Peter “Sleazy” Christopherson, founding member of Throbbing Gristle, Psychic TV, and Coil, died in his sleep yesterday, 24 November, at his home in Thailand, he was 55.
The initial announcement was made by Throbbing Gristle members Cosey Fanni Tutti and Chris Carter who tweeted the same message:
Our dearest beautiful Sleazy left this mortal coil as he slept in peace last night.words cannot express our grief.
Throbbing Gristle’s official website has been updated with the message
We are saddened to announce the death of Peter Christopherson.
10 minutes of a dog in a suit laughing maniacally. That’s it.
I play this loop late at night just moments before I make love.
I run the audio thru 16 inch kicker subwoofers and point them in the direction of my scrotal sack. When the the beasty dog starts cackling the vibrations convert my scrotum to a tweeter resonating at a supersonic level. My lover resonates and cums immediately while HORNY fur-bearing creatures in our neighborhood converge in a chorus of frenzied squealing recalling the mystical utterances of Lord Shiva and his slut Shakti spun through the cosmic vortex where God is trying desperately to pinch off a cosmic loaf. Life is a shitty deal. Dogs know this. Therefore they laugh.
If you are of the right mind this video will send you into realms of ecstasy rarely experienced by the comman man or woman. Consider this loop a prayer wheel of sorts. Make no judgment. Relax, breath. Let the waves of canine laughter flow over you. Within moments you too will enter the realm of the Laughing Dog, where anything is possible.
God is Dog spelled backwards and dogs don’t know how to spell. Om mani padme hum.
‘The Man We Want To Hang’ is a film shot by Kenneth Anger documenting an exhibit of Aleister Crowley’s paintings at London’s October Gallery in April 1998. The score is by Liadov.
I was amazed when I found this video. I thought I’d seen all of Anger’s films, but I was wrong. While it’s neither the trippy spectacle or erotic fetishism one expects of Anger, it still has moments where you sense the Anger ‘touch’. But mostly Kenneth steps out of the way and let’s Crowley’s paintings take center stage.
‘The Man We Want To Hang’, the title of the film also the title of the notorious Sunday Express article which had denounced A.C. as the “Wickedest Man In The World.” The title is also a pun on art being hung on gallery walls, and a possible reference to The Hanged Man of the Tarot—who appears in the film a few times—although nothing jumped out at me as I looked over that entry in The Book of Thoth to back up that line of thought (but I’m sure those with well wore copies of 777 and The Book of Thoth and a knack for undoing and uncovering occult puzzles may have better luck that I did ...)
The art works themselves—drawn of the collections of Keith Richmond, Jimmy Page and the Ordo Templi Orientis International—depict a variety of subjects. Simple landscapes of mountains, volcanoes and sea, serpents and malevolent beings from some daemonic reality, portraits of individuals familiar to those versed in A.C.‘s biography—such as Gerald Yorke and various Scarlet Women—and self-portraits of A.C., some evoking grey aliens or Lam.
If this was the only output of an artist they would have at most been a curious and obscure art historical footnote, if even that. But when put into the context of A.C.‘s life they have more value.
Throughout his life A.C. expressed his higher nature in a multitude of ways. Poetry, painting, ritual magick, sexual athleticism, writing, mountaineering, exploring higher consciousness. While he was middling in such expressions as painting and poetry, his non-fictional magickal texts are genius, a Joyce or Fassbinder of occult and esoteric philosophy, and most of us would be extremely lucky to create a single work of genius over a lifetime, let alone a multi-volumed network of texts like A.C.‘s.
Aside from his texts of magickal philosophy and ritual his other great work of art was his life, which encompassed the lowliest degradations and the highest and holiest exalted states. The art works provide a visual accompaniment to it—the settings, the personalities, the extraordinary experiences.
They also provide a reminder of A.C.‘s role as a prototype of the type of current creative spirit, with his multiple means of expression (poetry, art, journalism, adept, etc.) a forerunner of the of the typical artist of today, who is just as likely to write a novel, play in a band, star in a porn, run a small business, blog, than lock themselves in one monolithic way of expressing creative currents.
He ran a preview of this social reality movie like all successful intelligence agents do.” Jason Lubyk
Update: resident Crowley expert R. Metzger has informed me that The Man We Want To Hang is available as part of the Anger boxsets that were released a few years back. Available here.
Metzger also directed me to a film that Anger did on Crowley’s paintings called The Brush Of Baphomet, which you can watch after the jump…
Nope, Frank Zappa, has got nothing to do with this one… You may or may not be aware of ten-year-old Wendy Cerveza, the little Peruvian girl who took Latin America by storm with her (ironic? un-ironic?) song “La Tetita” (The Tit). I was vaguely aware of this (it’s had around 4 million YouTube views) but not speaking Spanish, I didn’t investigate further. Now the fine folks at Bad Ass Digest have translated the lyrics into English and they are mind-boggling.
A painting of Dee Dee Ramone and a two-page note were placed in a stairwell of the Chelsea Hotel by a fan named Tara. In her note, Tara writes that she fears she may have offended Dee Dee by calling her portrait of Dee Dee ‘crap’ and his spirit responded by turning off her cell phone.
It seems that Tara’s dark pilgrimage was rewarded with a message from beyond. This is the first Dee Dee spirit story that has come our way, but we’re sure there will be many more to follow.
Methinks this coloring book is the perfect holiday gift to teach your batshit crazy relatives and friends to color inside the lines. Etsy seller Daupo‘s Disorders: A Coloring Book retails for $8.00.
Mail it anonymously to a loved one, or use it as a tool in therapy. Use the gentle, repetitive task of coloring in the nice shapes to wile away your obsessive/compulsive episodes. Or just sit there and admire the subtly-conveyed struggle and desperation.
Bravo! Once again I find myself filled with intense admiration for the numerous ways Dan Savage influences our culture. If he didn’t exist, we’d be forced to invent him.
