Danza De La Realidad

(The Dance of Reality)

Born to Russian Jewish émigrés in 1929, Jodorowsky studied theater and worked as a circus clown and puppeteer in Santiago. In postwar Paris he performed mime with Marcel Marceau and fell in with the surrealists. He then moved to Mexico, where he mounted dozens of plays inspired by Antonin Artaud’s theater of cruelty. Back in Paris, where he has lived since the 1980s, he cultivated multiple sidelines: writing comic books, studying the tarot and developing a therapeutic method known as psychomagic, rooted in both psychoanalysis and shamanism.

Psychomagic is the guiding philosophy of “The Dance of Reality,” a kind of home movie writ large. Jodorowsky’s wife, Pascale Montandon, was the costume designer, and three of his sons appear in it, including Brontis (who in “El Topo” portrayed the son of the title character, a gunslinger known as “the mole” and played by Alejandro Jodorowsky). In the new film, Brontis, now 50, plays Jodorowsky’s Stalin-lookalike father, whom the director described as “a very terrible father, a very hard man, but he had his reasons.”

“Before we started, I said to the crew, ‘I am trying to heal my soul,’” Jodorowsky said. “But it’s not an egocentric, narcissistic picture. Poetry doesn’t speak about history. It speaks about interior life, universal problems.”

http://www.ladanzadelarealidad-lefilm.com/

http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/envelope/moviesnow/la-et-mn-alejandro-jodorowsky-dance-reality-cannes-20130519,0,7499538.story

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http://technoccult.net/dossiers/people/alejandro-jodorowsky/

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Just when I thought I couldn’t fall in love with Basquiat any further: Jean-Michel Basquiat’s illustration for Maya Angelou’s children’s book, Life doesn’t Frighten Me (1993), aka an artnerd’s dream collaboration. I’m absolutely turning Basquiat’s T-rex into a tattoo.

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crashinglybeautiful: As a poet I hold the most archaic values on earth … the fertility of the soil, the magic of animals, the power-vision in solitude, the terrifying initiation and rebirth, the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe. I try to hold both history and the wilderness in mind, that my poems may approach the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times. —Gary Snyder
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As a poet I hold the most archaic values on earth … the fertility of the soil, the magic of animals, the power-vision in solitude, the terrifying initiation and rebirth, the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe. I try to hold both history and the wilderness in mind, that my poems may approach the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times.

—Gary Snyder

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visual-poetry: i am the path along unseen heather Snowball (also called a Chaterism): A poem in which each line is a single word, and each successive word is one letter longer. One of the constrained writing techniques utilised by the Oulipo (Workshop of Potential Literature). o we all have heard people believe anything Given the mathematical genesis of the Oulipo and the interest in the movement among other programmers, I thought that someone must have created a program to generate these, and I was surprised that I couldn’t find one even after some pretty thorough Googling. So I wrote one myself. The C++ code is here.  (via nossidge) Read More
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i am the path along unseen heather

Snowball (also called a Chaterism): A poem in which each line is a single word, and each successive word is one letter longer. One of the constrained writing techniques utilised by the Oulipo (Workshop of Potential Literature).

o we all have heard people believe anything

Given the mathematical genesis of the Oulipo and the interest in the movement among other programmers, I thought that someone must have created a program to generate these, and I was surprised that I couldn’t find one even after some pretty thorough Googling. So I wrote one myself. The C++ code is here. 

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A Few Feelings Were Decades Waiting for Daylight We built this simple yet unexplainable abstract mechanism. We built this dandelion wire so complex it can’t be told. It is ancient superfuture audiovisual. A play-by-play of the country, of city life, core, crust, and mantle. Here hard world between each word vaguely situated uneasy forms come into focus, and then easier energies fill the letters who make worlds and anthems retro-real & modern. And then the once scary ones become sexy, the old junk becomes art. Sense the space, the parts, the rooms chock full of ritual objects. Real magic writ large with firewater and eye, writ large in keeping faithful in covering the grid and columns which are certainly cracked, where on the inside some name or another is etched & from thin air always a spiral. Pop culture is the good book gravitas, a metaphor collage in a stand-off production bearing super-sly titles, hiding whitewashed sarcophagi and dancing skulls full of flowers, conscious beyond words comes the poetry human Lusting twisting chanting, floating a bit then pounding that fist into the ferociously complex ground. Doesn’t it turn you on something fierce, unruly as a god? Readers draw in poetry like the odd song that really gives you the shivers and goosebumps, and what language usually wants language usually gets. One poetic reality inspires another to conceive and shift the poem because we tend toward wisdom and secrets, we lust and as readers get high on the music. In imagined social poetry our moods and nature are enthusiastic because words are life. It’s the same old Soma, same-o what the elders told ya. The pulse takes the Neolithic receptors to India where revolution is more than a number. And on the tea dawn acts like agriculture another pulse created. Out high might highly reassess consciousness, fashions, knowledge kneeling with dawn under venerated verb, vine, organic herb and umbrella. In brain as in India: the is of agriculture, or curing of the states. A tranquilizer split in half for society’s swerving nerves. Words on the make. On the make: words. Shiny begins to elaborate…
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A Few Feelings Were Decades Waiting for Daylight

We built this simple yet unexplainable abstract mechanism.

We built this dandelion wire so complex it can’t be told.

It is ancient superfuture audiovisual.

A play-by-play of the country, of city life, core, crust, and mantle.

Here hard world between each word vaguely situated uneasy forms come into focus, and then easier energies fill the letters who make worlds and anthems retro-real & modern. And then the once scary ones become sexy, the old junk becomes art.

Sense the space, the parts, the rooms chock full of ritual objects. Real magic writ large with firewater and eye, writ large in keeping faithful in covering the grid and columns which are certainly cracked,

where on the inside some name or another is etched & from thin air always a spiral.

Pop culture is the good book gravitas, a metaphor collage in a stand-off production bearing super-sly titles, hiding whitewashed sarcophagi and dancing skulls full of flowers, conscious

beyond words comes the poetry human

Lusting twisting chanting,

floating a bit then pounding that fist into the ferociously complex ground. Doesn’t it turn you on something fierce, unruly as a god?

Readers draw in poetry like the odd song that really gives you the shivers and goosebumps, and what language usually wants language usually gets.

One poetic reality inspires another to conceive and shift the poem because we tend toward wisdom and secrets, we lust and as readers get high on the music. In imagined social poetry our moods and nature are enthusiastic because words are life.

It’s the same old Soma, same-o what the elders told ya.

The pulse takes the Neolithic receptors to India where revolution is more than a number. And on the tea dawn acts like agriculture another pulse created. Out high might highly reassess consciousness, fashions, knowledge kneeling with dawn under venerated verb, vine, organic herb and umbrella.

In brain as in India: the is of agriculture, or curing of the states.

A tranquilizer split in half for society’s swerving nerves.

Words on the make.

On the make: words.

Shiny begins to elaborate…