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Saturday, November 8, 2014

FKATwigs,Kristen Stewart,Rob Pattinson - What Do You See?

What Do You See?
Just look at the image.Rob is walking ahead of FKAtwigs in the same way he used to walk ahead of Kristen. There is a difference though.
Twigs is carefully made up and elegantly dressed.She is not wearing a designer dress. A scarf yes, but a way of dressing and combining that is uniquely her style.
She does not intend to get tweetstormed online for being a dark monkey.
She is dressed for cameras.Twigs is dressed to be seen.
Kristen never was unless it was a PR event.

What is significant to me is that Rob is walking WITH her exactly the way he walked with Kristen when the papz were around.Pissed.Walking ahead of her.Look at twigs.She is not upset particularly.
She has dressed for herself, for Rob and for Papz. Rob is dressed or rather not dressed as if he were with Kristen. He walks ahead of FKA the way he did with Kristen.
Twigs fiddles with her phone rather than hide her face,put on sunglasses,stick her finger up to ruin the price of the image. She is indifferent to them. Like Joli is. Rob is still stuck in Twilight mode. Twilight mode with Kristen.

Rob has not made the transition. And this is where I am disturbed.

In the late 1980's I went to a psychoanalytic seminar.I heard Howard Covitz speak there on the dreams of Joseph. He analyzed them.
Joseph tells his brothers he has dreamed that they all had sheaves of wheat. Their sheaves bowed down to his sheaf of wheat.
Covitz's analysis was that Joseph saw his brothers with = signs between them. That is, his brothers were not individuals, singular,unique, but perceived as "clones" of each other (my word not Covitz).
Was it any wonder they disliked Joseph and sold him into Egyptian slavery? Joseph also dressed femme in his clothes and makeup/hair. Another sign that made him different, disliked?

At that point in the talk something connected with me.
I had seen Bunuel's  That Obscure Object of Desire

about 10 years before. Once with a man I had been with for 10 years or so, was not in love with, but in a sort of partnership,friend way.
In that movie Rey has two lovers who are both Spanish, dark hair, dark eyes, but definitely two actresses. Two different actresses.
I saw it again the same week with a new lover with whom I was not in love but felt serious about.

Both these men in my life thought the two women were the same woman. I even tried to correct them to no avail as they saw ONE women, not two.
I stopped arguing and thought about this. Thinking about Freud's Dora whom I always thought Freud did not understand well. Not the way Breuer understood Anna O anyway.

And listening to Covitz that day the lightbulb went on.

Neither of these men in my life that were now gone, saw me as unique.Neither of them saw any woman as unique. There was an equal sign between us all. And this is Joseph's narcissism.He didn't either.


The second way of finding a meaning in life is....by experiencing another human being in his very uniqueness - by loving him.

Love is the only way to grasp another human being to the innermost core of his personality. No one can become fully aware of the very essence of another human being unless he loves him. By his love he is enabled to see the essential traits and features in the beloved person; and even more, he sees that which is potential in him, which is not yet actualized but yet ought to be actualized. Furthermore, by his love, the loving person enables the beloved person to actualize these potentialities. By making him aware of what he can be and of what he should become, he makes these potentialities come true.
Man's Search for Meaning pp 111-112

We can probably safely say that Rob's audition for Edward was close to this.

In choosing his costar for Remember Me he said he tried the same thing but it didn't work (laughs)

Kristen chose Rob. On Oprah she said she just saw something in him. She just knew.
Can we say she saw his potential, what he could become in the role of Edward?

Isn't this love?
Is it required to say out loud, "I love him!"

Kristen gazes at us through the camera with love as someone has written about her, comparing her gaze with Lilian Gish, and other silent stars of yesterday.
And doesn't Rupert Sanders LOVE Kristen? Hasn't he seen her potential and doesn't he want her to actualize it.
One of the few times Kristen has been eloquent in answering questions

And didn't Rob actualize Kristen's potential for being beautiful, sexy, seductive?Didn't Kristen "shame" herself by announcing her "shame" to the world and saying "I love him" to protect him for his upcoming PR for Cosmopolis?

Does Rob perceive an = sign between FKAtwigs and Kristen?
That is my question. I hate that I see this but I can't unsee it.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

FKA Twigs Bringing Disjunctive Dance and Music Mainstream

Two Weeks FKA twigs

So why is this on my Twilight blog?Cause I want it here, so FKA twigs can see it here. Her roots go very deep into cutting edge disjunctive music and dance during the 20th century. Let's start with Merce Cunningham and a collaboration with Robert Rauschenberg. Dance, music and theater.

He took dance apart and put it back together again, leaving out all but the most essential. He stripped dance of conventional narrative; he ordered it by change procedures he conceived it without music and without decor. He took it out of the proscenium (but later put it back) and exploded the stage picture into fragments. He made the viewer the auteur. The great irony inherent in all this is that only a great storyteller possessed of extraordinary musicality could have stripped away so much and be left with more. Cunningham was able to separate dance from its traditional trappings not because dance does not need them, but because dance--at least in his hands--already had them.

From Mondays With Merce # 12
Feel free to skip around, listen to Merce, and watch the movement. He changed the way we look at dance. It is disjunctive, non-linear. Art is anticipating Continental Philosophy
Collaboration: Robert Rauschenberg Backdrop for Merce Cunningham Dancers
Now to Meredith Monk celebrating her 50th year in performance.Here she is now at 71
Meredith Monk in Concert With Katie Geissinger.If you click on the link you will get the 1 1/2 hour concert with short pieces as well as longr ones showing her virtuosity with voice only. This is her 50th anniversary performance. I saw her as a young woman in the mid 1970's. Same time frame with my seeing Cunningham, Rainer, and many others.

These were the Jimmy Carter years when grant money flowed to the arts instead of war. Reagan put a stop to all that. But those years were an incredible time to be alive and awake to what was going on.

Then we have the towering figure of John Cage
The Audience often laughed so feel free to do so!

Let's see. Annie Gosfield of course.
When Annie was in Kindergarten she used to come in my classroom at Miquon, stand there and just listen with big eyes. My favorite of hers  
is an excerpt from her album Lost Signals and Drifting Stellites but I couldn't get it to load.So link to it.

Yvonne Rainer Trio A 
(The Mind Is A Muscle,Part 1),1966
I heard her on a panel in the mid 1970's. She has made statements that ballet is about "Look at me how beautiful I am." She choreographed dances for children, old people, fat people, disabled people,et al. She was a force for innovative dance. Everyone began to dance at that time.There were workshops free or very cheap all the time.

It was an amazing time to be young and alive.

I want readers to know how deep FKA twigs's roots are in what she is doing.

First Miley Cyrus came along with Wrecking Ball
She wrecked soft porn pop princess videos and made them obsolete
and upped the game with TWERKING
Here she takes on hard core porn and demolishes it
Now all that soft porn looks waaaay dated and hard core porn doesn't have the bite it used to.

Miley Cyrus has made a FOUCAULDIAN CUT into the Discourse of pop princess performing. How can anyone follow her as she has taken it to the edge in excess,and jumped over the abyss. She imploded all that pseudo seduction so what is next?Who will step into this GAP, this space she has opened up in mainstream pop?

FKA twigs has stepped up to the plate.

And finally after over 50 years we have disjunctive dance and music in the

Just think no more songs about lousy boyfriends, lost lovers, R&B, and all the rest of pop music manipulating your feelings, trying to make you feel a certain way.

Just sound now
Will you pay more attention to the sounds around you. Isn't this William Burroughs cut and paste in sound  not words?

Finally music I want to listen to. Something that puts me in the space of the auteur.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Review: Substance Clad In Shadows - Nietzsche and the Eternal Return

Fanfiction: Substance Clad In Shadows
I've been the prey, praying for a way out of mazes of my own making. Weak, wanton. 
ch 25

He eyes me warily. "You don't know what I want."
But I'm sure I do. Because everyone wants power, but few understand that it isn't titles or speeches or money — it's a whisper in a dark place, a kiss in the corner, a shapeless something in the shadows.

It's in the predatory smile of a young man as he seduces his prey on the cold stone bench of a garden maze. ch 26

I smile at him and inhale, searching for the familiar rush, the beginning of something new, an escape from escape itself:

Freedom. ch 22

He complies, shoving into me hard, hard, hard enough to hurt but it's good, it's the best and I want more. Suddenly I'm moving through the deep, through the dark, through a red haze and an old maze that unfurls like a wrinkled banner and there is no monster here, no blood or victory, there's nothing but release and freedom and up, up, up until I breach the surface of a faraway sun, gasping as I come. The sound is ugly and sharp. ch 22

Is the myth of Daedalus and Icarus well known enough?

King Minos of Knossos had commissioned the Athenian artisan Daedalus to design a labyrinth in which to imprison the monster the Minotaur. Daedalus gave the key of the maze to Minos's daughter Ariadne, who gave it to her lover Theseus so he could enter the labyrinth, slay the Minotaur and find his way out. For this he left her and she became consoled by Bacchus (Dionysius), the god of wine, laughter, excess. For his disobedience Daedalus and his son Icarus are imprisoned in the labyrinth and Daedalus knows the only way out is the sky. He designs wings for them to fly out telling Icarus not to fly too low and be drowned in the sea, nor too high or the sun will melt the wax securing the feathers of his wings. 

In other words, "Take the middle road. Not the road of excess."
Icarus flew too close to the bright hot sun and perished, drowning in the Aegean Sea.

Another variation has Theseus laying a thread down as he enters the labyrinth to slay the Minotaur, so he can find his way out.

And Bella is constantly "following the thread" in her thinking and actions.
But then breathe,
breathe again,
and follow the thread, ch 26

The myth of Daedalus and Icarus

King Minos and Daedalus had great understanding at first, but their relationships started deteriorating at some point; there are several versions explaining this sudden change, although the most common one is that Daedalus was the one who advised Princess Ariadne to give Theseus the thread that helped him come out from the infamous Labyrinth, after killing the Minotaur.  http://www.greekmyths-greekmythology.com/myth-of-daedalus-and-icarus/

The most important aria in either version is "Großmächtige Prinzessin" / "high and mighty princess", is sung by Zerbinetta. Other important pieces of the opera are the arias of Ariadne "Wo war ich...?" / "Where was I...?", "Ein schönes war es..." / "There was something beautiful..." and "Es gibt ein Reich..." / "There is a realm..." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ariadne_auf_Naxos

Bella's beloved Ilse her German Nanny of her childhood, who refuses to drug her and leaves would connect the German language and the music.

Her reply is unintelligible, and then footsteps fade, leaving only Ilse's soft, half-sung German.
"Weißt du, wieviel Mücken spielen
in der heißen Sonnenglut?
Wie viel Fische auch sich kühlen
in der hellen Wasserflut?" ch 24 

Substance Clad In Shadows has a scene near the end at the opera when Turandot is being performed. I would suggest an editing with Ariadne auf Noxos instead. The novel consistently is structured round the metaphor of the labyrinth - the maze - on a real and conceptual level. Ariadne auf Noxos begins with Ariadne in a grief stricken state because Theseus has left her. 

Bella's intention is to free Edward and make him hers. To tear the veil of illusion - maya -  from his being as she has done with the others, who revile her for doing so. She is going to slay the god of her childhood, destroy him as he is now, but she becomes caught in her own maze game, as Daedalus  was caught in his labyrinth. She also tries to fly out but finds there is nowhere to go. She is caught in the Foucauldian Grid of power/knowledge/normality/capital, another name for The Maze of mythology. Her only flight is the excessiveness of Eros.
The genius of this fanfic is that hollelujah has fictionalized the Panopticon, the surveillance mechanism in the Foucauldian Grid 
of power/knowledge/normality/capital
If I listen closely enough, I can hear the clink of glasses from the rooms inside, the 

chatter of his 

parents' guests, so perfectly groomed, raised to their places by a million petty rules, by 


captivity of caring for reputation, for convention. ch 26

The ubiquitous people. Always asking, always talking.

Good of them to notice I was gone," I reply.

If my father

 notices my sarcasm, he does not acknowledge it. "Everyone notices 

everything. Reputations rise and fall on perception, Isabella. Ours 

could be destroyed in a minute." ch 27

"Randolph Bourne said that 'Society is one vast conspiracy for carving one into the kind of statue it likes,
and then placing it in the most convenient niche it has.'"ch 9

 "There is no choice," I choke out. "There's 

nothing else." ch 26 

"There is no outside," says Vija Kinski quoting 


There is no knowledge that is not power, my father quotes from behind a stately-looking podium. - Emerson  ch 23

She understands that seduction is the only way out to endure the Grid, the Matrix. An endless seduction that raises the ante, that increasingly challenges, challenges increasingly, within Nietzsche's Eternal Return.

Because it can't be love. I don't want poems or well-wishes and I will not sacrifice for his happiness, I want nothing to do with it if it means letting him go. ch 26 (Ayn Rand)

I am not enough — but I will be enough. ch 26

And what we have here is a relationship from the future. A sign of a possibility from the future. A possibility that we can provide space and time around it to nourish it, to bring it into being. A relationship that does not leave a man wanting a prostitute for the kind of sex he cannot get or ask for anywhere else. A relationship that does not leave a woman bored and yearning and longing. An erotic relationship where each is both prey and predator turning around and around, challenging each other, seducing each other, wanting each other, gratifying each other. Two people who do not need to provoke sex from others for variety, because they create their own variety. 

Monday, May 27, 2013

FANFIC Review: Substance Clad In Shadows

Rodin The Kiss Wrapped in 1 Mile of Twine by Cornelia Parker
"Rodin's 'The Kiss,' re-imagined," the curator closest to me explains in reverent tones. "Tate Britain is exhibiting it as a piece by Cornelia Parker. The artist wrapped Rodin's sculpture in one mile of string to represent the 'claustrophobia of relationships.' You'll notice the contrast of the two materials: the high culture of the marble, and the low culture of the twine." 
ch 19
Fanfiction: Substance Clad In Shadows
Nietzsche - Genealogy of Morals

Nietzsche: The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

The first time I lay eyes on him that night, I think of the desires of Nietzsche's true man. ch 10

He thinks I don't notice the looks he receives as we make our way to the roof. Women watch him, wistful or lustful or smug, their memories or fantasies playing out in an unsubtle panoply of desire across their features. And then their gazes inevitably catch me walking behind him, after which they occupy themselves either by glaring at me openly or looking down and away.
Look at yourselves, I want to sneer. Waiting for me to leave his side so you can simper at his every word, laugh at his inane jokes as you surreptitiously ask the universe for a way to master your gag reflex so you can suck him off in a back room well enough to warrant a quick fuck and a phone call the next day.
There are blondes and brunettes and redheads of all different shapes and sizes, but the vacancies in their eyes make them all look the same. They part unwillingly for us.
I'm sure their panties are wet already. Small wonder that he's bored.
For now. chapt 9

First, that the burly man does not appreciate Armani-clad barflys attempting to seduce his girl. "He kissed her!" he yells. ch 10

I see him, I think. I see him. ch 10

 This is a man of hidden wants, buried needs, and I'm going to leave him sated, satisfied but first comes the extraction of his longings and I'll dig, god I'll dig right into him until he's free and mine. ch 11
"I see you," I whisper, and his mouth opens to form words he doesn't yet know. ch 11
Akhmotova - Modigliani

"Your women are too easy, Edward Cullen," I whisper in his ear, nipping at the lobe. "They're so happy just to have you look twice at them, do you know why?"ch 11

"Those women take what they can get from you because they don't know their place. They don't know how bland they are, how bored you are." ch 11

 "'We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin.'" ch 19

"I am your danger and your play," I hiss. "And I'm going to make you work for it." ch 11

"Bella, Bella, Bella," he breathes, and I'm one fantasy closer to owning him. ch 11

He is everything right now, my prey and my prayer and my captive, my spoils of war, my conquered city and my friendly fire. He is the thief of my skin,
my monster in the maze,
my sun god, grounded.
He is mine. ch 25

I sink down even further and stare as he comes apart, panting and chanting my name and fuck, fuck, fuck. ch 11

"Edward," I grind out, the sound trial and triumph. "You have to know… I'm the best you're ever going to have." ch 11
"The Blacks are being more than accommodating right now, especially in light of this… indiscretion, Isabella," he says sternly. "Make sure you remember that when making new friends." ch 11

"Have you found her?" a man asks nearby.
"I've got her. I think she was stuck in the maze." ch 12
Warm us on his skin, my fingers cry plaintively. We are frozen. ch 12

He blinks. Stares. Breathes in, breathes out, and then: "Who are you?"
"I'm the only one in this building who knows what you are," I answer quietly.
He frowns. "What am I?"
A single glance: a sudden dart of pain
stitching her eyes before she made a sound...
Her body flaked into transparent salt,
and her swift legs rooted to the ground.
Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem
too insignificant for our concern?
Yet in my heart I never will deny her,
who suffered death because she chose to turn.
[Anna Akhmatova, "Lot's Wife"]

"You already know what you are. I've already told you. You're bored. You're bored and you're lazy and you're mine. You think I don't know what it's like? To be surrounded by people who don't know, who can't know. ch 12

He is stone-still beneath my hand, his eyes hard. "Will you ever want more?"
I am silent for a moment, a series of moving images flashing across my mind's eye: domesticity, predictability, two-sink bathrooms, tragically tight smiles, a home in the
Hamptons, a ring on my finger, a swell in my belly, a staff to clean the penthouse and put a roast in the oven each night. Dinners in the city with his colleagues, his former fucks. Cold brunches spent staring at one another with open resentment. And boredom.
Above all, boredom.

Every bit of that life seems a shackle, another lock to keep me in a different kind of cage.

"Peter Ustinov thought it was true... 'through pressure of conformity, there is freedom of choice, but nothing to choose from.'" ch 18

 I'm not complaining – I have a good life. But it's rare to be around someone real."
"Am I real, then?"
His eyes find mine, unreadable. "I think so. And I think... you may have ruined me for others who aren't," he confesses quietly. ch 16
Hamlet and Ophelia - Louise Bourgeois
This Bella is a Nietzschean strategist. We see her like in Dominique Francon in Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead, a woman who is determined to destroy Howard Roark. Dominique has been interpreted for almost 70 years in the psychological swamp of interpretation as a masochist, rather than a Nietzschean strategist. 

We are married by a French clerk, and I wear red dress. ch 28 
Dominique wore black.

In DeLillo's Cosmopolis the Foucauldian character of Vija Kinski tells Eric Packer in a quote from Foucault, "There is no outside." She adds that money no longer refers to anything at all except itself. Money talks only to money. Foucault in discussing the end of representation in language argues that Cervantes Don Quixote is the first novel in the western world to leave the fetters of representation, Quixote refers only to literature. Substance Clad In Shadows is fanfiction and the first one to make clear that the Edward/Bella/Twilight fanfic refers only to other to itself. SCIS refers to Twilight both the books and the films, to other fanfic, and to Kristen Stewart and Rob Pattinson in their personal lives and their tabloid lives. All these resonate within SCIS as well as the poetry of Akhmatova whose language has been absorbed by hollelujah along with a multitude of quotes from literature past and present, classic and pop. It is a joy to read, and an erotic joy.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Reading Kristen Stewart's and Rupert Sanders "CHEATING" Images Through Mark Tansey's Paintings


In this painting, “a cow stands in front of Paulus Potter’s The young Bull,1647, now at the Mauritshuis, the Hague, while the human experts wonder if the cow can distinguish artifice from reality.” (Metropolitan Museum) The painting is monochromatic, which is his unique and primary painting style. It seems that Tansey used realism in describing an experiment about whether the bull could tell the reality, but actually it is not realism. The audiences themselves are also in the experiment, and the experts want to see our reactions about the painting, which is what we think the cow will do: respond to the Bull or to Monet's Haystack on the right.
(blue my change and addition)
Actually the painting is in response to the very old story told by Baudrillard for one:
There was/is a contest for the best 

Trompe l'oeil

 illusion painting.
The two finalist artists revealed their paintings to the judges. In one the berries were so realistic that birds came through the windows to eat them. Who could top that! 
The other artist was told to move the curtain aside so the judges could observe the painting.
The curtain was the painting.

One painting could fool birds (innocent eyes), but the other could fool judges.
Kristen Stewart and Rupert Sanders Fabricated Photoshopped Photos
They fooled "Innocent Eyes" - Dumb Animal Eyes - EYES OF HATRED -  Jealous Eyes - BUT NOT THE EYES OF LOVE

Trash reality and honor the Simulacrum. Trash their real life and treasure the walking Papz Pics.
Toss the originals and love the fake 

The Defense Rests
The Jury is in
The Ruling has been given
Hater Fans Prefer the Simulacra Every Time 

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Stewart and Pattinson HATE These Fans At Robstendreams NOT THE PAPS

New Pictures of Rob and Kristen at Coachella April 13, 2013

Why do they take so many pictures?
Because you fools buy them of course. 
The HIT is the exchange you give for the pictures 
on the site - RobstenDreams - that converts the hit into 
Can your beebee brains get that!
So all this is driven by HATE that is masked by the simulacrum of LOVE

You hate them and they are learning to hate you for stealing their happiness from them little by little.
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Muybridge Motion Study

Fan Picture
The Fan picture is the TOKEN picture.
You know what a TOKEN is don't you?
#ladies #be #jealous! #lmao. #RobertPattinson @ #COACHELLA #2013! #twilight #vampire #eyes. #work #on #a #saturday. #breakingdawn #and #idk. #lmao

Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson running for their lives! ���� #photo #crepusculo #coachella #runn #artistas #together #forever #lol #paparatzis #yopaesosisoy #quesecreen #famosooq

  • @vanvitamindaily: Spotted: Kristen Stewart with BF Robert Pattinson at Hot Chip! Looked very much in love. #coachella #epicca
  • @AntonetteW1: Robert Pattinson is very cute with Kristen Stewart! Many hugs #coachella
  • That's right, and they moved to the beat of the music.
  • @nicoleantoinett: that time rpatz and kstew full on sprinted away from the paps in front of us
  • @joycekiehl: Spotted a cozy Kristin Stewart and Robert Pattinson at Coachella and Lindsay Lohan.
  • @LaurennMarker: Just saw Katy Perry, Lindsey Lohan, Kristen Stewart, and Robert Pattinson within 3 minutes
  • @jen_woodbury: Robert pattinson and Kristen Stewart were just standing behind me watching postal service wtf is happening
  • @cambio#coachella backstage: K Stew grilling onto R Patz as @katyperry dances to Hot Chip
  • #coachellaoncambio
  • @cambio: Y'all are on point! Grilling = gripping. Sorry! Smooches”
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