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Woom are excited to introduce Buron, a lo-fidelity philosopher who thinks that he is dead. Buron's anonymity is an occupational hazard..............................Room 1 is dedicated to the work of fabulous New York painter Sarah Bereza.........Gambling, Gods and LSD also features a Peter Mettler film of the same name. It’s a three hour long experimental documentary about the quest for transcendence. Dividing audiences at film festivals worldwide and accumulating a whole tribe of cult followers, Gambling, Gods & LSD is a cinematic experience which defies classification. Blending documentary observation with lyrical camera-work, Mettler’s film is a twenty-first century dream spanning countries and cultures. From the Toronto of his childhood we set off on a journey that includes evangelism at the airport strip, tracings in the Nevada desert, street life in Switzerland and the coexistence of technology and divinity in India. Gambling, Gods & LSD invites the viewer to actively participate in the making of meaning, so the central themes of the film and the experience of watching it become one and the same. It’s intoxicating, visionary cinema.

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Previously.....'darling, they've found the body' comes from a series of dreams - a body is buried beside a house, a house on stilts, the body has lain there for many years, i always knew it was there but consciously obscured it from view by willfully dimming the lights, the body is my body and i have been murdered by my 'once upon a time' lover turned keeper, i scrimshaw this dream onto liz bonami, the blonde dream doll with pernicious eyes least i forget (when i lived on a boat my father would scrimshaw ships and birds and the letters of our names onto whales teeth we bought from a danish bank robber, we would sell these to buy food and make necessary repairs), my apparent self imposed incarceration means i scratch messages onto the walls of my cell as i wait out my final hours, i try to make sense of the floating debris of letters, unpaid bills and medical records that seem surely to be a poor suggestion of a life, i self portrait the face that accuses me and demands that i make good my escape, while i sit ludicrously passive watching the pot boil dry, and yet another dream the early hours of this morning 13.08,07, this time my keeper has committed a double murder, a black man and a white woman, still i sit passive as thunderous traffic bares down upon mescott died, he's the boy in the red shorts, taking a sunsight with a sextant, i loved him, i had the best days of my life with him, swimming with sharks in tide races and running wild on desert islands, that kind of thing, he was killedi look for him endlessly (i leave messages for him everywhere i go, i leave letters stuck on lamp posts)my sewing machine enables a solipsist god complex to spin out her own creation myth, where time stops and 'the one who knows' will come riding by on his ship, up the iron river and i will be waiting there in my gingham dress pretty as a pictureso here i am, an impenetrable snaggle toothed old crone stirring the secrets of my omniverse, erstwhile carefully nursing a cinderella complex as i run her rust bucket ship onto the rocksin the meantime i keep the mule fed and the wolf from escaping, the butterflies are notches on my belt as 39 years flutterbyi am reminded of a dream where i live alone in a beautiful cottage in the forest in bavaria, by day i paint self portraits with a solipsistic narcissism, by night i hunt, i am a wolverinei am reminded of another story - a woman sitting on her roof because of the floods, the water is rising fast, she has been told by God to wait there for a miracle, three times a man comes by in a boat to rescue her and each time she says 'no, God has told me to wait here for a miracle', the water levels continue to rise and the woman drowns, when she gets to heaven she stands accusingly before her God and says why did you not perform the miracle that you promised me and her God says i came by three times and each time you sent me away.... kjg x

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Evening you Gorgeous lot, COG @ WOOM FREE Not to be missed. Saturday 1st March.. 9 til late. Tell all of your friends but please do not come yourself. ....go on then you can come aswell. Look forward ...
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gambling, gods and lsd

dear you,until march 1st we are holding an exhibition; gambling, gods and lsd, with associated filmthe film is on a permanent loop and you are most welcome to pop around, have a cup of coffee and a ca...
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