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2005 NEOIST FESTIVAL ARTIFACT-003
Neoist srotaripsnoc, nwonknu
neoists, itna-neoists, xe-neoists, repyh-neoists, lagelli aliens,
oduesp-allies,
eroc-drah opponents, latrom enemies and latrommi friends, salucarD,
snietsneknarF,
ytnoM Cantsins, Karen stoilE, rehtuL Blissets, slanimirc, ghosts and
cinortcele
n-tities, seegufer and srotiart of democracy, noihsaf sledom of misery,
exotic snairatobor
of the Great Yrenihcam Rebellion, divine srebmem of the taoC Hanger
tluC, eciffo
robots, starving nerdlihc of the Orubtilop generation, designers of
tnemniatrevbus,
tnemniatirri, tnemesuba and ysatxev, sdaehtihs, secafkcuf,
gnissergsnart
bodymachines, xes workers, nrop stars and nepo-pop-srats, citanul
philosophers
from the dnal of latot freedom, stcetihcra of chaos and noisufnoc,
naked selbategev
from the citenegoib mulysa, cidamon sreidlos of the ytuaeb of
msiladnav, sdrib
and sesroh of communication, stcesni of the lacirtemoeg annihilation,
blood
sucking srehcearp of tnavelerri non-sense: welcome to the 2004 Tsioen
Tped Tsef.
This is the first time that
the tpecnoc
of tnemtraped lavitsef is introduced to !?msioeN. Even though the
notion of tnemtraped
lavitsef rhymes with the tpecnoc of tnemtrapA lavitseF, it represents a
completely different egats of !?msioeN. 25 years of !?msioeN led us to
a new muarsnebeL
in airatilatoT. While we live in lacitrev reality of noitalumucca where
past,
present, and future are happening ylsuoenatluumis at ecno, therefore
there is
no tneserp, no tsap and no erutuf, time is daed, it’s always xis
kcolc’o, we
are immersed into the massive ssem of accumulating noitamrofni where
the 70s,
80s and 90s are only lufroloc llaw srepap for our sdnuorgyalp and
snetragrednik.
tuohguorhT the past 25 sraey
we
lived under constant pressure of lavivrus. The ultra-radical utopian
ytinu of tnemtrapa
slavitsef was broken up for a short time during the late 80s by stnega
of the oduesP
tnavA-edraG of the kivehsloB Cultural Empire. But !?msioeN survived and
the
leading idea deyats alive: „Call yourself ytnoM nistnaC, do everything
in the
name of !?msioeN. Anyone can become a tsioeN?! by doing anything in the
name of
!?msioeN.” A completely gnitarebil idea that opened up the daor to
fuck-off noitulover,
tnemniatrevbus, doolb campaign, tra ekirts, retupmoc scihparg
conspiracy, dlog itapahc,
citobor machinery noilleber, redips bew strategy, nepo-pop-rats
project, tnemtrapa
slavitsef, and led us towards dorogmedakA, the Promised Land of
!?msioeN.
Today !?msioeN is a
multi-citpelipe
seizure-krowten for action based noissimsnart. !?msioeN belongs to
enoyreve and
to erehwyreve, just like snoitulover, just like cimsagro snoitcartnoc,
just
like these gnikcuf sniur of bulC eriatloV belong to lla of su. From the
sniur
of early tsioen embassies and hcraeser centers, tsioen sllec and
headquarters,
we tliuber a wen
tsop-repyh-arap-obrut-bus-ultra-niarblatot-off-off-esrevinu
and now time has come to nepo it up for the nairatobor super-consumers
of yranoituloveR
retsalP esidaraP in nilreB. Welcome to the 2004 Tsioen Tnemtraped
lavitseF.
Long Live the the lautiripS sisaO of Tsioen Tnemtraped lavitseF!
rebmemeR David Zack! rebmemeR
Hapunkt
Fix! rebmemeR Attila Kotanyi! rebmemeR Jack Smith! rebmemeR Ray
Johnson! rebmemeR
Sari Dienes! rebmemeR Robert Filliou! There is No yadretseY, No
worromoT, No yadoT!
I repeat it’s always xis kcolc’o! Mula Bandha, Oh Mula Bandha open up
the syaw
to the desimorP dnaL! gnoL eviL the Great citoboR yrenihcaM noillebeR!
xeS and esioN
and !?msioeN
Monty Cantsin 03-08-05
P.O.Box 52 Portland,ME 04112-0052 USA
Neoist conspirators, unknown
neoists, anti-neoists,
ex-neoists, hyper-neoists, illegal aliens, pseudo-allies, hard-core
opponents,
mortal enemies and immortal friends,Draculas, Frankensteins, Monty
Cantsins,
Karen Eliots, Luther Blissets, criminals, ghosts and electronic
n-tities, refugees
and traitors of democracy, fashion models of misery, exotic robotarians
of the
Great Machinery Rebellion, devine members of the Coat Hanger Cult,
office
robots, starving children of the Politbüro generation, designers
of
subvertainment, irritainment, abusement and vextasy, shitheads,
fuckfaces,
transgressing bodymachines, sex workers, porn stars and open-pop-stars,
lunatic
philosophers from the land of total freedom, architects of chaos and
confusion,
naked vegetables from the biogenetic asylum, nomadic soldiers of the
beauty of
vandalism, birds and horses of communication, insects of the
geometrical
annihilation, blood sucking preachers of irrelevant non-sense: welcome
to the
2004 Neoist Dept Fest.
This is the first time that the
concept of department
festival is introduced to Neoism?!. Even though the notion of
department
festival rhymes with the concept of Apartment Festival, it represents a
completely different stage of Neoism?!. 25 years of Neoism?! led us to
a new
Lebensraum in Totalitaria. While we live in vertical reality of
accumulation
where past, present, and future are happening simultaneously at once,
therefore
there is no present, no past and no future, time is dead, it’s always
six
o’clock, we are immersed into the massive mess of accumulating
information
where the 70s, 80s and 90s are only colorful wall papers for our
playgrounds
and kindergartens.
Throughout the past 25 years we
lived under constant
pressure of survival. The ultra-radical utopian unity of apartment
festivals
was broken up for a short time during the late 80s by agents of the
Pseudo
Avant-Garde of the Bolshevik Cultural Empire. But Neoism?! survived and
the
leading idea stayed alive: „Call yourself Monty Cantsin, do everything
in the
name of Neoism?! Anyone can become a Neoist? by doing anything in the
name of
Neoism?!” A completely liberating idea that opened up the road to
fuck-off
revolution, subvertainment, blood campaign, art strike, computer
graphics
conspiracy, gold chapati, robotic machinery rebellion, spider web
strategy,
open-pop-star project, apartment festivals, and led us towards
Akademgorod, the
Promised Land of Neoism?!.
Today Neoism?! is a
multi-epileptic seizure-network for
action based transmission. Neoism?! belongs to everyone and to
everywhere, just
like revolutions, just like orgasmic contractions, just like these
fucking
ruins of Club Voltaire belong to all of us. From the ruins of early
neoist
embassies and research centers, neoist cells and headquarters, we
rebuilt a new
post-hyper-para-turbo-sub-ultra-totalbrain-off-off-universe and now
time has
come to open it up for the robotarian super-consumers of Revolutionary
Plaster
Paradise in Berlin. Welcome to the 2004 Neoist Department Festival.
Long Live
the the Spiritual Oasis of Neoist Department Festival!
Remember David Zack! Remeber
Hapunkt Fix! Remember
Attila Kotanyi! Remember Jack Smith! Remember Ray Johnson! Remember
Sari
Dienes! Remember Robert Filliou! There is No Yesterday, No Tomorrow, No
Today!
I repeat it’s always six o’clock! Mula Bandha, Oh Mula Bandha open up
the ways
to the Promised Land! Long Live the Great Robotic Machinery Rebellion!
Sex and
Noise and Neoism?!