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issue 9. The sun and the moon. High-mids 2010

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2. For sale

3. Sold out

The theme is much the same, as age and time play their games. There are the dulcet, comforting tones

of familiar tunes to turn to. Safe territory with which to forge the new. There are the colors and captivations of art and craft to lean to. There they are. There there.

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It is mostly laid out.

Ink drawing Nicola Higham

OIL IS THE EARTH’S BLOODAnd we are vampire parasites.

OIL IS THE EARTH’S BLOODAnd we love progress

OIL IS THE EARTH’S BLOODAnd we are plastic junkies

OIL IS THE EARTH’S BLOODAnd we go for broke

OIL IS THE EARTH’S BLOODAnd blood is money

OIL IS THE EARTH’S BLOODAnd the earth is bleeding

shark pic NOAA photo library http://www.photolib.noaa.gov/art: Tifani Rubi http://vokitoki.blogspot.com/rep and info: Ironside Art [email protected]

art: Beata Niedhartphoto: Tamas Haragay www.berlin-collective.com

rep and info: Ironside Art [email protected]

art: Beata Niedhartphoto: Tamas Haragay www.berlin-collective.com

rep and info: Ironside Art [email protected]

AGING AGAIN ON THE ACID TRAIN

We will fold the sun into the horizon and with its golden cloudy butter whip a dark batter for the night.

Once the sun’s apricot custard has set we rejoice. We nail stars to our eyes and set the world alight. To accompany us we have appointed a sage. Newly annointed, not yet withered under wisdoms weight, with eyes that shed niether light nor tear. The sage Shiva seeks, strives, guides us through many constellations.

As our make up streaks and our brains tweak we decondition. No rules apply to the unquantifiable soul.We witness projections of light dance on transparent, multidimensional objects suspended in space. We subject our bodies to music, fueled by whisky and the wild. Magicians clutch at cards and jugglers contort for us. Later, by the bonfire we create our own percussion. We piss in the pasture, where under moonlight and sunlight the summer crops strain for the the sky. When the heat starts to make wavery vertical lines in the early morning light we retreat to our forest trenches and plot new coups. We will refuse to witness the fallout in coming days, we choose to remain in the meadows to play in the calm before the acid rain.

There is no paranoia here. We are now more aware.

Photo: Antje Klippstein

Sam Opie

Icebergs NOAA photo library AGAIN http://www.photolib.noaa.gov/

We are the green green grass of home, the rotten red blood of bone, the bluegrass bends, a friendly bunch

corres [email protected] online www.sumoneproductions.com/mouth

Chicken crime lab stills from We Feed The World documentary .. hire it or stream it to learn and to changeContact Geroge Ironside of Ironside Art for more info on her artists... [email protected]

http://www.we-feed-the-world.at/en/film.htm

...Intention.......Dexterity.......Density.......Destiny.......Destination...