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"Our Revolution of the Future"

Oct. 9th, 2007 | 07:21 pm

Ingenius.
The new truth created by filthy lies.
A book written backwards but read forwards.
Words that stop making sense once they’ve been written.

A rhythm that’s broken when played.
A melody with silent notes.
A placebo of sorts.
A paradox.

Filling a quota with empty words and numbers.
An expectation from the royals for the masses.
A list of tasks to distract from a mundane reality.

An awakening of the undead.
An omen of the new future.
An unstable realisation.
An answer.

The oppressed will rise above the pressing.
A wave of purpose will flood young minds.
Those sickened and weakened will stand.

A strength created from within.
A force of the collective.
A beginning forms.
A breath.

The propaganda of the present will be destroyed.
A dedication will be written down in stone.
Scars will burn with the possiblity of change.

An organisation of thoughts.
An innovation of amends.
An ideal to create.
An alteration.

The line is drawn and reached.
A victory tastes sweeter.
The conquered disperse.

Rules.
Lies.
Hate.
Strength.
Ideas.
Uprising.
Change.

Us.

-artistsrunwild-

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The Carnivorous Cheese #1

Sep. 10th, 2007 | 08:35 pm



~ Phoebe Gao

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DADA Revolution

Sep. 10th, 2007 | 08:25 pm

Spaghetti Western ...

Spaghetti Western - like Dada = ment to move like a turtle but ended in the soup - as it was hit by the starting gun - fired by a drunk nun - whos mom saw the ant crossing the "Do not tresspass the grass" - sign - while the soldiers got in line to be shot - by the photographer of the time magazine - with the reporter who forgot his machine gun to make the news - which is not new as it has already happend. Ice scream on a hot summerday on the beach. - I want to dissapear -. reapear - with a cheer on the other side of the doorway - on the theater stage. - I say - hear me listen - hear me speak. Connect to the dots. Ventilate the Ventilator.

Moral words of art: I think , Pretty, good, bad spirit , collague , nice scepticism, ugly , vulgar, excellent , great all definition definition - to think is pretensions - the side note of art. It is - or not is. Polite Police sieze to please the people beyond the miracle for no longer looking for proper ettiquette solutions which are rather a polution than a contribution. Shoot to kill - be honest - act without a react. Clear shot statement on the pavement that is how it ment. The mad miracle: Strait is the Virgin as Dada is as it is a direct hit between the eyes - opening the third eye-if not blow the brains out. Act on the stage. Dada is like a mental illness as Dada has a brain like a brain , like a water lilly - acting at the same time as a artichoke doorknob. Try the new food... a new spaghetti in the west comming from Australia. Yes, it is not Italian synchronized.

The truth is I belong to those people - but I find myself rather likeable. This at 76%.

The desperate individual is a sign of the time in his hearts he read the history of the time. It is rather scandalous that one must omit so such of a sentiment nature in order to arrive at one's destination of translation of a certain fase that birth gave to them. Not quite a question of entlightment. He went this way. The splendour of the green worlds behind door nr.2 Come from the stairs. This is wheel of Fortune.

Candidate nr. 22643

To avoid this all relight the Cabaret Voltaire , my friend - pick a chair in the old theater - and let the revoltage unfold itselfs on the stage. As we are back in the trenches. We are hungry - searching for the authentic voice - that still echos. So hear me speak - hear me listen. Ventilate the Ventilator and flow the Strum, eat the Spaghetti Western.

Arise, Arise - cause tommorrow will belong to Spaghetti Western - as Dada Siegt.

But now for something completly different.

[ the Larche ]

~ Viowave - give him your attention

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Entropic Progression

Aug. 19th, 2007 | 02:26 pm

Entropic Progression

Entropy, the tendency of all organised systems to decay.
Entr py, th e tendency of all organism systemmms to decay.
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~ Wyl Morris (http://nminuspi.deviantart.com/)

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In the beginning...

Aug. 15th, 2007 | 04:47 pm

...there was a 'zine.

It wasn't this one.

But it was a start.


Fast-forward several decades:
And we would like to welcome you to Spaghetti Western, the 'zine that offers nothing more or nothing less than a creative platform for the most ludicrously ambiguous or ambitious output that our contributors can provide!


WE NEED:
- writers
- artists
- philosophers
- poets
- philosophic poets
- critics
- comics
- political activists
- the deviously devious
- the freakishly observant
- the celebrators of the mundane
- anyone who wants to submit the hell out of their work!


There is no limit to topic, no limit to content and no limit to the number of things or times you can contribute.
Basically, we just want to provide a soapbox of sorts, to recognise and celebrate creative talent - the more original, the better.

Hopefully we will, sooner or later, get an actual print-'zine up and running in Melbourne, Australia (where we are based) - until then, this page is your stage, all you men and women are merely players, and it's fun to inappropriately appropriate Shakespeare quotes.

TO SUBMIT/ENQUIRE:
- leave a comment on this entry (for non-LiveJournal users, you can comment us as "Anonymous", as long as you provide us with a contact email or 'blog
- email your submissions/suggestions to spider_rust@hotmail.com
- keep checking back here for updates!

Stay sane, my minions;
Midnight

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