Ontological Puppet Show: The Toy Becomes A Weapon

So happy to announce my show at HERE Theater in New York.
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A seething experimental landscape of bizarre possibility, this anarchist nihilist philosophy puppet show has toured Europe and the Americas, from Oslo to Buenos Aires, from gutters to galleries, morphing slowly like the singing of a whale. Death stalks the garden and unmasked beings belch forth inverted offspring as God devours the sun.

A Dream Music Puppetry Work-in-Progress Presentation
Credits: By Kalan Sherrard / enormousface
Musical collaborators: Jacob Cohen, Le Le, Tamio Shiraishi
Image by Zachary Maxwell Stertz
Oct 26-28, Thu-Sat @ 7pm, Saturday @ 10:30pm*, Tickets $15
This show contains adult content and may not be appropriate for children.
*Please note that the 10:30pm performance is not suitable for patrons under 18 years of age.
More Information HERE
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If Puppets, being gateways between human beings and objects, as tiny portals out of an anthropocentric worldview that upend traditional binaries of: Animate::Inanimate|Living::Dead|Real::Fake….If death marionetted garbage becomes graffiti in time, as the blur between kinetic installation and performance dance, so a species of wise juvenelia with animistic taste buds….If A puppet show is a liminal genre loosed from the fetters of understanding, an melting jazz that tends to free-associate with a radical politic by obviating the mechanisms of control….or the puppet and the puppeteer form a rhizome. [**ibid Deleuze]

Pillars:
1.Weaponize: as toys become tools, tools weapons, and weapons back to toys, look for the claws and teeth in every happy syllogism.
2.Defacialize: to disrupt of the hierarchic primacy of the Upper Organs, to privilege other bodies and anonymize the ego.
3.Non-Goal-Orientation: if the irrevevance of intention begets the erosion of post-cosmic meta-narratives, so to seek without purpose.
4.Abjection: that cast-off trash has the root of reincarnate possibility, to deeply compost value through the sphincters of a suicidal economy, phoenix as suicide bomber, against “re-cycling”, against sustainability, against esoteric materialism, against being against.

Because this is what we would want to see in the world, [in the sad being in the sad world]. The linguistics of shape. Olfactory Puissance. A glitch in the fabric of positivist Kapital. Weirded anti-structure to destabilize frameworked models of meaning. Uncanny Gendered Hex. Triangular Semiotics spinning in free play to distrupt the litanized Why. The bitter hope that deep in an Aesthetic Other there would breed an Other Other. A Chance Opening. Rupture. Eclipse. Thermodynamics Inside Out. Misunderstanding Anatomy to break the Old Way. Dust to the neon Amerikan Unimagination Nightmare. If the words we chose begin to eat the families we chose. Never and Forever locked in sexual embrace.

If a portal opens underground. Expect not to be decieved, bring a large interpretative pallette and strange gifts.

“Anterior Dasein” EuroTour!

Anterior Dasein Tour FLier

To Whom It May Con Cern: I am currently on tour in Europe [Especially of Squats]! Edinburgh, London, Bristol, Amsterdam, Brussels, Charleville-Mezieres, Paris, Berlin, Geneva, Zurich, Luxembourg, Athens, Venice, Rome, Budapest, Prague, Vienna, [Hamburg, Dresden, Oslo, Stockholm?!] and Copenhagen are all on the roster (although some might get snipped) – so please connect me to Squats, DIY spaces, weirdo galleries, and wild-eyes radicals in all of those places at least!

Thursday Sept 8, 8pm: Astarotheatro in Amsterdam, Sint Jansstraat 37, 1012 HG Amsterdam, ADM Friday Septelber 8th, and Joe’s Garage Monday the 11th at 8pm as part of a Freedom of Movement benefit for Refugees! Wow Amsterdam!

Prints and Patches of the above flier should soon be available, please contact me for that.

Also finally loaded up a Patreon Page if anybody wants to unload onto this Sugar-Baby or contextualize other acts of monetary solidarity (paypal/venmo works too!)

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Nobody Fall In The Hole


Featuring Kalan Sherrard on puppetry, vocals, and balloons
Jacob Cohen playing the Cello
Max Cohen banging on a huge metallic gate
Mág Ne Tá holding the eternal flame
filmed by Jenna Kline
special thanks to Adriana Varella

performed July 15th at Fort Tilden in the Gateway National Recreational Area in Queens, NY as part of the Secret Garden performance project organized by anarkoartlab + wild embeddings .

I’m a pretty anxious and anti-confident musician although I have been singing more lately, and I was pretty happy to hear this thing we did at fort tilden recorded. If you’re impatient just skip to 1:30 and listen a minute and change… we could turn this into a hit single maybe? I think sometimes my voice sounds like a kinda borderline mockery pastiche accent, which I’m not happy about and wasnt my intention, so sorry about that, but i think there’s good parts!

Part of the context is that we were all hanging out by this weird vault/cave down there at midnight and sort of established the groundrule that we could have a good time but probably shouldn’t go into the gaping voidlike maw yawning open cavernously behind us, or the janky sewer opening below us. Next time we’re going in though. Part II: In The Hole.

NYC Anarchist Bookfair Poster

0ABF 3frameHere is the poster I made for the 2017 NY Anarchist Bookfair. Feel free to print them out and plaster them everywhere, send them around etc. I’ll be performing at the Art Festival and doing some workshops at the Book Fair. God, thick times though! Just back from Bard, D.C. and Baltimore, performing at the Anarchist Bookfair Fundraiser this Friday 4-28 at MayDay Space with Pinc Louds, Mankind, and Witch Slap. To get these updates in a more timely fashion, join my mailing list! (IG and TW do ok too)

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It is with great pride and delight that I write to announce the release of the first market-ready edition of my new burgeoning work-on-paper: The Morphology of XOS: A Utopic Vision of Hell with Anarchist Dialectics and Hentai Tentacle Geography, which has be described [PDF] as a kind of hybrid between the Necronomicon and the Codex Serifianus. It’s now in it’s 0.4th edition, with color plates, the central codex, poster, trading cards, some textual addenda, and a demonic colonist sticker, starting at $20+ (more for extras).
 
The Morphology is a taxonomic encounter with a Demonic Planet birthed from the Toothed Yoni of Futuristic Transgender Anarchist Superher@ Jethr@ Rube, a speculative vision of extreme psychogeographic alterity dangling between the genres of Graphic Novel, Codex, Encyclopedia, Tijuana Bible, Chapbook, and Zine.
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I have been at work on the morphology for over five years now, and intend it as en emergent object that will keep growing over the years, something that draws together a number of threads of other projects.  Elements dip in and out of reproduction, theoretical implosion, and reanalysis, and Previous Editions 0.1, 0.2 and 0.3 can also be updated with the most current addenda.
Extras Include:
-Jethro Rube: Anarchist Superher@
-Asemic Novela
-Fauna Prints (Rhizome Herd etc)
-Dimebags from the Void
-An Actual Planet (in the works)
For purchase, bartering, or otherwise obtaining a copy of the Morphology, please write me via electronic or paper mail, and we can figure out the details. I accept most forms of exchange. For more information please see the new Liminal Merch section of my website.

Radical Politics Mixtape

Here’s something I’ve been working on my whole life. Hope it can finally be useful. Applications may include street protests, black blocks, and general motivational boom-boxing.

In any case you’ll find here a brimmingly curated array of musical Resistance focusing especially on Anarchist Analysis, Black Power, Riot Grrrl Feminism, LGBTQ Liberation, Prison/Police Abolition, Anti-Capitalism & Anti-Fascism, Indigenous Rights, Ecology, and (forgotten) Radical History. Heavy on Punk, Hip Hop and old-time Americana. Very open to suggestions. Please email feedback! I’ve been trying to write for 3 months. More soon I hope.

Portal Into The Void

 An infectious anomaly. Doing as Being. Going All The Way In. A thorn in the flanks of ghandian discursivity: “be-the-change-you-want-to-seem” or nihilist anarchism as an integral Now leering darkly at the ingrown hair of meaningfully logocentered Facts… the eternally returning realization that we have been on the losing team for centuries and the only way forward is Down. Effusive Dogmatic Lowing. Brandishing filth as a charm against the precarity of violent half-truths, entering into the language of objects’ silent speech. ripping open fields of cloaca in reality/physics politics/ontology. rupture into doom bringing. visionary glow to how the past could have been. Nightmare Philosophy of Impossible Deaths: As/If/Of/With.

By hook and crook – the details of which, though blurry and opaque, i am happy to detail to those who wish to hear them – i have departed from the Brooklyn thrift store i was in for seven months, and both in absence of desire and in lieu of a slurry of emotional maelstroms, i took the (albeit somewhat forced but also invited) decision to build a new cart and live largely with it for a few weeks in the street, doing little micro residencies along the way. the new cart is much more productive and much less of a finished work than the last, it is a thing-in-motion, growing shrinking as changing along the way at the mercy of a meteorological god that can’t seem to make up its mind whether to storm or burn, leaving a wake of sopping, splintering detritus.

This is by some measure the fourth it-eration of shopping-cart related installation objects (the first being the nomad rhizome project, the second building a world, and the third the performance cart) and many of the themes remain the same: nihilist wizards hacking at thermodynamic social reality, the idiot hero, Sisyphus, homelessness, pile art, garbage against the found, etc. It is also of course a redaction and forced “bringing” of the theory of garbage installation-Manifesto Against Recycling and Found Objects to the street, for which i do have text theory printouts, but am enacting in as a more present, active, physical life-way. After the first week, there is still comparatively little footage of the project, but i have embedded what little i have been able to dig up here. More To Come Soon. Ive to Hit The Streets.

“This is Ontology, not Politics” || “Let’s Make Some Openings” || “Against Reality::Society”

ABOUT THE URINE: As many of you know, when my old squat Koala Haus in New Orleans declared independence from the United States of America back in 2010, one of the first necessities was some semblance of a liquid economy for exchange and trade interactions with the outside world. Shortly had the quandary arisen, than Eymeric declared me the Koala Haus Dairy, that my own liquid excretions would be used thereafter as currency for our new micronation (which, hither-towards without plumbing, had already accumulated no small amount of latrinic bottles). In the intervening years, the original premises have been bulldozed along with all our monetary reserves, but on not a few occasions I have spearheaded revivals of an economy in exile (at least one of which moments in Argentina came to an abrupt halt with several caustic explosions of ammonia and shattering glass – word to the wise: do not store your pee in glass), but few as comprehensive as the recent 75 plus litre accumulation, which rivals if not exceeds my own body weight. All of this is to say, that for most of yesterday I was pulling around a cart filled with different sized bottles of my Juice, attempting to sell it to passers by as an indictment of the money system. I did not make too many sales. But we do have several hours of video of my pitches.

Lost Abjects: Theory of Garbage

***UPDATE: Lost Abjects will be holding a Closing Ceremony and Event Monday September 12th at 1339 Dekalb in Brooklyn from 7pm, Performances starting at 8pm. Everything Is For Sale!***

My Installation-Manifesto Against Recycling and Found Objects is up in Brooklyn at GG Nix Space for a little while longer – A Liminal Art Show up in a Liminal Space for a Liminal Time! Was so happy to finally do another physical thing after some time without…I always grow and learn so much. So here’s a few pictures, a video, and the text portion. Should be appending a permanent page of documentation to the main site when I can. Email me about prices etc if you’re interested in any of the work! Here is the PDF of the Text Portion: Lost Abjects Press Release PDF. Images and video below:

 

Lost Abjects Text

I’d love whatever feedbacks! Hope to be updating this blog much more frequently. Merch Page Soon. Let me know if you want to be on my mailing list!

A Stitch In Time Saves NOTHING

Hello Again, Gender Friends! I grow weary of my blog-less-ness. Without it I feel like the victim of a corporate Laryngectomy. So I carved out a loophole in timespace. We’ll see if this is just a temporary solution, but until I resolve it, you can access the old blog here at the Way Back Machine!!! [unfortunately it seems many of the images are unarchived, so I will try to replace them eventually.] and I will continue regular updates here. Perhaps at some point these two countries will rejoin one another. In any case, nearly two years of activity has now gone unaddressed on official media. So let’s rectify that:

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Following the wild series of arrests at Art Basel, we started work on a strange little project called the Underwater Opera which toured up and down the eastern seaboard and finally landed back in Miami (photos forthcoming?) Afterwards, I went on another tour of the Dominican Republic and Puerto Rico, where NINGUN SOLICITAR was founded and we also became interested in the LaRhaata Cult. Maybe the timing of this is all schized and slimed. In any case, after an explosive spring in NYC, I left to tour Europe, hitchhiking through squats and residencies from Bergen to Prague to Saas Fe, then up to Edinburgh’s Fair and down to Zaragoza. It was wonderful. After some confusion, a few half-abortive tours, and a new NINGUN SOLICITAR by-the-minute hotel in Miami whose franchise blossomed big, I bounced from coast to coast and ended up back in New York, where last week I narrowly escaped another European adventure, much to my chagrin. Although Debris Bouquet is sadly defunct, one of our new groups, ƏË, has been playing inside and outside, the Nihilist Newscasters are about to kick back into high gear, and the Nomad Rhizome Residency Program is still going strong, hosting workers and thinkers from Cologne, L.A./China, Puerto Rico, and Georgia, to name a few. I decided a few months ago to dress up as Donald Trump and get beat up for rent money as a kind of community service, and it ballooned into something wild on the news in 12 countries. This week, I am rebuilding the Performance Cart 3.0, doing some strange pushes, and Other Things.

Dozens of Projects that have been nothing but shadowy mindgames for a long time are finally coming to fruition: Giant Tetris, a Miniature Art Show About Horses, the Gum and Fingernail Sculptures, the No Hope Seed Bank…. to name a few! I’m also nearing a completed draft of the tentatively titled “Morphology of Xos” a kind of mix between the necronomicon and the codex seriphianus derived from my old Transgender Anarchist Superher@ in Space in the Future, Jethro Rube‘s orgasmic invagination of a Demonic Planet back in the day. Lots of Boxes, Worlds, Carbon Offsetting Semiotics, etc… If anybody does want to set up a studio visit, please let me know! I think I finally have some pretty cool things going on, physically, formally….
Last but not least, I’m putting together some little grab bags of weird merch and paraphrenalias I’m happy to send out to people who want. Be in touch, and I’ll try to set up a Venmo or something. PS. Destroy the money economy. PPS. I have a Mailing List too! So LMK if you want to be on that!

[Above you may find a potential excerpt outtook from the coming film]