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Monday, April 18, 2011

Club Impulse

I came out of my cave a few days ago to go to "Club Impulse" at Boardner's in Hollywood. There was an amazing performance that I was graciously invited to.

The procession featured Jeanelle Mastema's group, "Virgo Rising." Mikey Hans and Pixel were the subjects of some facial piercing and the subsequent blood-letting while they were draped in a shroud and had Bhutto-inspired makeup adorning their bodies. 


As strange as it may seem to those who may have never been in an environment like this before, the whole ritual was calming and spiritual. I have been to some haunts in the past that showcased what may have seemed more sensational, having people suspended by hooks (CORE), but this was different. I appreciated the more creative angle they took on what has been done again and again at these venues (needle play, blood sports). It was more understated. 


A job well done to all of those involved!


Here are some of my snapshots from the evening:



Prep 




Pause

Freudian slip



Voyeur





Pixel

Reprieve


  

Saturday, December 11, 2010

¡El Pueblo Unido, Jamás Será Vencido!

"The people united, will never be defeated!"

Tension building like a coil about to spring.
Proverbial spasms riddle collective consciousness.
Something just isn't right.
Nightmares every night,
Waking up drenched in acrid sweat.
With a heavy heart,
Sighing in poignant unison.
Leaders come and gone.
Ephemeral memories of empowerment held in our hands,
Hearts,
Minds,
Voices.
Now it's time to speak.
Si se puede!
She's ready.
Ready to shake us off like a case of bad fleas.
There are those of us who can sing,
Who can feel,
Who know.
Time is of the essence.
Sands slipping between the unforgiving fingers of time.
This isn't a game.
Chilling grip encroaches upon delicate, succulently vascular cavernous lungs.
Bags filled with arbitrary gasses, flesh and blood.
Unsuspecting with each capricious breath.
Chemical exchanges between paper-thin tissues.
Engorged.
Pink with of red and blue tinges- like a ruby or a rose petal,
So perfect you could just...
Tear it up.

Balarama Heller