NEW ISSUE IS OUT, BOYS!

THE END IS NIGH.

TAURUS FESTIVAL 2016

“Dir, Göttin der Liebe, soll mein Lied ertönen, gesungen laut sei jetzt dein Preis von mir! Dein süsser Reiz ist Quelle alles Schönen, und jedes holde Wunder stammt von dir! Wer dich mit Glut in seine Arme geschlossen, was Liebe ist, kennt der, nur der allein! Armsel'ge, die ihr Liebe nie genossen, zieht hin! Zieht in den Berg der Venus ein!”

Richard Wagner (1845)

Citizens of the World, I offer you a great opportunity today. One no man could have enjoyed before this very day. The opportunity of a journey of freedom and joy, of wisdom and war. This gift comes in the shape of a book. A book that houses a mystery that changed my life. Therefore I won't say read, but unveil this journey! It is of course yours to decide if you will behold these words as a sign of providence and good faith and dare to taste the exotic offering that has been placed before you today, or on the contrary, regard this as the vacuous quackery of a charlatan. All men must make their choices and make sure they suit them best. Sir William Thomas Stead will be gently waiting for you on the other side. (also available in iBooks)

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The Origin of Right is Wrong - 2015

Michi Pantera

What is the meaning of life? How can a man become wise? Can anyone become a Pope? What is education? Tony and Juanin are a couple of jobless and junkie, genius poets who dwell the vast police-free zone of University City in Madrid. They try to answer those questions as they prepare and head to a bizarre ritual.

A documentary against the machinery of control.

A poem to individualism. 

“Son los caminos los que nos salvan de las casas; los que existen para que los hombres no se consuman en sus habitáculos perpetuos, en sus hogares definitivos, y para que se den cuenta de que nadie los ha condenado a vivir la vida de las patatas -no tienen por qué nacer, crecer y morir en el mismo sitio, por muy bonito que sea el huerto”. 

Pedro García Olivo - El enigma de la docilidad (2005)

There are too many pictures of everything.

Everything is already captured, expressed, represented.

Thus, photography has lost its meaning.

“Salvaje y confuso es el sonido del mundo. 

Somos como quejicosos niños en el desierto

Y como viejos lloricas.

Viaje conmigo allí donde la riqueza es enorme,

Donde, en el suelo como una col, el roble se acurruca

Y como acederas se yergue el álamo de los pinceles:

Allí habitan formas extraordinarias,

Que mi sueño logró crear como compañeras de juego;

El eco de su llamada es lastimero,

Y sus zancadas excepcionales,

En las nubes los velos hacen de señuelos.

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Suavemente sonríen los ojos cansados”.

Marcus Behmer - 1903 

(Ver Sacrum)