
‘Art as life ritual. The conventional artist looks for his own style; he wants to achieve something but does not ask what. He thus serves the ruling institutions by making his products attest to the concepts on which these institutions have built up their existence. And he is repaid for this, honoured and pensioned. However, art is above all justified through the enjoyment of art and not through the pressure of a style. Art as experience, training, and as the destruction of all established ideas about life…’ — Rudolf Schwarzkogler
‘The six portfolios of photographs that make up ‘Aktionen Wien’ represent almost the entire artistic output left by the Austrian artist Rudolf Schwarzkogler, who committed suicide in 1969 at the age of 29 following a gradual deterioration of his mental health. The photographs of these six actions were to become highly influential to later artists.
‘While closely associated with the group of Austrian artists who became known as the Vienna Aktionists, principally Hermann Nitsch, Günter Brus and Otto Mühl, Schwarzkogler’s work differed in one important aspect: the Vienna Aktionists’ performances were highly ritualistic public actions, designed to be confronting and cathartic experiences for both performers and audience. However, with the exception of ‘1. Aktion ‘Hochzeit’ (marriage) 6 Februar 1965’, Schwarzkogler’s actions were staged primarily for the camera. Schwarzkogler used his collaborator, Heinz Cibulka, more as a passive prop than as an active participant, wrapping him in bandages and subjecting him to implied mutilation by knives or syringes.
‘Some of Schwarzkogler’s contemporaries criticised his ‘staged’ actions as a return to pictorial illusionism, an artifice that live actions were supposed to have eliminated. Schwarzkogler did not limit himself to direct action or endurance in the manner of Marina Abramovic or Mike Parr but developed theatrical scenarios that, in their linear documentation, can be read as narratives. Hermann Nitsch, however, believed that Schwarzkogler’s work was a development that pushed the boundaries of Aktionism to create what he called ‘living pictures’. Whereas many performance works were hastily documented and by their nature were unrepeatable, Schwarzkogler planned his performances and acted them out before the camera: they were primarily staged and repeatable events as opposed to duration works that tested bodily limits. Many of Nitsch’s actions – for example, slicing open an animal carcass and letting its blood and entrails fall onto a naked human body – were intended to create an atmosphere of shock and chaos that was essentially nihilistic. Schwarzkogler, on the other hand, was inspired by his abiding interest in esoteric philosophies and developed a more subtle use of symbolism within his actions.
‘Conscious of Carl Jung’s theories of archetypal symbolism, Schwarzkogler’s recurring images of a man with his head, penis or whole body bandaged, juxtaposed with images of dead fish being sliced open or dead chickens dangling between his legs, are all open to various interpretations. In the later actions his symbolism became more personal, exploring psychological states, and were open to wider interpretations than the more obvious alchemical symbolism of the first action ‘Aktion ‘Hochzeit’ (marriage) 6 February 1965’.’ — Edith Adam
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Further
The Mind Museum: Rudolf Schwarzkogler and the Vienna Actionists
RS @ Richard Saltoun Gallery
Rudolf Schwarzkogler | the artist
Rudolf Schwarzkogler Brochure
L’imaginaire à l’Action
Surveying the Wounds
An Aesthetic Panorama: The Art of Rudolph Schwarzkogler
Zwarte kogel – in memory of Rudolf Schwarzkogler
Abject Modernism: The Male Body in the Work of Tatsumi Hijikata, Günter Brus and Rudolf Schwarzkogle
The image of the artist in Performance art: The Case of Rudolf Schwarzkogler
“Altered.” (Rudolf Schwarzkogler, Austrian Cultural Institute, New York, New York)
BODY ART #4: Rudolf Schwarzkogler
the transvestism of objects (thinking of Rudolf Schwarzkogler)
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Rudolf Schwarzkogler’s Penis

There is an account of Rudolf Schwarzkogler—introduced to the public by Time Magazine critic Robert Hughes in 1972—that maintains that the artist died as a result of deliberate and self-inflicted penis mutilations undertaken in a series of performances in the late 1960s. This account is entirely false. What is more, evidence of its falsehood is available and familiar, having been exposed by a multitude of scholarly studies and exhibitions on Schwarzkogler’s work. During his lifetime, Schwarzkogler was all but unknown outside his native Austria. The myth of his death made Schwarzkogler and the Viennese Actionists (the group of artists with whom he collaborated between 1963– 1969) notorious; but it has also demonstrably impacted the reception of performance art more broadly.
In June of 1965, Schwarzkogler undertook a scripted action for a private audience of colleagues and friends, which was performed in the Viennese apartment of Heinz Cibulka, his model. This action, Schwarzkogler’s third, was also explicitly intended to be photographed—by Ludwig Hoffenreich, a professional photographer—and it followed the descriptive outline of a written Aktionsablauf or ‘action program’. Schwarzkogler’s textual scores and drawn sketches indicate that he conceived of his actions as vehicles for methodical aesthetic exploration in the form of successive tableau arranged to be photographed. The production of action programs and preparatory sketches was by no means unique among the oeuvres of the Viennese Actionists, and Schwarzkogler’s contain specific details for understanding his actions. The sketches show the planned configurations of rooms, props, and models; the scores provide lists of materials used in the actions as well as the identities of the principal actors involved, for example, ‘C.’ indicating Cibulka and ‘S.’ Schwarzkogler.
Specifically, Action #3 used Cibulka’s body, which Schwarzkogler deliberately posed and juxtaposed with various objects, including a gauze-wrapped ball, electrical wire, rubber tubing, a glass medicine bottle with dropper, a fish, razor blades, scissors, a knife, and a dark stone. Hoffenreich’s photographs of Action #3 illustrate Schwarzkogler’s intent to construct and control an‘action field’—what the artist defined as‘the real objects found in the surroundings’ and ‘the space around the actor’.6 In many photographs, for example, the controlled staging of the model and objects is readily apparent: We see a bare-chested Cibulka lying atop a rectangular board that has been placed on the floor and covered with a white sheet; Hoffenreich’s shod right foot can be glimpsed in the bottom corner of the photograph as he shoots his subject from above. In others, Cibulka’s body is concealed by gauze bandages, first tightly wrapped and then disheveled; and in the final images, his head and torso are wrapped again in clear plastic sheeting. In all cases, whether standing upright, sitting, or prone, Cibulka’s body is connected, sometimes quite literally, to a prop—electrical wires are arranged to emanate from his mouth, encircle his head, or seemingly enter his arm like an intravenous drip.
In two photographs, Schwarzkogler himself actually appears in the frame standing behind Cibulka, cupping the side of his face to steady the deployment of a syringe; the next photograph shows his outstretched right hand lifting the edge of the bandage over Cibulka’s eye. Several images depict a large fish hanging down the middle of Cibulka’s naked back, which then reappears, its head decapitated, facing the camera and protruding from Cibulka’s penis with razorblades placed in its agape mouth. What will subsequently become the most controversial element, however, is his bandaged penis. A number of photographs exhibit it swaddled in white gauze secured by flesh-colored adhesive tape, and a few augment the suggestion of wounding. One photograph in particular includes dots of dark color spotting the gauze on Cibulka’s penis, while two others of Cibulka sitting astride the bandaged ball illustrate Schwarzkogler’s written directive for a ‘thin dark trickle’ to run from the model’s penis onto the ball. Three photographs juxtapose a pristinely bandaged penis laid on a table edge with more than a dozen razor blades, or surgical scissors and a syringe.
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Extras: Vienna Actionists
Günter Brus and Kurt Kren Selbstbemalung/Selbstverstümmelung (1965)
Kurt Kren 20/68 Schatzi (Trailer)
Günter Brus Selbstverstümmelung Self Mutilation, 1965
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Rudolf Schwarzkogler’s Unperformed Aktions
(English translation by Supervert)

Text 21
(1965)
drum with whitewashed bones
r
stretch a wire and hack through it
spill ashes
fill balloons with gas
hang up whitewashed dolls and cadavers
fill a balloon with foam pop it with a whip
weissgestrichene knochen, um damit zu trommeln
r
draht spannen und durchhacken
asche verschütten
ballons mit gas füllen
weissgestrichene puppen und kadaver aufhängen
einen ballon mit schaum füllen mit der peitsche aufschlagen
Text 22
(probably 1969)
A: holds an amethyst in his mouth, drinks a sip of wine, then spits the amethyst into a silver bowl, pours a sip of water over the amethyst in the silver bowl, takes out the amethyst and drinks the water
A: halt einen amethyst im mund, trinkt einen schluck wein, spuckt dann den amethyst in eine silberschale, giesst einen schluck wasser über den amethyst in die silbserschale, nimmt den amethyst heraus und trinkt das wasser
Text 27
(between 1966 and 1968)
lise a teleplay
she is a pretty girl
lise sits between two palm trees in a conservatory
she wears white stockings and shoes, a white dress, a white hat
she is surrounded by four musicians, a string quartet
the string quartet plays the string quartet in g minor by arnold schönberg
lise puts an ivory ball in her mouth and then drinks a sip of cherry liquor and spits the ivory ball into a silver bowl
first movement
lise takes off her dress
second movement
[lise puts the ivory ball in her nicely painted pussy and wets her nipples with spit]
third movement vomits
lise kneels down and with the help of a feather vomits into the bowl
fourth movement
lise has a basket of eggs in front of her and uses a syringe to begin filling them with inks bright red bright blue dark blue bright green dark green violet and then breaks the eggs over her knees (one after another)
third movement
lise drinks black coffee
lise ein fernsehspiel
sie ist ein schönes mädchen
in einem wintergarten sitzt lise zwischen palmbäumen
sie trät weisse strümpfe und schuhe, hat ein weisses kleid an, eine weissen hut auf
sie ist von vier philharmoniken umgeben, einem streichquartett
das streichquartett spielt das streichquartett in g moll von arnold schönberg
lise steckt eine elfenbeinkugel in den mund und trinkt darauf einen schluck kirschenlikör und spuckt die elfenbeinkugel in eine silbserschüssel
erster satz
lise zieht ihr kleid aus
zweiter satz
[lise steckt die elfenbeinkugel in ihre schöne geschminkte fut und benetzt ihre brustwarzen mit speichel]
dritter satz speiht
lise kniet nieder und erbricht mit hilfe einer feder in die schüssel
vierter satz
lise hat einen korb mit eiern vor sich und beginnt mit hilfe einer injektionsnadel tinten in die eier zu injizieren hellrot hellblau dunkelblau hellgrün dunkelgrün violett und schlägt die eier dann auf ihren knien auf (nebeneinander)
dritter satz
lise trinkt schwarzen kaffee
Text 37
(probably 1968)
screaming shrieking shattered glass
2 of the 3 actors lie head to head before the door, so that visitors must step over one of them to enter the room
3 bright red fluorescent squares measuring 1×1 m have been drawn at irregular intervals on the floor
sound:
air escaping from an air compressor
light:
blue
an actor holds a light bulb in his mouth and screws it into the socket
as soon as the light comes on, the sound of an electric bell is heard
darkness
flashlight
a man who has been nailed to the wall by the tips of his shoes at a height of 1 m, and whose hands have been tied behind him, bites on a [bright red…]
light:
rapidly alternating green and pink
then dark blue (indigo)
the first actor breaks open a vial containing ammonia
a sharp smell of ammonia penetrates the room
the third man opens a vein, the blood flows into a glass
kneeling the second actor presses a cloth soaked in chloroform over his face, until he falls unconscious
the first actor vomits into a bowl half filled with green fluid
sound:
SCREAMING
the first actor throws light bulbs
second
kreischen schreien zersplittertes glas
2 der 3 akteure liegen kopf an kopf so vor der tür, dass die besucher beim betreten des raums über einen steigen müssen
auf dem boden sind an 3 verschiedenen stellen in unregelmässigen abständen mit hellroter leuchtfarbe 1×1 m grosse quadrate gezeichnet
ton:
aus einer pressluftflasche entweichende luft
licht:
blau
[einer] hält eine glühbirne im mund und schraubt sich die fassung hinein
sobald das licht sichtbar wird, ertrönt das geräusch einer elektrischen klingel
dunkel
blitzlicht
einer, der mit den schuhspitzen in der höhe von 1 m an die wand genagelt ist, und dessen hände am rücken zusammengebunden sind, zerbeisst einen mit [hellroter]
licht:
schnell abwechseln grün und rosa
dann dunkelblau (indigo)
der erste zerbricht eine philoe mit salmiakgeist
eine penetranter geruch nach salmiakgeist zieht durch den raum
der dritte öffnet sich eine ader schweinwerfer, das blut fliesst in ein glas
der zeite akteur presst sich kniend ein mit chloroform getränktes tuch vor das gesicht, bis er ohnmächtig umfällt
der erste akteur erbricht in eine schüssel halbvoll grüner flüssigkeit
ton:
KREISCHEN
der erste wirft mit glühbirnen
zeite
Text 38
(1966)
painting action in an art gallery
syringes inject 1000 raw eggs with spirit colors (bright red bright blue dark blue bright green dark green violet) and the eggs thus prepared are cracked open on a large aluminum table by the visitors
malakt in einer kunstgalerie
in 1000 rohe eier werden mit injektionsspritzen spiritusfarben injiziert (hellrot hellblau dunkelblau hellgrün dunkelgrün violett) und die so präparierten eier von den besuchern auf einem grossen aluminiumtisch aufgeschlagen
Text 42
(1965)
his face is white
her dress is white
he knots a stocking around her throat
he blindfolds her eyes
he pours paint over her head he pours water over her breasts
he rips open her dress — he ties her arms behind her and then her legs and puts her on a bed
he slits her dress with a knife
he dips his hands in red paint
he touches her mouth
he bandages her face
he paints her white
he hooks a belt around her chest and hangs her from a hook — face down
he winds hoses around her
monochrome painted dolls and cadavers
sein gesicht ist weiss
ihr kleid ist weiss
er knotet ihr einen strumpf um den hals
er verklebt ihr die augen
er schüttet ihr farbe über den kopf er schüttet ihr wasser über die brüste
er zerreisst ihr kleid—er bindet ihr die arme hinten und die beine und legt sie aufs bett
er schlitzt ihr kleid mit dem messer
er tunkt seine hände in rote farbe
er greift ihr in den mund
er verbindet ihr gesicht
er überspritzt sie weiss
er bindet ihr einen gürtel um die brust und hängt sie an einen haken—gesicht unten
er umwindet sie mit schläuchen
monochrom gestrichene puppen und kadaver
Text 43
(ca 1965)
a white square a white circle
ether chloroform
a thin wire a needle
pulse glance
cut apart bitten off
the fever the conflagration
a yellow line a red line
ein weisses quadrat ein weisser kreis
äther chloroform
ein feiner draht eine nadel
pulsschlag blick
zerschnitten abgebissen
das fieber die feuersbrunst
ein gelber strich ein roter strich
Text 47
(between 1966 and 1968)
musical comedy for television (color television)
4 musicians (string quartet) sit in a conservatory and play the string quartet in g minor by arnold schönberg or another suitable string quartet
a young girl with white-colored hair clad in a white dress white stockings and shoes drinks a glass filled with a white liquid during the first movement
during the second movement she drinks a glass filled with a bright red liquid
during the third movement she drinks a glass filled with a dark violet liquid
during the fourth movement she kneels on the ground and with the help of a feather vomits into a bowl
musikalische komödie für’s fernsehen (farbfernsehen)
4 philharmoniker (streichquartett) sitzen in einem wintergarten und spielen das streichquartett in g moll von arnold schönberg oder ein anderes geeignetes streichquartett.
ein junges mädchen mit weiss gefärbtem haar bekleidet mit einem weissen kleid weissen strümpfen und schuhen trinkt während des ersten satzes ein glas gefüllt mit einer weissen flüssigkeit leer
während des zweiten satzes trinkt sie ein glas gefüllt mit einer hellroten flüssigkeit leer
während des dritten satzes trinkt sie ein glass gefüllt mit einer dunkelvioletten flüssigkeit leer
während des vierten satzes kniet sie auf dem boden nieder und erbricht mit hilfe einer hühnerfeder in eine schüssel
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p.s. Hey. ** darbz (⊙ 0⊙ ), Hey. No, I think, stoned or not, that it is an enlightened observation. ** jay, Hi, jay! I used to have this amazing, really ornate and weird swizzle stick that my parents brought back from a trip to Japan that would probably be worth a fortune now, but a friend of mine used it to clean his bong. I know of ‘Binding of Isaac’, but it’s mostly a mystery. I’ll of course try to hunt it down. And the sequel. Thank you, pal. And treat yourself, clearly. ** kenley, Rattan chairs! I remember them. I think I must still have their imprints on my arms. Yay re: your best birthday. I’m trying to picture ‘open mouthed crying’ and it seems to look haunting. ** _Black_Acrylic, Never been a cocktail person myself, but my parents were. I get the impression that cocktails were a big signifier of class in the … what, early 60s? Sparkle Motion is a great name for a drink or possibly for anything. ** Carsten, I feel absolutely certain swizzle strikes have been film weapons, right? Probably even in a James Bond film or two. I know the name Soledad Miranda, but that’s all. I’ll look around. I have tried to make French toast a few times and have always failed miserably. It seems like succeeding would be very zen for some reason, so congrats. ** Bill, They certainly were a thing. Probably not so much now. I remember when I was a kid that every time my parents took me to a restaurant I always left with their signature matchbook and swizzle stick hidden in my coat pocket. RIP Bud Cort, yes. He used to live in my LA neighborhood, or at least he was alway at this local diner trying not to look famous and drinking a chocolate milkshake. ** Steeqhen, ‘Moon Pix’ is probably her best, but pretty much all of her early albums are wonderful. Therapists can help but they can also just be interesting conversationalists who empty your bank account. ** Laura, Hi, Laura. Well, it was when they were on the ‘Entertainment!’ tour so it was largely or entirely songs from that album. Sifting for gold is an encouraging way to describe it. Definitely much more mellow over here, sky-wise. Not so much internally thanks no thanks to the endless raining. Hugs in return. ** Uday, My mom was a nightmarish alcoholic, and the swizzle sticks which that occasioned were definitely the only bright spot. Whoa, amazing about the PhD program! Can you say what school? The Ukrainian woman seemed like a survivor on the physical front at least, so I hope she’s okay. ** HaRpEr //, I used to collect rare 45s with picture sleeves, and I do miss going to record swap meets and being shoulder to shoulder with competing fetishists. Yes, never de-loftify your influence around here. A friend of mine was/is the US distributor of ‘The People’s Joker’, and he made a small and extremely unexpected fortune. I strangely never saw it. I suppose I can ask my friend for a link, can’t I? Will do. ** Hugo, I never had a swizzle stick I hadn’t stolen. They’re so easy to conceal, and they don’t set off security alarms. ‘Wuthering Heights’ looks like something that I really, really don’t have any interest in. You mean things that I greatly dislike that others cannot believe I don’t like? Joni Mitchell. See ya too. ** Steve, No. At raves I wander around viewing and listening and absorbing. Try not to stress too much about the doctor thing, but, yeah, hard not to, I can imagine. Kyle Edward Ball actually made another film that’s actually going to get released? Wow, that’s encouraging. Very curious. ** DonW, Yes, Las Vegas must be the Fort Knox of swizzle sticks. Wow. Do you remember that when you were putting together that Dennis Cooper CD I asked Malkmus if he would donate Pavement’s “gay” song ‘Cherry Area’, and he said, ‘Sure’, but then Matador wanted a bunch of money to use it, and that was that. Sad. Taketh care, Sire. ** Okay. I decided to give you some Aktionist action today. See you tomorrow.



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Just because you said Wuthering Heights
Listening now to the new Charli album soundtrack of it which is very good <3 but have to separate it from the film because I won't ever watch it. I saw the trailer when I went to see the Jarmusch film and could not take it seriously at all not even a little bit I would not go even if was paid
What I want to do however ASAP is to watch the Wuthering Heights film by Rivette haha That is very interesting
Charli album is great though!!
Hi from Chania
Have to admire those Aktionists who really did mean it. Am reading the Nicolas Ballet book on irony-free Industrial music right now and I feel fondly in a very similar way.
The Aktionists are not for me. Never have been. I wouldn’t even call it a blind spot. Call my reaction to their work square, but confronted with it I can’t get past a head-shaking “why…?”
Soledad Miranda is the James Dean of 70s Euro erotica. She was Jess Franco’s muse in those pseudo-Sadean flicks he made in the 70s. She died in a car crash at 27 & turned cult film icon instantly. Part of it is surely her striking beauty, but she was also quite the magnetic screen presence in those films, “Vampyros Lesbos” probably being the stand-out.
How I succeeded at French toast: I used four thick slices of pretty stale bread (spelt to be exact). For the batter I mixed two eggs with about a third of a cup of milk, some vanilla, cinnamon & a pinch of salt. Dipped each side of the bread in the mix for 5 seconds or so, then pan-fried in butter over medium heat. Turned out great.
Oh my blog cracked 4000 visitors the other day, which to me is a lot so I’m thrilled. And I always notice some traffic via DC’s, so thanks man!
@ Carsten, I used to have a major Soledad Miranda thing going on. Back in the 90s I was transfixed by Vampiros Lesbos and I dearly loved its soundtrack. As a teenage art student in Leeds, I created this painting as a tribute.
Wow, very cool! Thanks for sharing. What material did you use? And yeah, VL’s soundtrack is very groovy.
Soledad was one of my great teenage lusts. Pam Grier was the other. No so-called A-lister even came close to casting that kind of spell.
A24 produced Ball’s new film, so it’ll probably be much slicker then SKINAMARINK. It’s about a group of people trapped in a small town during a snowstorm.
Paul Vecchiali’s 1978 short MALADIE, a stark film about his father’s years of serious illness, became available with English subtitles for the first time last week. I’ve posted a copy on the Internet Archive: https://archive.org/details/maladie-paul-vecchiali-1978-eng-subs
Have you heard anything further about the Ukrainian woman?
Any plans for the weekend? On Sunday, I want to see LOG IN BELGIUM, a Korean film shot during the pandemic, at MOMA.
On one listen, I’m not sure what I think of the Charli XCX album. It’s a bit heavy on melodrama, even if that suits WUTHERING HEIGHTS. But I’ll definitely return to it, and I’m happy she didn’t make BRAT 2.
Thank you for sharing the Vecchiali short. I love his films Corps a coeur, Femmes femmes and Rosa la rose ❤️🔥
Also I have to add The Strangler and La machine both so great. I was always curious about his TV film À titre posthume but seems to be very rare
Thanks! My Letterboxd account shows that I’ve seen A TITRE POSTHUME, so it must be available somewhere online, but I can’t recall where.
Hey Dennis,
Back home after being out with some friends as one of them is back from Glasgow for the weekend. Feel so alert despite it being 11pm, so perhaps I should have stayed out, but everyone was heading…
I need to go through more of Power’s discography, but Moon Pix is one of those albums that I’ll put on in autumn and early winter as a walking soundtrack. There’s this one area in particular that I associate with it for some reason; across the river from where you would have been (that one Theatre across from Pres), though you cant see the river from there. It goes through the skatepark where people would either be shooting up or be 16 years old drinking with 26 year olds, and passes by a satellite campus of UCC. It’s a part of the “otter trail” where you can tend to see otters swimming.
Luckily I’m already connected with the Mental Health Services in Ireland, though it’s not the speediest and I’m sure I can’t ask for a faggy therapist as they’d just think I’d be trying to fuck them. I think I have the income at the moment to spend on a therapist once every week or so, but like I said I don’t know how many gay therapists specialize in what I’d need are here, and I don’t think I could deal with online calls.
I’m excited for the Charli Wuthering Heights tie-in album, as I’ve been an avid fan since 2017 and I love her debut album True Romance, which this seems to be sonically related to. Though I don’t feel excited for the film; I’ve heard people say if you like Baz Lurhmann’s Romeo + Juliet or Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette you’ll enjoy it, and I really do love the latter. But I just don’t think Emerald Fennell has the ability to create an aesthetic focused movie that still has depth or emotion.
oi Dennis!
ugh hideous day today, i can’t tell you. just here to say Entertainment def deserves a pogo, I Found That Essence Rare is such a fav and i’m p relieved Schwarzkogler apparently didn’t gore his dick to death, i’d heard that’s how he went and like, you do you, but eh. not that things worked out for him regardless, what would have Jung even said, tho i’m sort of more interested in what Heinz Cibulka must have felt. anyway, reckon we all live for smth until we don’t, and if his sort of stfu ritual stuff did it for him for a while, then that’s something. he def didn’t do it for nothing.
goodnight! <3
Hey! Wow, I actually have a Schwarzcogler postcard that I got from the Tate as a kid and is still stuck to my bedroom wall to this day. I didn’t know who he was then.
I’m very interested in castration, whatever that means. It plays a central role in a lot of things I’ve written. Albeit, I doubt I would be if I wasn’t chemically sterilized by estrogen, but I am interested in the pretentious sounding question ‘What does it mean to be castrated?’ Which sounds like when academics gratuitously add naughty words into places you don’t expect them to be. But seriously, there’s a long and very interesting history of castration which I hope to contribute to. I am become castration, the destroyer of balls.
I had some lectures on actionism last year by this professor who was very big on Austrian art and writing. He was whatever the Austrian version of a Francophile is, and the only great professor I ever had. I got introduced to Ingeborg Bachmann’s poetry through that class, and coincidentally, I am actually reading ‘Malina’ at the moment. It’s not something I even know how to talk about, but it’s pretty incredible. I’m interested in seeing the Werner Schroeter adaptation, though I have no idea how this book could be adapted.
I made this pervert valentines playlist, compiling not breakup songs at all but anthems of perv love, stalker love, psychotic love, pathetic love, self love, and just plain lust. Available via this (unfortunately) Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5p74PHlQtRvn8nRyMPkODK?si=POMoF3LZQa-G9vvY6F4o2Q&pi=ceVeYFoZRs2X8
omg HaRpER! i save your Valentine’s playlist, so many bangers. VD playlist lol. ty <3 also btw i’ve got Malina making its way theough the v slow post system atm, high hopes it’ll go hard. happy belated cherub day!
*saved wtf ‘i save yr playlist and how to say i i start this when i – very lonely’ 💘
I remember the last Schwarzkogler day/think I wrote an essay about his work when we were studying Richter in class! Will forward the email to you re: PhD; want to keep a modicum of untraceability online (although I’m sure anybody paying attention [thankfully nobody is {or so I think}] could easily figure my whole deal out). Getting ready for my friend’s birthday, and the dress code is to wear something I haven’t worn, except I don’t have enough clothes to not have worn something, so I’ll have to figure it out. My wonderful roommate’s birthday tomorrow, but also the lunch with the guy that will probably be nothing, but maybe it will. Sending hugs.
Hi Dennis.
Funny, I read “Jerk” last month and found it funny when Wayne calls Joni Mitchell “faggot shit.” – I had a friend who was born deaf, and the first song she heard was “Big Yellow Taxi” after some surgery, she had some other disease that was only found in Iraq war casualties, too. All this before the age of 6. – Btw, there’s a list on Rate Your Music that someone made compiling every musical reference in your work: https://rateyourmusic.com/list/MarilynRoxie/musical-references-in-dennis-coopers-books/1/
(This might have been commented here before, though)
Speaking of music, I actually found out who Rudolf Schwarzkogler was because Michael Gira used his artwork a lot for playlists and things like that. He has some odd tastes, though, and I wish he would reprint “The Consumer” in its original form someday.
See ya soon!
hi dennis!
oh my…these images are really stunning. the trickle of blood down his penis reminds me of artaud a little bit lol
ugh…i fear i love rattan. i love like…tacky 70s-y faux-jungle shit. in my dream life i live inside a rainforest cafe hahaha
hmm…open mouthed crying is less haunting and more hilarious/stupid-looking. but sometimes you gotta sink to your knees and wail with your hands outstretched when art or life or the world compels you. idk…do you ever get full-body reactions to stuff? or am i just in dire need of a lobotomy lololololol
Im so very confused by my brain right now,
the comment below I swear was a comment I sent two days ag, but I sent it a bit late, and you had already read the comments.s..so then decided to resend it the next day?
but then I look back and it doesnt look like I sent it?
Last comment I sent was about swizzle sticks so im confusing myself
ok let me know if I already sent this comment below
im having a twilight zone moemento
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Hey friend. I just finished watching Pixote, I made that shot where Pixote hugs against Lilica near the beach as she sings my new instagram profile, havent changed it since I made my pfp Pinocchio 964, inspired by the day you had mentioned it on your blog. Wow.
Do u know the song petite by Xiu Xiu? its agood one, ive been thinking of it lately considering what its about and recent news.
Oh haha, I noticed you saw the meme I sent u on insta. I try not to send things since your very busy but I swear it was so spot on for a french avant garde film breakup.
I started Flunker and aim to finish it since it seems breezy + I have so many very elaborate books to ge through. I told you my friend gave me two Jean Genet books+ I got all these library books. Th
Oh I got all my dreads/locs in so I am cool looking.
Oh on that crush I suppose I can be a little newsy as you said last week, althought I wont say too much until it is 100%
I will say, that their is something they said to me that may possibly definatly confirm they definitly like me too.
Im finishing up this art for an exhibit submission. Would you liek to see when im done?
Oh btw on the topic of Flunker I feel so embarassed of the first story narrator, oh gosh, it sounds just like me at times haha, or at least when I was that age.
apologies if I already sent this comment above ^^^
sidenote :comment from today
this guy’s photography is great!