Asbestos Project

Confidence Man.

2011-11-28T15:15:00.000-05:00

The Happy.

2011-11-11T17:27:00.000-05:00

Display

2011-10-24T20:12:00.001-04:00

2011-10-12T09:21:00.001-04:00

the world moves
the world just moves.

india paris.

2011-09-21T12:20:00.007-04:00

A Hanging.

2011-09-07T12:17:00.003-04:00


Courtesy of Library of Congress

As was John Skoog hung to death in 1868 in Indian Creek, Utah so also in this picture of a hanging.

The Light from Heaven

2011-09-07T11:47:00.006-04:00

Indian Creek, Utah 1868 the gravestone of John Skoog army deserter from the ranks of General William Tecumseh Sherman and murderer - who skulkingly like a deaf fox participated in the sacking and destruction of the city of Columbia South Carolina and afterwards fled west into the bosom of Chaos to sew there like apple seeds more foul and contaminating deeds and contribute to the bloodshed of Nation Building and the construction on his own human scale of the transcontinental railroad a most holy and noble endeavor that would one day land Astronauts on the moon and lead to the nuclear annihilation of Hiroshima.

inside.

2011-09-01T08:24:00.001-04:00

und Gott wollte ihm auch die Haende entehmen

fragments.

2011-08-30T17:32:00.000-04:00

sleep.

2011-08-29T04:04:00.001-04:00

wir assen zu viel gedaechtnis
dass wir jetzt schlafen wie blei

departure.

2011-08-28T17:58:00.000-04:00

girl head and girls and white van and girls at thai bar

2011-08-24T14:50:00.002-04:00

street.

2011-08-24T05:13:00.001-04:00

copenhagen west.

2011-08-23T19:34:00.001-04:00

home.

2011-08-17T09:00:00.000-04:00

night tree.

2011-08-16T17:02:00.000-04:00

mirror.

2011-08-03T09:45:00.001-04:00

His hand emerges from the depths of her memories. [FRANK]

Her face retreats. [RHODA]

Best Kind of Freedom

2011-06-30T07:57:00.000-04:00

A Spring Like Day

July 5, 2011: midnight – July 10, 2011

WGXC: Hands-on Radio
90.7-FM and wgxc.org
Tune in to hear this show.

A Spring Like Day is rebroadcasting in New York all week next week at Midnight. Tune in starting 12.00 am on Independence Day!

Limelight

2011-06-24T05:28:00.001-04:00

Photos from Magnum Masterclass with Antoine D'agata in Paris 06/2011

Rhoda is thinking of her obsessions.

2011-06-17T16:36:00.004-04:00

Rhoda is thinking of her obsessions again; she is engrossed in her thoughts.

Frank becomes enraged at her distraction and walks out on her. Right before he slams the door, he turns, "I've had enough of your shit." His finger jutting in her face. She is alone in the hotel room in a foreign country while he goes for a beer and thinks about whether to go back to the hotel room and continue their trip. She starts to masturbate on the bed and breaks out laughing.

MORAL: Life has all the elegance of a dirty joke.

Anamorphosis (TOTENKOPF KBH)

2011-06-08T22:03:00.000-04:00

The Sun is Green Leaves

2011-05-25T09:27:00.004-04:00

FRANK PULASKI after calm-abiding meditation in hermitage in Montana scrawls following on paper-shard:

the sun is green leaves
the sun is blue sky
the sun is the war in Afghanistan
and the steam that rises from Fukushima Daichi powerplant that nourishes green leaves.

FRANK potters about room murmuring.

He stuffs poem into a glass bottle he tosses out back window; it lands behind house in a pit filled with bottles with notes in them and banana peels and other composting fruit rinds that are the trash of subsistence.

FRANK thinks aloud: Eventually the glaciers will melt and the seas flood again into this land and I will communicate with other beings through time and the collapse of the present world system when my bottles float to the distant corners of the earth on those future world oceans - they will know me in Sydney, in Budapest and Guang Zhou and all points the oceans connect.

FRANK SMILES returns to calm-abiding meditation.

A Spring Like Day - Episode 5: L-U-V

2011-05-16T18:18:00.002-04:00

After the untimely demise of the love of his life, John Skoog faces one tough decision. Will he opt for revenge or try to move on?

STAKEOUT BROADCASTS TONIGHT

2011-04-21T13:38:00.001-04:00

A SPRING LIKE DAY - Episode 2 Stakeout

After a late night visit from a call girl with a problem, John Skoog finds himself parked on another stakeout, smack in the middle of Montana. He's about to find just how real things can get in America.

Radio 87.7 FM in NYC [Tonight at 12.00 am]
Live stream at http://cheapne.se/
Download (at time of broadcast) at http://aspringlikeday.com/

from Neon Fever Dreams sweden

2011-04-18T11:04:00.004-04:00

seeking illicit transactions with local populace becoming infinite pleasure

A Spring Like Day, Episode 1: Home, Sweet Home premieres tomorrow at midnight

2011-04-13T17:21:00.001-04:00

Episode 1: Home Sweet Home - It's always raining in the Tenderloin and not even a surprise visit from his favorite call girl Vanna Laforge can get private detective John Skoog up and out of the doldrums and make him forget the horrible events of his last case in Great Falls, Montana.

Tune in to 87.7 FM in NYC at midnight on April 14th or check aspringlikeday.com for more listening options and a new teaser.

A SPRING LIKE DAY OFFICIAL SITE

2011-04-07T02:22:00.002-04:00

please visit with your kindness: A Spring Like Day
and find information and teaser and eventually archive for the new radio drama A SPRING LIKE DAY
a collaboration between the Asbestos Project and Oliver Input

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and remember
life with all of its blessings and catastrophes is everywhere - San Francisco and Montana.

the pain of love in sverige

2011-03-29T16:49:00.004-04:00

NEON FEVER DREAMS text for expanded projection and peformance
in Goeteborg, Sweden April 5, 2011
voodoo blonds, cambodian rock and kleshas of lust
in SUPERIA LUXURIA
collaboration with John Skoog
and performed by Martin Martinsen and Aron Skoog

BROADCAST DATES {A Spring Like Day}

2011-03-25T09:56:00.006-04:00

Episode 1 of A Spring Like Day will air on April 14, 2011 at midnight on 88.7FM in New York as a part of Indie Dark Room. Thereafter tune in Thursdays at midnight for six action packed weekly installments of vice, murder and dreams of salvation.

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A SPRING LIKE DAY

written by Stephen Mosblech and Blake Habermann
sound design by Oliver Input

STARRING:
Blake Habermann as FRANK PULASKI
Levi Morger as PRIVATE DETECTIVE JOHN SKOOG
Andrea Bellu as RHODA PULASKI
Fulya Peker as PAULA
Nikki Calonge as VANNA
Eric Magnus as OFFICER HITCH
and
Patrick Harrison as BILL

[all episodes will be archived online for download and streaming check in for more details soon]

shibari - SCENE 1 EPISODE 1 WHEN (rope-master) FRANK KILLS RHODA IN A SPRING LIKE DAY

2011-03-15T20:47:00.008-04:00

Frank I can't feel my hands or my feet

could you loosen the ropes

my feet are so numb? - RHODA said

You don't need your feet Rhoda you're never going to leave this room you look like one of those kinbaku whores on the verge of their ultimate experience when they feel their insides melt because you can't even squirm- hey you shit-for brains detective - whaddayid say his name was?

He said John. John Skoog

Well that's a pretty name John Skoog you also look a rope-bondage hooker on my upholstered living room floor why don't you take your shoes off you're not going anywhere either; you like looking at her flesh huh? like that? little peeping johnny? except the way I pounded your face in is any light getting in that pinhole of an eye - oh wow that's a swollen eye look at how swollen his right eye is Rhoda - I wonder if he can see you and the way I tied up those tits? JESUS look at em JOHN if you could ride a camel into that eye you'd be in heaven John. BUT instead of HEAVEN JOHN you thought you could spy on my wife and not come into my house and feel what life in my house is and how we live in GREAT FALLS without becoming a part of this life like the retarded son I never had?

Frank he was just trying to help me - RHODA is saying

who knows that death is near

and galloping towards her and is like a gaping void that devours the body and is at least perhaps merciful
despite everything Rhoda has always maintained a desire to help others and care for them
EVEN at her own risk of VERY REAL BODILY HARM.

Yeah you need help like another hole in your head baby which is gonna make you feel pretty awful pretty soon. FRANK RESPONDS

OH MY GOD - RHODA can't help but groan

&
etc.

Detective John K. SKOOG

2011-03-15T18:53:00.005-04:00

Detective John K SKOOG (from A SPRING LIKE DAY) who would find death with its infinitely embracing arms warmer and more inviting than the breath of any of his sweethearts up to that point, young girls all and willing and supple who though they knew certainly how to make him laugh somehow lacked the cosmic, annihilating depth that he yearned for in his innermost heart despite having lead a somewhat downtrodden existence in SF as a private-eye in the Tenderloin district with little or no expendable income.

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FRANKS PHILOSOPHY (entropy)

2011-03-15T15:42:00.002-04:00

The body being fundamentally an aggregate like all manifest phenomena and thus fundamentally dictated by subtler and grosser laws of entropy is in harmony with and a reflection of the cosmic-extensive forces of entropy - i.e. Rhoda nothing lasts forever - which disintegration-state-complexes - there being many such aggregate-bodies in conflict (but that's just perception) - superficially manifest to varying degrees the occurrence of loss and violence - e.g. rainbow, heartache, mass death.

body as rainbow

Oro y plata Oro y plataOro y plata Oro y platOro y plata: come to montana.

body as heartache

come to montana.

A SPRING LIKE DAY

2011-03-15T14:30:00.004-04:00

When a mysterious blond with lipstick redgash mouth and heavy thighs waltzes into the office of John K. Skoog, private detective, in order to contract him to find her younger sister Rhod a (a a teen-age runaway a decade ago) who has gotten involved with a bad and violent man in Great Falls, Montana - Skoog's life will descend into a hellstorm maelstrom of murder, black outs, frame-ups and ultimate release.

TUNE IN 88.7 FM Thursdays starting this 14th APRIL 2011 (year before the universe explodes or at least time changes its fundamental structure).

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A Spring Like Day

2011-03-13T15:13:00.002-04:00

Great Falls is a city in and the county seat of Cascade County, Montana, United States.^[1] The population was 56,690 at the 2000 census. It is the principal city of the Great Falls, Montana Metropolitan Statistical Area, which encompasses all of Cascade County. Great Falls takes its name from the series of five waterfalls that the Lewis and Clark Expedition had to portage around over a ten mile stretch, requiring 31 days of arduous labor, in their 1805-06 exploration of the Louisiana Purchase. Two undeveloped parts of their portage route are included within the Great Falls Portage, a National Historic Landmark.

The site of the killing of Rhoda Pulaski by Frank Pulaski. As investigated by John K. SKOOG, private eye.

Dream Body [stills]

2011-03-12T19:53:00.000-05:00

In this fleeting world of pain and craving the dreamer falls asleep where fragments of consciousness array like a bad mandala.

Bill is helping Frank write a letter to Rhoda {or Hammerhead}

2011-03-01T17:58:00.029-05:00

Bill and Frank sit at dim table with bottle of wine and record player on it.

Frank's head is bandaged - 2 years ago he was beat to near death by a man with a claw hammer he owed 2.000 euro to.

Frank is saying -Yeah, tell her, write I'm going to kill myself because I've forgotten everything that meant so much to me because my brain is damaged and that those memories of our marriage and young life together were the only thing I clung to without her to hold onto and that the combination of her absence and hammer blows killed me and the memories eked from me and that I hope somewhere in the world she both lives and remembers and that since I haven't seen her in two years and she left without leaving her address and my skull was torn open with a hammer I can't keep fighting the world write her that I am sorry but I can't see her face in gold energy imprinted in the electric field behind my brain and I think the doctors fucked something up in there and that after I've blown my head open it won't matter because I won't remember all the good that I lost out on and all that is dripping from me and I can't stop it Rhoda anymore and that if I ever catch sight of you in some future life despite my perhaps not even having a brainstem in that life I will love her with every fiber of my being and that I love her Bill more than anything and that I am lost with out her but that I have forgotten everything.

Bill is saying - Yeah Frank. It's a good letter. Rhoda is gonna miss you. She loved you so much.

Frank says - I don't know Bill I don't know anything.

[FRANK has been fingering a handgun as he dictates he stares at his reflection in its dull, black sheen Bill looks up from writing]

Bill grins - It's ok Frank it's gonna be ok.

FRANK AND RHODA PORTRAITS (please don't struggle)

2011-02-28T18:44:00.003-05:00

Frank during alien abduction.

Rhoda after alien abduction.

COMING SOON (in ether projection)!!! A Spring Like Day when Frank and Rhoda are seized from their lives on earth and learn that from the very first not one thing exists and they approach the absolute stillness of the bliss-void multiverse that underlies perception and the aliens vanish like dust or suns imploding.

BLUE AND GREEN DREAMS FOR HUMANITY

2011-01-10T16:19:00.013-05:00

BLUE AND GREEN DREAMS FOR HUMANITY by Stephen Mosblech

the PERSONS

FRANK
RHODA

LOCATION: HOME

PHOTO (C) Todd Hido

FRANK: Rhoda I'm so glad you are home early. I want to play this beautiful music for you that I heard earlier on youtube and have been waiting for you to arrive home so we can share this beautiful music in this short life we have together which can end at any moment.

RHODA PUTS DOWN HER BAGS AND KISSES FRANK ON THE CHEEK SHE BRUSHES ASIDE HIS HAIR; THEY ARE GENTLE

RHODA: How was your day Frank?

FRANK: I missed you.

IT IS EVENING DWINDLING PROJECTIONS OF LIGHT
FRANK AND RHODA SHARE HEADPHONES LISTENING TO: GREEN TARA CHANTING THAT PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS SWEETLY

FRANK IS WEEPING

FRANK: Our lives are so empty we were born in a terrible age when despite the absolute fundamental perfection of reality nothing can be relied on and the entire environment is poisoned and nuclear annihilation is incessantly imminent.

RHODA: Yes Frank it was a beautiful song. Let's pray to the Medicine Buddha since in this terrible age who isn't destitute and suffering so we can experience the blue light of the medicine Buddha as unified transcendent bliss which is reality; ultimately this is best way we can heal ourselves and be of use to others.

FRANK AND RHODA KNEEL FACING THANGKA

FRANK AND RHODA:

namo bhagavate bhaiṣajyaguru

vaiḍūryaprabharājāya tathāgatāya

arhate samyaksambuddhāya tadyathā:

oṃ bhaiṣajye bhaiṣajye mahābhaiṣajya-samudgate svāhā.

namo bhagavate bhaiṣajyaguru

vaiḍūryaprabharājāya tathāgatāya

arhate samyaksambuddhāya tadyathā:

oṃ bhaiṣajye bhaiṣajye mahābhaiṣajya-samudgate svāhā.

namo bhagavate bhaiṣajyaguru

vaiḍūryaprabharājāya tathāgatāya

arhate samyaksambuddhāya tadyathā:

oṃ bhaiṣajye bhaiṣajye mahābhaiṣajya-samudgate svāhā

ABSOLUTE BLUE LIGHT A DRONING HUM THAT IS THE ONRUSH OF CONSCIOUSNESS ABSOLUTE PURE SPACE BLUE LIGHT DIMS RHODA AND FRANK LIE DEAD IN RADIANT AND DECORATIVE SILK CLOTHES TV MONITORS DISPLAY BEAUTIFUL SKY ABOVE GREEN HILLSIDE WHITE FLOWERS FLOAT DOWN FROM SKY ATTENDANTS ARRIVE DECOROUSLY LAYING OUT BOWLS OF PURE WATER AND FLOWERS AND BEAUTIFUL AUSPICIOUS OBJECTS WHEN AN OBJECT IS PLACED AT THE HEAD OR FEET OF FRANK AND RHODA THE ATTENDANT REPEATS the Medicine Buddha Dharani QUIETLY AND DEPARTS INTO A TUNNEL

TWO MANDALAS FLOAT IN THE SKY
TWO MANDALAS DANCE ON THE EARTH

A BELL IS RUNG A BELL IS RUNG A BELL IS RUNG

Is Rhoda Bored With Her Life?

2011-01-04T10:30:00.000-05:00

HAUNTED HOUSE - Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung - media page

2010-12-31T18:03:00.002-05:00

http://www.faz.net/s/RubCD175863466D41BB9A6A93D460B81174/Doc~EE81881D6EB114DF98153713D927B5F33~ATpl~Ecommon~SMed.html

HAUNTED HOUSE FRANKFURT VIDEO

2010-12-22T13:45:00.000-05:00

download

STASIS

2010-12-13T19:11:00.001-05:00

to be shattered and to dream amidst the oceans of life

The Ecstasies of Le Corbusier (Haunted House Frankfurt)

2010-12-13T19:10:00.001-05:00

DINNER AND MOVIE INSIDE

2010-12-07T18:05:00.023-05:00

TVLAND by Stephen Mosblech

the PERSONS
FRANK
RHODA
MACHINE ELF GIRLS

FRANK AND RHODA ARE WATCHING TV AND EATING TV DINNERS
FRANK STANDS HIS TV DINNER IS OVERTURNED

FRANK (low pitched voice): Holy fuck...the WORLD

SLOW TURNING THAT MIRRORS THE TURNING OF SATURN: HIS FACE IS ILLUMINATED WHITE LIKE THE MOMENT BEFORE AN ALIEN ABDUCTION HE IS TURNING UP THE TV VOLUME WITH THE REMOTE TILL IT IS BLARING

FRANK (slurring): is so beautiful..I never...I have never went this far before Rhoda to where whole galaxy-systems' lights arrayed here.

FROTHING AT MOUTH HEAD REPTILE SLOW CRUCIFIXION POSTURE JITTERING BACKBEND COLLAPSE TO FLOOR BETWEEN HISSING RASP-BREATHS

FRANK (gurgles): I love I love I love I love I love (whinging ETC.)

RHODA HAS GOTTEN UP AND IS RUBBING FRANKS CHEST

RHODA (improvisation of the following): FRANK are you OK? FRANK? FRANK baby can you hear? Are you OK are you choking? What is it? What is it Frank? Answer me....breathe ok just breath slow, slow. Baby what did you take did you take anything? Frank? Are you on something? Help me christ..baby just breathe. Answer me Frank OK. Honey? Please. Please. (ETC.)

BY THIS TIME RHODA IS IN TEARS SHE HAS UNBUTTONED FRANKS SHIRT AND IS TRYING TO HELP HIM USING HER SUBSTANTIAL KNOWLEDGE OF FIRST AID; RHODA IS A NURSE

AFTER 3 MINUTES FRANK HAS RETURNED TO HIS BODYconstruction

FRANK: I truly left the manifest RHODA
for angelic realms
via ejection out of the back of my skull
we live generally unbeknownst to ourselves in such a vivid and multidimensionl bliss-void - where Rhoda, my dearest heart, but what is the meaning of that organ or the perception of such aggregate of feelings now -
everything flows.

RHODA: Frank...what are you saying...are you ok what just happened.

FRANK (sits on couch): I don't know RHODA I have to think a lot right now -

FRANK TURNS THE TV ON

RHODA: OK honey.

RHODA REMAINS KNEELING ON THE FLOOR SHE HAS BEGUN SOBBING LESS HER BREATH IS LESS RAGGED

FRANK STANDS AND BEGINS POUNDING HIS FOREHEAD WITH FIST AS IF TO BREAK OPEN THE DOORS OF HEAVEN.

RHODA: Frank? Frank stop. Stop it you're hurting yourself. What is going on?

FRANK: OK.

RHODA: OK

FRANK AND RHODA ARE SITTING TOGETHER IN THE DIM LIGHT OF THE TELEVISION

FRANK: Yeah -I want you to get this right baby you have to understand (points at temple points to her temple to indicate transmission) - if (hold up finger) in reality I'm watching TV
(points at TV)
then (holds up finger) in reality I'm in space where everything is beautiful and infinite.
Like you RHODA (points at Rhoda) like the TV (points at TV).

RHODA (begins sobbing again): Oh my god -

FRANK GRINS AT AUDIENCE
ENTER MANDALAS DANCE OF MANDALAS
FRANK DANCES WITH THE MANDALAS

FRANK: I love I love I love I love I love I love I love I love I love I love.

RHODA (whinging): I just love Dumbland cartoons!

2010-12-02T11:04:00.004-05:00

RHODA says to FRANK: Are you just gonna sit in front of that TV all day FRANK?

FRANK is watching wrestling on TV his mouth hangs open: uhhhhhhhh what baby?

Traffic careens by out the window.

FRANK has switched to the weather channel: There's gonna be a god damn cyclone. Get the kid inside and get in the basement.

RHODA is cooking eggs in the Kitchen she calls out the window: Honey your father says to get inside this minute and go in the basement.

FRANK is watching wrestling splayed on the couch; he burps and scratches himself and slouchs increasing his state of mindless release; FRANK's spirit bursts out of his chest like a worm. It hovers over his body which husk putrefies quickly in stop animation. Lighting flashes in the sky over traffic. Traffic accidents and citizenry screaming, squabbling and attacking each other with weapons. RHODA and kid are in basement huddled together with candles. Wrestling is on TV FRANK's spirit-worm hovers and vanishes in a rainbow display of pure light. The sun comes out it is a beautiful day. Rhoda is washing lettuce in the sink. RHODA watches MIKEY playing in the yard; she waves to MIKEY. They are both happy.

The future is on fire.

2010-11-28T18:39:00.005-05:00

David Lynch, Pete goes to his girlfriend's house

PETE (talking on his phone): Well, it wasn't good news RHODA,
- what does some asshole surgeon know
it is a beautiful day outside
this cloud of despair separates my head from connection with it.
RHODA I'm afraid to leave you alone in the world without the beating of my heart to uplift and protect you.
People are capable of anything.
I'll be over in 5 minutes.

Ritual Love-Dance

2010-11-19T13:05:00.053-05:00

El Maximon - dance to become a centipede.

1.
- I wear lotta ties, he says flatly fingering the 30 something ties displaying at chest. El Maximon's lips curl back to reveal a rotting metal skull underneath. Tens of erections. Stink of phosphorous, flash of light out eye sockets grinning.

2.
Panning shots of the maze-like flower gardens abutting lake Atitlan that decay into lake.

3.
Close up of skeleton priest he says, el Maximon you fuck all the women in this village they gonna cut off your balls at least they cut off your legs and arms this time.
El Maximon is whispering I like the pain muchisimo.
People blow smoke on the doll. Alcohol poured onto dirt floor.

4.
The priest who is sitting in a dingy hotel in the afternoon has taken off his shirt in the bathroom - it swelters: condensation, sweat, diarrhea. He palps cheek, hand lifts razor to face he is whistling the national anthem of Guatemala he begins to shave - many young girls are half naked and drugged in his room like flowers, hey Betsy he calls you dumb beetch - she don't know better than to piss on the carpet she take too many pills (he says it peels).

I love you Frank we have been incarnated in Guatemala try and love everyone, Betsy who is Rhoda.

5.
Workers are cutting off limns of el Maximon. Mayan attendants. Shuffling through back alleys. Limns held aloft in blankets.
Amid mind-disorientation from volcanoes. They arrive at a plaza. They arrive at a church. Vultures and pure-sky mandalas overhead (puppets). The attendants have entered church and are praying:

Prayers on loudspeakers. Limns layed on blankets before altar. Praying over speaker in hybrid Mayan.
El Maximon statue is floating in lake. The volcano is beautiful and peaceful. Panning on shots of Volcanoes on lake Atitlan.
Stock footage of Volcanoes erupting and lava flows.
Centipedes crawl across the priest as he lays shirtless in hotel.
A red crystal syllable "help" appears on lake membrane waiting - pulses.

Synthetic dreams from Lake Atitlan
11/11/10

NOISE denmark

2010-10-28T17:27:00.000-04:00

The soundtrack for the video fragment "Out of Nowhere the Ugly Spirit Had Entered" [composed by Jesse Bull and Stephen Mosblech] playing in Soundgate sound art Festival in Aalborg, Denmark oct/nov 2010

check out soundgate

AND IF WE OPENED OUR HEARTS {XIPE TOTEC} to the black seething body

2010-10-26T09:22:00.001-04:00

PRAYER TENT SKETCH

FLOOR 2 HAUNTED HOUSE FRANKFURT PRECEDING SIDE_SHOW WHORE INSTALLATION.

MASKED PRIEST CLOAKED WISP STRAGGLES OF HAIR LIKE SPANISH MOSS

ELECTRONIC DRONE; GERMAN GURGLES PRAYER FOR DEATH

PRIEST (guiding attendants):Holy Father

Woman is begotten of Man

Man is begotten of Woman

conception is death

the sun is black

this house is evil

let us pray for salvation

let us pray

let us bow our heads now and pray

let us pray for death in the lord

jesus let us pray for sweetness and the power to love and the evil in our hearts

dear jesus speaking for myself let me die in the ocean let me swim out into the infinite ocean which is black and so deep god let me find salvation in death in her blackness that lasts forever where I will dissolve god and my heart in your love filled with your divine love bursts open

In Print

2010-10-23T00:08:00.000-04:00

Eastern/Western Meat Lessons by Stephen Mosblech is published in "The Studio-X Guide to Liberating New Forms of Conversation"

On sale: here

It hurts so much in Frankfurt; please attend a Haunted House

2010-10-19T06:51:00.000-04:00

OAHU (the beauty of islands)

2010-10-19T05:38:00.001-04:00

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FRANK [at desk in factory]: Dear Rhoda, I am sitting at my desk at the candle factory as I write to you: in summation of our life together: I watch you age, I watch you die, like a candle blinks out - our life together over these 15,000 years! It seems candles have become the governing objects of not just my work-life - the devouring combination of wax, wick-stub and flame erupts in my thoughts; yesterday two friends who are engaged to be married in the Fall reported to me over dinner their experiences with food poisoning and the recent volcanic eruptions down in Guatemala City. I remembered the centipede we had seen on the ceiling of our hotel room in Trivandrum. Eventually gout will crush my skull and efface all these memories I worked so hard to store in the electrons of my brain and I will be left in sadness alone like a wiped-out computer with nothing to comfort me and no animals about me and only the glare of television in the mid-afternoon and the dull thud of comets on the horizon. The new language shining like a Coke-bottle we created by email when I was 25 and you were 29 the new words the new objects that strong love will outlive our bodies - I think it will sail on in the ether even after we have passed through who knows how many bardos and found each other a million new times in multiple life-forms and exchanges sometimes as subtle as a warm breeze that blows over the reflection of a hermit crab shell on the island of Oahu where we never traveled or dreamed of traveling to. Although I wrote I watch you age and die and it also seems I watch me aging and dying as if there were two things that could be conjugated I take strength from the vision that underlying all this collapse and sorrow like an x-ray we are really one and ceaselessly return to ourselves and never part. I have run out of ink now Rhoda and the candle is almost burned out. May my love reach you always.

Frank

[puts on record, climbs chair hangs self]

Getting Ready for Death [BARDO OF HOUSES] outside-top-basement

2010-10-18T07:27:00.000-04:00

Le Corbusier DEATH-PLAY

2010-10-18T07:16:00.006-04:00

I cross the Infinite (Le Corbusier) by Stephen Mosblech

I cross the Infinite (Le Corbusier) will be performed October 28, 29, 30 at Haunted House Frankfurt in Frankfurt am Main, Germany. Written-directed and designed by Stephen Mosblech. Starring:

the PERSON
Le Corbusier Blake Habermann

Lighting Designer Nick Vargelis

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HOME [Death]
LE CORBUSIER: Why even in death
haven't I shat for three days?
[electricity]
Come on get happy.
I am already late for the office on
Rue ---

+++
COMMUTE [Resurrection]
LE CORBUSIER: Eyes that do not See 1: the ocean liner is superior to human existence.

+++
OFFICE [Dematerial/Infinite/Degeneration]
LE CORBUSIER (narrating as writes): Cher Josephine.
Mother is sick in the hospital again.
I can no longer get an erection without being punched in the stomach.
(destroys letter; begins new letter)
Cher Josephine.
Time is a disease. I have been dead since 1964. My mind is a collection of shit and buildings that yearns for you ceaselessly. Our unborn child Marie Louise --
(destroys letter; destroys desk)

LE CORBUSIER is stroking jaguar fetish swatch.

LE CORBUSIER: BLACK COOCHIE BLACK COOCHIE BLACK COOCHIE BLACK COOCHIE BLACK COOCHIE BLACK COOCHIE BLACK COOCHIE

LE CORBUSIER IS MOUNTED BY PHANTOM JOSEPHINE BAKER IN WRATHFUL ASPECT

LE CORBUSIER DANCE

LE CORBUISER: The plains over Chandigarh

LE CORBUSIER COLLAPSE

LE CORBUSIER: The residential villa Savoye situated at Poissy that in it's final stages of erection collapsed with the entire family and work crew inside.

LE CORBUSIER SUICIDE

LE CORBUSIER: The ocean of death subsumes life; it has always subsumed life.
The ocean of blackness subsumes existence. I cross the infinite.

HOODS SELF

LE CORBUSIER: She will come.
She will come. I have built her cities she will come. Descend and she will dance for you. Ja, ja die Taenzerin. I have built her cities descend and she will come.

+++
Haunted House Frankfurt is funded by Freunde der Staedelschule and is operated by a collective of artists from: USA, Germany, Sweden, Romania, Canada, Ireland and Denmark.

2010-10-06T09:17:00.003-04:00

please visit -
http://hauntedfrankfurt.blogspot.com/

its hell
its french modernism
its sachsen-hausen dream-sex-death
with
haunted
by african female

Le Corbusier reincarnated as Jim Jones final expression of love for efficient houses in the world

2010-10-06T07:55:00.002-04:00

if peace as it must be is accepted as definition for efficient houses.

Beautiful Dancing (want to make)

2010-09-27T13:04:00.002-04:00

+++What should RHODA sing? please email suggestions: asbestosproject@gmail.com

Staedelschule Preview

2010-09-22T09:18:00.000-04:00

2010-09-14T19:30:00.004-04:00

FRANK: I feel
like a pane of glass
- Rhoda
this room is all that is is left of my mind.

RHODA is gasping her last. FRANK's rubber gloved hands in the form of clenched fists cloak her throat. VIDEO: The wheeling of stars. It is night. Suburbs. The planets as if in some vast cosmic vision. Electric blear. Windmills. Siva. Nudity.
RHODA's breast heaves the world flutters - the inner world. One tear. At last moment of life rapture ensues. A volcano, deer grazing in meadow.

RHODA: It's OK Frank
(rasping breath)
to kill me.

FRANK crosses to window.

FRANK: Look how blue the sky is.

RHODA (remains gasping, slow writhing and touching herself): Please.

+++
MESSAGE: We all do the best we can. Frank is not wrong; Rhoda is not wrong. The question is only of the engendering of suffering or the engendering of the causes of suffering or the causes for the persistence of suffering.

RHODA always loved a good party.

2010-09-11T19:17:00.009-04:00

+++

Production stills for Out of Nowhere the Ugly Spirit Had Entered (HD 2 min 2010)
written-directed by Stephen Mosblech
cinematography Eduardo Band
edited Jesse Bull
music by Jesse Bull and Stephen Mosblech
starring Blake Habermann and Nikki Calonge

SYNOPSIS: In this spectral and eternal story of young love Frank and Rhoda enact a William Burroughs/William Tell routine.

LE CORBUSIER ROOM #1 (at Staedelschule OKTOBER 2010)

2010-09-02T20:15:00.014-04:00

Charles-Eduard: All I can promise JOSEPHINE is that in a million
years of mutual self-devastation when I will force buildings
into your primordial
as yielding and entire as the planet as it spins in the cosmos
with your legs spread open.
I need results.
(pause)
AND
In my dreams that plunge into your ooze half-masturbating half-swimming like a building in the throes of supreme bliss and swim across the horizon until my impending collapse since my love for you exceeds the capacity of my heart to exist explodes in my chest.

Josephine: CHOKE me out - you fucking drip.

(Josephine banana dance Le Corbusier seizes her by throat she is rammed against wall choked she collapses to floor - sucking finger legs akimbo like in gynecologist chair she is worshipped by three-four exotics. The audience is asked to lay on the floor and listen to instructions for entering into a state of Yoga Nidra. Le Corbusier is put on a leash. He is made to recite the names of the buildings he has constructed.)

BEGIN PROJECTION

BEGIN SILENT SLOW CHORAL BANANA DANCE

MESSAGE: Life exceeds devastation; life irrefutably is beautiful no matter what happens.

Frank Goes to Frankfurt - OKTOBER 30, 2010

2010-08-09T17:06:00.002-04:00

Look at how beautiful -

when Frank Goes to Frankfurt like a film that goes nowhere

Mann und Frau

the Asbestos Project at Staedleschule - starring Blake Haberman - written-directed by Stephen Mosblech

Projections Zac Demptster

Candle Hearts at Cabinet Magazine - May 25, 2010

2010-07-17T18:23:00.000-04:00

Candlehearts 1 from stephen mosblech on Vimeo.

Candlehearts 2 from stephen mosblech on Vimeo.

blurry rehearsal [candle hearts]

2010-06-23T12:52:00.003-04:00

mime

family

dancing

2010-05-02T16:13:00.000-04:00

PINKU in mid-rib v5

which was
written for danny snelson

RHODA DEATH MAY SHOW

2010-04-30T16:11:00.015-04:00

CANDLE HEARTS by Stephen Mosblech
at postTV LIVE [posttv.org]

When life flickers out

STARRING: Blake Habermann, Fulya Peker & Paul Gerhardt
PROJECTIONS: Zac Dempster
COSTUME: Sara Bacot

WATCH IT ONLINE OR in PERSON May 25th at: posttv.org

beautiful for film

2010-02-06T15:51:00.002-05:00

hanatarashi
hanatarashi
hanatarashi

music

2010-02-04T19:28:00.002-05:00

RHODA AND LINDA CLEANSE FRANK OF TOXINS; RHODA LOOKS SO HAPPY

2010-02-04T19:26:00.041-05:00

A GOLDEN KEY AND THE SHINING SUN by Stephen Mosblech

the PERSONS

FRANK
RHODA
ATTENDANTS

+++
HOUSE

FRANK: It's so fundamental and simple - a cessation of pain occurred
when I was parking the car - the world is continuous
even though the car is still parked on the street outside.

RHODA: Of course Frank - there's no pain in the world and the mind automatically ceases.
Are we going somewhere in the car today.
Right the hospital.
I don't know where my mind is.

FRANK: Let me help you with that Rhoda - find it I mean.

RHODA IS COLLARED AND HOODED MADE TO KNEEL FRANK IS COLLARED AND HOODED ROTATED TO FACE WALL

RHODA: I don't know where the mind is. Still.

FRANK: RIGHT. Where did I put my keys I lost them again you know I hate loosing my keys and now I'm stuck here with no avenue to exit this room or I'll destroy everything in it till I get out.

RHODA RELEASED

RHODA: About the mind FRANK
just let it go
and just love the world.

FRANK: I think I'm going deaf in my left ear Rhoda what did you say.

RHODA: I hope it's a boy Frank.

FRANK IS RELEASED

FRANK: Promise me Rhoda
while we are both filled with love and a belief in the future that's not disturbed by a cloud in the sky and the sun is shining through the whole world and all distinction vanishes
you'll always love me and the child is mine.

RHODA'S WATER BREAKS

RHODA: Fluttering her eyelids to imitate the delusion of real happiness she feels Rhoda responded:
Before we leave this room Frank where we are sitting right now in conversation and the curtains are drawn so the external world is excluded and everything said becomes our deepest secret promise that you will take care of me the rest of my life until I am dead no matter what I tell you in response to your question.

FRANK: Rhoda your pants are soaked and there is a puddle of mud on the floor
it is exciting
when I look at you there's no one who sees you moreover there is no woman on the verge of giving birth to a child.

RHODA: Oh Frank - I don't know where my mind is I don't know what to say I'm so happy but if it's a boy we'll call him Frank.

FRANK: I'm going out to the car now. I'm going to start the car. I'll be outside in the car, Rhoda which continues to exist in relation to all other things - with the car started waiting. We should hurry since traffic at this time of day on the way to the hospital is terrible.

RHODA: Yes Frank I'll just put my shoes on. For the trip.

FRANK: And then, while waiting for Rhoda to put her shoes on, the greatest moment of my life came and I, wretch that I am and tumescent with glory, collapsed on the floor where after 3 days of spontaneous breath retention vast seas of consciousness flowed through my skull and it eroded and
I realized I forgot my keys and you didn't answer my question Rhoda

RHODA: Wake up Frank please.

FRANK: Also the power of mind-ejection-and-transference was attained so that in the form of a luminous black shadow I could fly over the oceans to Tibet or Jakarta in the blinking of the third-eye center and seize things from a distance and know them in my heart.

RHODA: Frank, Frank wake up - Rhoda wept over his body for what seemed like three endless days and by force of her compassion and will retained through inwardly clenching her vaginal walls with the highest intention their unborn child living in her womb - you had another attack.

FRANK: RIGHT. What time is it where is the car and is the kid mine?

RHODA: You see FRANK on the one hand before eyes mirage of kind of perfect young wife in the spotless emptiness of supplication to existence which having no consideration of self or body or life it means it wouldn't be wrong whatever you imagined I did in the past that cannot be said to exist or not exist with everyone.

FRANK: You didn't - you did, she did; but what time is it?
I only had one existence for you Rhoda now that's over and I feel a perfect liberation and anything can happen.
WHEEEE!
Now I'm ejecting my mind again.

FRANK COLLAPSES

RHODA: Frank we really should go to the hospital now. I haven't eaten for three days or given birth while you just sat there.

LONG PAUSE
ATTENDANT LIGHTS CANDLE AT FRANKS HEAD
FRANK RE-INHABITS CORPSE

FRANK: I'm not taking you to the hospital Rhoda I lost my drivers license and I don't need a key anymore to exit existence since
by definition from the first there's not one thing in existence so
you didn't ever touch me Rhoda with that cunt of yours or your tears.

RHODA: I know Frank.

FRANK: I never touched a thing in the world with these tendrils
and became a luminous being at certain moments eventually - but the seeds of past action still intrude tearing my guts out and cause me to shit myself at moments of horror.

RHODA: I know Frank. I love you.

FRANK: Oh Rhoda I loved you so much you can't understand.
Rhoda and looking back through that vast desert of our existence when my self delusion was alive and you bore me millions of children in the most various worlds of the universe and our tenderness and concern was the only hand that upheld us and staved off the disasters of life.
And I remember everything I ever did to you and it fills me with a deathless horror such that I'm impelled right now 1. to shit myself again and 2. to kill you and end myself in order to extinguish your suffering so we'll reincarnate two final times and then be reborn in Tushita Heaven from lotus flowers at the feet of Amitabha's mercy.

RHODA: Thank you Frank. I remember every horrible thing I ever did to you.

RHODA IS BOUND AND GAGGED AND STRIPPED AND TIED TO A CHAIR A MIRROR IS PLACED IN FRONT OF HER AND OFFERINGS OF A CANDLE AND SMALL BEAUTIFUL OBJECTS LIKE A BEAUTIFULLY PRESERVED RODENTS SKULL AND PRAYER BEADS, EARRINGS, MILK ETC.
FRANK CHOKES RHODA TO DEATH

FRANK: Meditate on love and kindness Rhoda in the final moments of expiration - I remember in a past life in Vietnam these beautiful young women with deathless smiles on their face approach our unit and immolate themselves for peace Rhoda thinking clearly on that as we exterminate ourselves to no longer hurt other beings we'll surely be guided by peace and love towards the purer realms in our minds that reflect the outer manifestation of a world.

FRANK IMMOLATES SELF CRAWLS FORWARD

FRANK (praying): The only value of life is loving equanimity
please let us find rebirth in loving equanimity.

ATTENDANTS: The only value of life is loving equanimity
please let us all find rebirth in loving equanimity.

ALL: The only value is loving equanimity
please let us all find rebirth in loving equanimity.

CANDLE HEARTS (final)

2010-01-05T22:49:00.018-05:00

CANDLE HEARTS by Stephen Mosblech

the PERSONS
FRANK
RHODA
GEORGE
+++

FRANK: I spent my whole life drip
ping

GEORGE: SPOON

GEORGE like an idiot displays spoon

FRANK: I'm having a birthday party tonight
I'm going to have me some Frank time -
[guffaw; knee slap]
by watching TV

RHODA (singing): Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday Frank
Happy Birthday dear Frank

FRANK: What the fuck is going on in there?
I'm so alone in the world
I said, what the fuck is going on in there Rhoda?

RHODA: Everything is covered in dust Frank
as many years of dust as there are stars.

FRANK: I can see all the way to Venus from up here.
They all look like tiny dots.
[pause]
Rhoda forgive me.

RHODA: Venus, Frank, it's Venus from outer space.

RHODA AND FRANK DANCE; RHODA'S FACE IS COMPACTED THEY ALMOST COLLAPSE

GEORGE: Dear GOD being in this case defined as an infinite sphere help Frank.

RHODA is suddenly reading Franks palm she abandons him in fear and disgust.

FRANK STRIKES SELF IN HEAD

FRANK: See nobody listens to me.

GEORGE: I hear you Frank.

RHODA: Honey - could you come here for a second?
I made you your goddamn cake
Rhoda said absentminded
like the rest of the world

FRANK: OK; Does that mean there isn't any cake?

KITCHEN TABLE

FRANK: You are an angel Rhoda
to have baked this cake for my birthday tonight.

They clasp together and sway gently as if rocked by a subtle breeze of love.

RHODA: Yes Frank it's your birthday.

GEORGE: Look at them go, like rabbits.

RHODA inducing vomiting. FRANK a benumbed colossus drags his head into the next room.

FRANK: It is incomprehensible that I can go on living.

GEORGE: Come on, money.

RHODA: Time blows through us and we are it's puppets and never encounter what's real.

FRANK: Rhoda this is only the 2nd time we are meeting.

RHODA: Yes Frank you calm my soul
It is like the world collapsed

GEORGE: I wanna see him dance.

RHODA puppet dances FRANK

FRANK: And above us suspended on strings the heavens.

RHODA (mechanically to self): That's nice Frank That's nice Frank That's nice Frank That's nice Frank That's nice Frank That's nice Frank

FRANK: Yes Roda it is like the world collapsed and yet as if by predestination I do not like an idiot collapse on the floor in a heap of my dreams while piss skreaks out and they jam a spoon in my mouth.
Will you marry me Rhoda?

RHODA: That's nice Frank.
[pause]
Shall we have time to sit a while longer
and after having eaten some cake
commit suicide together?

FRANK: The words you were just speaking I may or may not have heard correctly the world is a reflection and re-echoing; it lacks substance.
You see Rhoda, it's just that I'm deaf in my left ear and already blind. What brought us together here at this point right now in our lives so suddenly?

RHODA: Yes Frank. On our first meeting we barely exchanged glances that cut my heart open and I felt tremors therein like it can be said a budding girl's young vulva God was stuffing large objects in miraculously until it squirted and enlightenment ensued. Since that night it has been my dream to commit suicide with you on your birthday Frank which is tonight.

FRANK: Oh, Rhoda.
[aside]
Since I am deaf I haven't understood a word she is saying to me.
And yet I have never been so happy in my life and stultified as by this silence which is somehow so female and encompassing that I am dissolved.
Rhoda will you the pinnacle of my life's existence in this world commit suicide with me?

RHODA: The cake is poisoned already Frank.

FRANK: Have I been understood?
If I have been understood or I have not been understood
I will go on for infinite days
birthing kalpas wherein a new race of divine being cast in my image will emerge from the earth.

RHODA IS EATING CAKE FRANK CHOKES HER TO DEATH

FRANK: At work today I was reading about the Nazca lines in Peru
that they were for Gods to look down on or runways for spaceships. Imagine that Rhoda.
It never rains there and the dust is so fragile.

FRANK HANGS SELF

UPDATED

2009-12-02T17:12:00.007-05:00

Anniversary Dinner by Stephen Mosblech

Anniversary Dinner was performed as a video-fragment at Elefante Branco on December 10, 2009 in New York. It was filmed by Eduardo Band. Designed and directed by Stephen Mosblech.

the PERSONS

FRANK Blake Habermann
RHODA Nikki Calonge

+++
BEDROOM DAWN

FRANK: You're so real Rhoda.
I'm not going anywhere in my life.

RHODA: If you say that to me again Frank I'm going to tear my hair out.

FRANK: Certain moments cast me into a vast de-regioning space, Rhoda.
I had the same dream again last night.

RHODA: Let your self go Frank.
Tomorrow is our anniversary.
[pause]
Something's gotta change.

+++
SUPPER TIME KITCHEN

FRANK: Honey I'm home.

RHODA: I'm in the wrong position.
[adjusts]
I'm in the wrong position.

FRANK: Look at that pussy.

RHODA: I'm in the wrong position.
How did I get here.
[adjusts]
How did I get here.

FRANK: It's as if a vast sea of dust vanished
and disappeared.

RHODA: Your dinner is cold
Would you like coffee after dinner tonight Frank?

FRANK: I'm sorry I'm late Rhoda. There was a lot of traffic at work today.

RHODA: And
using all the intellection at his disposal Frank stood up to clear the dishes or it can be said their delusions of existence from the table.

FRANK: What possible avenue is left for us Rhoda?

+++
LIVING ROOM AFTER COFFEE

RHODA (swishes forward, sings): Won’t you make love to me
in my anti-witchcraft suit
I will extract the partial demons leaching out your 7 mind holes.

FRANK: If we were to make the sudden effort Rhoda and get on a plane.

RHODA: You're imagining it Frank.

FRANK IS HOLDING A GUN

FRANK: In our life in that aforementioned distant country, where everyone will understand the language I'm speaking immediately.
[pause]
Rhoda, it’s time for our William Tell routine.

RHODA: OK. Wait. My apple.

APPLE DELIVERED

RHODA: OK. OK.

FRANK SHOOTS RHODA IN HEAD THREE TIMES

WILLIAM BURROUGHS WILLIAM TELL ROUTINE FRAGMENT

2009-11-16T23:14:00.005-05:00

FRANK: At certain moments an enormous fist that took hold of my life
and shattered it.

ATTENDENT: Again, Again, Again let's take a second look

[scene change]

FRANK: Ahh a vast sea of dust settled.

RHODA: Evil is real.

FRANK: And using the intellection at his disposal– Frank stood up and sat down.

RHODA (swishes forward): Won’t you make love to me

in my antiwitchcraft suit

I extract the partial-demons leeching your 7 mind holes.

FRANK: If we were to make the sudden effort Rhoda and get on a plane

RHODA: You're imagining it Frank.

ATTENDANT: Frank takes a second look at what

he's now got

in his hand.

FRANK IS HOLDING A GUN; SECOND ATTENDANT TITTERS

FRANK: In our life in that aforementioned distant land Rhoda, where everyone will understand the language I'm speaking instantly.

[pause]

Rhoda, it’s time for our William Tell routine.

RHODA: OK. Wait.

APPLE IS DELIVERED

RHODA: OK OK

2009-10-04T16:09:00.002-04:00

EASTERN WESTERN MEAT LESSONS VIDEO

Eastern/Western Meat Lessons premiered July 14, 2009 at StudioX in New York. It was directed-designed by Stephen Mosblech. With the following cast:

The PERSONS
LEO >>>>>>>>>>>>> Jay Smith
MARIE >>>>>>>>>>>>> Sarah Dahlen
SAMUEL >>>>>>>>>>>>> Danny Snelson
ATTENDANT >>>>>>>>>>>>> Arthur Burkle

DEEP VOICE [voice of] >>>>>>>>> Richard Foreman
FEMALE VOICE [voice of] >>>>>>>>>>> Juliana Francis-Kelly

Sound Design: Greta Byrum
Projected Video: Eduardo Band

Building

2009-07-23T14:41:00.003-04:00

nobodyzone

one thing

accretes

another

Nobody Live

2009-06-23T20:35:00.004-04:00

NOBODY
exploration at StudioX

+++
PLUS

Eastern/Western Meat Lessons written-designed by Stephen Mosblech

Samuel keeps yenning to ejaculate himself from the back of his skull - schlupp, splat!

Marie worries his teeth will rot out in result and Leo conveys them to Paris [i.e. death city] on a magic carpet ride.

STARRING: Jay Smith, Sarah Dahlen and Danny Snelson PLUS attendant Arthur Buckle

and SPECTRAL VIDEO/AUDIO PRESENCE of: Richard Foreman and Juliana Francis-Kelly

Sound Design: Greta Byrum

Videographer: Eduardo Band

PLAYOGRAM

2009-06-05T12:45:00.005-04:00

[between 1-10 words: arising an ideogram and a play and an image and no idea and no play and no image]

1.
Figure sits
lifts left hand
mutilated
re-sits
lisps "Sulamith, Sulamith"

PINKU: a video sketch

2009-05-28T13:00:00.004-04:00

PINKU: a video Sketch by Stephen Mosblech

SPACE: White room. Hooded victim center, shirtless. Straw mat on floor.

Victim carves into flesh of his chest:

I love
Pig flesh

Into flesh of leftarm: Slash

cut to:
Hooded figures milling.

cut to cutting into foot: &

rightarm: burn

voice over: slash & burn
Paramedic tactics

Hooded figures milling.
Figure lifts arms heavy breathing:
voice: Gemurmel der Adern ewig ewig
[subtitle displays: The veins eternal murmur, eternal]

Hooded victims milling slowly.

Geldmantel in breath
Gold Jacket
Breathe and be free.

Figure sits.

Hooded female victim seated naked except yellow jacket. Close up of smiles and teeth of the hooded. A hooded masturbating. Unshaven lips' smiles, teeth, breathing darkens to credits.

Credits Music: Don't Let My Girlfriend Tickle Me from Cambodian Cassette Archives.

UPCOMING! No-Body audiobook!

2009-03-15T14:23:00.004-04:00

So delighted to pre-nounce:

Richard Foreman's electrifying poetical novel No-Body: a novel in parts (1997) will be released in Summer 2009 on beautiful thumb-drives, later on-line. Check back for distribution details.

Curated and Produced by: Stephen Mosblech, Greta Byrum and Danny Snelson

Narrators:
Ch. 1: Eddie Goes to Poetry City: Henry Stram
Ch. 2: The Mind King: David Patrick Kelly
Ch. 3: The Amateur Genius: T. Ryder Smith
Ch. 4: The Suburbanite: Dylan Davey
Ch. 5: The Hero Cadmus: Eric Magnus
Ch. 6: Samuel I: Danny Snelson
Ch. 7: Samuel II [part 1]: Richard Foreman
Ch. 7: Samuel II [part 2]: Juliana Francis

TERMINAL EXIT

2009-03-13T13:01:00.003-04:00

TERMINAL EXIT by Stephen Mosblech [2006]

old memory

+++

Do not distinguish.
What is: Perfectness of Experience.
Smile
smile.
Re-iterating
What it means
It means nothing
Ok. Ok
What remains of this
speaking of
Happiness.
It happened. OK
I sat there and stared at the floor. Who is this HENRY character.

It makes me feel good.
I’m sorry,
I’d like to crawl on the floor
when I didn’t feel this good.
[pause]
Endless now
If you feeling my body are aware.
Feel this body. If it makes you happy,
Touch Touch.

This is the worst existence.
This is the worst existence.

[HENRY is
Awaiting telephone.]

No. No. No. No.
Use your tongue here. Here.
I think you should drink this Henry.
Frank. Who is standing there.
[pause]
Wrong.
I really think you should drink this milk Henry.

HENRY: [pause]
The TV is playing a video; because I want to watch this video you should really watch this Television. Frank.

[TV on]
TV (sings):
Feeling it.
Without remorse.
Feeling it
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Reduces the mind.

I want you to meet someone Henry. Rhoda.
(pause)
What did you say your name was. Henry?

[exit Rhoda, lights go dim, Henry stares up at sun]

H. Yes. My name is Henry.

[Thud. Crew swarming on the table]

GET THE FUCK OFF THE TABLE
WHERE DID SHE GO TO.

L. What looked like it just happened really is impossible. Really is impossible.
I have nothing left to give Frank.
(pause)
What.

Emptiness. Emptiness.

I can’t move my leg.
(pause)
When I gazed at her I gazed into a pit of joy.

Exit Rhoda.

What was it.
What.
Hey Frank.
I want to introduce you to somebody Henry.
[thud]

[Henry crawled on the floor.]

I don’t write. I paint.
(pause)
Do you paint well.

All: Wrong. No. No. OK.
Memories don’t come back.
Where did Rhoda go.
I get so dissipated.
Where.

What is such disease.
Whatever disease it is bad I got it ok.
Yeah. Frank. I think I gonna die soon.
I think that I need to feel her again.

They made her exit.
(pause)
Rhoda had to leave.

When you empty your body by spitting out your body.
I cut myself off. OK. At the head.
(pause)
I am calling to you Rhoda.

Henry Henry Henry Henry

Come back.

No.
(pause)
Help me.

OK. Fine.

No.

Go away.

No.

[Exit Rhoda.]

I don’t feel what they have done to my hand.
Such distraction I think must be for a higher reason.
I don’t know.
I don’t know anymore.
I don’t think anymore about how to be ok inside.

HAPPINESS

If someone calls when I’m out.
[thud]
Don’t answer the phone.
(pause)

+++
Terminal Exit.
A Rhoda by Henry Death.
by Stephen Mosblech
+++

I do not believe this. I want it to be like this I want it to be just like this till we’re dead ok.

HENRY: Yesterday there was a landscape. Where.
(pause)
Hardly a day occurs.

RHODA: What.
I roll up my sleeves.
Rolling up her sleeves.
(pause)
Tears are shaken out.

This radiance. This collapsed radiance. Knock Knock
Knock Knock
Wheeee
Yeah. That’s interesting.

Interesting.

Interesting. Yeah. Ok. Ok.

It’s like a failure happened.

Fffffaaaiiiilinngggg. What.

It’s like a mind.

Yeah.
(pause)
What.
(pause)
Zero. Zero. Zero.
[laughing]

[A rock is placed on-stage.]

I didn’t say it.
Under the circumstances all words deceased. Except.

Nothingness

(pause)
I had this thought.
(pause) [Rock is removed.]
No. No.
(pause)
No.

Answer the question. Or I will LEAVE HERE FOREVER.
(reaching after rock) I wonder if this longing inside me generates an exterior feeling

I wonder if this longing in me-
My teeth have rotted.
(pause)
You’re special, because- your teeth have rotted. You’re not special- ok.
When everything is special you’re not special anymore.

Rhoda is the magic cipher
The magic zero.
Zero
Zero
Zero
Zero
Zero
Zero

You’re special to me.

Shut the fuck up.
(pause)
Henry.
(pause)
Henry.
(pause) They
Shut off my lungs and my teeth
Are rotting…again.

Yeah ok.

[black]

I told them to turn off the lights
They turned the lights off Rhoda.
(pause)
What.
(pause)
I feel I am missing something important.
I hope the phone still works.
I hope the phone will ring. Now.
(pause)
I forgot to think:
What is wrong with me.
Wrong.

NO THINKING SHITHEAD.
N o t h i n g n e s s.
N o t h I n g ness.

These lungs that shut off.

I am hungry.
(pause)
OK. But my teeth are rotting. I think it moved. Hey. I think they moved the rock.

Notice Notice Notice
(pause)
Wrong. Ok I can’t: Ok.

Rhoda: We reject speaking.
Rhoda and the angel
and the angel that
Inhabited her body.
Wrong.
What is Henry doing.
What is Henry doing.
At this moment.
At this moment.
At this moment.

Henry: Henry isn’t talking to anyone by a communication.
Don’t worry. Help me. Instead.
(pause)

ALL: YOU’RE the one You’re the one shut off your lungs. OK. OK. OK.

Happiness.
the PERSONS

Henry X
Rhoda X
Linda X
Frank X

0

RING RING

Hello
Who is there.
Hello
Hello
Who is on the phone.
Who is there please.

FRANK: Under the circumstances
Frank is lead on stage.

[Blindfold black strip around head]

Henry at phone.

the code is unbroken, repeat
zero
zero
zero
1 to reform a head 0
in bardo of Avidici Hell 0
children weep. In the lonely space of the fighter
air planes Zero Zero Zero Zero

0
VOICE:
Dear Henry.
Just remember:
You are never going anywhere.
Never.
Never.

[(off) You have never been here.]

What is it that wakes is death.
I sleep. You sleep. We sleep sleep sleep a new kind of terror.

Rhoda: I sleep. But when I sleep.
When she arrived.

Others: (point to head) Think Rhoda.

VOICE: What happened happened In the imagination.

RHODA: Rhoda thinks it is late at night because we have no bed to sleep in.

Henry: Wrong. Where did the bed go.

LEGEND+++
Just like the rock (i.e. NEVERMIND SHITHEAD).
+ ++

(pause)
Henry takes a step in which direction.
(pause)
After many twists and turns
Smile.
Smile.
Smile.

VOICE: What has happened.
What has happened

HENRY: Wrong. I said: I find a place in the shadows of the sun.
I can sleep in the closet. If I become tired.
After the occurrence of a new soul-twisting.
(pause, turns light on)
Darkness will perhaps blind me.

VOICE: A child weeps. Child dead.
I want you to think of what you see on stage as
eventually rotting. Pea-brain. Pea-brain soup.

pause

HENRY: I pity myself.

RHODA and LINDA: (softly) Notice. Notice. Notice.

VOICE: (overlap) OF WHOM IT CAN BE SAID.

HENRY: I no longer live. I do not desire to live. I continue to not desire to live.

[Rhoda and Linda enter closet. Lights out]

Voice: WHAT COMES NEXT.
NOTHING COMES
WHAT COMES NEXT
NOTHINGness.

Henry: It is late at night because I do not die.
What can equal my private Hell? All things resulting in affliction.
Living in such fear. I cry out for Hell.
(pause)

Child weeps.

[Rhoda slips out from closet.]

Voice: Quiet Please. Nothing Comes. Nothing Comes.

Frank. Linda Rhoda
Frank is disposed.

[Rhoda remove top. Linda turn away and sit down.]

What is this.
Yes she said I do forget
I do forget what has happened.

Rhoda: If you sealed up my eyes, cut off my arms and legs.
(pause)
Rhoda can’t move her leg.

[Rhoda offers milk]

The girl who can’t dance.
Went home to hell, while the Other girls.
(pause)

FRANK: I observed a new resultant, Henry plus milk.

HENRY: What are the difficulties it had now to confront, which it had to deal with, which it then had to manipulate around the void in its life that emerged.

[Henry drinks milk.]

Linda: I must not make a mistake I must not do the opposite.

RHODA: To what end did Henry drink milk.

Knock, Knock.
(pause)
I see inside your brain.
My eyes are flat. I have flat eyes and head.

VOICE:
LINDA IS DEAD ALREADY
LINDA IN THE OTHER ROOM HAS BECOME dead. YOU ARE Deluding yourself about Linda.

Looking closer.

Henry collapsed.

Particularly. I do not think.
Cruelty to persons is a crime.

[Rhoda hand over mouth]

Do not retreat from cruelty to persons is not a crime.

[exit Linda]

Maybe I think we can be happy.

Rhoda.

Frank.

1

RHODA: What are you doing Henry.

HENRY: It is not that I make a statement about inaction or I do not make a statement.

RHODA: [mutters] Just more shit.
My name is Rhoda. But I said: what are you doing here.

HENRY: Excuse me. What is your name. (hands over ears) No. No. No. No. (charges to wall, punching wall). Very well, thank you. I know the secrets of writing in INK.

Enter Linda.

ALL: I know the secrets.
I know the secret.
We ALL know the secret, Henry.

HENRY: FINE. Where is my pencil.

LINDA: I remember a song happened. Please forget the words. Please forget to sing. Zero. Zero. Zero. 1.

HENRY: What is Henry doing today.
(pause)
Look at this place. It looks like the self.
I was going to say.
Nothing Comes.

FRANK: [opens door] Do you really think so? Do you really think that about that?

RHODA: [cross to door] Get away from me. Her looks are altered. Her whole appearance changed.

LINDA (sings): Because my teeth were drilled out.
Because I am dead,

Henry: (who has fallen asleep Suddenly starts screaming) Who the fuck is Richard. My name is Henry. Who the fuck is Henry. Who the fuck is Henry.

RHODA: Nobody asked you to come here, you just showed up.

LINDA: Because my teeth were drilled out.
Examine your fingers.

VOICE: The silence says “Nothing”

HENRY and RHODA: Nobody asked you to come here and you just showed up.

LINDA: (mouth bleeds) The trouble is: this already happened.
Linda fails to express a process of bees in a glass house that is death eroding face if you stare into mirror too long.

FRANK: If it’s been fixed break it.
If it’s broken. It feels GREAT
Just remember:
(pause)
Smile
Smile.

Glass bottle thrown on.

LINDA: The message says. I know all your secrets and the pain and Frustration.
I know all about your pain and frustration. And I am sorry. To go INSIDE your special PLACE and FEEL your mental INTERIOR.

VOICE:
I’M SORRY. I AM SORRY.
I SAID.

FRANK: [Knocks on Linda-head] IS any one home. Any one in there, Shithead. Give me that bottle. I gotta piss. (goes to wall, punching wall. Silence.)

FRANK: We all know the secret Henry. Tell us the secret of writing in ink.

Rhoda unbuttons shirt. Exit Rhoda.

1
Henry sitting in chair. Long time. Enter Rhoda.

RHODA: I opened the door. I open a door. The door I opened appeared to open unto an unadjacent place.
(pause)
What are you doing. HENRY.

HENRY: Rhoda. I shall try and say. Yesterday, standing exactly here. I spoke. A singular venom, extracted from my tooth.

MUTILATION happens happens.

Rhoda. I shall try and explain.
What if I said my mind became stained by inactivity where all things merge with light and drilled into my ankles. Rhoda.

Of what unknown body seething with leaches.
The world egg.

[Frank punching wall.]

Happens. Happens.

RHODA: OK Henry.

HENRY (sings): Ten thousand were the spirits on chariots of wind
Ten Thousand were the spirits on chariots of wind

HENRY: When I speak I don’t move.

Frank: There is no use try and depart from HOME when you’re dead. I am so sorry for the pain and Frustration. Walking down the road, this road leads to hell, GOOD_BYE, Shit-head, It ain’t no use to die if I don’t vanish, nothing equals ten plus two is the soul dies and goes to hell, nothing, what do you think your mind does instead.

HENRY with MILK.

2

HENRY: Sitting in this fashion, too many eons to count, quiet prevents time. Sounds occur, dispersing a Henry.

Silence.
 It dawned: organs consisting of nothing. This is not expression, I am not a letter, I become failed, Rhoda too is failed, reduced so far even if we still could penetrate even if we signify could interpenetrate each other. Even if interpenetration of one of the organs of Rhoda by a rotting Henry-system signified it is impossible.

SAYING THE UNAVOIDABLE THING
MEANS SAYING THE IMPOSSIBLE THING
WHICH IS NEVER SPOKEN

Singing:

It is not real and
It is not apparent.

What do you think?
I am the sky.

My Clouds float in the sky in heaven
Fattened on blood
My Clouds are Clouds
Of visions.

FRANK: I feel like twirling, anyone want to twirl.

Frank: The door to the door that just opened for Frank.

Rhoda: My name is Rhoda without the D. Shithead. So saying. She parts the 9-fold flower curtain.
(pause)
Her hair a cloud
(Pause)
Her face departed.
Rhoda weeps.

Frank: I am at a loss.

Rhoda: Off-stage Linda is dead.

Frank: I loss my shoe.

Henry: It is just a thought. It was just a word, that entered my head on the way to hell, it went out again.

Rhoda: Henry rejects speaking again.

Linda: Tell me what happened when you were born, how it felt.

Frank: 1+ 1+ 1+

Linda: Wrong.
(pause)
Drop the Abstraction. Shithead.

Frank: Off stage Linda is dead equals exactly what it says.

VOICE:
I AM SORRY.
I AM SORRY.
I AM SORRY. I AM SO FUCKING SORRY RHODA. YOU CAN SKULL FUCK REALITY ANYWAY YOU WANT
ANYONE CAN SKULL FUCK REALITY ANYWAY THEY WANT

FRANK: ANYONE CAN CAN-CANNOT Exist.

LINDA and RHODA: SKULL FUCK RHODA and LINDA SKULL FUCK Rhoda and Linda X.
Just be free ok.
Freedom is the only way to attain not-dead.
Freedom is the only way you aren’t dead.

3
Henry and Rhoda embrace.

Henry: I love you, Rhoda. You are my sister.

Rhoda: Be careful. Henry.
(pause)
I came in through the door.
(pause)
I entered. Through the door.

Henry: I love you Rhoda. My departure is fixed. I must depart, it is not a disease.

FRANK: I see I am disturbing something.

Rhoda: Yes. Yes. Yes. Of course not. Henry. Did you pack a sweater.

Henry: Look at me. Rhoda. Aren’t I a person, I mean, not a corpse.

Rhoda: Henry (sobs).

HENRY: In my web-like heart, Rhoda
there is no comfort.
Gazing into pit of slugs
Writhing
Like this heart.
The world is such a pit.
Yesterday. Sitting in my chair, soundlessly almost not stirring, as is my wont, what have I done to anyone? I don’t know the details. Absolutely useless. It is useless. Action or not acting. A phone rang. The currents extract you, blown whither I do not know whither I was blown but the telephone-call happened. –Pack your bag, he said. Rhoda and a point and a time to be. Immediately I began to pack my bag. I emerged from my Principle.

GOT TO GET ORGANICIZED TODAY.
TODAY IS THE DAY. FOR AN ORGANIZATIOn

Get well
Get well,
Get really well Henry.

Henry: There is no use in abstraction.
The difference between us encloses us in absence.

Rhoda: Yes. Henry. I love you.

Henry: My train departs in 5 minutes. The deeper I stare into your face Rhoda I’m impaled.

Rhoda: By the vapid whiteness.
By the vapid whiteness, I am impaled, he says. How cold and unfeeling. I need to wash my face. Henry.

Rhoda to toilet powder face. Count to 300.
Henry check watch. Lift suitcase.
Entrails dumped on stage.
A mouse on a string dash cross stage.

Henry: I am this event, and the hands, strangling my neck.
God is a telephone cord.
In the damp sky.

Guts dumped on stage.
A mouse on a string cross stage. Awkward.

Rhoda: It is the most impossible thing to be born a human. It is important how wonderful life is. I keep saying: I should be happy. Rhoda. Be. Happy for Henry. Rhoda is happy for Henry. Like dirt on thumbnail of a vivid life. Such dirty hands.

Scrubs hands with brush in sink.
Henry sit on bench, stare.

HENRY: The dust. Ripping tears from my eyes, that careen down my cheek, like festival of idiots. Looking upon my eyes and see into my brain:
It plagues my consciousness; stop torturing this consciousness.

LINDA: Wait. Don’t open eye.

HENRY: I waited, lapsed and stupid, dread of the ink black land of hell droning into lungs like worms burst my skin feasting on my lungs.

LINDA: Words too are dust.

Linda Licks Dust from HENRY’s eye.

HENRY: Ow. I will sit in silence and solitude. Why don’t you leave me alone.

Exit Linda.

1

Rhoda returns.

Henry: Rhoda. Where were you. I have to leave in 5 minutes. My train will arrive 5 minutes Rhoda and I will depart. I’m sorry Rhoda. I love you. You will remain Here.

Rhoda I love you Henry.

HENRY Looking into your face Rhoda. I am impaled.

RHODA: I know I know I know. By the vapid whiteness. I need to go to the bathroom Henry.

Exit Rhoda.

Henry: Rhoda. My disease. Compels my departure. [the voice on the phone in minute detail, experience of calling] I meant to say my work I meant to say my work Rhoda.
Alas.

Rhoda: Henry.

Examine pencil from breast pocket.

Henry: Alas, my disease Rhoda. I’m sorry.
It is the effect of my intensity of interest. Impermanence has been left behind. And out of impermanence, little by little inched an angel. It didn’t fit in my suitcase.

Get your Suitcase, today is the day. To get Organicized inside.

I AM SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY.

HENRY: I just feel dead inside like I want to die.

FRANK: Admit it. Henry.
What isn’t broken already breaks.
Eventually the world breaks open
Eventually the whole place gets quiet and the silence breaks
down everything to MUD or puke or shit.
And everything is misused because
Its misplaced because it’s misrecognized
Because the real category doesn’t exist

Lightly: get well get sick
Henry
Drink your milk.
Get well get really well.
[Henry twirls]

Every time I do something I become worthless.
Can I have my lipstick. This place is hole in the inside my brain-chamber.

After she had gone I withdrew. And I departed my house. And remained here.

Something else failed. Rhoda failed and in due course I broke down and failed.
In due course the event occurred:
I said hello to Frank, and the door opened.
Frank has no legs.

Wind-beaten, battered, bloody
My personal dreams provoke derision.
Frank entered .
Hello. Hello. Hello

2009-02-08T00:21:00.004-05:00

My Heart Being Now Stilled [rehearsal; September 2008]

The Heart's Depths

2009-01-11T11:02:00.019-05:00

The Heart's Depths
a fragment by Stephen Mosblech

nowadays:
frank proceeded in lieu of rhoda
to undress

toward
himself

sick or unimpeded:
FRANK DECLARED: AHHH
declarative
but no
but no no no

AN established order can't not exterminating
I AM EVIL I AM EVIL I AM EVIL I AM EVIL
I AM EVIL I AM EVIL I AM EVIL I AM EVIL I AM EVIL I AM EVIL I AM EVIL I AM EVIL

but clearly you are sick to death
but since crippled standing there - please sit

shaking out her sleeves
she replied
and

with her aching
hands
cupped her rivered tits: NEXT TO ME OPEN THE DOOR FRANK

18 patients were brought in as were deranged
how many young girls
as were deranged
when such
from the country/side
on the opposite walls

and
aware and void separately

made to think
of the pretty flowers
in the countryside

It can't last. That I'll treat you as a mental patient - - that is as a bridegroom of the three worlds only by doing nothing to you.

In FAILURE OF DURATION, over and over,

you will always
as a bridegroom, Henry, be thrown from the heightSSS of success
THEREFORE ILLUSORY Henry

To what depths of the heart I plunged
The heart's depths.
Nothing

If the crisis doesn't come tomorrow, it will come after tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow but it will come today or after today that is.

Oh
Like a blue-bird
how like the wind
and the clouds
the wind

which had a terrible effect on audiences at the time, when they were expecting some sort of economic crisis.

There was a reaction.

I don't fetishize: "Stupid old Germany. I hate it over there." That castellates the mind and
dwarfs it. I don't just mean NATO -
no

no blind

One sees clearly
to the end see clearly - that there is no liberated Utopia, but the girl (sic) is burned.
She and is burning by her hatred.

actually she drinking a water and will eventually piss what she has consumed as a hair plucked from butter
that is
actually it is a

reflection
in the story of
it is the story of a crisis of conscience
economic consciousness

young man who is completely unconscious
young man who is incompletely
young man
who is unconscious

answer [anger], which explodes at the end now explodes as the fountain continues to run over and above the gunshot but there is an anger
as the fountain

[Labanta Bracos is played]

this song that I believe that an open street to happiness
persists up Rhodas cunt
like a timeless black highway

nowhere
nowhere
nowhere

Rhoda sings: won't you make love to me in my anti-witch craft suit song:

BARDO CONTINUES ___
we traveled WEST

seeking wastelands
that ceased reflect
till the moment
the old dreams gave out the world digested by the world
and their garbage subsided

and thought

fell from our eyes
till we had no eyes
in the Schreber-system or realm of mind consciousness
befuddled by dud miracles
and penisless and penniless
we begged on toward Mongolia

turn out that light you fuckers.
enter man
man sits at table
in the darkness
turns on light

holding out for vietnam where we our we no less real than our dreams would become real again
again
again
again
to no longer butterfly the illusion of non-girls
we'd butterfly out toward the sun in the socket of the black sun.

+++

ASBESTOS MAILER

2008-09-28T12:32:00.007-04:00

Download. Mail home from afar.

A Picture length sample of text [from My Heart Being Now Stilled Ontological version]

2008-09-24T10:48:00.005-04:00

HENRY II: Since human life is shit
I shat my brain out
yesterday
into this bag
the color of night.

ALL: Parade Parade Parade Parade

HENRY II: In order to participate in life's infinity.

VANDA: SMILE.

My Heart Being Now Stilled cross-media growth

2008-09-19T18:05:00.008-04:00

My Heart Being Now Stilled - gutted and more dead - will be restaged at the Ontological-Hysteric Theater on October 3, 2008 as a part of Sintesi/Dogpile a festival of 5 minute plays.
My Heart Being Now Stilled video-document in post-production. Available soon on youtube and here
My Heart Being Now Stilled is in recording sessions to become a sound piece.

This Man With Such Very Sad Eyes.

2008-09-07T22:27:00.011-04:00

We may at times admire him humming music to himself in an upbeat tone when he stands half naked before his mirror, a world-idiot, preening - exalted.

At First Backwards Glance

2008-08-13T13:57:00.017-04:00

My Heart Being Now Stilled written-directed by Stephen Mosblech

My Heart Being Now Stilled premiered at Hell Gate Social in Astoria on August 9, 2008 with the following cast:

the PERSONS

MITRA Levi Morger

ZHENKA Nikki Calonge

KOKOL Blake Habermann

+++

LOCATION: House consumed by fire. Men with Blowtorches Nazi ecstasy

+++

MITRA: Pointing now inside my eye.
Which is why I call it neither an eye or a gate of causality.

ZHENKA: Authority has no tongue. Mitra. I wouldn't say that.

MITRA: I don't move
I touch nothing
I keep separate.

ZHENKA: I wouldn't say that.

KOKOL: That cat is also...[mumbles]
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy.
What do you do here.

ZHENKA (whispering): Stupid shit. Stupid Shit.

MITRA: Zhenka what is wrong with your neck.

ZHENKA: They broke us, our will, became crushed.

MITRA: Claudius. In repose.

ZHENKA: I'm tired and bored with this. Ok.
I'm going over to the corner and sit down.

MITRA: Over by the garden Brunhilde and Claudius are fucking.

[Removes gloves]

KOKOL: Erosive sensitivity.
An erosive sensitivity
like a wind

MITRA: When, now, at this instant Being withdrawn, I remove, my gloved
hand- at this moment- when this manifests an ideal whiteness I
perceive my hand does not feel an earth. The world is nothing. I
create the world in reference.

[raise hand in salute]

MITRA and KOKOL: The world is representation on nothing. All plurality in reference to
this world in representation of nothing
Is represented in representation.
He hehe hehe.

KOKOL: Let's marry Zhenka and Mitra.

ZHENKA: My house being burnt to the ground.
My house being all-burnt to the ground. All being silent
With remembrance of children burnt in this house.

KOKOL: I went out unseen.
I descended to

MITRA: Purgation only gets more obscure and dreadful.

KOKOL: Enter OPHELIA.
She wail. I no I.

ZHENKA: I no I.
I no I anymore. Vanish like shadow

KOKOL: Exit OPHELIA
Such erosive sensitivity plague
these burned down house

MITRA: Keening whistle, as the wind
Plays on empty heads
Like emptied
And half empty jars.

ZHENKA: Mitra. I must be sick. I couldn't be this sick unless I were sick.

KOKOL: Mitra is puking.

MITRA: We need to get more glue Zhenka, but metal glue or floor glue. Then
we'll get married.

ZHENKA: I am the way to city of woe
On the way to eternal forsaken
This is the way to eternal forsaken
I am sorry
I am the daughter of happiness,
For isn't it not said
Lead not the children not onto freedom.
They will slaughter you they have no hope of death
Why are you running.
They will slaughter you hideously.

+++

ONTOLOGICAL PERFORMANCE POSTPONED TIL MAY

2008-07-23T21:48:00.005-04:00

Asbestos Project's residence in the Ontological Incubator postponed till May 2009.

+++
Upcoming work:
My Heart Being Now Stilled written-directed by Stephen Mosblech will premiere in In and Out of Days at Hell Gate Social in Astoria August 9, 2008.

In an abandoned landscape two cripples spew idiocy and tenderness. High on glue fumes, they become married and depart their house to buy more glue. A third, shaman, keeps the world spinning.

PERFORMED BY: Blake Habermann, Levi Morger and Nikki Calonge

WANING DAYS OF INDIA, minor adjustments on an old play

2008-06-02T06:02:00.007-04:00

Penal Colony by Stephen Mosblech

the Persons

Ivan
Leo
Leon
Frank
Sonia
Mascha
Woman
Man

Place: Siberia. Landscape.

I. Preparation of Fire.

Dim.

SINGING: Across the spinning plane
A word does come.
Across the spinning plane
[pause]

[Sonia exposed in obstetrician’s chair. Torso-head covered white draping.
Projection: Clinical image of Birth. Static blows over speakers, thud, cut to same image, thud, cut to same image, thud, cut to arctic landscape pan through landscape, thud cut to Clinical image of Birth.]

WOMAN (singing): Believe when I told you
the arctic sea is vast
Believe when I told you
there is no inner life.

ENTER BEARER WITH WORM-FETUS

MAN (singing): Rejoice
[organ]
Rejoice
[organ]
Arriving now.
[Bearer drop fetus on Sonia’s gentials, splash to floor. Ivan to fetus. Frank with Mirror forward]

IVAN: In the sun-light. These visions through my eyes
You’d see nothing. Born into my arms I witness my eyes blinded by illumination from my face iterating into my infant face. Worthless and Welcome.
Sonia you are my sister.

SONIA: No. No. No Ivan I am so ashamed, I am your sister.

VOICE: Not awake. Not even close.

SONIA: I will shut my eyes again and dream.

LEON: It cannot be said what is not done. Clutching the top while,
in ceasing revolvements.
I understand. Your pain IVAN.
[Lights candle, attempts to cross stage]

[RED AND BLACK WIRE CUT]

FRANK: When
I look out of myself.
At this moment, I wanted to sing.

LEON: The world like a top…just so
[indicated revolutions]
just so…
Give me one chance Ivan Andreyovitch.
[whispering]
I will discover a formless blankness to you.
Meet me here again Tomorrow.

ORGAN.
SINGING: REJOICE, REJOICE

FRANK [collapses]: Waves waves. From the dark green island of vision soften my skull.

IVAN [picks up axe, chops wood]: Wood cuts so easily.

FRANK: FROM THE EARTH THE UNIVERSE APPEARS LIKE SAND
FROM SPACE
I HAVE NEVER LOOKED BACK ON THE WORLD

IVAN: Oh God. The fire.

MASCHA: Ivan it is spring-time.

Enter Sonia, with child.

IVAN: Where did she go.

VOICE: The Human causes of Misery.

SONIA [collapsed]: Ivan, Ivan you beautiful child
With a giving heart.

IVAN [clutch head]: The Wind. Tunnels through my ears.

+++

Fence. Guard. Leo. Enter Ivan.

LEO: What do do you want here Ivan.

IVAN: I’m leaving for America.

LEO: Don’t don’t joke with me. This is not the place to joke with me. Ivan.

IVAN: No. What if because it is twilight, we should be intimate.

LEO: How is it that I standing before him like a worm and do not crawl under the earth toward God or at least a manifestation of my self.
+++

FRANK: When I sat in shrouds one night.
A wind blows.
It is a great astonishment, yes, it is a great astonishment:
Ivan traversed the sky in an airplane.

+++

FIELD. Ivan with Shovel.

LEO: I think: it will rain.
What do you think Ivan.

IVAN: My parents were Farmers. I don’t understand the weather.

LEO: Do you see I am planting flowers today in the skull
of the earth.
Sonia is clearly an angel.
And will examining my corpse for Lice. When genitals washed in vinegar do you see, for it is not in this life to be clean. Will you eat these Lice Ivan.
[pause, Ivan is struck in the head with a hatchet]
Remember me to Sonia.
IF you learn to paint Ikons of the saints…
BUT REMEMBER ME TO Sonia. IVAN.

2008-02-16T22:01:00.001-05:00

MACHINE GUN MY HAPPINESS

2007-12-10T19:43:00.001-05:00

Asbestos Project in residence at Ontological-Hysteric Theater
Nov. 2008
To present: Machine Gun My Happiness
a new play by Stephen Mosblech.

Like Julien Donkey-Boy on a Bicycle in Vietnam War. Only beauty of Black Rain, Black Sun at Noon walk on hands whirring toward upper Heaven. As idiot earth-cousin [Max] chanting the mud villages and magic water alleviations Rhoda out-flings from cracked-eye cracked-water jug laughter: Kannon's mind every moment.

No eyes, no hand and 11 heads 1,000 hands.
The blue sky, the black sky
clouds weaving rainbows leave no trace.

Camera staring at wall and a white door

2007-11-03T15:52:00.000-04:00

Just another mindless abyss
Odsherred Teater/FILM LAB

photo by christine fentz

a kind of mental petit objet a.

The Pendulum still swinging.

2007-11-02T07:28:00.000-04:00

VOICE: BLACK OF WHICH HEAVEN, the pendulum still swinging.
Were he to go to the Bathroom now
He would be pissing on the mirror of his own mind.

[Paul drools into cup held over bucket.]

PAUL: If I were the mufti man...
MAX: SINCE I AM THE MUFTI-MAN, MUFFLED by whose hands in my mouth
I'd be dead
you'd be dead.

(Already dead.)

VOICE: GOD'S HANDS GOD GOD

PAUL: Oh.
[pause]
New beginning New Life and
No beginning
and the world turns as the mind adrift in rivulets of pure
[pause]
pure
[gapes mouth]
mind.

NANA: Look how you look in the mirror Paul. You look happy.
[pause]
If we sniffed glue together.
[pause]
No. No.
Too soon. For that pleasure. For that peak of inhuman pleasure.

[Others drop sugar cubes in glasses of water and stir looking up to heaven, drums from Battle of Algiers begin.]

ALL: (murmur) The Blue sky.

KOLBINN (sniffing glue): BLACK OF WHICH HEAVEN OF WHICH HEAVEN Get back in here carcass and fuck your mother in the mirror again again.
Again.
[sniffing glue]

ALL: BLACK OF WHICH HEAVEN OF WHICH HEAVEN

KOLBINN: When you count if you start with 1 you never get past 1.
1 1
[pause]
1 again.

PAUL: Don't start with zero don't start with any number.

NANA: OK Paul. Tell me about how you feel.

PAUL: OK. I SEE
MYSELF ON THE WALL MOVING AS THE LIGHT DIMS AND MEMORY DIMS
I WILL REPEAT MY COMPLETE LIST OF SORROWS AND JOYS:
THE WORLD CAME CRASHING DOWN
AND AT THE MOMENT THE WORLD CAME CRASHING DOWN
THE WORLD CAME CRASHING DOWN.
AND THE FLICKERINGS OF BARDO LACKING NOTHING I NEVER THOUGHT I’D MEET SO MANY PEOPLE WITH THEIR HEADS CUT OFF.
LOOK AT YOU AND YOU’RE PERFECT.

MAX (singing): For the Bible tells me so.

PAUL: DO EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT RIGHT NOW
DO EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT AT ANY SINGLE MOMENT
EVERYONE DOING EXACTLY WHAT THEY WANT THEIR WHOLE EXPENDED IN THIS WAY.

NANA: NOTHING STOPS YOU DOING EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT RIGHT NOW.
DOING EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT RIGHT NOW
EVERYONE DOING EVERYTHING.

[MAX has been walking around in high-heeled boots, saying: 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1]

MAX: 1 1 1 1 1 1
Gee whiz, Paul, that's great, god said. I have no legs: whole world just two legs. Tell me more about you.

Regenerative psychology.

2007-10-29T15:32:00.000-04:00

[Nana riding bicycle as if sunny day in the countryside.]

PAUL: Sand trickles in
[twirls finger in magic circle]

[Removal of hood KOLBINN blue face.]

KOLBINN: You look like your mother. If you want to be a winner first you fuck your Father, you’re gonna fuck him Paul I can feel you’re gonna fuck your Father then you fuck your sister. Then you fuck your mother.
You’re gonna be a winner Paul. Take this candle, penetrate original face with your diamond mind bones, you’re gonna do that today.

New Advice. After the Love-In at Odsherred Theater Center.

2007-10-26T08:40:00.000-04:00

[NANA is riding a bicycle. PAUL lights candle.]

Heedless and Godless
Headless Headless Headless
A new kind of climbing the wall:
Get on your bicycle
And ride through the Jungles of Vietnam.
Get on your bicycle and ride from Nha Trang to Lao Cai dissecting all the mountains on this new machine with three-wheels.

Maybe take your bicycle Paul. Try going real fast around in a mental circle.

No. No.
Yes. No.

God calling my number plus nothing, now nothing. I not hang up phone on the communications from distant mind-land of webs of vast silence.

Try answering the phone when the floor collapsed
since I have no legs to speak from
Besides the category of experience that outgrows through the mind-holes or a rent in the day-sky of experience.
Speaking now from that place.
[gapes mouth]

False Starts toward Happiness on the 20th I'll see Mr. Lonliness Tapdancing a couple days later.

2007-09-10T13:29:00.000-04:00

[Man table, lamp. Lamp darkens.]

Man: With the lights of my life
out
Stare at wall
and blind
when stare at my foot past the mud villages...
[mouth gapes]

Boy: Life fragile.
Grandfather
like
this candle blow out.
too-pure-existence-in-world.
Grandfather, left-cancered eye
from sunlight.
[scatters pennies]
Help, butcher excise-cyst.
Foot not.

[Man stands. Enter Butcher enter Other Man.]

Other Man: In the ten worlds of th directions
no no I mean in worlds of the in the
worlds of 10 directions no no
I mean If I were there you'd be there too cause I CAN'T SEE WHAT TIME IT IS IN THE DARK WITH MY GLASS OF SUGAR WATER AND THE NON-DIRECTIONS THAT COME AFTERWARDS
ELEVATING WHICH OF TWO HANDS AND STRIKE IN HEAD WITH

VOICE: Up up up up toward the grey sky.

[hood applied to head, sits in chair Center stage. Butcher on manacle BOYS foot, Man wither backwards to chair in shadows.]

MAN: IN THE TEN WORLDS HURTLING OUT
FROM TEN DIRECTIONS FROM SKULL
[black skull thrown on, cracks open]
I thought most beautiful thing of world can-be: Vietnam Jungle.
Not single human life lost, just mercy just noise of wind in the jungle
not one American soldier died and all their civilians.

[Enter cripple girl. Cripple forward.]

GIRL: I going read poem
[collapse expose self, stand expose self enter old man with plastic bucket.]
It pisses and it pisses and it pisses
[pause]
Time and therefore the self bleeding backwards.

VOICE: For if this body comparable to the universe...

MAN: In absence of self from head, when mind is submersed, in this absence. You desire cut off my foot, look at eye?

Summation of FORM EQUALS NOTHINGNESS

2007-07-14T18:15:00.000-04:00

FORM EQUALS NOTHINGNESS
written
designed
directed
stephen mosblech

[Module 1] Gabor and Cyd Become Free
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Two vagabonds intrude into a landscape and start killing things until it is dead.

[Module 2] The Zone
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A mother-son pair starve in agony of longing in a corpsed room where desire and emptiness pinwheel around: love-hate-love-hate.
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[Module 3] Blue Eyes, Red Velvet
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Henry attempts to live in harmony with his self, realizing:

1. This is the worst possible existence. 2. Conscious-mind thinking is an abscess.3. The world's careen incessantly articulates your highest will and desire.
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[Module 4] Excursion Minus Landscape
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Despite last minute postponements Henry makes good on his promise to "penetrate the landscape".
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More and More Dust poured out of the sun

2007-06-16T09:40:00.000-04:00

House. Lamp on table, dark room.

[LEO face in hands moaning. Phone rings. LEO stands.]

LEO: More and more dust poured out of my eye
standing
at the bottom
[lifts candle]
of my head with my hand out-reached toward the phone.
As the world turns.
I forget what has happened.

[EMMA enters peripherary]

VOICE: In summer it gets old outside. In the spring it gets warmer.

EMMA: Leo, Leo Where are you.

LEO: Because I elevate this candle, like a martyr enwrapped in plasmas emitting from mind-holes and holes of it's 100-year corpse; I scrape my tongue clean.
[rakes tongue with fingers; others rake tongue clean with fingers pause]
How did you get in here, Emma. I was just doing the accounts.

EMMA: The door was open Leo.

LEO: You are the substance of my dreams
Heinrich called on the phone again Emma
[pause]
Asking Leo to come to the phone into whose ear, stuffed with worms and shrapnel, is driveled about such actions and by actions I mean choices to commit certain things you did in the past.

EMMA: Leo, we must get out of this room,
we must go somewhere else.
Let's get in the car.
Racing down a Highway.
Racing down a Highway to the beach
her blond hair is scraped by a wind.

LEO: Frank hasn't fixed the car yet Emma.

EMMA: We must get out of this room,
we must go somewhere else.
[pause]
Ach Leo. It is not raining again.

Thoughts and opinions on Madam Bovary. 2.

2007-06-12T12:12:00.000-04:00

Arriving as if on a wind
As if like an arrow out of my head

FRANK: Arriving as if on the wind
or like sand out-flung, into the ocean.

DAWN OF A NEW DAY
IN THE FRENCH COUNTRY-SIDE.

LAND WHERE MY FATHER DIED
WHERE MY FATHER
LAND WHERE MY FATHER DIED
LAND WHERE MY FATHER DIED
TO THEE I SING

EMMA: This is my Berthe.

[EMMA and BERTHE hold hands, BERTHE holds fetus jar-in hand.]

Beach-environment becoming farm-scape.

LINDA: Whosoever has no house
has no mind
Whosoever has no mind
she will depart
on the autumn wind
travels on the autumn wind
with no hope without limns,
her perfect heart
There is no wind,
she will depart
she will depart

LEO: God watches over us, Emma.
EMMA: Do you think so. Ach. Leo.
[raise hand to head]
FRANK [crawling]: You're so good women, Mrs. Bovary.
EMMA: Removing soft glove.
After raise such hand to her head.
FRANK: And she whirled around the room, as if hesitating and reeling.
ALL: THAT'S EVIDENT.
THAT'S EVIDENT.
MADAME has Brain-sick
worm in her head.
EMMA: Yes, dear Berthe, all the good-light went into Mummy's brain. Be good girl for Mommy. Mommy has depart now.

OLD MADAME BOVARY: WHAT a din of worms, and lethargy, in my old ear.
Yes.
IF I am possessed of visions.
MY hand, my hand where has it gone.

[EMMA is eating handfuls of arsenic from sealed jar Frank has furnished her with]

OTHERS SINGING:
Mindless and Mindless and Mindless and Mindless and Mindless.

Thoughts and opinions on Madam Bovary

2007-06-08T08:31:00.000-04:00

Arriving as if on a wind
or like sand out-flung, into the warm-murmuring ocean.
[village bells:
Whosoever has no house
no home; no home ever.]

LEO: God watches over us, Emma.
EMMA: Do you think so. Wait. Leo.
[raise hand to head]
FRANK [crawling]: Emma, we love you, you're a good woman.
EMMA: Raising her hand to her head.
VOICE: YOU GOOD WOMAN
FRANK: She whirl around the room, I see her heart-strings, pulling all the sun-light into her brain. WHAT a din of worms, and lethargy, in my old ear.
Yes.
IF I am possessed of visions.
MY hand, my hand where has it gone.

OTHERS SINGING:
Mindless and Mindless and Mindless and Mindless and Mindless.

PERFORMANCE UPDATE. Asbestos Project at HERE Arts.

2007-05-10T12:09:00.000-04:00

design by Celina Paiz
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NOT JUST AT THE ONTOLOGICAL!
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COME AND SEE the world happen in miniature. FORM EQUALS NOTHINGNESS in:

BO DI LY DISTORTIONS |:
FRI. 5/25 AND Sat. 5/26 at 8.30 pm at HERE Arts Center
145 6th Ave. (between Spring & Broome, enter on Dominick)
For Tickets & Information:
www.here.org / 212-352-3101
$15/12 General, students.

BO DI LY DISTORTIONS |: Why is this life sometimes so sad, sometimes so happy? How it rends the mind-body in pieces.
NEW! Elaborations of work developed in the Ontological Incubator and brand new work. TWO NIGHTS wonder and sadness only!

1. In RINDUNELE [Stage I. Depersonalization] a young woman searches through a collage of past and present lives for a man she has never seen. / Written-directed by Christine Vartoughian / Sound distortion and design by Andrew Armstrong / Performances by Daniel Doubet, Xander Duffy,and Rebekah Nelson

2. DEBURU* [the soul eater] is inspired by “monsters” encountered while interning at Richard Foreman's Ontological-Hysteric Theater [New York] and during the course of The Bridge Project [Kyoto], such monstrosity attacks people utilizing beauty and illusions.
Written-directed by Yuto Kurosaka / Technical Director Risalisa / Costume Designer Miho Kobayashi /Cast: Yoshito Sakuraba, Meg Hahn, Philip Buuck and Miho Kobayashi / * This performance was developed in the Incubator Program at the Ontological-Hysteric Theater. Film footage created as a part of the Bridge Project, supported by Kyoto Art University.

3. FORM EQUALS NOTHINGNESS* follows a throng of characters inhabiting a noh-influenced world, where the central player, Henry, is stripped of the delusion of identity. He progresses toward a turbid state of consciousness that penetrates him deeper at every turn.
Written-directed by Stephen Mosblech / Lighting designed with Eduardo Band / Cast: J. Avellone, Nikki Calonge, Dylan Davey, Blake Habermann, Yuto Kurosaka, Levi Morger and Jon Neidich. / *Originally developed and performed in OHT Short Form Incubator Program. / chashama provided residency support for the creation of Form Equals Nothingness / chashama is a NYC arts organization whose mission is to support artists of all genres. chashama "adopts" vacant properties that are donated by their owners and converts them into theaters, galleries, studios, and window performance sites; chashama then regrants this space for free or at heavily subsidized rates. Since 1995, chashama has transformed more than 20 vacant properties and has given more than 5,000 artists access to space.

Asbestos Project

Confidence Man.

The Happy.

Display

india paris.

A Hanging.

The Light from Heaven

inside.

fragments.

sleep.

departure.

girl head and girls and white van and girls at thai bar

street.

copenhagen west.

home.

night tree.

mirror.

Best Kind of Freedom

A Spring Like Day

Limelight

Rhoda is thinking of her obsessions.

Anamorphosis (TOTENKOPF KBH)

The Sun is Green Leaves

A Spring Like Day - Episode 5: L-U-V

STAKEOUT BROADCASTS TONIGHT

from Neon Fever Dreams *sweden*

A Spring Like Day, Episode 1: Home, Sweet Home premieres tomorrow at midnight

A SPRING LIKE DAY OFFICIAL SITE

the pain of love in sverige

BROADCAST DATES {A Spring Like Day}

shibari - SCENE 1 EPISODE 1 WHEN (rope-master) FRANK KILLS RHODA IN A SPRING LIKE DAY

Detective John K. SKOOG

FRANKS PHILOSOPHY (entropy)

A SPRING LIKE DAY

A Spring Like Day

Dream Body [stills]

Bill is helping Frank write a letter to Rhoda {or Hammerhead}

FRANK AND RHODA PORTRAITS (please don't struggle)

BLUE AND GREEN DREAMS FOR HUMANITY

Is Rhoda Bored With Her Life?

HAUNTED HOUSE - Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung - media page

HAUNTED HOUSE FRANKFURT VIDEO

STASIS

The Ecstasies of Le Corbusier (Haunted House Frankfurt)

DINNER AND MOVIE INSIDE

RHODA (whinging): I just love Dumbland cartoons!

The future is on fire.

Ritual Love-Dance

NOISE denmark

AND IF WE OPENED OUR HEARTS {XIPE TOTEC} to the black seething body

In Print

It hurts so much in Frankfurt; please attend a Haunted House

OAHU (the beauty of islands)

Getting Ready for Death [BARDO OF HOUSES] outside-top-basement

Le Corbusier DEATH-PLAY

Le Corbusier reincarnated as Jim Jones final expression of love for efficient houses in the world

Beautiful Dancing (want to make)

Staedelschule Preview

RHODA always loved a good party.

LE CORBUSIER ROOM #1 (at Staedelschule OKTOBER 2010)

Frank Goes to Frankfurt - OKTOBER 30, 2010

Candle Hearts at Cabinet Magazine - May 25, 2010

blurry rehearsal [candle hearts]

RHODA DEATH MAY SHOW

beautiful for film

CANDLE HEARTS (final)

UPDATED

WILLIAM BURROUGHS WILLIAM TELL ROUTINE FRAGMENT

Building

Nobody Live

PLAYOGRAM

PINKU: a video sketch

UPCOMING! No-Body audiobook!

TERMINAL EXIT

The Heart's Depths

ASBESTOS MAILER

A Picture length sample of text [from My Heart Being Now Stilled Ontological version]

My Heart Being Now Stilled cross-media growth

This Man With Such Very Sad Eyes.

At First Backwards Glance

from Neon Fever Dreams sweden