More Ouija, Woncha?
November 27, 2011 by Clint Catalyst · 2 Comments
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[ Rebecca Caldwell's ‘Witchmobile’ ]
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[ Ouija Board Beaded Necklace : Gilliauna ]
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Dario Robleto :
Hippies And A Ouija Board (Everyone Needs To Cling To Something), 2003-2004
Suitcase: Cast and carved dehydrated bone calcium and bone dust from every bone in the body, microcrystalline cellulose, cold cast iron and brass, rust, antique syringe, crushed velvet, leather, thread, water extendable resin, typeset Bottles, medicines, and Ouija board: cast and carved dehydrated bone calcium and bone dust from every bone in the body, typeset, home-brewed moonshine (potato derived alcohol), wine health tonics (water, sugar, fermented black cherries, yeast, gelatin, tartaric acid, pectinase, sulfur dioxide, oak flavoring, fortified with 100-year-old hemlock oil, Devil’s Claw, witch hazel bark, swamp root, powdered rhubarb, pleurisy root, belladonna root, white pine tar, coal tar, dandelion, sarsaparilla, mandrake, mullein, scullcap, cramp bark, elder, ginseng, horny goat weed, tansy, sugar of lead, mercury with chalk and tin-oxide; calcium potassium, creatine, zinc, iron, nickel, copper, boron, vitamin k, crushed amino acids, home-cultured antibiotics, chromium, magnesium, colostrum, ironized yeast, ground pituitary gland, ground wisdom teeth, ground sea horse, shark cartilage, coral calcium, iodine & castor oil) Records: various 1960′s 45 rpm records cast in prehistoric whale bone dust, typeset, 42 x 23 x 19 inches
Collection of the Jack S. Blanton Museum of Art
University of Texas : Austin, Texas
Oui, Ouija
November 14, 2011 by Clint Catalyst · 4 Comments
“ Ouija Board
Would you work for me?
I have got to say
‘Hello’ to an old friend
Ouija Board, Ouija Board, Ouija Board
Would you work for me?
I have got to get through
To a good friend
Well she has now gone
From this unhappy planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors on it
Ouija Board, Ouija Board, Ouija Board
Would you help me?
Because I still do feel
So horribly lonely
Would you, Ouija Board
Would you, Ouija Board
Would you help me?
And I just can’t find
My place in this world
Well she has now gone
From this unhappy planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors on it
Oh hear my voice
(Hear my voice)
Oh hear my voice
(Hear my voice)
Hear my voice
(Hear my voice, my voice)
Hear my voice
(Voice)
Table is rumbling
The table is rumbling
The glass is moving
No I was not pushing that time, it spells
S T E V E N
The table is rumbling
The glass is moving
No I was not pushing that time
P U S H O double F
Well she has now gone
From this unhappy planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors on it ”
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A D D I T I O N A L R E S O U R C E S
“Ouija Board, Ouija Board” : Music Video
True To You — A Morrissey ‘Zine
Official Website of William Fuld , Creator of the Ouija Board
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GIF It To Me! [ Princess Hijab & Other Animated Awesomesaucery ]
May 1, 2011 by Clint Catalyst · 2 Comments
As A Kid, I Often Said I Wished I Could Speak In Hieroglyphics
How rad it would be, I thought
[ though—since the timeline I'm referencing is circa rural Arkansas—
quite likely not verbatim, my choice of vernacular ]
If I could “talk with pictures”: fancy symbols—except
not carved in stone, but rather contained
in word bubbles,
like in a comic strip . . .
Y E A H .
A funny thing, time : cycles : that
symbol of the serpent swallowing its tail
All these years later, & where do I find myself?
Obsessed with animated .gifs, for fuck’s sake—&
yearning to communicate through means of a visual vocabulary.
I mean, let’s face it…does this gem excavated-from-the-uncredited-swag-on-imgur
not speak volumes?
Or how about this for a response?
[ Source: Sex With God : tumblr ]
& this flash-tastic action? Is it worth the proverbial thousand words?
Or does it have no value, since you’re such a worldly, highly-experienced Millennial?
[ So tough, the inured existence of a Trustafarian on tumblr, oui? ]
Hasty generalizations & snide jabs swept aside like unpaid internships, corporeal punishment,
or any scenario in which Unique, Special Beings aren’t coddled—even & especially
if [ HARMPH! ] “so-o-o bored.”
Sure : sometimes animated awesomesauce does get served with syllables & consonants…
For example: this little ditty by Seacrestcheadle, which—if Facefail permitted such forms of communication—
I would’ve plastered many moons ago on the ‘Wall’ of my pal Ugly Shyla ♥ [ because yeah, She 'Gets It ']
Alas! Seacrestcheadle isn’t why I’ve chosen to “get bloggy” this fine day
[ though worthy a post of his own, indeed! ]
Au contraire, I’ve intended to post about the following individual
for quite some time now, & finally: here we are—&
here the moment is…
If by chance you’re not familiar with the guerilla art of
Then please consider this a formal invitation to become acquainted, your
introduction by way of brief video clip [ courtesy : Babelgum ]
Admitted : at times the six-minute doc plays w-a-y-y-y Richter in the histrionics department
[ not to imply I don't—my guess is that producers urged Hijab to "ratchet up the drama"
for the cameras ] : to “raise the stakes,” ”show the element of danger,” “provide some
conflict”…as if the visual assaults she orchestrates aren’t confrontational enough.
However, to be fair [ I mean : gauche much, Mary? I'm only using their content! ]
I could be making excuses for the artist, when she’s portrayed exactly as she is.
O.K.!
Now that you have a bit of background info, I don’t feel as if I’m doing a dis-service by
sharing ‘only’ the digital art she creates.
Y’see, aside from recalcitrant acts of Hijabization,
the Princess constructs some friggin’ amazing GIFs; must admit.
& since ultimately, that’s what I’m ‘on about’ today
C H E C K ± T H E S E :
╬ for a full-page GIF-tastic sensory overload, check out 8 BITZ PER PIxEL ╬
One Post, Two Editorials, Three Dark Beauties…& You
April 24, 2011 by Clint Catalyst · 4 Comments
Excerpts from “The Emperor’s Black Rose” by Gilles Et Dada
ENEMIES TURN TO LOVERS
LOVE ONES BECOME EXCUSES
DISTANCES SEEM LIKE REASONS
AND SNAKES CHANGE THEIR MASK FOR THE HUNTING SEASON
INTERPRETATIONS ARE MY NEW NIGHTMARE
STILL YOUR IMAGINATION MAKES ME MORE THAN JUST A MAN
I WON’T STOP, AND I WILL SAY IT ONCE AGAIN
FOR AS LONG AS YOU GIVE ME YOUR DREAMS
I WILL CONTINUE FILLING THE BLANKS
— Federico Cabrera
[ Initial Discovery via Fucking Young! ]
Photography & Post: Federico Cabrera
Styling: Jasmin Mishima
Hair & Make-Up: Marii Sadrak
Models: Anette M. & Eetu at Paparazzi
Assistance: Emma Hedenborg & Udi
& Next :
“Human Terror,” Featuring Mateusz—a.k.a. Matthew Budziak
“I Do Things Which Are Non-Verbal So That I Can Return To Language With Excitement.” — Richard Wilbur
February 19, 2011 by Clint Catalyst · 3 Comments
V I S U A L . S T I M U L I
[ Angela Grubich ]
[ Source ]
[ "Point of Origin" : Scott Treleaven ]
[ "Blue Witch" : Danger ]
[ "Amoun" : cthopper93 for I†† ]
[ "Seancing" : cthopper93 for I†† ]
[ " Love's Long Listen-In" : cthopper93, for I†† ]
[ Still From "♀∧gℜ∀あ ß∀あ ♍∀♄l∀あ♀": Kemikore Mediaworks for Ceremonial Dagger ]
[ "Vanitas" : Fernando Vincente ]
[ "Smoke" : Fernando Vincente ]
[ "Head Wound" : Joshua Petker ]
[ "Partying in Red" : Joshua Petker ]
[ Alison Scarpulla ]
[ Alison Scarpulla ]
[ Chris Weige, a.k.a. 'Reckon' ]
[ "Firestarter (2)" : Elizaveta Porodina ]
[ "Love Is Not A Victory March" : Elizaveta Porodina ]
[ NVRMNDUS ]
[ "Wisdom, Power, Courage" : Louise Leppard ]
[ Samantha Smith ]
[ Miyake Juin 米亞奇 ]
[ Yuri Pleskin : Nagi Sakai for The Contributing Editor ]
[ Nicolás Lamas ]
[ Scott Treleaven ]
[ Source ]
[ Video "Still," Harry Smith ]
[ "Early Abstractions" (1946-57), Pt. 4 : Harry Smith ]
Preternatural Pragmatism: In Brief
February 4, 2011 by Clint Catalyst · 5 Comments
As of late, I’ve been digging on
19th Century vampire ‘killing kits’
[ ex ] :
[ e x ] :
[ ex ] :
& among the most rare:
an antique ivory vampire killing kit
“consisting of an ornate ivory-mounted Christian cross integrating a steel, spring-loaded,
.41 caliber single-shot percussion pistol, the center mounted with an ebony shield
surmounted with a 8-pointed crown, the tips made from tiny semi-precious red stones.
A ruby red five-pointed star adorns the center…”
“The vampire pistol is contained in an ivory case, together with steel dagger blade which attaches
to the end of the cross, an ivory cleaning rod, ivory powder bottle, and cap and ball supply.”
However, in my hunting/haunting around the web, I also came across
their contemporary counterparts…though for slaughter?
None intended.
Lycanthrope Case by
Nashoba Hostina
of note: The Lycanomicon
& the
Necromancer Briefcase by
Andrea Falaschi
fantastique!
Spectres Among Us
October 10, 2010 by Clint Catalyst · 5 Comments
Subliminal Stimuli, Lurking Beneath Conscious Perception
Can You See/Do You See/Do You Know
What Is It?
“We don’t see things as they are [;] We see them as we are.”
- Anais Nin
:: source of visual stimuli : Ariel Rebel’s Haunted Grafenberg Spot : on tumblr ::
She Ain’t Ugly; She’s My Shyla.
July 21, 2010 by Clint Catalyst · 13 Comments
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Rifling through the ridiculous four-digit number of unanswered missives clogging my In-Box like a steady diet of deep-fried dill pickles, KFC and biscuits slathered in bacon fat does the arteries, it took but a cursory glance at the last sacrilegious e-card Ugly Shyla sent starring Scooter (R.I.P.), her three-legged cat, and I was transported back to April of 2003. Convergence, an annual festival for those more shadowy in spirit, had booked me as a spoken word performer among that year’s roster. Jared, ever the trooper in terms of road trips, had joined me on this excursion to Las Vegas: convention capitol of the world, tackiest city in the country, and home of the flamingo-themed Hilton hotel where for four days it was as if a black cloud descended upon its fuchsia presence.
That’s when I first “officially” met Shyla ♥—
Why the quotation marks? A counter-culture periodical entitled Swag had premiered around this time, and both Shyla and I graced its pages. I’d read the feature on her and hence already knew about the ‘morbid fine art’ dolls she creates, her involvement with the performance art troupe (A-M-F), her wicked sense of personal style (fish-hooks through flesh used in lieu of garter belts), how her mom (known in the scene as ‘Goth Mom’) turned her on to the joys of John Waters, Satanism and transvestites. All of that was fine and fascinating, but—more than anything—I was intrigued by the knowledge that this remarkable creature hailed from a tiny town called Jennings, Louisiana.
My own history composed of 18 years in Nowheresville, Arkansas—where I grew up not on a street, but a ‘Rural Route’ consisting of dirt and gravel—I can’t help but be drawn to other southern-fried freaks. Not so much for the sake of sharing tear-stained stories of persecution, but rather because some of the most fascinating individuals I’ve ever met have sprouted from completely random spots among The Fly-Over States’ detritus. While it sucked with sharp fangs during those days of puberty and pimples, I’m grateful to have developed as an individual without a clique to inform or guide me. Said another way? There was no “Check-List of Cool,” no tables in the caf polarized by those who fit within the parameters of Punk, Goth, Mod, Ska, etc.
When there’s no need to conform among the non-conformists? That’s when the aberrant has an opportunity to define itself.
But I digress. Ugly Shyla is aberrant, if anything—and sick, sick, siiiick in the best sense of the word.
:: A Sexy Shyla Pin-Up Print :: Available Through Her Web Shop ::
We clocked each other in the (ahem) “Bizarre Bazaar”: me in a custom Liz McGrath pinstripe suit adorned with gaping wounds and open sores oozing with red glitter; she in a pristine white baby doll dress that’d been ripped apart and re-stitched with thick black thread to match her full-eye black sclera contacts.
Sure, there’s the blue hair, the fishnets: this is familiar territory for most of us.
But once we made it past the “Don’t-I-Know-You-From…” social pleasantries?
That’s when I began to learn the good stuff.
:: artwork utilizing menstrual blood as a medium ::
Don’t just take my word for it, though.
Stop by her self-proclaimed “trailer park of the internet” ( Ugly Shyla Dot Com ); peruse her on-line gallery ( Ugly Art Dot Net ); give her Etsy marketplace a gander ( Ugly Art On Etsy ) and come to your own conclusions.
Rather than a welcome mat, you’ll be greeted by an image of your hostess bound in a warm, fuzzy straightjacket. It might be hard to make out what she’s saying on account of the Hannibal Lecter-Lite safety guard that obscures her mouth…but if you look deep into those eyes eclipsed by contact lenses a ruptured shade of red, there’s an inherent sense that in Ugly Shyla’s world—complete with gauche magenta-on-pink animal-print wallpaper and the royal proclamation “Mental Illness With Style” scrawled in a gorgeous font rife with manic intensity—this is her version of an invitation to step inside.
Then, once you ease into the nascent stages of dementia via multi-sensory bombardment,
once you abandon all distinctions between what’s extreme and what’s extremely absurd,
it’s hard not to feel immediately welcomed…and at home.
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Agyness Deyn Is Such A Naag, Naag, Naag
July 13, 2010 by Clint Catalyst · 4 Comments
In case you haven’t heard by now, mega-model Agyness Deyn co-edits an e-’zine where she “gets bloggy about it.” And before the eye-rolling commences, no: it doesn’t suck. As the adage goes, yes: sometimes God does serve with both hands.
Contrary to the Cabaret Voltaire reference in my title, Naag was named after its founders (“na” from journalist Fiona Byrne and “ag” from Aggy)—a choice made all the more appropriate by the URL’s personality-driven articles. In their own words, “Naag is Fiona and Aggy and our friends, talking about things we like to see and do and feel. We live in New York and like to hang out.”
Among the current features are: “A Nice Day For A Sulk”, a photo editorial Agyness shot of her pal Nancy (one of the images was used for the site’s splash page, as seen above)
and articles ranging from “MAC’s New Two-In-One Mascara Is Heroically Important”, in which staff writer Tamar Anitai explains that with Haute & Naughty, “even though it looks like you’re using two different brushes, you’re not.” The delineation between the pink “Just Running To Starbucks” wand and the purple wand is a clever, chuckle-worthy example of colloquial writing with a distinct voice, as “the purple wand essentially acts like a John Deere front-end loader, absolutely crushing the hopes and dreams of other high-volume mascaras as it packs drag-queen levels of mascara onto the brush for an epic, intense effect. It’s like 10lb of sugar in a 5lb bag. So, use either side separately for a totally different look, or use both sides for maximum effect, but hello? Who doesn’t love options?”
to Stephanie Trong’s “Jewelry That Shouldn’t Work, But Does” — subtitled Studs, Spikes and Rhinestones? Sure, Trong’s coverage of New York–based designer Meredith Kahn’s jewelry line Made Her Think summarizes the aesthetic as being “like if punks finally stopped being snobby toward goths and then they decided to have a bunch of Top 40 pop stars over for a slumber party with champagne.”
[CON'T, AFTER THE JUMP]
Oh, But I ✷ Just ✷ Can’t ✷ Resist…
July 5, 2010 by Clint Catalyst · 6 Comments
I don’t know about the rest of you gents, but
I’m feeling seriously left out of this whole
—VAJAZZLING—
craze!
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Filtered through the voice of my relative “twiced removed”, Junior Jr.:
“Somebody let my ding-a-ling do some sparkly thangs!
They’ve done gone & leaked the fun to The Christwire, ma!”
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(Fuh reals, though—there’s MOAR):
