Thursday, May 03, 2018

Robert Mapplethorpe and the Awesome Surprises in the Limousine Ashtrays of Andy Warhol.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Here are some of Robert Mapplethorpe's quotes;

“Beauty and the devil are the same thing.” (?)

“I am obsessed with beauty. I want everything to be perfect, and of course it isn’t. And that’s a tough place to be because you’re never satisfied.”

“When I work, and in my art, I hold hands with God.”

“I don’t know why my pictures come out looking so good. I just don’t get it.” (neither do I.)

I remember the '60s very well. There's a joke that's been going round for decades; “If you can remember the 60s, you weren't there.” I remember them and I was there. I remember the 60's for the things I liked and the things I did not like. No one can accuse me of being opinion free. I have opinions and I am passionate about them. I recognize that the Rolling Stones were one of the best rock groups of all time but... I did not like them or Led Zeppelin, or a few others because they has that Satanic edge. During the 60's my life was about devotion. I rarely smoked, often did not take drugs (except for LSD), meditated often, lived in the awareness of God and every time I took LSD, I was going to visit with some permutation of Lady Nature, the ineffable ...and whatever elementals would appear and some of them always did. If you liked the Rolling Stones or Led Zeppelin then my take is not a knock on you. In no way would I argue that these bands did not have the maximum in skill and impact. They did but... I looked behind the door at Led Zeppelin and their private times. I was at Altamont. I KNOW what I saw. I did not like Ozzy Osborne. I did not like death and heavy metal. I felt that music was meant to inspire and that it provided a soundtrack for the sorts of environments, woven out of the minds of the actors (us) of the time. Simply look at what rap and insipid, saccharine bubble bath rock has given us.

I did not like what was going on in the universities and I saw what I feared, materialize over following decades. I did not like materialism. I did not like the gratuitous, free love, public humping, beast mode. I saw it. I had to step over it. I had my head shaved and my heart and mind on the prize. Later on I got processed into the sexual, jungle dance and I regret it. I did not like that lounging on the sidewalk, spare changing act. I did not like people referring to their partner as, “my old lady.” I didn't like the brutish police telling me what I could and could not put in my body. It was none of their business then and it is none of their business now. They can celebrate the darkest and most evil comestible of all; alcohol, which is legal and which IS USED to legitimize bad behavior. When I was in prison I was astounded at the number of inmates who could not remember doing what they did because they were all DRUNK. Some of them were doing 30 years and life and I remember them shaking their heads and saying, “I don't remember.”


Whoa whoa alcohol
You taste so cold and sweet.
You knock me off my feet
But you make my soul crawl

You give us nothing but dreams
Then you take them all
Jesus is the only way
But I don't think I'll go today
I'm just sit back and have a ball
With my old friend, alcohol

Green and brown your kingdoms come
The bottles gleam and drink the heart
But deep within the spirits drown
And what is lost cannot be found
And what is lost cannot be found
In alcohol

When the moon rises
I hear your call
I want to be somebody different
Or no one at all
I want to rage like the devil
Stand ten feet tall
Still you're a fool if you listen
To alcohol

Fire in the blood
And death in the air
But I got no fear
Hey what do I care
I can beat every system
I can climb every wall
I'm the king of the moment
With my queen-

I did/do not like Andy Warhol. I despised Jackson Pollock for what he was in life and in art. In art he was a pretentious, ill mannered poseur. He was notorious for shitting on people's carpets and in their fireplaces, especially those who might have been considered friends, though I doubt he had any. To me, the greatest art manifested by a true artist is 'their life'. Only a real artist knows how difficult it is to carry yourself well in real life with that fire burning in you. There were periods where I did not. Finally I have somewhat mastered that. Jackson was technically a product of the generation previous to the 60's but his fame was assuredly of the 60's. I could not stand Yoko Ono. Few of you have heard the awful, caterwauling productions of her (cough-cough) music. I have. It is execrable and intolerable but there are other reasons to dislike this woman. I don't think about her much but... if she comes up in conversation... heh heh.

My friend, Gary Kupper is a recording artist, who now and again fell on hard times and wound up driving limousines for a car service, which resulted in him ferrying the famous through the club life outposts of their zombie dance through the disappearing temporary. We were having a drink one evening when he related to me a story about his experience of Andy Warhol. He was driving him and a young hopeful around through The Village from one place to the next. At one point he looked into the rear view mirror into the back seat and saw Warhol blowing the kid. Once he had finished, Warhol spit the semen into the ashtray in the back door. Gary was a tad disgusted by this since he had to clean out the ashtray at the end of his shift; or maybe before.

One other individual from the 60s that I could not stand was- Robert Mapplethorpe. If you try to find examples of his art, you find tame and artistic renderings, often of women (though his work was mostly gay. I've seen his other work for which he is most remembered and it is as profane as it gets. It really is pornographic and a celebration of the specific depravities associated with a sexually dysfunctional lifestyle. They're rehabilitating him now because they are making a film about him. He's getting sanitized and this is why I haven't been able to find any of his darker work, which was most of it. It's all stylized snaps and strangely, focused on the female. They are of a type where you could see the subject draped over a new car or holding an alcoholic beverage.

Mapplethorpe's artistic rival over the years might well have been Tom of Finland, though he preceded him, time-wise. They made a movie about him too. He was more of a cartoonist and a caricaturist of the gay lifestyle and you can see examples of his work here. If a picture is worth a thousand words then Tom's might be paraphrased as 'worth a thousand expletives'. There's plenty of them, simply scroll down. This is what passes for timeless art in these times and the motive behind the attention being drawn toward this kind of work is the conscious elevation of depravity and degeneracy.

Why can I not find graphic images of Mapplethorpe's more controversial works and which compose the lions share of it? I've been (in the 60's) to openings of Mapplethorpe's work. He was really big in New York because he was from New York. This is what I get of his work when I go looking for it. By comparison with what I have seen, these images are seriously tame. He's got a lot of shots of foreign items being inserted into his ass as well as the asses of his subjects but I can't find any of them.

Once again you see here a posting focused on a particular lifestyle. Unless you've been sleeping in Rip Van Winkles watch pocket, you know it is being celebrated and promoted everywhere and especially in the curriculum of elementary schools. This is open warfare going on everywhere in schools today and those promoting this are laughing about it. This is abhorrent and demonic madness.

There is a relentless and calculated agenda going on in the media and entertainment world wide. Out of nowhere comes this Cardi B character who did an awful rap tune entitled “Bodak Yellow”.

She gets promoted everywhere. Next thing you know she's hooked up with a guy from the group, 'Migos' or 'Migros'. They are one of the top rap groups going. Next thing you know she's pregnant by the guy; just like all the Kardashians suddenly getting pregnant by rappers and basketball players. It's all scripted folks. That infected anal fissure of a website, TMZ, run by a Tribe Lawyer, is all about D-List celebrities that they refer to as A-List. They are all rappers and assorted bitches and ho's. The purpose of this website is to put these rappers and their lifestyle before the eyes of a moth in the candle flame public and give it the imprimatur of a legitimate life style and art form.

Kanye West is supposed to be meeting with Donald Trump. He's showing up everywhere. He's now a Trump supporter and is being realistically discussed as a presidential candidate for 2020. There is a wave of crazy being whipped up off-camera and it is ALL ABOUT sucking the public mind down into a swilling septic tank for the purpose of blacking out Mr. Apocalypse and concealing the portals of spiritual awakening, while greasing the skids of the ramp to perdition. Armageddon is taking place on the information highway, not on the battlefields of banker generated wars for profit.

TMZ is concentrated on manufacturing role models for coming generations. First they levered this moron into public view, by getting her on Dr. Phil, who is one of the more loathsome Satanists going.

Now she has a recording contract and a reality show. There's nothing accidental about any of this. If you check out the series of links in the first hotlink in this paragraph, you will see the progressions. Step by step, TMZ and their Satanic-Atheist backers are bringing these skanky, retarded blowup dolls out of underground labs, where they manufacture them in chemical vats; creating them out of poisoned DNA and grafted demon body parts. I'm not making this up and if you did the research like I do, you could clearly see the process at work.

This is not a personal fantasy. This is not something I am dreaming up in my mind. It's happening and its purpose is to distract the public mind from the contemplation of the divine within us and focusing it on the toxic appearances that are ferried up from the infernal regions to bind and enslave us, in a perpetuating darkness of terror, fear and dread. It is taking place in real time. Remember this, if you remember nothing else that I have ever brought to your attention; “Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.” That is ALL you have to know and perform. Practice this and you will have come to the heart of eternal life and the essence of the critical importance of everything enduring and meaningful. Set this at the central locus of your heart and mind and the true light will illuminate your being and raise you into the company of angels.

End Transmission.......


Anonymous said...

You’re on quite a tear, Mr. Visible. (in a good way)

Well, considering how Mz. K. spurted from the loins of that specie of specialized scumbagginess, defender of Orange Juice, who squeezed what’s left of human integrity out of the system of “just us”, to the last drop, i guess scumbaggies won that round, and are thus free to procreate profligate asses, tipping the scales in their flavour. ha, ha.

Dr. Phil’s show is like watching episodes of sandy hookers & friends: the tv series.
i mean, really. how some of his guests are related to each other has to be genetically impossible, or, chronologically impossible, or both. and they are as bad at displaying emotions for his audience as any sandy hook actor i’ve ever seen. Didn’t you reveal one of his guests to be present at the latest school thing? Maybe it was somebody else, but; ya.

Like Ed Sullivan used to say; “We have a really big sheww!”

Man, it’s like even before we’re done reading the latest from you, now you’re rippin into Andy Warhol. I certainly don’t appreciate Maplethorpe, or who his god is, but i always thought Warhol was a lazy cheat also.

I used to drive limos too, and i can attest to your friend Gary’s experiences with celebrities, plus the other “well-to-do” bumpkins i had to shuffle around from place
to place. Vomit and cum were often tips received. Didn’t claim ‘em on my taxes tho.
Very draining, i must say.

Guess i’m on a tear too.

Cheers, everyone!


robert said...

Dear Visible,

However weary you may be in the role which you accepted, those who are tuning in CERTAINLY appreciate your heart’s desire manifesting mercy!

Materialism, that deadly miasma of the mind, turned into a culture of death, has had its run, for entire ages.

Let us see the difference between the dominant death cult of the human-stained world, in contrast to, the actual energetic substrate of the manifest upon which we live.

As Visible has tirelessly explicated, there are cosmic cycles which favor regression into material blindness, adding weight and momentum to any human impulse to be deaf & dumb to their inner senses calling us toward our true home.

However, the cycle in which we live now does NOT favor the materialist miasma, nor ANY of its nasty-ladies-in-waiting, such as Satanism, Luciferianism, and ALL child-sacrificing death cults!

The techno-narco-fueled mediaMatrix may be calling our name, 24X7, aided by Big Sister’s big data.

But no matter how compelling and compulsive may be the irrational drive to join the flow of the lost, trudging toward the abattoir in deep soul debt, having willingly or by default, sold said soul for trinkets and temporary sense pleasure illusions, there is STILL THE CHOICE:

Tune in to the real, now growing in presence and the sheer energy of light, or go on with the broadway crowd, back toward another ride on the wheel.

The energy substrate, the product of divine and human intention, has grown so much in intensity, that even those marching to the din of the dark lords are having trouble staying on message, in the narrative, entranced to death!

You see the irrational spikes of acting out, where the MKUltra mind-control is LOOSING ITS GRIP!

Be careful what you wish for indeed! For this human being, the Armageddon going on internally has become almost mind-splitting, between terminal self-doubt and desire for an eternal relationship with the One, but perhaps that is how you peel a tough seed coat…

The stakes are higher, in that there is more than enough energy to support either choice, temporarily, unlimited life or selfish death, and those who are choosing to give up their sovereignty will definitely react irrationally if they detect anyone non-conforming to the prevailing dogma of the day.

Walking in this world at the moment is like walking in a mine field, but the mines are our fellow humanimals, programmed to slander and attack like demons, anyone standing out from their master’s order.

Oh, and beyond getting our own soul out of here intact, if we are convicted that the choice to pay attention to the inner senses is a better way than riding the reincarnation ride, then we turn to the person next to us and offer to help them don their oxygen mask, even if they are programmed to kill anyone threatening to disconnect them from the Matrix!

Visible said...

Jesus Robert!

That was beautifully said. You've sprouted wings! Elegant and made all the more so the emotional punctuation in the syntax.

Looks like Jimminychristmas and LTPB along with sundry have all either gotten a promotion or a contact high (grin)

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Mapplethorpe. Had one of his books once, and went to one of his exhibits in the 1990s. I like a lot of his stuff, and other prints were rather weird. Like the one where he was wearing a whip up his butt. Here's some of his best and bizarrest, or worst or whatever:

I liked a lot of his Patti Smith stuff, most of his self-portraits, and his plants. I thought he had a lot of other good works, but of course that's my opinion; which may vary. Andy Warhol, I think was a waste of oxygen, and I can't stand Tom of Finland's stuff. Never heard of Jackson Pollock before, and I didn't miss much I see.

Another nostrils up.

Anonymous said...

how do you keep doing this? if there is any question I want the answer to it is this one.

Visible said...

Of course... the answer is simple. I don't do it. I haven't been doing it for decades. The screwups...; the mistakes? They are all mine but when it flows in a way that seems impossible, unless someone or something else is responsible, that's the perfect and impossible to oppose side of us that we never see and know nothing about, unless we get out of the way of it. You can't explain it to someone who hasn't been leveled by it over and over. Once one has had the truth of the endlessly beating and conscious heart of existence proven to them, their faith cannot be challenged ever again. If only people knew how profound the power and insight of the ineffable is; they would NEVER fear anything again. It's something children know all the way up until the point where it gets stolen from them. Conversely, once God steals it back for us; should he be so disposed, even the most powerful demons in Hell run... how it is.

robert said...

Dear Visible,

Thank you my brother!

Did not see this coming, just felt the need to join the group meditation.

As you have alluded to about your own work, when we get out of the way enough, act from somewhere outside of our minded identity, the creative flow from the Ineffable may come through less distorted and strained, which makes it, beautiful!

To whom else could I address such writing with any hope of being understood?
This sceptered site, this oasis in the dry bones, this group of souls positive about there being SOMETHING more, some reason to be in this school...

Thank you all for being here now!

Anonymous said...

Ray B. said...

As Vis and, later, Robert (hi, welcome back!) said, "...when we get out of the way enough, act from somewhere outside of our minded identity, the creative flow from the Ineffable may come through..."

A personal story on that (I may have related this a few years ago): Decades back, my then-relationship, her thirteen-year-old daughter, and I had just moved into an apartment complex. It had an outdoor pool. The first time we used the pool, there was a problem. The established young-teen girls formed an insider/outsider clique and shunned our 'newbie'. It was quite apparent.

I wanted to intervene, but I knew that would be disastrous. So, I assembled all the aspects of the situation in my mind, held them together in kind of a mind-bubble, and asked for some higher help that would benefit all. After a bit of holding a semi-meditative state with that intent, it seemed like the message was received.

A few minutes later, the thirteen-year-old daughter started screaming and jumping up and down. She had lost an earring into the pool. The other girls rushed up, and they all began diving into the pool to search for the earring. By the time it was fetched up, the ice had been broken and they all were on the way to becoming friends. Win-win.

Not bad, and way beyond my wisdom-level...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Guy Reid-Brown said...

Thank you for concluding this entirely accurate, in terms of Feel at least, piece with beautiful , True and Eternally Good Words from Our Lord Jesus Christ.
Remember the Scissors Sisters? A very popular Elton John Type MOR Act of the Nineties - sounds very like him and were pushing his MOR/Satanist/ Homo Schtick when he was beyond his height of popularity - they used typically vile Homo Mapplethorpe pieces of Black and White Photographic 'Art' to illustrate their stuff , and Kitsch (is there any other type? ) Homo Icon Kylie Minogue's management made sure she got in on the Mapplethorpe Act.

Guy Reid-Brown said...

Don't regret all your Dancing with the Devil stuff that you did back in the 60s though, Les - it gives Authority to what you are saying now. I rarely, almost never, post links to people of stuff, but I just know that if you found the time to listen to this ever more fascinating Broadcast as it goes along - well - let's just say, you've been in prison too, my friend - the Doctor and the Prisoners who agreed to work with him are true and rare heroes you would be proud to associate with -

Visible said...

A new Visible Origami is up now-

The Great Unwashed and the Secret Meaning of Morons and Whores.

Anonymous said...

Wow, Preach it, Les, Preach it.
Thank you. Very timely bit on Alcohol too. I'm having a tough time w/it. Funny, back when weed was affordable I never drank the stuff. Thanks for the reminder, you know coming from you it means a lot.
You know I love God, but you are right about 'greasing the skids'...they got a thousand ways to bring people down, and they are workin' 'em.
Most of it any reasonable person would easily see thru it. But some other means are so, so skilled, devious, sophisticated.
Temptation. Did you ever see Bunuel's film "Simon of the Desert"? Oh, it's a hoot, I know you'd like it.

Here's a bit of it, I think with a little googling around you can find the whole thing.

Best wishes, and much love to you and all,



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