Monday, 23 February 2009
My humble opinion on the proposed movie “Dali & I” based on the book by Stan Lauryssens which incidentally I have not read.
I took the mockup film poster featuring Al Pacino transformed into a Salvador Dali, and replaced it with Stan Lauryssen’s face as shown on a copy of his book, complete with the drawn on “Dali moustache”, and replaced his mouth with the anus of a dog that didn’t look that different anyway, and then added a hand that held a cigar but replaced that with a piece of dog excrement, adding steam that transforms into dollar signs that transform into the “I” in “Dali & I”. The only other thing that I would have done is to make the dog excrement silver because of an association I made through misreading the words “hit the silver screen”, I envisaged silver shit for the big screen .
(created as a visual response to a discussion at CollectDali discussion group at yahoogroups.com)
If and when the movie is released, I am sure that the only thing that will get me to see the movie is to see Al Pacino doing an impression of Salvador Dali, but my point of view about that starts to drift off into derelict passageways of thought about am I going to see Pacino playing Dali or am I going to see Pacino playing Dali as if Dali were pretending to be Pacino, and then the next level beyond this is the question "Am I going to see Al Pacino playing Salvador Dali playing Al Pacino playing Salvador Dali playing Al Pacino playing Salvador Dali playing Al Pacino playing Salvador Dali playing Al Pacino playing Salvador Dali playing Al Pacino playing Salvador Dali playing Al Pacino playing Salvador Dali playing Al Pacino playing Salvador Dali playing Al Pacino playing Salvador Dali playing Al Pacino playing Salvador Dali playing Al Pacino playing Salvador Dali playing.... ? "
Posted by wmmvrrvrrmm at 17:05
Saturday, 14 February 2009
- Perhaps since around February 11th, I keep imagining because of the posture held in his photo and the words composed by my friend Olivier D. le F. that he is holding himself together trying to speak after having his body parts stitched back together after being ripped apart by lions, tigers, bears and apes in a zoo. And in the world of that vision he obviously has some metal scaffolding somewhere behind you propping you up and supporting his spine , limbs and skull. This is obviously a good sign of something or other.
- However Oliver D. le F. does not want the apes to be part of the vision, he doesn't mind felines but "No apes!" he declared. In response to that, I instantly perceive llamas and penguins replacing the apes, they might be even more vicious from a different perspective.
- I must add today that I perceive this metal scaffolding as being a bicycle frame, with his arms stuck onto either side of the handlebars. This could make all the difference and things may well change.
- It should be noted that in past years, every time he shared a few words in a chat room at DavidLynch.com, I would imagine that he was a shaven headed villager who's time had come to die and he was sitting in a pit of corpses with his arms and legs freshly cut off, screaming ancient prophesies at the top of his voice in a way that would bring many of the local villagers around to the edge of the pit and hear what he was saying before he bled to death and he wasn't too concerned about the fact that he was dying at all because it was all part of an ancient belief system and that would take form in today's reality small comments about this and that in day to day life such as words of appreciation for a cinema movie or a book, or his maybe an update on his own explorations with creative writing.
- (i.) Another past vision of Olivier D. le F. involved him splitting apart down the centre of the head as if he were made from clay and someone had pulled a cheesewire down through his head and this was during the time in the mid 2000s when almost no one apart from me referred to him as Jan Miki-Wan, a mythical figure named after a mispronunciation of the name of the author Ian McEwan by someone in France who had never heard his name mentioned before. (ii.) Jan Miki-Wan probably appreciated dead flies in his jam spread upon bread and butter as an unobvious choice that would have been a valid one at least.
Posted by wmmvrrvrrmm at 11:18
Thursday, 5 February 2009
Delirious associations about a passing bank worker who must obviously be a drummer who's a legend in his own lunchtime, plus a synchronicity report.
- Today I passed by someone who works in the local bank, a man who seems almost puny but has a very straight neat look about him, with a very straight neat haircut slightly acne scarred , with quite a petite skeleton and almost quite a nonentity in perhaps every other way and he was listening to his personal stereo, and his very existence projected into me the idea of a professional drummer who used a microscopic electronic drum kit, this has been a reoccurring theme actually in different ways, well a four inch by four inch square that he could tap away at during his lunch breaks using special sticks and then upload his drummings onto the internet where they could feature into an album that everyone appreciated and so he was there walking along as the drummer who has everyone's respect, such all the people who were seriously into cool music. So this bank worker nonentity was the seriously cool drummer that everyone admired, and he never realised it for a second because it was just a vision from my mind. I think also the addition of the electronic drum kit came from an 80's edition of Top of The Pops when a man playing the drums looked as if he were playing a flat panel that wasn't really an electronic drumkit but he had to stand there and do something before the camera.
- I remember actually the idea of a drummer may have started when someone I know who's first name begins with D and it rhymed with Bugle, so people would call him by his first name and then add "the Bugle" afterwards. It's not hard to work out the name but I'm interested in breaking information down like this on the internet. But once in photograph of a group of friends including this one person, my good friend named after Humayoun the warrior declared that he was the drummer, as if he were a successful drummer from a famous band, D. the Bugle obviously had a certain look about him that evening and then the possibility that someone could be a famous drummer without realising it took off. I often have visions of people playing all kinds of electronic drums, one drum set was a transformed sushi set in the middle of a sandwich bar and there were wires connecting it to a power pack, and an unknown man with possibly a shaven played away wearing his earphones, in this crowded space and he was the professional that everyone admired and were buying his CDs and he could record them during his lunch break. Another electronic drum machine involved a man with drumsticks who was possibly one of the best drummers in the world but the computer played lights and the drummer had to tap the right light at the right time and he couldn't drum any other way, but it was all done with synchronistic alignment with the drum machine, although it looked like an electronic drum version of the game Simon.
- Today someone on the internet I know of has been making reports about suffering from TMJ and would like a cure, while in my e-mails I am receiving posts about TMG coming. I can not be bothered to tell you what TMG stands for.
Posted by wmmvrrvrrmm at 15:11
Sunday, 1 February 2009
- I misread the internet BBC News headline "Obama praises peaceful Iraq polls " as "Obama praises peaceful Iraq dolls", imagining a row of china dolls on a shelf that are naturally silent, and because they had nothing to say, this is why Obama was so pleased
Posted by wmmvrrvrrmm at 10:31