Saturday, 8 December 2007

Saturday, 1 December 2007

this month

when I want to look like rocks in the fields

Thursday, 29 November 2007

Tuesday, 27 November 2007

Sunday, 25 November 2007

Friday, 23 November 2007

Monday, 19 November 2007

Friday, 16 November 2007

A physical structure that is a simple machine is a ramp.

friday return

Thursday, 15 November 2007

We, the First Committee of the International Necronautical Society, declare the following:-

1.That death is a type of space, which we intend to map, enter, colonise and, eventually, inhabit.

2. That there is no beauty without death, its immanence. We shall sing death's beauty - that is, beauty.

3. That we shall take it upon us, as our task, to bring death out into the world. We will chart all its forms and media: in literature and art, where it is most apparent; also in science and culture, where it lurks submerged but no less potent for the obfuscation. We shall attempt to tap into its frequencies - by radio, the internet and all sites where its processes and avatars are active. In the quotidian, to no smaller a degree, death moves: in traffic accidents both realised and narrowly avoided; in hearses and undertakers' shops, in florists' wreaths, in butchers' fridges and in dustbins of decaying produce. Death moves in our appartments, through our television screens, the wires and plumbing in our walls, our dreams. Our very bodies are no more than vehicles carrying us ineluctably towards death. We are all necronauts, always, already.


Wednesday, 14 November 2007

Wednesday, 7 November 2007

Tuesday, 6 November 2007


It is played by the hand body, that strikes the tambourine body using the bare hands body. Attached to the tambourine are metal jingles so that when the tambourine shakes it will create this sound. The tambourine can be a drum that has a small polygonal or circular frame.

Monday, 5 November 2007

our first album together

Sunday, 4 November 2007

Saturday, 3 November 2007


a surface connecting two levels

Thursday, 1 November 2007

the architecture of mothers arms

the architecture of my mothers arms

seven transcriptions
17. Everything has its mouth to manifestation; and this is the language of nature, whence everything speaks out of its property, and continually manifests, declares, and sets forth itself for what it is good or profitable; for each thing manifests its mother, which thus gives the essence and the will to the form. JACOB BOEHME

early model for symmetry

calligraphics of disappearance and the signature of woodlands

Wednesday, 31 October 2007

Romek Marber, Lost Moorings, Simenon

Monday, 29 October 2007