PARTY ON WAYNE!
Thanks to our friend Howard Plum, the MEDIA2017 show will air on New York cable access. So if you are in the area, you better have a good excuse to not tune in. Show times and channels are below although may vary.
CHANNEL 16 in Schenectady County - NY
Friday @ 12am (Midnight) & Late! Saturday night @ 1am
(after the Howard Plum show)
CHANNEL 18 in Albany County - NY
Thursday’s @ 3:30pm
(after the Howard Plum show)
www.howardplum.com - (check it out)
www.sacctv.org
esoteric poetic occultism to induce altered states of ultra-consciousness through rhythmic monotonous linguistic empathology.
Ambidextrous leviathans homogenized within a laboratorial conglomerate of materialism imperialism. Semi cynical children swallow primordial lobotomies through tele-ecstatic microwave linguistic technologies. An etymology of tomorrows governing micro ecology policies for a better macrocosmic unoculour-society. Fertile exo-symbolic idiosyncratic empathical vibratory fractal factories. Sacrilegious intangible 56k mentality metotabolize hypocrisy for a plastic democracy. televangelistic monopoly pornography. Unapologetic supergalactic ontogenetic analogies. hyperspacial time resonantial intereflective cosmic quantum hyper-hybreeding ultragalactic adoption drop off holocausts. dargoth. tomahawk. cybercop. underdog. thundergod. sychronozationalized improvisational semi-demi god. infinite amorpheous static-electrono linquistic hallucinatory ultraconscious super-stasis. choa-exstatic randomized individual identity entities resonant re-emergence emergency. tele-holotropic extra-lobal infinantcy vacumized within intensity of intimacy. super solar auditory auditoriums of divine excellency. ultra-sonic hypnotic celebrities of sympathy through exo-egocentricity. megalothic intangible universal metaphors creating universes upon universe. eternaly divisible multiplications from arythmagicians of arcance calculative symphonic orgasms. clandestine universities within the robes of ego and individualism. ultra-organic panoramic empathetical forever blossoming dreameries. dargoth, son of elixer, wand of the solar wind. portal to the sun. throughout the realms of the illuminatory hyperbolic-holodeck. wish comander of thy self and thy wisdom of extrovertical totality of introhorizontal experience and copetence capacity of galactic elasticity. ultrafirior vertigo intermediacy combined modality. esoteric non-language patterns of exo-rythmic refractive impedency. dissolusive thought loops of finite forcome forbearance upon fear. anolog tele-empahetic retorical analogies.
DETOUR 2005
art + video + film + poetry + musicThur Oct 13th thru Sun Oct 16th
Newark, New Jersey USA
DETOUR PARTICIPATING ARTISTS
Angola (multimedia) - Alex AeQea Ariumn (video) - Ivan Arocha (multimedia) - Boris (multimedia) - Copie (art) - Celia Cotelo (film + video) - Zoran Dragelj (video) - Matt Gosser (photography) - Jade (culinary artist) - Dave Lancet (performance + poetry) - Narciso Montero (Nacho) (multimedia) - Kristine D. Paige (art) - Jomo Ray (art + performance) - Joe Rodríguez (percussion) - Patryk Rebisz (video) - Dr. T (Emile Tobenfeld) (video) - Oscar Torres (art) - Ernest Shukara Walker (art) - The Remarkable - Mr. Butter Jonzz (music) - Military Mindz (music) - Streets (music) - Young Streets (music) - Water Bug Spoken Word Crew (music) - Nakoma (music) - XO (music) - Brielle (music) - Peasant (music) - Nick Sloane (music) - Ahleesah (music)
Green Eggs and SLAM
an eternal ethereal plethora amore
betwixt ego amidst imperial decor
wisdom within whispers rapt metaphors a lore
such secrets so simple locked behind doors
where exists a force which denies us with lies
they try ever so hard to let the truth die
for those who aren’t closed as per the 3rd eye
see through the blinds and though their disguise
we see all of us cry from the stars in the sky
for stars sing when we die and they sing us alive
so as i look down from above all i see is the love
all i see is the beauty which feels more than enough
immaculate contraception
Homogenized talks of lobotomized thoughts seemingly lifeless amongst an elevator skyscraper skyline backdrop window crop. Another mundane Monday dawns upon another lustless billowy dusk. A twilight in the midst speaks upon you indefinitely. “This is your Team Leader speaking to you for you as per the Central Computer. You as a diluted pollutant, grease of the cog, man of the machine. Tonic up on your preferred Imperial Delirium Serum. Hypnotic are you not.”
Behold the toxic screensaver for the mind to keep us blind. Your favorite Pop-Culture false prophet. A brother from another mother. Toxic enema for the 21st century enigma. A revolution in revelation. Behold, your best friend, your dream, your wisdom, and your life. Behold and be held. Warm within its glow. Shine upon its glory. Oh Shrine O’ the Lord of the conglomerate Christ. TV is life.
Tivo your life. Bootleg your dreams.
We are the cattle being paddled with a gavel down the shadow of an ass-hole on a pay-per-view channel.
On another channel there is a show about time, space, God and pants. You see folks God’s pants were created by angels and are made of the infinite fabric of all space. Time is a fart in the pants of God. Travel through the fabric of God’s pants. Embrace the divinity of ultimate supreme creation. That dick all mighty. Free yourself form the spiritual condom of your existence. The immaculate contraception is force at hand and strong at will. Together let us focus and change the channel on the corporate remote of cognitive cancer. Lets change our lives. Lets change our minds. Lets change God’s pants.
fear not
fear not the hyperbolic overcast of conglomerate showdown
fear not the essence of dignity dissolved into the supreme deity of unity
fear not the creations of manifest through the will of realization and intent
fear not the aptitude and self reluctance to overcome opposition of self
within the whim of an acolyte apocalyptic arrogance, the essence of light to the dark which struggles to beseech in comparison, an effervescence of core and still navigate into creation the maps of time. a reluctance to peek beyond, ahead through adjacent concrescent esplanades of vast and glory. as material is to wisdom, the wind stretches like the mind as concepts grasp upon a dreamcatcher. this is your minute, this is now. a cosmic dwindle in the glow. you are more than the self in which your time has encompassed. let the light upon your shadow cast a glimpse between your soul. dissolve forbearance into chaos to provoke dictation of action and truth to mark the whole. settle for no less than tomorrow. live in no more than right now.
the only opposition is yourself. your day are the people around you. your night are the ones in your heart. your hate is a face in the mirror which you have only forgotten to name. your blame is a window of exposure. your rage is a lack of compassion. your sloth is a fear of getting older.
dont attempt to catch a moment that preys upon the predators. capture capacity for coherency.
as i am without yours, this is not me as you read here but merely you without these words. this is nothing more than your comprehensive interpretation.
b y e
BLUESHIFT TWO!
OCCULT FETISH EXTRAVAGANZA
001
elementary heavy-weighted
diligent filament
fulfillment of lost innocence and elegance
in the battlenets of heaven-sent and hell’s regrets
of relevant resenting resonance and pestilence
a felt in time
a stomach of hunger
a lemon
a lime
another dream dies
for yet another surprise
planet of saturn fatima pattern
maximous minimum
imminent interim
the casualty cattle placed upon a mantle
a fathom within the phantom
an atom and an anvil
ammo for the channel
bent on mentally dementing preteens with tv and bikinis
so when fiends see these they think dreamy and drop logic
for hypnotic mind optics primed for mind robbing advertising brainwashing
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