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The canopy over the main doorway of the Ritz hotel
Had served as a very large umbrella when the May rains fell
Still the men of Paris glistened and their ladies did as well
As long as their powder was dry there'd be some heterosexual thrills
With or without the protection of the Paris Ritz hotel
And every single Parisian will love tonight without using hands
And these are the slides that Mary took when we were overseas
Oh, look at the funny little Frenchman with some French company
There's the Ritz hotel where me and Mary Stayed a couple of days
Jerry, let go of your sister, what is wrong with you today
Sit over there with your mother and let's sing La Marseillaise
The only way children are punished, unlike old times is without using hands
Oh, look at the funny little Frenchman with some French company
There's the Ritz hotel where me and Mary Stayed a couple of days
Jerry, let go of your sister, what is wrong with you today
Sit over there with your mother and let's sing La Marseillaise
The only way children are punished, unlike old times is without using hands
Oh, what a lovely city, city, city, city
Oh, what a lovely city, city, city, city
Oh, what a lovely city, city, city, city
Oh, what a lovely city, city, city, city
Oh, are you willing to go
Oh, are you willing to go
How about letting me know, without using hands
Oh, what a lovely city, city, city, city
Oh, what a lovely city, city, city, city
Oh, what a lovely city, city, city, city
Oh, are you willing to go
Oh, are you willing to go
How about letting me know, without using hands
When the explosion rocked the lobby of the Ritz hotel
Nobody moved for fear of learning that they weren't all that well
Is there is anybody missing, answer only if you're well
Everyone cheered the good fortune, for indeed it turned out well
Only the manager suffered, but at least his face looks swell
Nobody moved for fear of learning that they weren't all that well
Is there is anybody missing, answer only if you're well
Everyone cheered the good fortune, for indeed it turned out well
Only the manager suffered, but at least his face looks swell
The manager is going to live his entire life without using hands
Without using
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STEWART HOME - radically inauthentic since 1962
Stewart Home is the most out there writer on the planet - the only person on earth who is visible to the naked eye from outer space! He really does burn that brightly. The London Review of Books has praised Home by saying: "I really don't think anyone who is at all interested in literature has any business not knowing the work of Stewart Home." However, this notorious egg bagel eater prefers to liken himself to "a proletarian comedian with Tourette's spewing obscenities". He much prefers standing on his head and reciting sexually explicit passages from his work at public events to courting the literary establishment.
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AVI PITCHON
Avi Pitchon is an Israeli writer, curator and artist living and working in London. In 2010 he curated the first Middle-Eastern retrospective exhibition of Slovenia's IRWIN group and the NSK State, which opened in The Israeli Centre For Digital Art, Holon, IL. Pitchon's visual art work has been displayed recently at the Taipei Biennale, der Haus der Kulturen der Welt in Berlin, and the Škuc Gallery in Ljubljana Slovenia. He recently published art theory essays in a book accompanying artist Yael Bartana's appearance in the Venice Biennial, and in the 'State Of Emergence' anthology documenting the First NSK Citizens Congress in Berlin. He is a regular music and arts writer for magazines and periodicals in the UK, Germany and Israel. His first book, an eyewitness account of Israeli counterculture in the '80s is about to be published in 2012. Pitchon's recent work and writing deals with the relationships between art and politics, with a focus on utopian and otherwise monumental aesthetics and iconography and their penetration to popular culture.
VolkArtBerlinTaipeiLjubljana2010_2011sml Emily McMehen & Avi Pitchon
http://avipitchon.blogspot.co.uk/2010_11_01_archive.html
http://irwin.si/texts/irwin-the-eye-of-the-state/
http://avipitchon.blogspot.co.uk/2010/12/escape-from-another-planet.html
http://avipitchon.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/mylf-communique-in-discussion.html
http://times.nskstate.com/basking-in-the-light-of-a-black-and-white-sun/
http://jewishquarterly.org/author/avi-pitchon/
http://times.nskstate.com/tag/israel/
http://www.myspace.com/noonmem
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abDzQYW5kHQ
http://www.myspace.com/astridthingplatz
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-xFQibV4Do
http://avipitchon.blogspot.co.uk/2010/12/escape-from-another-planet.html
http://avipitchon.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/mylf-communique-in-discussion.html
http://times.nskstate.com/basking-in-the-light-of-a-black-and-white-sun/
http://jewishquarterly.org/author/avi-pitchon/
http://times.nskstate.com/tag/israel/
http://www.myspace.com/noonmem
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abDzQYW5kHQ
http://www.myspace.com/astridthingplatz
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-xFQibV4Do
'Dedicated to the friendship of English-speaking peoples'.
I've just come back from England
With astounding, scientific sort of news
There exist in England living creatures
Much the same as me and you.
With astounding, scientific sort of news
There exist in England living creatures
Much the same as me and you.
Sure, it sounds fantastic though,
But facts are facts most everywhere
That was in New York, it was in Paris, maybe the coast of Peru
But facts are facts most everywhere
That was in New York, it was in Paris, maybe the coast of Peru
No no no, no not fair, it was England
Yes it was, it was England
Yes it was, it was in her coal
Yes it was, it was England
Yes it was, it was in her coal
How was England weather? much like ours but with a moister sort of air.
Their communication? much like ours but with a drier sort of air.
Reproduction? good question: final big surprise in there:
That's just like New York, just like Paris, just like the coast of Peru
Their communication? much like ours but with a drier sort of air.
Reproduction? good question: final big surprise in there:
That's just like New York, just like Paris, just like the coast of Peru
No no no, me and her,
there in England
Me and her, there in England
Me and her, there in England, oh
Me and her, there in England
Me and her, there in England, oh
No no no, lots of fun, there in England
Lots of fun, there in England
Lots of fun, there in England, oh
Lots of fun, there in England
Lots of fun, there in England, oh
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
No no no, lots of fun, there in England
Lots of fun, there in England
Lots of fun, there and you know?
Lots of fun, there in England
Lots of fun, there and you know?
Allright, I could tell you darling
That you feel it's just some wild wild fantasy.
In a parallel existence
Where we thought we masters really ought to be
That you feel it's just some wild wild fantasy.
In a parallel existence
Where we thought we masters really ought to be
Sure, go on and doubt it, that
I dreamt it up but friend I know
That everywhere is just like England
Everywhere is just like England
And England's just like everywhere I know
No no no, Everywhere is just like EnglandI dreamt it up but friend I know
That everywhere is just like England
Everywhere is just like England
And England's just like everywhere I know
Everywhere is just like England
And England's just like everywhere I know
Grimly I dig up the turfs
To remove the corrupted stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With post-humous joy and elation...
Body snatched, freshly interred
Whatever takes my fancy
To satisfy my gratuitous pica
My culinary necromancy...
Scrutinised then brutalised
My forensic inquisition is fulfiled
My recipe is now your epitaph
Be it fried, boiled or grilled...
I devour the pediculous corpse
Whetting my palate as I exhume
The festering stench of rotting flesh
Makes me drool as I consume...
Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)
Weeping tissue is stripped
Pus dribbles from my lips
Pulverising this pustular chaff
Butchering up morgue's makes me laugh...
Ulcerated flesh I munch
Rotting corpses are my lunch
On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed)
Shrivelled innards I lick
The corpse's head I kick
Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs)
[Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste]
Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead
- Caskets exhumed...
Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed
- To consume...
Bereaved relatives are not amused
As on their dear departed I feverishly consume...
Slavering worms, decomposure burns
Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw
Desecrate...
Precipitate....(from the muddy grave)
Macerate...
Eviscerate...
Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)
Saponified fats, nibbled by rats
- freshly exhumed...
Deep down six feet is where I like to eat
- Human flesh to consume...
