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![]() Bi-Son-Oil-Men was an installation and performance at Peacock Visual Arts in Aberdeen, as part of Chemhex Extract, curated by Lucy A. Sames and Dane Sutherland. You can listen to the Bi-Son-Oil-Men song here:
And some of the sound for the performance here:
You can watch a film of the performance at the end of the image sequence. |
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We drank the chroma key milk |
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Under the sea, the dead animals sing |
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Under the sea, oil is blood |
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We drank the chroma key milk |
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Over the sea, the rigs are quiet |
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In the sea, the yachts are trashed |
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We drank the chroma key milk |
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Over the sea, a grave yard of rigs |
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We drank the chroma key milk |
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BI-SON-OIL-MEN Performance |
And then the whole fucking Cosmos broke loose around me, I think the strongest and worst I've ever had it nearly ... —First I began to realize my worry about the mosquitoes or vomiting was silly as there was the great slake of life and Death—I felt faced by Death, my skull in my beard on pallet on porch rolling back and forth and settling finally as if in reproduction of the last physical move I make before settling into real death—got nauseous, rushed out and began vomiting, all covered with snakes, like a Snake Seraph, colored serpents in aureole around my body, I felt like a snake vomiting out the universe—or a Jivaro in headdress with fangs vomiting up in realization of the Murder of the Universe—-my death to come—everyone's death to come—all unready—I unready… |
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BI-SON-OIL-MEN Performance |
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