Sunday, August 28, 2022

How I delineate the difference between "Art" and Porn-pop culture. Porn-pop culture is the purview of the terrorist "gang stalking" goons. This is no negative reference to Andy Warhol's Trash as his trashy porno-driven film and the likes of art such as people like he have rendered contain the seeds and the foundation of artful rendition and introspective, often poetic in nature observations about life and society/animals, our universe. As for the rest, it relies on titillation and pornographic versions of sensationalism to "sell" the plot devices which are repetitive formulas. Sometimes the end-point of porn-pop culture art is of a spectacular epiphanic revelation, but that too is sometimes a formula, often replacing one icon with another but selling the same old formulas that keep society stagnant in one hierarchical entrenched stratification--in this case, it's a 4th Reich attempt to mind control and program the population into thinking something sexualized and "different" is anything but the same-old representational mind programming patterns of fascist authoritarianism.

 "Jacque Dutronc Il est 5 heures, Paris s'eveille". comandantecaliout. October 2, 2012.



I heard this song "by accident" or serendipity aka "chance"--brushing aside former antagonism, I can support music I consider to be beautiful or interesting. I have no bias against this culture if only it were not a gang stalking/terrorist post-Vichy culture. I enjoyed this song nevertheless especially in light that I thought the music was exceptional when I could not understand the lyrics, but reading the translation into English, I appreciate it even more as it's unconventionally a bit party people-esque--after-hours and not really into the humdrum obligation of the daily beast of the daily grind...perhaps that is the problem with the gang stalking terrorist, they are ruined by obligation and have pent-up hate and release it upon a designated target. Brushing this aside aside, I felt an affinity for this singer, his performance and then I feel I must state that:

I have No bias against beautiful music and interesting lyrics regardless of culture--this is ode to what would be an exception to the normal standard---. This song is about a lifestyle choice I would have lived myself if given the chance in that environment--there are references to transgender and after-hours parties (although I am "straight" I prefer the company of alternative mentalities), a life style choice I have chosen personally if I were in a place like Paris, or anywhere else on the planet--and this was a lifestyle choice which was my most fulfilling but financially bereft (as i HAVE done in the past--oh those long-ago daze of partying all night and returning home at dawn's entrance into avoiding working people, miserable, going to work so I can go "home" and sleep).

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This song, the lyrics, are a poem. It is expressed very beautifully, this sensation of the sun's shadow appearing as you are leaving the nightlife kaleidoscope of prismed spectacles. There is nothing sleazy and no direct references to sex or getting high. But you feel the morning glaring light unwelcomed after the soft lights of what could be construed as a night of debauchery but clean and fun without overt sleaze as the prime focus of the artistic rendering of this sensation. This I find appealing.

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**Hacking terrorism: while I was attempting to write this tiny little blurb about this artist, the hackers made pages pop up completely taking over the page. I had to backspace and retype almost continuously. Just for a tiny little few sentences and paragraphs. It never ends....no matter what, this terrorism. I think the people performing these rites of fascism are the types that may party all night, but are sleazy and nasty and foul in their actions and thoughts regarding their debauchery. I can attest that their rape culture is a part of that filth that they project onto the planet, but appear as clean and sometimes as "artists" as well. Their prime selling point of their so-called "art" is of outrageous sexuality, almost carnivorous in nature but with dashes of sleaze and dehumanization (in their best prime time appearances, in private they are full-on trashy abusers and hateful pornographic loveless empty and soulless-no poetry you will find in their every observance and conversation).

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The film Trash (Warhol) begins with a strip tease scene on a stage with this junkie trying to turn on to get it on---using that 70's hipster language. It's debauchery but it's done in a way that is not intended to make the audience forget that there is something else going on in the film besides sexual titillation. It's used as a prop for a more interesting or serious topic, not as the prime focus of the entertainment sales focus: but I can't find the clip online on YouTube it's at the opening scene. The movie is fully about junkie culture of the Manhatten 70's culture, something very much like the artist's warning-- definitively-- against more specifically heroin drug overdose culture and etc. It's not a trashy movie, instead it's a moral warning cautionary tale. Other movies exalt drug culture such as cocaine cartels and organized crime selling sexualized scenes to entice viewers into succumbing to this "forbidden" culture and drug sales (perhaps the intended goal is to sell drugs for the coke-for-drugs cartels, for example by the Government). As for heroin, I think that was put out into society to lure users to their death--and the "end" of the hippie movement. THe movie has a lot going on. It's hard to watch, not titillating. It's not a blockbuster movie that H-wood would condone.
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"Trash 1970 Andy Warhol. joe dellasandro". lifesimone. December 27, 2008.



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Just for the "fun" of it, on these issues of what is and what isn't according to the gospel of myself for artistic rendering: the concept of beauty is something truly not in the eye of the beholder when you have been teleported to the supposedly icons of sleazy sexual titillation considered top quality but trashed down when you have to be confronted by their ego grandizing in teleportation hell they force upon me. 

Without going into more detail, I just have to say that Divine shattered female conceptions of "beauty" and was proud of her/his cheap but divine attire, stance and the allure she/he alluded in his/her every move and appearance in his female personification.

He/she offered a standard of self-acceptance that defies the fascist obligation of the thin/boy/toy female pedophile imagery that permeates the "must be x-y-x" dictates of the parameters of the fashion prisons that many people willingly purchase as their own private prisons of selfhood. It goes also with this rendering of "trashy" sexuality but it's a very profound message, as opposed to this obligatory standard that cannot be met by many (not meaning I "can't" achieve it personally) but Divine is one of the most female-empowering coaches of the film industry.  It's another version of art that I consider far beyond the normal fashion industry of zombie fascists who are endlessly touted as being the epitome of artistic fascist fashion to which all must be imprisoned to and those who do not meet the standards are just negligible--according to the fascist Nazis who create these standards. The standards also apply to those of "minority" groups who must conform to the orientation of the dictates of how they must conform and adjust, lighten, whiten, uncurl, un-afro, blue-eye contact lenses, etc etc. It's probably one of the largest sales profit scam scheme in our modern society, what is sold off as "beauty". This applies in the same light of artistic perception that I wrote of above, and the standards that are expectations that "must" be met in order to achieve mass consumer sales (orchestrated as they are for social engineering).
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"Divine--I'm So Beautiful (1984)". September 11, 2012.







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