Hypnagogic Tapes 003 contains recordings of two performances by Antwerp artist Ludo Mich. Side A of the cassette is a recording of the duet ‘We Are Robots, But We Are In Love’ that Ludo Mich and Jennifer Walshe performed live at the Hunters Moon festival in Ireland in 2012. Side B contains ‘The Bells’, recorded with Antwerp musician W. Ravenveer (Erwin van Looveren) in 2016. In both recordings Ludo can be heard in full swing, as he descends growling, grunting and screaming into regions beyond the grasp of his audience and surfaces again cleansed and pure. On side A of the cassette Ludo and renowned Irish vocalist Jennifer Walshe enter into a duet in which it is impossible to tell whether it is an embrace or a stranglehold. It is a passionate and violent affair, accompanied by Walshe’s accordion, recorder and percussion instruments. Side B is a collaboration with musician W. Ravenveer (Erwin Van Looveren) from Antwerp. Their improvised piece ‘The Bells’ – Quasimodo dissected live, his hump turned inside out and worn as a madcap – was recorded by Frank Vranckx in Antwerp in 2016.
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Edward S. Robinson writes in his introduction to ‘Flesh Film’ for Reality Studio:
“Where the precise origins of the cut-up lie remain the subject of debate in certain circles, although no one would dispute the fact that it was Burroughs who formalized the method, provoking controversy in the literary establishment, and who is the writer with whom the technique will be forever associated. Burroughs himself acknowledged myriad literary precedents, and accredited Brion Gysin with the actual ‘discovery’ of the method, quite by chance, in 1959. Of those involved in the first collection of cut-ups, Minutes to Go (1960) — Burroughs, Gysin, Sinclair Beiles and Gregory Corso — only Burroughs would subsequently pursue cut-ups further. From Burroughs’ central point, however, radiated concentric rings of influence as other authors took his proclamation that ‘cut-ups are for everyone’ as a call to arms against language control and the narrow confines of linear narrative structures.
The European mainland spawned a remarkable second wave of post-Burroughsian cut-up authors to expand upon his principles and took the technique deep into new territories. Jürgen Ploog belongs to this lineage of vigorous, exciting, cut-up practitioners which includes Claude Pélieu, Mary Beach, and Carl Weissner… Read more →
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Tav Falco is best known as the frontman of Tav Falco’s Panther Burns, but his artistic output also covers photography, filmmaking, writing and acting. Falco’s talk on the latest CCC cassette was recorded on 15 September 2018 at René van der Voort’s Any Record in The Hague, where in another part of town a number of Falco’s photographs were being shown at HOK Gallery.
Tav Falco’s artistic vision is the main theme of the cassette’s informal talk with Alfred van der Helm of HOK Gallery. ’To stir up the dark waters of the unconscious’ is my motto, Falco explains, and tracing some of the historical lines of this vision he then touches upon Rimbaud, Baudelaire, Freud’s subconscious, and jazz. Falco stresses the influence that the energy and open-mindedness of the jazz of the 1940s and 1950s had on the Beats, which he describes not so much as a movement or a lifestyle but as a celebration of spirituality. A fireside chat with Orpheus from Memphis.
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Florian Günther was born in East Berlin in 1963. Formally trained as an offset printer, Günther did odd jobs such as gravedigger, construction worker, and pizza delivery boy, before finding his feet as a writer, photographer and publisher. Günther used to be singer in the Eastern German punk band Klick & Aus, co-edited Floppy myriapods, a Berlin based magazine, and has published his own magazine Drecksack – Lesbare Zeitschrift für Literatur from Berlin since 2010. “I was born in 1963 in the East Berlin district of Friedrichshain”, Günther once explained, “and I have lived there since, only a couple of hundreds of yards away from the hospital where I first saw the light of day and opposite the graveyard, where I will end in a shallow grave with the epitaph: it took him a lifetime to cross the street.”
Michael Dressel is also from Friedrichshain, where he was born in 1958. At the age of 23 Dressel tried to escape the German Democratic Republic, but was caught and sentenced to two years in a house of correction in 1981. No sooner had he finished doing time there, than he escaped to the West again, this time successfully. After a brief stay in West Berlin he moved to Los Angeles in 1984, where he has worked as a sound editor for many Hollywood productions since. During all those years Dressel has been active as a painter and a photographer of life on the streets both in the US and Europe.
Moloko Plus brought together Günther’s poetry and Dressel’s photography in ‘Aus der Traum’ in 2017. The book combines 75 of Florian Günther’s poems with 43 street photos by Michael Dressel. This book is as streetwise as it gets. The dream is over. Raw power is laughin’ at you and me.
The first in this new series of Moloko chapbooks contains two autoreportages by Yannis Livadas. ‘Standpoint in Paris’, which was written in 2012 and ‘Dab hand in the clearance’ written in Larache, Morocco, in 2009. Livadas’s prose poems are neither prose nor poetry nor a mix of the two. They are a left-right boxing combination of precision punches. Dedicated to jazz composer and pianist Alexander von Schlippenbach, the pieces resist definition, knock down categorising, and shuffle off on an wild and unforeseen course of their own.
Yannis Livadas is a contemporary Greek poet, born in 1969. He is also an editor; essayist, translator, of more than fifty books of American poetry and prose; an independent scholar with specialization on modernism, beat literature, postmodernism and haiku. He is also a columnist and freelancer contributor to various literary magazines, both in Greece and other countries. His poems and essays have been translated into ten languages. He lives in Paris, France.