THE CRITIQUE OF THE RETURNMood: (none)
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< Wellcome to 3009
The purpose of the project is to collect, in the year 2009, exactly 1000 works in the form of texts, photographs, audio and video material, whose reference point is the year 3009. The collection, once completed, will be stored on a hard disk and deposited in a safe place. Passed on from generation to generation, the collection will be put on public display on the 1st of January 3009. However, 100 of the 1000 works, texts and photographs, will be published as an album at the end of 2009 in a limited edition of 1000 copies. In a thousand years’ time, our world, our lives and the year 2009 will hardly have any historical significance. The “legacy” we will leave behind for future generations, however, will ring on in an echo and, in a sense, guarantee us all a little bit of immortality.
For more information, visit http://www.year3009.com/..a>
Luis Buñuel
andre breton surrealist
DLf TV
G.James Wyrick
Exilentia Exiff
John John Jesse
Negoist New art
Film Independent
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Dec 22 2009 10:31 AM
Dec 21 2009 8:55 PM
Erik Kirton
Dec 20 2009 2:20 AM
Dec 8 2009 2:13 PM
thanks a lot for your friendship,
you're welcome anytime,
love Hardy
Dec 1 2009 8:33 PM
The Hum of Blood~ ((Vacuum Vein))
She said
She said
"We can just disappear"
like the Hindenburg
screaming out in that golden year...
"Disappear"
like Amelia and the Cherokee-
The Mystic Four
or
The Bali tiger and the Lindbergh baby.
Maybe...
we can resurface- new, born into air
like the vice of a sacrifice penance
when you erect a cemetery from your flesh.
Tulataran!
Tulataran!
Turn to stations of wet anatomy
with these pitiful hands
to corrupt love and life and breed monsters endlessly
from your christmas blood and the buzz of slummin' visions.
At first we're benign-
but in time,
we resign to that climb inside a raging stare...
To resemble something close to human.
Unknown.
New and born into the air.
Image:sarah scott copyright 2009
Nov 21 2009 12:29 AM
-Alone With Everybody-
the flesh covers the bone

and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
~Bukowski
I so hope that you have a fulfilling weekend
Nov 21 2009 12:27 AM
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Nov 18 2009 7:15 AM
Nov 15 2009 9:10 PM
"...Night sows her dark wispy shadows
of sorrows unknown

within our beautiful and beloved garden grove
and November will harvest only ghosts
from our once devoted and noble home.
Twilight will atone to
the lonely and the alone:
Thine hearts now but a haunted sect,
and vows are sweetly bound in utter neglect.
And as the dance of light slowly fades,
hoarfrost awaits to covet what remains:
the sentry of enduring ardor
and the alchemies of desolate shame."
- from "Requiem of Twilight"
words/image by G.James Wyrick
Sep 26 2009 7:53 AM
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Sep 19 2009 2:53 PM
"On the way down, the broken will bend.
This one thing
only takes a second and forever...
Spilling out your love as a means to an end." - gjw
Aug 23 2009 12:08 AM
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Aug 8 2009 1:47 PM
yaptıklarının hastasıyım.adada sergilemek isterim.nerelerdesin sen.
öperim.
Aug 6 2009 10:32 PM
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Jun 25 2009 12:50 AM
* Twilight Requiem *
Night draws herself up tightly-
in a voracious slithering frenzy
Sister Twilight stares back wearily-
Silent and lovely
as she begins unhinging
this wanton skin to veil such a radiant atrocity
and disinter the pain trophies of lingering memory
Night sows her dark, wispy shadows of sorrows unknown
within our beautiful and beloved garden grove
And November will harvest only ghosts
from our once devoted and noble home
Twilight will atone
to the lonely and the alone:
Thine hearts now but a haunted sect
and vows sweetly bound in utter neglect.
And as the dance of light slowly fades,
hoarfrost awaits
to covet what remains:
The sentry of enduring ardor
and the alchemies of desolate shame.
words: g.j.wyrick 2009
image: Sarah Scott 2008
May 5 2009 11:37 AM