I AM TAKING CONTROL

amateurtakescontrol:

Photo by Heider Ismail.

We had one hell of an amazing crowd. Thank you all for coming down to I AM TAKING CONTROL:fin.

April 12, 2010, 2:43am

I Am Taking Control: prelude. An outreach event involving people from all walks of life, expressing themselves through the creation of shapes and lines.

March 22, 2010, 10:36pm

a sneak peek into what I AM TAKING CONTROL:prelude will look like!

March 19, 2010, 1:02am

amateurtakescontrol:

Be there!

March 07, 2010, 3:31pm

February 28, 2010, 12:51am

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

watching shoes and poetry books.

February 05, 2010, 2:57am

the clearing stood as a dogma for a hesitation pinched between the dullness of marmalade stick and convenience ploy. whilst in this conjunction the streets are still weary from tanks trudging about, sloppy calm sits above this blankhead mumbling to a song.

stickler flicks in continuum to arhythmic slurs punctuating dots off sentences plummeting into the evening set.

these are seconds where each year that passed stood as a province flickering in the distance calling for everyone. but a hum by the coast swings consciousness to a different height, whispering in confidence the stories nomads tell children to keep them off the borderlands.

this is the space where millions will pray for a better day. this is also the same space, millions will kill for a better day.

quit patronizing scum.

pocket your beliefs in a wormhole, and set the sails for the meandering opus proposing life as a manufactory hoax.

stickler flicks in continuum to arhythmic slurs punctuating dots off sentences plummeting into the evening set.

this is the space where millions can breathe for a better day. this is also that same space, millions will disappear for better days.

January 24, 2010, 2:41am

fumes breathe each in every humdingers’ balcony

of hollow thoughts, summarizing arbitrary compulsions

swimming in the bosom of clumsy dogmas. i stand as

freakmongers bask in an ideology swamped by unlit

passageways paving makeshift routes for the blind. break

these ears that picked up the vibrations of tears and fears

flickering through the blackout. where is the stance

to be modeled after in the wake of an apparent tease by

the devil who framed everyone in an instance? i’d have

given him a nobel prize for chaos. fire continuous in the din

of mutant hate, and even then, fire does not speak for it. this

stems from a confluence of ignorance and shitbled headfucks

that refuses to see the storm that crashes

in when the lighthouse goes off for the evening. not in His name,

not in any name. not in our name. not in ours. and then,

a civil war? why not, if the devil aims to win,

next year.

January 12, 2010, 1:43am

severed, how uncivilized, this

we, not that shall it not, speak through

all valves you continue to maroon

in timely just becauses. intimidating

storm, bluff called, as every in such ever

heads bob clanking to rhythms set

to the motion of films blanketing

thoughts to sleep. these clues left none

such spaces to conundrum itself into

molotovs to spark arguments for myself

to identify. every corner, is a canvas

i interpreted as sounds left uncarved

for the passing year.

December 06, 2009, 11:31pm

Kseniya Simonova is a Ukrainian artist who just won Ukraine’s version of “America’s Got Talent.” She uses a giant light box, dramatic music, imagination and “sand painting” skills to interpret Germany’s invasion and occupation of Ukraine during WWII.

December 02, 2009, 7:16pm