London Dada Work 575; The Astral Possibility of Life in the Mind of Someone Dead

Astral possibility of life
The Astral Possibility of Life in the Mind of Someone Dead ( after DH )

( Empty shop window glass pane holding no reflection of the observer c/w headless mannequin, Canterbury Kent. )
Michael St.Mark 2010

 

Q. ” How will I know if I’m dead”?
A. ” You look in a mirror.. and there’s no reflection.”

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( After Damien Hirst. Click on the image to enlarge )


The Physical Impossibility of Death in the mind of Someone living.
Damien Hirst, 1991

LONDON DADA work 574; The Politician’s Word

The con mens' game.
The Politician’s Word
c. Michael St.Mark 2012

 

In a world of many different shades of gray
do we believe what we see – or in what they say?

Do we believe what they say – or in what they do?

 

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Related previous post; “Primary Contrary” – the conning of the consumer

London Dada work 573; A Rubbish Christmas

This langishing, pointless nether time
betwixt Christmas and New Year

Like that forgotten little stretch of skin
between genitals and rear

Anon.

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A Rubbish Christmas

c. Michael St. Mark 2012

Social commentary Work on the uber materialistic, wasteful residue of the festive season along with the now almost complete divorce from its traditional Christian association. The image, depicting business suit and cashpoint exiting stage left, leaves the rubbish collection in its uncaring wake. Landfill sites across the nation get an extra big small fir tree and present / food packaging dump, post Boxing Day.
The sewers, needless to say, are taking a hammering from oil tanker volumes of human discharge after millions of marathon alcohol quaffing and dead bird & animal-devouring sessions.
The title hints at the miserable (rubbish) time endured by many single and elderly socially isolated people from Dec 24th through to New Year, when taking to bed for the week may well appear the prefered option.

The Dada refrain ” What is becoming of us?” rears up once again.