Walking to the Sydney Pleasure Gardens in Bath, the Bloggist and his friend, Alfred Jarry, amuse themselves with their scatalogical sense of humour at the expense of The Holburne Museum’s refurbishment.
Monday, 23 November 2009
Le Bloggist s'amuse
Walking to the Sydney Pleasure Gardens in Bath, the Bloggist and his friend, Alfred Jarry, amuse themselves with their scatalogical sense of humour at the expense of The Holburne Museum’s refurbishment.
Monday, 16 November 2009
Monday, 19 October 2009
Hello, I am Colette Reyes
Thus the first company would charge, and would engage for awhile, fighting desperately.
The raft had long since stopped and only the waves of the current beat softly against it below.
The road is not swept for the ss my daughter, but for a minister.
Thank you, Colette, for your email - another Readymade sent to the Blogger by an unkown correspondent.
The raft had long since stopped and only the waves of the current beat softly against it below.
The road is not swept for the ss my daughter, but for a minister.
Thank you, Colette, for your email - another Readymade sent to the Blogger by an unkown correspondent.
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
Buil de Onplezierig
We don’t invent Buil de Onplezierig – we discover him and only invent the notions for describing him.
The yellow baboon, Buil de Onplezierig, speaks only about basic elements of experience. "Don't think but look!" What was will be or beaten and content. Joke; followed by a chthonic water beast. Shows of the life and in love, ready to wear, daily. “It is not natural to think”; Buil de Onplezierig is illogical, Buil de Onplezierig remains silent, Buil de Onplezierig expresses no thoughts. Telling Buil de Onplezierig something he does not understand is pointless, even if you add that he will not be able to understand it. Buil de Onplezierig imagines the world as a ceaseless riot of noise and illusion. Buil de Onplezierig walks alone apart from the other within him.
Buil de Onplezierig has no more reason to exist than the apparent death of his mentor is said to have happened. Everything is equally valuable or equally worthless. Buil de Onplezierig simply puts everything before us, he does not deduce anything. Everything is open and there is nothing to explain. The mind of Buil de Onplezierig half accepts, half rejects nothingness. Buil de Onplezierig knows only his self; he has no notion of anything or any person; the more precisely Buil de Onplezierig is known, the less precisely Buil de Onplezierig can be known. He keeps an outlandish old man docile with alcohol and chains. Buil de Onplezierig sees the universe as all spots and jumps, without unity and without continuity, without coherence, orderliness or any of the other properties of uniformity and constancy. There seem to be no clear boundaries, order or meaning to anything. A large part of Buil de Onplezierig’s life is spent just trying to work out the pattern behind everything.
Buil de Onplezierig is possible greatness. His behaviour is erratic, and our understanding of the probability of his actions is questionable. Our observations of Buil de Onplezierig have an effect on his behaviour. Observe Buil de Onplezierig and he observes us. When we observe Buil de Onplezierig he chooses what we observe. His existence proves the notion that simplicity equals truth is false. Buil de Onplezierig’s life is perfectly conventional, he is married, living in his own home and working. Buil de Onplezierig does not care who you slept with last night, what gender that person was, or if you are married to that person. Buil de Onplezierig believes in the triumphant progress of science which makes profound changes in humanity inevitable and is confident in the radiant splendour of his future. Buil de Onplezierig rebels against the tyranny of the words “harmony” and “good taste”; they are barbed wire, a crown of thorns.
Buil de Onplezierig, "abrupt of emotion", does not care to know how your week is going, what is going on in your life, and how, as your friend, he can serve you. It is said of Buil de Onplezierig that he has no idea of goodness, he is naturally wicked, he is vicious and he does not know virtue. Buil de Onplezierig eats human flesh, leads a debauched life and is always full of violence and intrigues.
Buil de Onplezierig hears the distant bark of the fox, the baying of the wolf, the snarl of the wildcat, the weird call of the owl, followed by the “Ha-ha-ha!”. Buil de Onplezierig, in the guise of the slave Money, stealthily stealing, without a passport, carries a monstrous gourd with holes cut in it representing eyes and mouth. Buil de Onplezierig has no honour to lose. The slave Money is a manic depressive, over exuberant on the highs and over gloomy on the lows. Buil de Onplezierig just sits around doing nothing and accumulating masses of objects. Buil de Onplezierig despises the slave Money and the hypocrisy of his life. Buil de Onplezierig recalls visions of an anarchic world in which instinctual drives were untrammelled by moderation. The question is obvious, who could have done this?
The slave Money, cold and dark, sits on Buil de Onplezierig’s shoulder. The slave Money is a willing slave. He needs no chains. He is fond of his slavery. He is proud of his slavery. The slave Money is impulsive. He counts 28 hills, each constructed of about 1,500 heads. When a thing is right, it is right – in place, time and purpose. Buil de Onplezierig is grossly swollen, an abyss of anarchy and disintegration.
The slave Money glares at Buil de Onplezierig like a wild beast. The slave Money does not use agriculture or laws other than each man to himself. Buil de Onplezierig buys nothing without the slave Money, lethal and infected. The more precisely Buil de Onplezierig is known, the less precisely Buil de Onplezierig can be known. Buil de Onplezierig plied the slave Money with wine and while he slept, pierced his eye with a burning stake. A horrible recollection sickened him, stones were thrown at him so as to kill him. He remembers a time of repression, a reining-in of deviant behaviour, dead livestock and the death of babies and children. Buil de Onplezierig builds a tower.
To the outside world Buil de Onplezierig is a very extraordinary man and inventive genius, a literary scholar and cultural theorist. He is well built, in proportion, and he is most gentle and considerate and of an extremely placid disposition which nothing appears to ruffle. And five shoes now end my thoughts.
The yellow baboon, Buil de Onplezierig, speaks only about basic elements of experience. "Don't think but look!" What was will be or beaten and content. Joke; followed by a chthonic water beast. Shows of the life and in love, ready to wear, daily. “It is not natural to think”; Buil de Onplezierig is illogical, Buil de Onplezierig remains silent, Buil de Onplezierig expresses no thoughts. Telling Buil de Onplezierig something he does not understand is pointless, even if you add that he will not be able to understand it. Buil de Onplezierig imagines the world as a ceaseless riot of noise and illusion. Buil de Onplezierig walks alone apart from the other within him.
Buil de Onplezierig has no more reason to exist than the apparent death of his mentor is said to have happened. Everything is equally valuable or equally worthless. Buil de Onplezierig simply puts everything before us, he does not deduce anything. Everything is open and there is nothing to explain. The mind of Buil de Onplezierig half accepts, half rejects nothingness. Buil de Onplezierig knows only his self; he has no notion of anything or any person; the more precisely Buil de Onplezierig is known, the less precisely Buil de Onplezierig can be known. He keeps an outlandish old man docile with alcohol and chains. Buil de Onplezierig sees the universe as all spots and jumps, without unity and without continuity, without coherence, orderliness or any of the other properties of uniformity and constancy. There seem to be no clear boundaries, order or meaning to anything. A large part of Buil de Onplezierig’s life is spent just trying to work out the pattern behind everything.
Buil de Onplezierig is possible greatness. His behaviour is erratic, and our understanding of the probability of his actions is questionable. Our observations of Buil de Onplezierig have an effect on his behaviour. Observe Buil de Onplezierig and he observes us. When we observe Buil de Onplezierig he chooses what we observe. His existence proves the notion that simplicity equals truth is false. Buil de Onplezierig’s life is perfectly conventional, he is married, living in his own home and working. Buil de Onplezierig does not care who you slept with last night, what gender that person was, or if you are married to that person. Buil de Onplezierig believes in the triumphant progress of science which makes profound changes in humanity inevitable and is confident in the radiant splendour of his future. Buil de Onplezierig rebels against the tyranny of the words “harmony” and “good taste”; they are barbed wire, a crown of thorns.
Buil de Onplezierig, "abrupt of emotion", does not care to know how your week is going, what is going on in your life, and how, as your friend, he can serve you. It is said of Buil de Onplezierig that he has no idea of goodness, he is naturally wicked, he is vicious and he does not know virtue. Buil de Onplezierig eats human flesh, leads a debauched life and is always full of violence and intrigues.
Buil de Onplezierig hears the distant bark of the fox, the baying of the wolf, the snarl of the wildcat, the weird call of the owl, followed by the “Ha-ha-ha!”. Buil de Onplezierig, in the guise of the slave Money, stealthily stealing, without a passport, carries a monstrous gourd with holes cut in it representing eyes and mouth. Buil de Onplezierig has no honour to lose. The slave Money is a manic depressive, over exuberant on the highs and over gloomy on the lows. Buil de Onplezierig just sits around doing nothing and accumulating masses of objects. Buil de Onplezierig despises the slave Money and the hypocrisy of his life. Buil de Onplezierig recalls visions of an anarchic world in which instinctual drives were untrammelled by moderation. The question is obvious, who could have done this?
The slave Money, cold and dark, sits on Buil de Onplezierig’s shoulder. The slave Money is a willing slave. He needs no chains. He is fond of his slavery. He is proud of his slavery. The slave Money is impulsive. He counts 28 hills, each constructed of about 1,500 heads. When a thing is right, it is right – in place, time and purpose. Buil de Onplezierig is grossly swollen, an abyss of anarchy and disintegration.
The slave Money glares at Buil de Onplezierig like a wild beast. The slave Money does not use agriculture or laws other than each man to himself. Buil de Onplezierig buys nothing without the slave Money, lethal and infected. The more precisely Buil de Onplezierig is known, the less precisely Buil de Onplezierig can be known. Buil de Onplezierig plied the slave Money with wine and while he slept, pierced his eye with a burning stake. A horrible recollection sickened him, stones were thrown at him so as to kill him. He remembers a time of repression, a reining-in of deviant behaviour, dead livestock and the death of babies and children. Buil de Onplezierig builds a tower.
To the outside world Buil de Onplezierig is a very extraordinary man and inventive genius, a literary scholar and cultural theorist. He is well built, in proportion, and he is most gentle and considerate and of an extremely placid disposition which nothing appears to ruffle. And five shoes now end my thoughts.
Sunday, 20 September 2009
60 SECOND INTERVIEW: WHAT IS ’PATAPHYSICS?
What is ’Pataphysics?
’Pataphysics is a vast forested plain of rich soils and temperate climate, sloping gently toward the east and terminating in cliffs along the Ocean or, travelling in the opposite direction from the coast, the country rises in a succession of limestone pavements, wind-swept, semiarid, and bare of vegetation.
What is the weather in ’Pataphysics?
The climate is less severe than was supposed by early colonisers. One day out of three, the wind blows and cuts to the marrow. When the wind is not blowing high rainfall and low temperatures give rise to cold and humid air masses resulting in ice-fields and glaciers, in fact, the largest ice-fields in western literature.
What about cities in ’Pataphysics?
Cities are situated on the forested plain along rivers where transportation depends wholly on the French naval frigate Méduse. The cities are built only a few feet above the level of the river, and streets usually end at the margin of the impenetrable forest. The heavy rainfall results in severe flooding on a regular basis. Built with no river defences and with defective drainage, the death-rate in the cities is high.
What is the principal industry of ’Pataphysics?
The principal industry of ’Pataphysics is the retail of agricultural products such as loin of sea turtle, dolphin livers, Piranha Salad, Congealed sweetened pigs blood, Water buffalo skin, marmalade of sea anemone and fermented beets: all sold from stalls decorated with fantastic landscapes made of caster oil, Madeleine cakes, butter and dried meat.
Why have I heard of ’Pataphysics?
The region became fashionable with wealthy celebrities, fuelling a boom in property prices. These new residents seek to puzzle and, indeed, confuse many people but for those who have accepted their private obsessions with landscaped gardens there is no doubt as to their value and achievements. Of the original inhabitants, the ’Pataphysic giants, the most important are Satrap Queneau, Bison Ravi and Vice-Rogator Chapman, all now, sadly, gone.
What is ’Pataphysics to the ordinary person in the street?
’Pataphysics is the experience of the ordinary person in the street! The ordinary person in the street moves in a world drained of meaning and sees people in pursuit of objectives that cannot be attained and cannot be understood; they suffer the shock of the realization that the world is ceasing to make sense.
And so, as our sponsor recommends, “Mangez le cheesecake et pas du pain”.
’Pataphysics is a vast forested plain of rich soils and temperate climate, sloping gently toward the east and terminating in cliffs along the Ocean or, travelling in the opposite direction from the coast, the country rises in a succession of limestone pavements, wind-swept, semiarid, and bare of vegetation.
What is the weather in ’Pataphysics?
The climate is less severe than was supposed by early colonisers. One day out of three, the wind blows and cuts to the marrow. When the wind is not blowing high rainfall and low temperatures give rise to cold and humid air masses resulting in ice-fields and glaciers, in fact, the largest ice-fields in western literature.
What about cities in ’Pataphysics?
Cities are situated on the forested plain along rivers where transportation depends wholly on the French naval frigate Méduse. The cities are built only a few feet above the level of the river, and streets usually end at the margin of the impenetrable forest. The heavy rainfall results in severe flooding on a regular basis. Built with no river defences and with defective drainage, the death-rate in the cities is high.
What is the principal industry of ’Pataphysics?
The principal industry of ’Pataphysics is the retail of agricultural products such as loin of sea turtle, dolphin livers, Piranha Salad, Congealed sweetened pigs blood, Water buffalo skin, marmalade of sea anemone and fermented beets: all sold from stalls decorated with fantastic landscapes made of caster oil, Madeleine cakes, butter and dried meat.
Why have I heard of ’Pataphysics?
The region became fashionable with wealthy celebrities, fuelling a boom in property prices. These new residents seek to puzzle and, indeed, confuse many people but for those who have accepted their private obsessions with landscaped gardens there is no doubt as to their value and achievements. Of the original inhabitants, the ’Pataphysic giants, the most important are Satrap Queneau, Bison Ravi and Vice-Rogator Chapman, all now, sadly, gone.
What is ’Pataphysics to the ordinary person in the street?
’Pataphysics is the experience of the ordinary person in the street! The ordinary person in the street moves in a world drained of meaning and sees people in pursuit of objectives that cannot be attained and cannot be understood; they suffer the shock of the realization that the world is ceasing to make sense.
And so, as our sponsor recommends, “Mangez le cheesecake et pas du pain”.
Monday, 17 August 2009
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