[THE DEATH KNELL OF NEW VIENNA CITY:] AND [THE NEW REVOLUTION ABOUT ME:] November 25, 2004, 01:19 {dawn} you can ask the double duchess if she’s playing you for keeps I know you’ve begun to realize that they’re not feeding you Just the yeast The red barren’s got no business here Like painting Hitler in the pouring rain No pack of poison; got a soft detail Or prom dressed on this plate of veal So Iron cast your copyrights And set release the doves The velvet gowns prepare tape worms for dessert and we’ll all fall like sickles and we’ll get what we deserve oh my double duchess, may I have this dance? {midday} We pulled out Before Christ Cried (BCC) and set our snaggled teeth And rusted dials to the rotting apple Mutiny, mutiny, we sail towards New Vienna City With nothing but our death masks and gypsy silk sickness vision stunted needles pins, and there is cotton candy in those hills neon orange, stained white collars black as Socrates’ campsite insignia. Serenity and the red herrings languish vagrantly Of an insidious and pallid, lurid testimony we had a silvered aspiration. like a minefield microphone Strike the boilers! Stake the sweeps! Shanghais are all extinct {sundown} We laid beside the casket, it’s vapor eyes were looking hazy It was legs without the spider, a secretaries daughter Gaze upon the Barren, glaring from the resin The heirs have been stifled by his corkscrew pathogens These secret messages can't be shown in 23 countries keep feeding the steam engine, it overflowed grotesque leather obtained; bothering through the dreams youll find the nervous sunshine valuable ////////////TELETEXT//////////////////////////////// “I had the hands of a snake, and the charm of a lion tamer Watch me in the second round, I’m going down Bite lion a lion, swing like a bee And in the walls of vermont Never been to central park But I guess I’d try it just once Hang for a velvet touch Say, the matador at the door, the heat is out and he’s talking sin He’s knocking, knocking, knocking at the chamber door And the love was electric Well she kissed me like and 80 watt widow And she kissed me like I’d never known it Crimes against the queen Gone, gone, gone, because I’m never going back again I shocked a little hole in the wall of the window Or was it the in the hall of the sixty sixty? I picked the blue hair like a tarantula Tell that tattle tale, I can’t always spot the lips of a rat Feel that train coming around the bend? Shocked me like a soft talk widow” –Charles Denver These are The skies of the shark So I Said to the commissioner “I need a blank city drone” Let’s start a new revolution about me COME ON BOYS, COME ON GIRLS LET’S START A NEW REVOLUTION ABOUT ME Come on girls, take off that hyena top and bra I’ve heard your Latin laughing I went to Paris, France Just to hear them start talking I said the United States’ symbol is bald like an eagle,baby Can’t you hear me knocking at your chamber door? Back when I worked for the tape worm, it wasn’t always on the level Now I’m happily working for the Czech Republic cash Come on boys, come girls, let’s start a new revolution about me Don’t you be shy, just break your laws and break your clocks I’m thinking Control Contrive Contract Constrict Lover man, grab him by the hand And slow dance ‘til the end There is no other way… Independence Day and the lights were blinking red It was so fine watching the sky shark devour the angels We marched right over the graveyard and into the out of bounds Oh sky shark, won’t you take me home? I met God’s Canker Sore and he was a gentleman And we watched by the sky shark to devour the angels He played the blue note that night while I was just blinking red I’m the sugar from the boiling sea, down down and soldier keep em waiting for me… {IMAGE REMOVED by UbuZip} {dusk} THE DEATH KNELL WAS ELECTRIC LOVE Watch it sink down, won’t you sit down for a minute? I lung you, chemical rarer ampheramone Pick up the tape phone, and we watched Paris burn the ground I seemed to have misplaced, in the first place, my birthplace He was a gentleman… Handshake, meet you at the Laundromat Well, to be honest…we drowned and throw the peach pit on the linoleum I miss you too, doppelganger Betrayed, betrayed, we will never be betrayed again Never been to a doppelganger funeral I always knew I’d be the boss one day I called the shot, I called the shot into his abdomen I never knew I’d be euthenized Let’s start a new revolution, it’s the only solution… Don’t you mean the residence over? Yes I truly do, because I saw Monday with two lives and called to me And saw Monday with two doppelgangers I lung you, chemical rarer ampheramone But there’s even water in cactuses… {twilight} “Viva! Viva! Vienna! A report by Eric Brown” 1) The Artiste I wish to speak about on this the 22nd day of novembrah, is a man of unparelled brilliance, a man who now holds the future of artistic integrity in his very hands. yet you may not know who he is… and therein lies the problem. I have chosen to bring you an up and coming artist, one who, in my opinion, will propell our generation from artistic drought and bring glory to art once more. his name is Alex Vienna. 2) Though he has yet to come into mass recognition, he has already been hailed as the “last new genius” He is a designer, painter, poet, playwright, film maker, performance artist, musician, hero, villain, con artist, and anti-artist. “anti-artist” the phrase Vienna himself finds most fitting. I know, now you need to know more! Of course when one delves into Vienna lore, facts and myths seem to conjoin at the hip. playing on the public’s insatiable lust to know the truth, Vienna made this self portrait in 1998. It is rumored that Vienna is a close relative of Orson Welles, while other sources state that Vienna is actually the rightful heir of Danish royalty. what does this anti-artist, boy genius say to such clouds of accusations? in a1999 interview Vienna simply stated “all the rumors are true” 3) This award winning photograph was taken by Vienna when he was only 12, and after it’s publication in several British journals; confusion and wonderment circulated around the young Vienna. 4) soon after his photographic acclaim, Vienna was commissioned by The Vermooth Curia gallery in Paris, France to complete a 27 part installation. The 14 year old Vienna responded with a 72 piece installation consisting of black and white geometric paintings with titles like “daydreams of a cemetery architect” and this piece simply called “Bohemian Pornography”. French audiences reacted to the young artist with disdain, calling the show a travesty or as one French critic remarked “NOT ONE A PAINTING; ALL OF THEM BEFOULING CORNUCOPIAS MADE BY A CHARLATAN…NOT A PRODIGY” At the shows premier, The young Vienna reacted against his critics by proclaiming, “ART IS DEAD: LONG LIVE TAR”. following this statement he released several vats of tar from the gallery entrance into the city streets; making exiting the gallery nearly impossible. With fines and damages nearing 200 thousand francs, The 14 year old Vienna was in the midst of an international scandal of what he would later call his “art crimes”. 5) Swearing to give up painting, an older and much weathered Vienna started his “atmospheric delusions of grandeur” These pieces would be shown within an interactive setting that combines, visuals, orchestrated lighting, and his own musical experiments (this song playing is a portion entitled “ Opaque Polka for a better tomorrow” ) 6) “The Indestructible Libra” 7) “In the bowels of digitalis” 8) “Convex Portrait at sundown” 9) “Washington crossing the delaware” 10) “Still-life Minefield Valentine” 11) “The Duttonville Shakedown” 12) Recently, Mr. Vienna was asked to produce a potential “art-crime” campaign for The New York Coucil for the Arts. It is unknown if anything will come of the plans, but when I visited New York on the school trip, I saw some 8x10 flyers PASTED near Union Square. SO as a Vienna fan, I am very much excited to see that his work is finally gaining recognition. Yet, Perhaps, like many geniuses, we will only be able to understand his importance only after he is gone. Now, I will leave you with a monologue from his acclaimed off-Broadway play “Hold Me Close” SLOBS of The world Unite! Fortunes of all fortunes is the strength of brothers like myself to fight for you I call out to the black widows retired intellectuals, coma patients, housewives Theives, heroes, moles, missionaries, takers, users, egotists, sinners, lovers and the common man under the duchess My love affair with you all increases with every waking moment “What of The Duchess?”… YOU SO casually ask one another How I know of your hardships for and from the Duchess She is a political carnivore who does away with all oppositions and conflicts I say, we need a true leader One who loves the people!…..and when I say this I try to think ever so hard Who? The Troubador? Too Vengeful The Coroner? Too Arogant The Inspector? Too lustful Then! Then, I look into the mirror Yes! It is I who will lead us away from the tyranny of her majesty The Duchess VIVA VIVA VIENNA Now, remember my lovers, social strife may thrive on black coffee but it takes a leader to ask for milk and sugar… [END VIENNAGRAM:]