"Art for free" la Bookfest

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O "amintire" de la mine poate fi gasita gratis zilele astea la Complexul Romexpo din Bucuresti cu ocazia Bookfest.



Proiect realizat impreuna cu Gorzo la care, dupa cum se vede am lucrat zilele astea.

Pe langa Gioconda Woody din imaginea de mai sus am mai imprimat stencilurile VOT, Ju$titia, Politica, Crime si Mita-ma frumos

antislavery is not anarchy

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Fuck irony

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O capodopera nu mai inseamna mare lucru in situatia in care industria artei a dezasamblat elementele sale componente, le-a analizat in detalii si a descoperit acolo un mecanism complex dar banal ca oricare alt mecanism. Dupa ce arta s-a dezvrajit astfel consumatorii de arta au recurs la ironie care e un fel de nevroza artistica, un fel de imbufnare a dependentului fata de dependenta sa. Profesionistii artei nu au putut renunta la pierderea divinitatii si absolutului clasic al artei dar nici n-au mai putut crede in ea asa cum o faceau in trecut. In fond arta e o metamanipulare sociala, nu? Rcursul la ironie e nivelul asanumitului postmodernism care este o simpla vopsire conceptualist-elitista a consumismului mediocru. Cum necum acest "nivel" s-a raspandit si in randul consumatorului "de strada":



Pentru mine "Smooth Criminal" a fost si va ramane o capodopera care suna bine in orice varianta ai pune-o daca faci un efort sa participi la asa ceva si nu doar sa te delimitezi ambivalent de ea.

Poti sa o tratezi ironic, poti sa ai un oarecare succes recurgand la astfel de ambivalenta... Dar stii ceva ironicule: fuck off cu ironia ta necreativa! In loc sa sugi din talentul/munca altora ca un paparazzi mai bine ai face tu ceva care sa apuna ceea ce esti nu ceea ce nu vei fi niciodata!

Uite ce se poate intampla atunci cand participi:




sau altfel:


"The beat"

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Ce-a mai noua creatie:





Comment la recentul interviu al lui Boris Groys

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Am citit recent un interviu al filozofului si teoreticianul Boris Groys publicat aici.

Lucid.

Cateva lucruri am de adaugat la aceste idei, anume ca statul s-a implicat sistematic in a sustine arta abia recent, in secolul al 20-lea. Arta elitista a fost sustinuta de elite politicie, religioase si financiare gen de Medici, Filip IV sau Guggenheim. Chiar daca uneori au facut-o din functii oarecum publice aceste elite s-au manifestat ca niste elite si nu ca niste functionari tipici. Acropolele atenian nu se poate face fara o usoara dictatura in democratia de pe timpul lui Pericle. Fara autoritatea lui Pericle nu mai facea el Fidias grozaviile Atenei secolului V ien. De aceea a si fost pus sub acuzare de catre "popor" odata cu Pericle.

Statul ca ansamblu de institutii mai mult sau mai putin democatice nu poate sustine decat arta traditionala in care toata lumea crede, respectiv arta bisericeasca si arta populara/pop-comerciala. Ori astea sunt deja manierisme fata de care arta revolutionara se revolta.

A spune ca statul nu mai sustine arta si ca lucrul asta devine o initiativa privata e o viziune distorsionata a fenomenului. De fapt statul postbelic s-a implicat decisiv in sprijinirea artei tocmai pentru a scapa de experienta nazismului care a blamat artistii vremii. Ca sa se dezica de o astfel de situatie ce arata cam ce inseamna putere politica si ce pericole inseamna ea, statul postbelic a luat artistii cu lugu-lugu convingandu-i sa renunte la expresionism si disperare si sa aleaga teme mai vesele pentru a mentine ridicat tonusul muncitorului. Si atunci el le-a creat institutii mai mult sau mai putin utilesi populare/populate dar menite sa aduca artistul inapoi in veselie de pe culmile disperarii. Asta e reteta "postmodernismului". Am analizat ceva mai in detaliu fenomenul in ce mai recenta revizuire a lucrarii mele "Contradicţiile, iluziile şi virtuţiile postmodernismului".

Asta e reteta multor institutii mai mult sau mai putin artificiale create doar pentru a oferi joburi celor care au trecut prin ani buni de scoala. Pentru ca daca acestor oameni nu li se creaza locuri de munca si ei se apuca sa strige in gura mare ca sunt someri desi au terminat tz-spe scoli atunci nici copilul muncitorului nu va mai merge la scoala; muncitorul isi trimite odrasla la scoala in speranta ca va avea o viata mai buna. Ori daca aia destepti ajung someri ce sanse ar avea el? Si atunci in loc sa asambleze masini din care sistemul sa isi traga partea muncitorul fie ajunge cersetor, fie vagabond, fie infractor, fie mic-fermier. Ceea ce nu da bine la economie. Muncitorului trebuie sa i se creeze iluzia cum ca daca trage de el si hardworkaieste va fi rasplatit si va avea o viata mai buna. Entuziasmul lui se regaseeste in productie si in final in insasi economie. Un intreg spectru de institutii incepand de la scoala e menit sa il manipuleze sa il aduca sa munceasca in fabrica si sa sustina economia globala mai curand decat sa lucreze pentru sine. Daca lucreaza doar pentru sine atunci statul ia forma despotico-tiranica pentru ca se vede mult mai clar ca i se fura din bunuri. Daca e atras in angrenajul general al fabricii acest lucru e mai putin vizibil si sistemul pare mai democratic si mai uman. Daca imparatul/regele/principele ameninta pentru a lua birul sistemul actual manipuleaza, entuziasmeaza, creaza iluzii pentru a/l face pe sclavul contemporan sa munceasca. Daca artistul deconstruieste aceste iluzii atunci productia scade si ea.

Povestea dramatica a unor artisti ca expresionstii germani de la inceputul sec. 20 care vorbesc de fapt despre salbaticia capitalismului din acea perioada tare demoralizeaza entuzismsul cel atat de profitabil al muncitorului. Si atunci s-au creat aceste institutii iar arta s-a "postmodernizat" devenind mai flecara. Nu conteaza ca mesajul a ajuns mai putin la muncitor; popul comercial si popul elitist au impins si mai departe aceasta apropiere.

De vreo 30 de ani incoace insa lucrurile s-au schimbat. Artistul a fost camuflat si inghesuit de o penurie de mesaje comerciale ambalate artistic in forma de publicitate. Poa' sa-si planga el de mila cat vrea ca lumea se uita la un sidcom si rade in hohote. Nu s-ar auzi. Asa ca sistemul isi permite sa "se retraga" pentru ca "starea natiunii" nu mai trece prin elite ci prin productii consumiste ce reiau teme mai vechi si carora li se da fie happy end fie happy start sau happy allover. Practic in aceste productii consumiste sunt investite atat profitul companiilor care le sponsorizeaza sau le cumpara spatii publicitare cat si profitul sistemului politic care aduce in zona familiarului figuri politice noi de care sclavul se indragosteste si asupra carora investeste noi vise de eliberare. Daca arta clasica isi schimba valoare cu maretia seniorului care o cumpara, fiecare dublandu-si astfel capitalul, dimpotriva arta consumista distreaza sclavul si il face sa isi uite disperarea. Pentru ca el undeva in adancul sufletului se simte amenintat cu moartea daca nu e profitabil la fel cum erau si stramosii lui. Daca faci arta elitista il convingi pe sclav ca e prost si ca isi merita soarta. Daca faci arta consumista il faci sa uite ca e prost si chiar sa se simta bine ca e prost. Astfel toata lumea e fericita! Statul a scapat de povara artistilor- ca tare ciudati mai ereau (sic!)

Un gunoi stingher pe o strada oarecare din Bucuresti

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"Sunrise" in varianta trance-progressive

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TOAMNA MUZICALA CLUJEANA editia a XLIV-a l-a aniversat pe Dan Voiculescu

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Remarcabilul compozitor si muzicolog a trecut in nefiinta in urma cu mai bine de un an pe 29 august 2009. Festivalul "Toamna Muzicala clujeana" i-a adus un omagiu.





La eveniment a participat si Gigi Becali, un pic cam suparat pentru ca Steaua a luat bataie:


Ju$titia in folclorul urban

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Am gasit acest graffiti pe langa ministerul Justitiei. Nu stiu daca autorul ma cunoaste. Nici eu nu il cunosc. Dar cert e ca ca amandoi cunoastem "legile ju$titiei" ;)

Michael Jackson & Gabriel Baldovin-Political and musical duet

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remake of original Michael Jackson song „They don't care about us”

In paralel cu studiul facut pe blogul opinium si in relatie cu tema anterioara







Lyrics

Michael Jackson & Gabriel Baldovin-Political and musical duet
(Remake of original Michael Jackson song „They don't care about us”

There won’t be a better place in this world as long as we’ll be governed by politicians, Michael. They keep threatening us in order to become more profitable, to work harder and to make a better life for them and only for them. Because the rest of the world live in the misery… you know. I am sorry but this is the truth: they don't care about us. We are their proprieties; we’re just animals for them. They don't care about us.

They beat you, hated you
And, you see, they broke you.
Willed you, thrilled you,
Finally they killed you.
They threatened you, sued you
And, you see, they did you.
Kicked you, hit you
And they blacked white you

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

They call it democracy But it’s just new slavery.

For their fortune, their profit
They could do anything.
Close yo’ look to building 7 Inside job 9/11,
Pearl Harbor, Vietnam-
Frightening America-
Make you scared, make you shy,
Join the army and die.

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

They call it democracy
But it’s just new slavery.

Come on Mike, say it!

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
They're throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came

Michael, you’re just an object for them.
They needed your image to gain people’s trust
And bring them to a false illusion of vote
So to make this horrible, horrible social system to look like it has been built by us.
We know it is not.

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

They call it democracy But it’s just new slavery.

They keep fooling us. Now listen!

US people are against Iraqi war,
But US troops continued to fight there,
So tell me could this be called democracy?
With press control and information distortion
They only show those who support their own version
And minimize the antiwar majority.

You know I do really hate to say it

The government don't wanna see
But if Martin Luther was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no, no

I am not so sure about that.
You saw what happened to him after all.

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, aggravation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Bang bang, shot dead
Everybody's gone mad

All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us

They call it democracy But it’s just new slavery.

Bill Clinton, Hilary Clinton, George Bush senior, junior, Barrack Obama, Hugo Chavez, Fidel Castro, Kim Young II, Putin, Roosevelt, Kennedy, Nixon, Hitler, Stalin and all of them….

They are all fucking liars.
They fool us on being on our side;
But they fight against us so we end up as their slaves,
To support their fancy lives for their clans and their families.
The world is a simple toy for them and we are their servants.
That is the truth my friend and that is what destroyed you.

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
trepidation, speculation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
black man, black male
Throw your brother in jail

Come on, Mike!

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Rise and shine like you used to do, man!

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Tell people the truth man!

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Let them know the world we live in!

They call it democracy But it’s just new slavery.

…We live in a state of fear…

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Tell’em how building 7 fell down!

They call it democracy
But it’s just new slavery.
…Everyday we hear of war…

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
…how they cerate wars just to keep on their power!

They call it democracy
But it’s just new slavery.
…We hear nations hurting each other…

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Tell them how they destroy our planet!

They call it democracy
But it’s just new slavery.
We have to stop the prejudices!

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
How we work hard to support their luxury life …

They call it democracy
But it’s just new slavery.
We have to stop living in fear of our own neighbors!

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Don’t let yourself fooled by politicians Michael…
’cause that breaks down your mind!

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They don't really care about us (original)

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, aggravation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Bang bang, shot dead
Everybody's gone mad

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
Jew me, sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me, kike me
Don't you black or white me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate
You're rapin' me of my pride
Oh, for God's sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy...
Set me free

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
trepidation, speculation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
black man, black male
Throw your brother in jail


All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible because you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
They're throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came
You know I do really hate to say it
The government don't wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no, no

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, speculation
Everybody litigation
Beat me, bash me
You can never trash me
Hit me, kick me
You can never get me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Some things in life they just don't wanna see
But if Martin Luther was livin'
He wouldn't let this be

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, segregation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Kick me, strike me
Don't you wrong or right me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Exeter Stadium Speech (June 14, 2002)

Hello everybody. Hello to you wonderful people of Exeter. To the great supporters of the Exeter City Football Club. Welcome to all the great fans that have come from here and far. To all you children.

I’m very happy, very happy to be here with you today. Today, today we come here to support children. We come here to support children with AIDS. To help, to help beyond these of those affected by HIV and AIDS.

We more help them to build a good future. All of us working together for them. A future without prejudice. For these children and their families. We are here to support and help the people of Africa to find a solution in the fight against the swear of HIV AIDS ... and malaria ... through education and awareness, we aim at conviction but we help with cure.

We are here to support you, the supporters and players of this great football club.

Sadly, sadly, we live in a state of fear. Everyday we hear of war on the news, on the radio and television and the newspapers, always of war. We hear of nations hurting each other, of neighbours hurting each other, of families hurting each other and the children killing each other. We must learn to live and love each other before it’s too late. We have to stop! We have to stop the prejudice, we have to stop the hating, we have to stop living in fear of our own neighbours.

I would like all of you now to take the hand of the person to the left and to the right. Go ahead! Right now! I mean it! Don’t be shy! Do it! It starts now! To the person next to you. To the left and the right. I mean it. Right now! Go ahead! Don’t be shy. Do it! Do it! Now, tell the person ... tell the person next to you that you care for them. Tell them that you care for them. Tell them that you love them. Tell them that you love them. This is what makes the difference.

Together ... (Michael laughing) ... (audience screaming) ... together we can make a change of the world. Together we can help to stop racism.
Together we can help to stop prejudice. We can help the world live without fear. It’s our only hope, without hope we are lost.
(Applause, somebody in the audience screams: Who’s gonna win on Saturday?)
England is gonna win? I believe you, I believe you. You know ... I know nothing about sports but I believe you.
Hmmm, thank you all, thank you Exeter.
I’m very proud and happy to be here. Thank you Exeter Football Club.
Thanks to all the wonderful fans ... (Michael looking into the stadium)... I see Israel, I see Spain, I see countries all over the world. I love you!
Thank you to all my team.
And a special thanks to David Blaine ...the world’s greatest. To Patti Boulaye and to the great Uri Geller and Matt Fides ...the man.
We thank them and all the other performers.
Please join me in giving them a great cheer.
And, most importantly ... (balloons are let in the air) - That’s beautiful. That’s a sign of hope. That’s for all the children of the world. I love you. And thank you for everything
All my love
And God Bless!!"