Riding on the Swells of Change
“America has freedom of speech because all words are considered equally vapid. Only images count—the censors love snaps of death & mutilation but recoil in horror at the sight of a child masturbating—apparently they experience this as an invasion of their existential validity, their identification with the Empire & its subtlest gestures.
No doubt even the most poetic porn would never revive the faceless corpse to dance & sing (like the Chinese Chaos- bird)—but…imagine a script for a three-minute film set on a mythical isle of runaway children who inhabit ruins of old castles or build totem-huts & junk-assemblage nests—mixture of animation, special-effects, compugraphix & color tape— edited tight as a fastfood commercial…
…but weird & naked, feathers & bones, tents sewn with crystal, black dogs, pigeon-blood—flashes of amber limbs tangled in sheets—faces in starry masks kissing soft creases of skin—androgynous pirates, castaway faces of columbines sleeping on thigh-white flowers—nasty hilarious piss jokes, pet lizards lapping spilt milk—nude break- dancing—victorian bathtub with rubber ducks & pink boners— Alice on ganja…
…atonal punk reggae scored for gamelan, synthesizer, saxophones & drums—electric boogie lyrics sung by aetherial children’s choir—ontological anarchist lyrics, cross between Hafez & Pancho Villa, Li Po & Bakunin, Kabir & Tzara- -call it ‘CHAOS—the Rock Video!’”
— Hakim Bey, Temporary Autonomous Zone
