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Les Fleurs Du Mal curated by John Stark
26/05/07 until 15/07/07
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‘Remember, my love, that object we saw
That beautiful morning in June:
By a bend in the path a carcass reclined
On a bed sown with pebbles and stones;’
– From ‘A Carcass’ by Charles Baudelaire
A Covern of malignant figures conspire within; Death, Evil, Pain, Spleen, Ennui and The Devil himself. Their project; a secret architecture of unwholesome incantations designed to impose a wretched slavery of fear upon humanity. The pact is complete; Satan’s pantomime captivates a universe for his tyrannical workers to feed upon, the stink of Death’s hex infests fertile soil while the screams of Pain resonate as if the howling banshees of the night took to the skies. But of all their affectations the relentless gnawing of Ennui reverberates most poignant, with the proficiency of vultures feasting on the flesh of a carcass; neither dead nor alive, like the soul of a certain flaneur who once wallowed in sterile streets.
From the mire of dirt, mysticism and opiates emerges a joyful resistance against a myriad of hope, capitalized pastures and the tiresome folly of aspirates and their mawkish economies. A harvest of narcotic reverie hosts a cry, “release me from the desire to be cured” and plummet like Rebel Angels towards the black sands of Ennui. Do not whine for paradise and flower ballets, flowers are devoured with a devilish intimacy and the irony lacerates……Fear the baritone undulations of the infected carnival march, relentless in its pursuit to overturn the plains of logic and upset life’s festival with the perverse performance of its own cataclysmic death, a theatrical death, repeated for your pleasure like sweet kisses awakening the vampire lovers corpse.
And here we remain, the Demons are the banality of urban life; they sicken the soul and invite us to partake in communal mocking and via doped up surveillance we jeer them on. Beware; these skeletal labourers tow us along like wounded animals masquerading around in a circle of sorrow. An anguish; as in; ‘Spleen IV’, has planted its black flag in our bowed skulls. You will find no heart-felt gestures or sentimental offerings here, just the hollow eyes of sleep walkers, vampyric ghost writers and beggarly day dreamers alike, swirling in a Danse Macabre around a ruined Carcass, fetid, festering and seething in all its beautiful glory.
John Stark '07
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Gallery Primo Alonso
395-397 Hackney rd, London, E2 8PP
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