepancies make us weak
The liver couldn’t purge all the poison
The mind couldn’t refresh everything
Life such a medicine show filled with quacks
I’ve seen joy spiralling down the sink
We are down here by proxy
Made out of stardust and other things
Or will you let your teeth sink in?
Anyway:
Thanks for letting me in
donderdag 12 april 2012
BOOM BOOM
Looking at the razor
Dreaming how it would feel cutting
through the layers of your skin
You know how it would end
You just don’t have the guts to
begin
Looking in the mirror
All you see is a shapeless form
A heap of flesh
Nothing more man
Nothing less
Staring at a large glass full of
boom boom
Thinking back to a blissful life
that never was
It’s ironic how irony chases us
down
Your song is truly a melancholic
tune
You are the navigator
Who crashes through the walls of
your sins
I know even though I’m breathing I’m
not here
By default I’m walking the stage
I’m so nervous
In my head runs rampant the Minotaur
But believe me:
It was either this or the razor
A new photographic series on artist, Laser 3.14 shot by rising star Anne Barlinckhoff
We wanted to make a series about Laser 3.14 how it never is done. In a mysterious and creative way. Portraying him in his surroundings day and night.
Him, his work, our spontaneous moments and ideas. Trying to get people to think they know a lot more, but actually they don't. It's still a secret. The photographs are a secret about a secret. It tells a story, but leaves also something for your imagination. And of course Laser's awesome work in different ways.
Anne Barlinckhoff Amsterdam 2012
maandag 9 april 2012
DYING
From the day I was born I knew thus
moment would come
I took my time to come to this last
station
This last stop
I’ve reached the winter of my life
I can tell you I’ve had one hell of a
ride
I’ve got no regrets
So let the dark cloak come
and cover me
This bed has been my home for
months now
My body’s slowly shrivelling away
Its time has come
Yet I detect it has one last thing to
say
I’m now at ease with things slowly
deteriorating away
Death is the final destination
We all must (gasp) face
Death can be a Magnus opus
A great last act
The pinnacle of life (gasp)
yet the left behind (gasp)weep
As I close my eyes and drift away
over the oceans of stars (gasp)
Over…the.. (gasp)..oceans.. of…
eternity..
I…….
SPARKLES IN THE RAIN
I wish I knew you
I wish I could see every
indentation up close
Every discrepancy
Every little moll
I wish your ears could hear what I
hear
The universe humming
A void drenched of fear
I wish I could smell you
Experience you up close
Feel solace as I watch your
smallest gestures
The passing of time
Would be the only measure
I wish we could ride the gravy
train
Our hair dangling in the wind
At night we would sit on its roof
watching the sparkles
The sparkles in the rain
I AM SO SORRY BUT IT FELT RIGHT
Blossom and become majestic in
front of my eyes
A black carriage is standing at the
foot of the hill
The kids always seem to cough up
new thrills
From the mesa I am aiming down
At souls stuffed in a can of tin
There’s a hearse for every sin
Like eels the demurring souls slide
down
I’m going for liquid sky and liquid
dreams
Or so it seems
Blisters on the soul
Blisters on the palms of your hands
from wielding a knife
Tried to kill the ghoul without a
goal
Well what the heck
at least you tried
THIS DESIRE IMMORTAL
Prometheus
let us rediscover the fire
Let us once again rise from the
mire
Take down these erected walls cordoning
us
Brick by brick
Find something worth fighting for
that sticks
Heaven is just a breath away
Inhale sincerity
And believe me
it stays
Let’s rekindle what made us brave
There’s so much more beyond the membrane
of this cocoon
Perception should be harvested
and then strewn
dinsdag 3 april 2012
WE MADE IT HAPPEN
They asked me to walk in line
They asked me to regurgitate my
dignity out
I’ve never let it slip passed my
gullet
I stood my ground and walked proud
I could’ve made it easy for myself
I could’ve sat in front of the bus
But I rather walked among the
cracked skin full of abscesses
excreting puss
A smile is filed as a disease
in the sick world they created
They will govern everything to
death
Until their dark cloak has covered
and choked everything
And there’s nothing worth living
for left
They dreamed their gravy train
would roll on forever
But they miscalculated the ever
evolving progress
That always will purge the stench
To ignore that fact is like putting
your head between and vice
And being beaten to death by an
oversized wrench
Things can shortly be planned out
But beware there never was an
omnipotent plan
So when you feeling it sliding up
your gullet
You better stand your ground
And walk proud
maandag 2 april 2012
Buyers beware:
Buyers beware: The Dutch have always prided themselves with being
open-minded, benign, smart, democratic and having the virtue of freedom
of speech
But ever since the emergence of Pim Fortuyn that image has been shamelessly dragged through the sludge. There's a large group that will willingly and openly create an atmosphere where murder can and will happen. There's a large group of so called "do gooders" who are willing to murder or let murder happen.
This group is not benign (even though they present themselves as being benign) nor are they open minded, nor are they smart, or even understanding the virtue of democracy and even more the virtue of freedom of speech.
I myself always believed in an open forum that cut both ways. Which means that in this open forum one should always objectively listen to what people have to say without going into a fit. Cause even the voices you might not agree upon might be right.
But ever since the emergence of Pim Fortuyn that image has been shamelessly dragged through the sludge. There's a large group that will willingly and openly create an atmosphere where murder can and will happen. There's a large group of so called "do gooders" who are willing to murder or let murder happen.
This group is not benign (even though they present themselves as being benign) nor are they open minded, nor are they smart, or even understanding the virtue of democracy and even more the virtue of freedom of speech.
I myself always believed in an open forum that cut both ways. Which means that in this open forum one should always objectively listen to what people have to say without going into a fit. Cause even the voices you might not agree upon might be right.
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