INTE FÖR ALLA

YOU DO IT TO YOURSELF

IS THERE

THOM

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PEARLY*

 
 
How’d you get your teeth so pearly?
Dew drop dentures
White washed faces
She runs from the third world, pearly

Vanilla (feel it crawl to me)
Milkshakes (crawl back again)
From Hard Rock (whatever you say)
Cafes (it won’t go away)
That’s where (I feel it crawl to me)
She got her (crawls back again)
Sweet tooth (it won’t go away)
For white boys (whatever you say)

She runs from the third world, pearly
Hurts me

Darling hurts me
Darling hurts me
Darling hurts me

RADIOHEAD – THE BUTCHER

161011

REMINISCENCE OF SOUL, LOVE, WARMTH.

 
 
 
UP: RADIOHEAD – DAYDREAMING
DOWN: MARK PRITCHARD – BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE

YOU ARE THERE, SOMEWHERE

THE BLACK SWAN, THOM
AND THE CONSTANT CONCERN

 
 
 
“This is your blind spot, blind spot/ It should be obvious, but it’s not.”

 
 
 
And that, ultimately, is the great preoccupation of one of our greatest poets of anxiety: a simple fear of the unknown. “People get crushed like biscuit crumbs,” he sings, and there’s nothing to be done about it. For all our human reason, we are unable to anticipate the things we really need to know.

 
 
 
Me (Daniel) writing:

When Albert Camus was writing about Martin Heidegger, Camus put some words to what he thought would catch Heideggers thinking. (I do not know if Heidegger himself had written or spoken about these words, but I have a feeling he had. He almost must have.)

 
 
The words were (first in English then in Swedish and then a strange translation to German).

 
 
 
The Constant Concern.
Det ständiga bekymret.
Die ständige Sorge.

 
 
 
Why do I write all this? Much of what I do with pen/camera/writing/blogging/and.other.shite comes from ”The Constant Concern”. It’s like entering the maze, kill the monster, pick up the thread but never ever find the way out.

 
 
 
Maybe Mr. Thom Yorke – his ZEITGEIST – Sensibility – causes pain, but causes creativity – SensibilityTheConstantConsern.
You will never ever in this world find a place that feels like home. Ah, ok, you never had that feeling. Well, then your probably blessed.

 
 
 
This is your blind spot, blind spot/ It should be obvious, but it’s not.

A SORT OF TRIBUTE TO MARK ROTHKO

 
 
A sort of tribute to MARK ROTHKO.

1. Radiohead; Thom, Stanley Donwood. (Amnesiac album cover.)

2. Mark Rothko. (NO 14.)

3. Daniel Johansson. By me, none other. (Untitled.)

 
This post has been very popular on my Tumblr blog.

I forgot about it, found it and now it exists on the MOTHER BLOG. (that was a joke.)

VISUALS BY TARIK BARRI

 
Music by Paul Jebanasam
Visuals and Programming by Tarik Barri (www.tarikbarri.nl)
Subtext Recordings 2016

ARTÉ FRÖM RAd1OH3AD.KOM

Radiohead: ”We asked some people to make short vignettes interpreting sections of our new record. First: visuals and programming by Tarik Barri – www.tarikbarri.nl.” Tariks Radiohead work is on the bottom of this post. The other 2 stills are probably done by Stanley Donwood and Thom Yorke.

 
More from Tarik Barrii soon.

DAYDREAMING

 
My answer to song and art by using pictures.
This is what I am in front of this song:

HUNTINGBEARSPARTTWO.BURNTHEWITCH

like tentacles around the aggressive -rn collapse, almost an apocalypse of a closed system, a mechanical system that is horrified by man and begins to dream of female breimage of the woman, they swirl around her, behind her – a sublime three-dimensional image is obtained – we see the reality of life. Some excuse themselves, throwing up -to the p the frame falls from the room. The room, the painting that multiplies and gets bigger, the wd, raped, they are tied up, m a corner – we realize, we should realize – realize years covered with Penetration. … system was within a framework where previous – Now, now, it strikes through the frame, like in other pictures and frames – no stop there, no obstruction ruler or circuit. Three images of young Syrian women are incorporated inainting, they are ed a painting. Red with a hint of mechanical patte… I paintthey are filled with deep scars – a man in uniform looking down upon them from higher elevation . A picture , a photo from a pornographic magazine is cublood, theeth pulled out, with Forced t out and pasted, inserted into the canvas. She enjoys not, she enjoys through a mask – behind is a suffering, a suffering – the psychologist will find it in the corner of her eye, right side, of left eye. The meoman screaming frochanical patterns are asts, male chests; of guilt and responsibility. The system knocked out in non-bloom. Thetorture_Forced Penetration

RADIOHEADFULSTOPYOUREALLYMESSEDUPEVERYTHING

BEARS!

RADIOHEAD – BURN THE WITCH

 
The lyrics appear to be skirting around the surveillance society, but equally they might be meditating on the difficulties of open discussion in an age where thought is scrutinised and policed by the public itself on social media, where any idle thought runs the risk of seeing one condemned as #problematic. (Quote from The Guardian.)

Loose talk around tables
Abandon all reason
Avoid all eye contact
Do not react
Shoot the messenger
This is a low-flying panic attack

—

Yes, at any time you might be condemned. Condemned as problematic, difficult or not easy to medicate. By the people, or by the police, or by your psychiatrist – you will be seen as problematic, your voice will not be heard any more and they will have the power to lock you up. Yes, really; by some words written on a computer or a phone call made – they can lock you up.

Plötsligt tänker jag på min förre läkare/psykiater. Och hur man blir problematisk om man säger sanningen.

Bears.

HUNTING BEARS. PART ONE.

young. every things open. possibility’s enormous open, it is open why does it feel like a greek tragedy why do i know what will happen when i feel so alive? snakes and ladders is a game i always have lost. they tell me to climb up. but why does it feel so good to climb down? it will be hard to come back, they say. but i wasn’t even listening.

Psychiatrists are mosquitoes and not tigers.
Swedish authors Vilhelm Ekelund and Maja Lundgren knew this.

 
RADIOHEADCUTAHOLE

 
 
 
 
BEARS!