LOVE

©Anna Leevia

PATER OR THE COMFORT OF BEING SAD

caring cheater
attentious liar
loving hipocrite

you are.

are we?

CARTE DU TENDRE

My favorite Lac D'indiference

IN PRAISE OF PRODUCTIVE PROCRASTINATION: KEN BUTLER

On my wanderings I had the privilege to witness a good number of experimental music acts. Bad ones, good ones, strange ones. One highlight was a live performance from Ken Butler, an American artist, musician and experimental music instrument builder. I used to live up from Sideshow gallery in New York, where the concert above took place in October 2011. Learn more about Butler's unique work: http://kenbutler.squarespace.com//

Lately I've been writing a lot for the Brazilian travel market, leaving me almost no time to write in english about my experiences off work. I'm starting a series called "In Praise Of Productive Procrastination", to share videos of interesting things I come across. Videos/audios won't be edited to excellence. The point here is sharing things that are usually buried on my numerous HD disks.

"in an assassination crisis the anti-human and reactionary forces tend to solidify their prejudices and to use all ruptures as a means of knocking natural Freedom off the goddamned end seat at the bar."

"I'm also told by the God-fearing that I have 'sinned' because I was born a human being and once upon a time human beings did something to one Jesus Christ. I neither killed Christ or Kennedy." 

“those little headshrinkers… saying this is so because your mother had a clubfoot and your father drank and a chicken shitted in your mouth when you were three years old and therefore you are a homosexual or a punchpress operator. Everything but the truth: simply that some men feel bad because life is bad for them the way it is and it could easily be made better.”

"they hang in the parks with the Che idol, with pictures of Castro in their amulets, going OOOOOOOOMMMMMOOOOOOOMMM while William Burroughs, Jean Genet and Allen Ginsberg lead them. these writers have gone, soft, cuckoo, eggshit, female – not homo but female – and if I were a cop I’d feel like clubbing their addled brains myself."


— Charles Bukowski