Theatre of Hums

Rare footage of an extremely rare Albino Balloon-Headed Gelatinous Frog Globual; A free-swimming marine coelenterate that is the sexually reproducing form of a hydrozoan or scyphozoan and has a nearly transparent bulbous body and extensible marginal tentacles studded with stinging cells and glittering sequins. These animals are said to exist exclusively within ice caves just below the continent of Antarctica. Note to research biologists: Cladistically included, but traditionally excluded from standard taxonomic nomenclature.

An extremely unremarkable homage to a extremely remarkable song by an extremely remarkable band who made many beautiful songs which I love, and this is one of them. "I Am the Crime" by The Wolfgang Press (1986). Background vocals by Elizabeth Fraser from Cocteau Twins. Lyrics: "When the first dog cocked a leg, I had him shot When the first dog cracked, I broke his back I'm running through the river saying Life's a lie Life's a lie People make such a mess And as for me, I found the Crime inside of me (saying) Life's a lie Life's a lie And with my blessing burn this down And with my blessing burn them down As for me it's more than this, it's restlessly. I found the crime inside of me saying Life's a lie Life's a lie Singing come to me, come to me, oh come to me With my eyes wide open Singing come to me, come to me, oh come to me With my father's eyes I am the Crime There's nobody else, nobody else I am the Crime With this song in the air My intentions were clear She came down on a bad train She came down on the back of me She came down on the back of me So my life's wrapped up in time, Oh my life is restlessly Oh my life is not the same Life's a lie, life's a lie Singing come to me, oh come to me... I am the crime There's nobody else, nobody else... I am the crime"

Clips from the Brothers Quay remarkable stop-motion animation, "Rehearsals for Extinct Anatomies" (1988) More Quay: https://archive.org/search?query=quay+brothers&and%5B%5D=mediatype%3A%22movies%22 And here: https://zeitgeistfilms.com/film/thequaysin35mm

Video collage of dead women with whom I've fallen in love.

A mostly thorough examination and dissection of a human body, in technicolor. A depiction of what it's like to be dead, and eventually cut to pieces like so much meat in a butcher shop. It's graphic. Not exactly pleasant. But this is the inevitable terminus of all pretense to the sustainable existence of ego.

1960's amateur film of Vietnamese female doing "the Twist" by a swimming pool, with a Buddhist temple in the background, to song by Joy Division. Somewhat anachronistic.

Circumcision: (aka) barbaric ritualized (viz., religious) child torture, bodily mutilation and sexual molestation of male children. A practice performed for the sake of eliciting favor from some mythical deity apparently addicted to blood, human sacrifice, torture and genocide. Bad optics? Think again. All perfectly legal, still practiced (with minor modifications), still socially-acceptable in our woke/red-pilled/scientifically and technologically-advanced civilization of the 21st century. Rhetorical question: All self-proclaimed experts of law ethics and morality so very proud of your supreme knowledge of right and wrong, good and evil; for all you high and mighty priests, preachers, rabbis, judges, lawyers, politicians, medical ethicists, spiritual elitists and highly-esteemed academicians of theology, philosophy and/or social sciences; what, if any, other contemporary human behaviors would you consider more (let us say) morally bereft, more inhumane, more blatantly savage and barbaric, more psychologically terrorizing than this? I mean, besides tossing human babies head first into the sacrificial fires of Moloch, or cutting their hearts out on a stone altar and offering them to gods of corn and/or sun? A rhetorical question.

This Is Your Life (1958) profiles the life and tragic circumstances of Frances Farmer (semi-famous Hollywood actress). This is an early (live) television biopic resembling something more akin to an experiment in psychological torture for purposes of public entertainment. Feeding Christians to lions, by then, was considered faux pas. More sophisticated tastes preferred watching someone's soul being gradually dismantled on live TV. Note: this recording was made after Ms. Farmer had been subjected to multiple electroshock and ice bath "treatments." Her defiance towards her perceived persecutors (real and/or imagined), as tentatively exhibited here, is no less an act of remarkable courage and allegiance to one's ultimate authority in life, that is, the unique frame of reference, freedom and responsibility of the individual soul.

Another ever-expanding A/V montage of dead clowns, some unfamiliar, some of whom you may have heard. The modus operandi being to lace together an endless filth parade of the eccentrically obscure, the innocently lovable, and the most (in)famous Dead Clowns of all time. This could take a while. And I could never include myself, of course, among the ranks since I'm not legally, scientifically dead. But what do they know? Thus, another fragmented/mostly pointless pseudo-project submitted by Horsehead in My Cornflakes. Edit: from a recent follower: "Thanks for this. It's almost like getting splashed in the face with an ice cold bucket of pig tongues and fluoride, in a sense."

Sperm: An Introduction Notice how we've been all been hustlers in a meaningless race to exist here even before we were born. Video: Clips from old school films. Audio: "Mea Culpa" from the album "My Life in the Bush of Ghosts" by David Byrne and Brian Eno. Highly recommended.

Another World Power Broadcast Exclusive: Dorothy and Her Birds from Far Corners of the World (circa.1955) with random disruptions of subliminal psychedelic content. Featured guests: e.e. cummings, David Koresh, Matthew Arnold and Jason Robards. Mashed by zerofucks

Brief excursion through Slab City, Salvation Mountain and East Jesus, renegade compounds in Imperial county, California. It was a typical late summer day in the Sonora Desert. Temp: 112 degrees F. Ball sack: Full sweat mode. Coordinates https://geohack.toolforge.org/geohack.php?pagename=Imperial_County,_California¶ms=33_15_14.9_N_115_28_21.4_W_type:landmark_region:US A genuine tripartite of independent compounds mainly comprised of an eclectic therefore interesting assortment of social outcasts, crippled people, disillusioned anarchists, hippy-ish Cannabis Sativa enthusiasts, broken souls, runaways, felons, all attempting to escape society, their pasts, something or the other. It's a good guess that anybody who chooses to live in a desert has probably become irreparably cynical of the civilization into which they'd once accidentally emerged. Spit balling here. So, a milieu of independent, moral, extremely particularized, and otherwise disenfranchised citizens of the U.S. collectively engage in the social construction of a more/less legitimate (whatever that means) society contemporaneous to, and in fatalistic defiance of, the increasingly fascistic and oppressive impositions of contemporaneous American governance, technology, law and society (though many here live on Social Security checks once a month). They police themselves because there is no other law here. The local fire department will sometimes arrive, when there's nothing else to do, to douse the flames of someones burning truck camper. Think, Road Warrior meets Lord of the Flies. You get the impression that these people will be killing, and possibly cannibalizing, each other whenever there is a water crises. And here, water is coin of the realm. Met quite a few decent people here. See credits. Left textbook, Philosophy of Science in the library.

Video doc of temporary residence in Baja California, Mexico (2021) Includes exclusive flip-phone panoramic video of El Sauzal security compound, local murals, children's graffiti, flora, fauna, mallo perros, Jesus de naranja, gallos de ceramica, Virgin de la bird-bath; all culminating in a seamless assortment of art, manikins, random packs of feral dogs, and highly-venerated religious artifacts made of plaster, wood and plastic. Imagine a meeting between Fellini, David Lynch and John Waters.

If the goddamn video seems to go on forever it therein succeeds in accordance with the primary conceptual intent. If it seems to be repetitive, to the point of redundancy that prompts some people to consider gouging themselves with sewing needles in their ears, this also succeeds in accordance with original intent. Insinuated subtext: What they didn't mention is that YOU can go to hell for THEIR sins.

Pretty much a ghost town. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocean_Falls Video by Ron Drury Audio by Arecibo

Photos by twelve31 Audio by Theatre of Hums