I AM AMELIE POULAIN'S SEXUAL NIGHTMARE...DEVOUR MY WRISTS...
( SHAMANOISE INTRO )
You will read now the poetry of a young drop-out hobohemian who threw everything up somewhere in the world, for slip or for wisdom – nevermind, just to feed his wanderlust’s demons & wander the world without leaving any traces behind but his life’s chaos & the smithereens of his brief yet intense passage.sipping wine straight from the veins of Bacchus & throwing Molotov cocktails into the panes of boredom… he hates working & hypocrisy, as well as Marx & the old mouldy monkeypissing Blablaism of all philosophies, came to the world not to save anyone at all but to mix it all up & boom boom boom!, & wants to contribute for the decline & suicide of the last cancerous cells of western reason, instead of getting rotten on a couch watching the news & proliferate more & more smiling-faced lice… taken by such ravening hate for all kinds of conventions & civility, he lives in eternal escape, as if attracted by the butterflies of some faraway continent or who-knows-what, & he sees in the Easter Islands’ masks his real face, completely different from his occidental make-up. MOLOTOV COCKTAILS & LULLABIES : www.henrikaeshna.com check out his SCHIZOPoP mANIFEsTo : SCHIZOPoP CABARET shot in Paris, Lyon & Marseille (we storm the most unpredictable places, from public toilets to galleries, from streetcorners to laundromats & bars, and so on) - live video sessions featuring nude bodies, cello bass & dub shamanoise, mixing it all up with the sonic-visual deliriums of Stan Brackhage, Jack Smith, Terayama, Sainkho, FREE JAZZ, Butoh, noise, silence, French songs, tribal, dervish rock, glossolalias & all gnarling hell breaking loose - SCHIZOPoP poetry w/ bits of possession, shockolates & red wine thrown in.