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

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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:


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]