Mission Control by Vivid Tribe Of Psychics
Mission Control by Vivid Tribe Of Psychics
Electric Dragon 80000 Volt (for Shinya Tsukamoto Tetsuo Fans)
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1. Consciousness slad pierced by fleeting glimpses.
- The round shape of the beach reveals the face of the island.
- The attraction of nothing leads me in endless rotation.
- The shore where I met the aground beauty, reminds me a broken hourglass.
A wave of love overwhelms me and tries to carry me to freedom.
(To be continued)
This is not by catching wings that somebody take off.
2. Why do not resurrect now ?
We shall come closer, then no longer be uncertain images.
You shall come closer, then wet your hair to wash the dried blood of my orifices.
You shall come closer, then do not say anything to hear the beating of my heart.
Ghost emerging from limbo to look you straight in the eyes.
You shall come closer, then my wet hair will be able wash the dried blood of your orifices.
You shall come closer, then I will be able to hear our hearts beat in unison.
Ghosts emerging from limbo to touch each one each other, our skins at our feet.
We shall come closer, just to see if the dialogue of our bodies will write a story.
Keep on looking for, despite allready found it, it’s turning the wheel of a mill.
3. What happened to the dawn ?
Rumor said that her heart is buried in the land of dreams where time does not exist.
My sharp tongue split the sun before it rose
and there remains only the blood.
I see through my outstretched hands the memorie of the dawn.
The red turned black as the surface vanished,
In the depths I stay despite it’s daytime immersed into the night.
The dawn is a little bit you, a little bit me, when we forget our borderlines.
Our time has folded like a bruised body till disappear,
pretending he never existed.
Yet the memory of the dawn continues to blight me endless.
A word that dissapears shake the buildings.
4. Pores and skin.
When I am the silent
love once again
goes through my cocoon of illusions.
The surface is permeable when I forget the borderline.
I take back my place inside you.
A drop of you touched me
and woke me up
therefore the illusion of solitude
I am with you.
I remember to fall asleep at your side.
The time that separates me from you is only a dream…
Claws and fangs break on innocence.
5. The rebellion of the poet.
The crowd asks,
erupting in all directions,
offset as the venom and eternity,
instead only blood,
flows out my pen.
In my outdoor circus,
I refuse to play fantasy.
In my tawny mouth,
I find what is beyond,
The scream of the soul.
The naked sound.
The vibration that nothing can hide.
To be is not writing,
but consciously draw your life,
puting in your gesture,
all your will
and going through the crowd
as with a bow.
All moral prohibition’s transgressions are better than none.
6. Free love.
I could call her waking life, but she’s got a name that I keep secret.
If I was a source, she would make me squirt.
I stopped playing words when I began to really enjoy life.
To describe the beauty is signing it death warrant.
If I were a stone, she would make me jump.
I stopped to draw her when I understood that a concept only makes sense if it takes shape in life.
The golden bars of the cage next to be disassembled became the twigs of our nest.
If I were a tree, she would make me run.
I stopped talking since I want to hear her whisper.
I stopped to wait for her since I want she could come.
I stopped to be shaky since I want to touch her.
I stopped to believe in an ideal since I want to meet her.
I stopped letting myself be lulled by the course of destiny since I found my being purpose.
Will without love is sterile power.
7. Shortly before the promise of dawn.
I was about to faint.
I was so fragile.
She caught her breath,
till I build myself a body.
My heart was like a magnet,
now it burns like a fire plant.
Only her can contain me.
I was trapped in a mirror.
Each root of my thoughts grew a flower appeared.
My gaze was lost in this mind mirror.
Mimetic flowers generated a veil woven of my past,
that masked my life
preventing any real contact.
She remained motionless,
till I notice the lures dance.
My eyes saw only a projection,
now they stroke the present with the fire intensity.
Only her can touch me.
(Only her could save me.)
Intimacy self regenerate into the universal ocean.
8. Naked evidence.
What I took as dawn,
this is how our colors shimmer
when we meet.
Together, we are a garden of being,
an utopia become true,
marvel of diversity,
wide of all paradoxes,
free as a conscious choice.
A promise renewed every instant,
the memory of a caress that will not fade longer than the time it need to reproduce it,
being aware in each breath and offer in each exhalation.
2 fingers on 4 lips…
The meeting of two beings, in whom the body and the mind, finally meet.
The thousand petals lotus is as bud,
as bloomed flower and also faded flower,
it is every moment of the perpetual cycle of life,
when liberated from fear, we realize that the illusion no longer blind us.
I thought walking on the water,
yet I was stepping back to the present time.
She was not a mere destination, indeed we were moving in concert,
then our paths crossed each one.
I felt the scale of possibilities grow exponentially.
Nothing mattered more to me now that to know her.
I became a mere freedom offered to my heart.
To be able to be reach by her hand to give us a chance to be together.
The projection of the film ended when life begins, our life.
The limits of the imagination are the mark of a brush.
9. No pleasure competes with the feeling of this love.
As the hour approached,
I felt the sap rising in me,
statue since a so long time been neglected,
I discovered love as if it was the first time.
It was as if my stone skin,
became the walls of my prison,
now facing this joy without clone,
it broke up like clay in the sun.
In the room in ruins, between the crumbling walls,
your presence like an evidence,
your call echo still resonates
next the sensory fireworks swirls
and I realize that this is life.
To wish everything till I share it with you.
To wish all the emotions till I share them with you.
To wish to know love together and deliver it as it delivered us.
I do not know the future,
but this present I live,
is an unspeakable happiness
without lure or fear,
a preview of a possible future.
You are free to meet me.
Who you are, no words can translate it,
but each time my lips dare hum,
I believe that you are listenable mixed with love.
Version Française du carnet de poèmes.
Listen/download: The Krokodil Giant Tears by Twin Realities Dreamers
New flying teapot with grill DIY lens
The most of the time I use this lens front of my digital camera for manually remix / glitch the visual during any concert video recording. But you can also use any broken or not broken glasses, transparent CD, magnificent glass, oil or as many thing you can experiment with for push the borderlines of lomography.
Here is a selection of few of this live recordings.
The Residents. Part 6/6. Live le 10 05 2014. Nantes. fRance
Listen/free download: Farewell, New Clear Life by Twin Realities Dreamers
This EP has got an alternative ending, if you download the full package you can choose between two bonus tracks the end you prefer.
A propos du libre arbitre.
Plus on s’approche de la lumière, plus l’ombre sera attirante.
La vie ne se joue pas à pile ou face, car quand la lumière sera complètement disparue, l’ombre montrera son vrai visage.
J’ai laissé partir la femme de ma vie avec l’ombre, car c’était la seule façon qu’elle puisse vraiment me rencontrer.
Elle était comme moi avec l’ombre et la lumière mélée, de cette façon si merveilleuse où elles ne sont pas opposées, mais unies.
J’ai sur ma main la trace de l’amour qui s’efface peu à peu.
J’ai en moi la vie qui s’efface peu à peu.
J’ai en dehors la lumière qui disparait,
Je ne sais pas si ce sont mes yeux, mon esprit ou la nuit qui revient.
J’esperais qu’elle substituerait l’énergie factice par la véritable énergie.
J’esperais qu’elle verrait qu’un des chemins était un isthme vers les avenirs tandis que l’autre n’était qu’une impasse en trompe l’oeil pour cacher le retour au passé.
J’esperais qu’elle ferait un choix, plutot que de laisser l’ombre et la lumière choisir.
La lumière ne prend pas, elle ne sait que donner.
Puisse l’essence de nos rêves perdurer, la proteger et me proteger, pour que quand l’obscurité aura triomphée, nous puissions enfin nous retrouver.
A V. avec l’espoir que si elle vérifie par elle même qu’aucune autre voie ne peut nous convenir, elle puisse choisir de me rejoindre un jour.
About the free will.
The closer you get to light, the more the shadow will be attractive.
Life can not be play by sending a coin in the air, because when the light is completely gone, the shadow show its true face.
I left the love of my life with the shadow because it was the only way she could really meet me.
She was like me with shadow and light mixed in, this wonderful way when they are not opposed, but united.
I have on my hand the memorie of love that fades gradually.
I have in me the life that fades gradually.
I see outside the light disappears.
I do not know if it’s my eyes , my mind, or only the return of the night.
I hoped she will replace fake energy by real energy.
I hoped she would see one of the paths was an isthmus to many futures, while the other was a deadend in trompe l’oeil hidding it stepback to the past.
I hoped she would make a choice, rather than letting the light and shade choose.
The light can not take, light always give.
May the essence of our dreams continue thru time, protect her and protect me, so when the darkness has triumphed, we could finally find ourselves together.
To V. with the hope that if she try by herself and discover that no other way can fit for each of us, she can choose to join me one day.
The end of it is “I wish to be wrong, and that you made the right choice, could it bring you and I wish you a lot of happiness or anything you would enjoy”
But maybe it’s only me and one more time I just imagine things when it’s only my fault. Halas a good new I have the agreement for my permanent residence in quebec, so I will fly back at the fall of summer.
At least it seems the only shadow is me as always. So sad, so angry after the part of me which ruin the other part life, and especially for the bad things done to my beloVed.