Showing posts with label manifestos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label manifestos. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

“W!Z!B!” by Mr. Smog Monster

On this day, 22 March 2013, after several meetings of the Secret Tribunal on Horseshittists’ Ethics, and in light of the murders of long time H.S. members, Grover Von Eyesocker, Jr., and H.S. founder, Dr. Augeas P. Houyhnhnm, the Horseshittists group is hereby dissolved, by unilateral consensus of all dues paying members.
For those members who wish to continue associating for the purpose of artistic and satirical expression, a new group, under the leadership of Houyhnhnm’s second in command, Admiral Thomas J. Haha, is hereby formed and decreed active:
The Wham!ers Zamm!ers and Blamm!ers, aka: The W!Z!B!
This new formation of the H.S. is aimed at being more commercially viable and attractive to the general population than the H.S., allowing W!Z!B! actions to more easily penetrate (WHAM!) into “popular” media and, hence, reach deeper into the social consciousness. This will, in turn, draw in more dues paying members, producing more CASH (ZAMM!), allowing for the production of larger and more spectacular actions (BLAMM!) As the Christian Sects embrace the Old Testament, so shall the W!Z!B! embrace all tenants of H.S. doctrine, and new members to the W!Z!B! shall be expected to learn and understand H.S. concepts and commandments. The works set forth by Dr. Houyhnhnm and Von Eyesocker, Jr., as well as all the other architects of the H.S., are still deemed valuable and shall continue to be utilized in to their full extent in W!Z!B! thought.
The new Chief Officer of the W!Z!B!, Admiral Haha, served for several decades as a member of the H.S. Secret Tribunal, and has also been the author of several media pranks, which for litigation purposes shall remain unnamed, that more than qualify him to head this new incarnation of the group. In addition, Haha is physically fit and all surviving members of the H.S. believe him capable of withstanding an assault by any insane androids that may still be hunting former H.S. members.
Long live Admiral Haha and long live the W!Z!B!
—Mr. Smog Monster, Secretary of the W!Z!B!
[Originally posted 22 Mar. 2013 @ The Primitive Entertainment Workshop]

“Artists are Revolting: The 3rd Horseshittists’ Manifesto” by Richard F. Yates

Part One: Excommunications
Dr. Augeas P. Houyhnhnm and the other members of the Secret Tribunal on Horseshittists’ Ethics, responding to the rogue posting of a 2nd Horseshittists’ Manifesto by recent inductee, Yichard Rates, have declared a state of emergency within the Horseshittists’ ranks. Though rogue actions are generally smiled upon within Horseshittist circles, the blatantly anti-Horseshittist commentary perpetrated by Mr. Rates has lead to the unanimous decision to excommunicate Mr. Rates from the ranks of the Horseshittists from now until the end of time, or until the Big Crunch, whichever shall occur sooner. However, his renegade work, The 2nd Horseshittists’ Manifesto, shall remain in the archives of the Horseshittists, partially because it establishes a series of interesting talking points and partially because we are all too lazy to bother erasing it.
(Sources have recently revealed that Yichard Rates is actually a poorly designed robot created by the big pharmaceutical industry for the sole purpose of destroying the Horseshittists’ Movement, which is, naturally, horseshit.)
In addition to Mr. Rates, two posthumous excommunications have been decreed by the Tribunal at this time, as well:
—Andre Breton, founder and ruler of the Surrealists, is hereby posthumously excommunicated from the Horseshittists for forcing Tristan Tzara out of the circle of the Parisian branch of the Dadaists and for being an egotistical douche-bag, which is horseshit.
—Richard Huelsenbeck, the Dada Drummer in Zurich and participant in the Berlin Dada group, is hereby posthumously excommunicated from the Horseshittists for denying Kurt Schwitters admission into the Dada Club in Berlin and for picking on Tristan Tzara, which is horseshit. Tzara wore a monocle for Bob’s sake. You just don’t pick on a guy who is classy enough to wear a monocle.
Part Two: “A Horseshittist Considers the Purpose and Usefulness of ART”
[This beautiful section was penned by Grover Von Eyesocker, Jr., but is fully endorsed by the Horseshittists’ Movement as a whole.]
Art is not about pretty pictures. Art is not about therapy or “self-expression,” either. Art is about the collapsing of infinite possibilities into a singularity, a moment or object that defies oblivion, however briefly, but is itself composed of said oblivion and is derived out of the deaths of innumerable possible alternate moments or objects. Where this painting now sits, billions upon billions or other, equally probable, paintings will now never come into being. It is possible that in some far flung moment of space-time that we shall never reach, alternate universes exists in which each of these non-paintings has become a reality, but what are such probabilities to us who will never encounter them.
No. Art is not about pretty pictures. Art is about ghosts and phantoms and shadows, the compression of all possibilities into one, less than perfect, momentary, fleeting blip, a point of existence that cries out for a spectator to notice it before it fades back into the nothingness from which it, oh so momentarily, sprang.
Part Three: Posthumous Inductees
Since we’re kicking people out of the ranks of the Horseshittists, it’s only fitting that we grab a few to add to the group, so that we can keep the numbers on an even keel. Here are a few citizens who have been decreed, by the Secret Tribunal, as posthumous inductees into the Horseshittists’ Movement:
—Samuel Clemens, aka Mark Twain, is hereby inducted into the ranks of the Horseshittists. He was full of pranks and gumption, and often managed to entertain and enrage at the same time. Welcome.
—Tristan Tzara, the wandering Dadaist, born in Romania, caused a fuss in Switzerland, and got socked in the face in Paris. His “1918 Dada Manifesto” is one of the most brilliant, but undervalued, pieces of modern literature, which bandies about concepts of absolute import to the Horseshittists’ Code, such as the following: “Every pictorial or three-dimensional work is without purpose; let it be a monster that frightens servile minds, and not something sickly sweet to decorate the refectories of animals in human costumes, illustrations of this fable of humanity.” Is that reason enough to let him in? The Tribunal says yes.
—Erik Weisz, aka Harry Houdini, could smell horseshit from a hundred miles away. In addition to being a master escape artist and illusionist, Houdini dedicated a substantial portion of this life to debunking fake spiritualists and psychics who used trickery to rob unsuspecting and vulnerable citizens of their hard earned dough, which is some serious horseshit. Mr. Weisz, you are one of us!
—Ray Johnson, a collagist and postal artist, was a master of taking horseshit too far. Though he eventually drowned himself, before giving up the ghost, Johnson was the king of the tiny gesture, a true poet of nothingness, whose artwork didn’t stop at the edge of the canvass, but included nearly every aspect of his life. Gooble gobble, gooble gobble, Mr. Johnson. One of us!
—Roy Dean “Rowdy” Yates, my father, who died last summer, was an environment-builder who utilized the most basic, found substances to create his worlds. He had a cherry tree, limbs and all, holding up the ceiling in his living room. The back porch of the house I now live in was built out of wood he scavenged from a toppled down barn (and it kind of looks like it.) And I even heard stories about how he once ate a dead fly off a windowsill at a party on a dare! Shocking. The man lived a frugal but imaginative life, and besides that, look at how great I turned out to be! For that alone, the man certainly deserves to be counted among the Horseshittist elites!
Thanks, and have a good night.
—Richard F. Yates
(Commander in Cheap of The Primitive Entertainment Workshop)

Sunday, August 13, 2017

“The Horseshittists’ Ten Commandments” by Mr. Smog Monster

1. Thou shalt be greedy.In this world, everyone (especially politicians, bureaucrats, businessmen, and other thieves) is trying to steal your horseshit from you. Protect your horseshit. Be ready to sock a motherfucker in the eye if they try to steal your horseshit.
2. Thou shalt be disruptive.Because the way the world runs right now is horseshit, it is the duty of every Horseshittist to disrupt, distort, and disturb the smooth operation of this pathetic planet, especially where business, politics, bureaucracy, and oppressive law enforcement are concerned.
3. Thou shalt be unpredictable.Society fears the unpredictable. Being insane, being bizarre, being non-normal—these are all effective tools for disrupting society, and they can sometimes be utilized to generate cash, which you can then greedily protect! (CASH is not horseshit.)
4. Thou shalt be angry.Horseshittists are angry by nature. Chances are, if you have been drawn to this “philosophy” then you are already angry. If you are not angry at all the horseshit going on around you, then you cannot see. If you are not angry, and you fancy yourself a Horseshittist, fake your anger until you look around enough that you become angry fur real. And it’s important (as you will see in a future Commandment) that you ENJOY being angry, revel in it, be joyously furious!
5. Thou shalt manufacture your own entertainment.The entertainment industry is horseshit, of course, because most objects/experiences that we can BUY are created by a committee for a fictional, statistically imagined, “target market.” HORSE-SHIT! We are individuals with personal histories, personal tastes, personal desires, and other personal horseshit. Therefore, we are uniquely qualified to create our own entertainment objects, which express our own, unique flavor of horseshit. It is also wonderful to take money away from big businesses that try to sell you their generic, mass market, non-specific objects or experiences (horseshits.)
BONUS POINTS if you can get cash from others who want to buy YOUR horseshit stories or horseshit paintings or horseshit movies, etc….
[Doubting Thomas question: Why produce more horseshit when the world is already full of it? Because, by producing YOUR OWN horseshit, which is competing with the corporate horseshit, you are DISRUPTING the normal flow of production and consumption, (which is horseshit,) and you can create your horseshit to be as ANGRY and as UNPREDICTABLE as you want it to be. In addition, you may be able to make some CASH with your horseshit, which is cool, and then you can be GREEDY about protecting the profits from your horseshit project, which will both DISRUPT big business and help you ENJOY your life (see Commandment 10, below.)]
6. Thou shalt be prolific.The goal of every GOOD Horseshittist is to overwhelm the world with as many horseshit gestures as possible: pranks, hoaxes, nonsense, jokes, zines, novels, poems, art objects, blogs, performances, songs, spectacles, showings, “fashion” designs, puppet shows, events, accidents, incidents, and any other horseshit you can imagine. Hundreds, thousands, millions of small gestures. Floods, tidal waves, tsunamis of horseshit should be produced and projected or performed upon the world, for the purpose of drowning the corporate horseshit mechanism and strangling the day-to-day operations of all the societal / religious / bureaucratic / advertising horseshit that is inflicted upon us, all day, every day, AMEN.
7. Thou shalt find inspiration in the work of other Horseshittists and in historical, proto-Horseshittists.*
[*Sophists, punks, Dadas, Fluxurs, Gnostics, alchemists, Absurdists, hippies, Surrealists, Pop Artists, Satanists, Beats, Symbolists, Romantics, New Wavers, late nighters, Fugs, crazies, cross-dressers, kooks, and all the other weirdos, thugs, revolutionaries, and freaks.]
Historically, most societies have endured wackos, dissidents, non-conformists, and other disruptors of the societal flow. In some cases, such as shamen or anti-establishment artists who have been absorbed by corporate capitalism, not many, but in some cases the Horseshitters have become important members of their societies: creating art, furthering the sciences, causing spectacles, changing mass public opinions, or even causing or assisting with revolutions. In most cases, however, Horseshittists and proto-Horseshittists die, relatively unknown and poor, only appreciated years or even decades after they went away, which sucks.
In our current, science-fiction world of instant publication and world-wide communication, it should be MUCH easier for Horseshitters to get their particular brands of horseshit in front of humans who will appreciate it—and maybe even give them some CASH for it, which would be F.A.B. In addition, the ACCESS to historical data which the magical (yet truly and completely horseshitty) electronic networks provide makes it ridiculously easy to learn about historical Horseshittists’ and proto-Horseshittists’ activities and personalities, which leads directly into the next Commandment…
8. Thou shalt be knowledgeable, particularly of your own brand of horseshit.If you are a painter, know everything there is to know about that horseshit, from cave paintings to contemporary practitioners. If you are into pranks, find out which neanderthal invented the whoopy-cushion. KNOW YOUR HORSESHIT! The ease of access to information, thanks to the electronic information super-highway, (at least for those Horseshittists in countries where the internet is everywhere,) makes researching nearly any topic so simple, requiring only time and devotion, that IGNORANCE is a Horseshittist SIN! (The idea of “sin” is, of course, complete and utter horseshit. The idea of “original sin,” however, is very appealing, particularly if the sin is SO original and shocking that those who participate in it make the news, get arrested, and then live to write a book about their experiences and get CASH!)
Bottom line: Become an EXPERT at your kind of horseshit, and feel free to share that expertise (perhaps for a small fee) with other Horseshittists to help lift them out of their sinful state of horseshit ignorance!
[Side note: It may be beneficial to the Horseshittist cause to create a catalog or archive list, possibly as an online database, of important and/or amusing Horseshittist or proto-Horseshittist personalities, events, pranks, movements, nonsense, etc., to help inspire new acts of Horshittistry. Who are the Horseshit giants whose shoulders we can straddle in order for us to fling our own horseshit that much further?]
9. Thou shalt be skeptical.One of the downest of down sides of our horseshit digital age is the massive proliferation of ignorant, false, inaccurate, incomplete, and misleading information. If something seems too good to be true, it’s probably horseshit. If something seems too BAD to be true, it’s also probably horseshit. (If something IS true, it is, again, probably horseshit, but that’s a subject for a different discussion.) Do not be fooled, taken in, misled, or robbed of your dignity, or more importantly, of your CASH, because of false information. If ANYONE is going to spread lies, false rumors, half-truths, or misinformation, especially when money can be made by doing it, it should be US raking it in, not them.
Research, check sources, use critical thinking skills, and don’t get suckered! (Again, if you don’t know HOW to do these things then fake it until you learn!)
10. Thou shalt enjoy yourself.By a cosmic fluke, an accident of nature, by a bazillion to one chance, you exist! And you have no idea for how long that will continue to be the case. Do not waste the one, meager, fleeting, unrepeatable chance that you have to exist on horseshit that does not make you happy. Eat the ice-cream. Sing the songs. Enjoy your body, and other people’s bodies (unless they are screaming—that’s a bad thing.) Stay up too late. Take the vacation. Go for the walk…
It’s all horseshit, so you might as well enjoy the horseshit you’ve got for as long as you’ve got it!
Start your engines…
—Mr. Smog Monster
[Originally posted 7 Mar. 2013 @ The Primitive Entertainment Workshop.]

“Manifestos are Horseshit: The First Horseshittist Manifesto”

“Manifestos are Horseshit: The First Horseshittist Manifesto”

Part One: Roll Call

We are Poor.

We are Angry.

We (as The Human League once said) “Are much more Clever than You.”

And yet, We will never be Stars or Sex Symbols or Heroes or Millionaires (and that’s a damn shame.)

We will never affect change on a global scale—or save the world.

We will work hard our entire lives and still die poor and powerless—and that is Horseshit.

However, because We are Horseshittists, We reserve the right to ignore your Laws and Values and Aesthetics and tedious Beliefs in your own Self-Worth and Importance, which are all Horseshit.

Part Two: Defining Terms

Politics is Horseshit.

Religion is Horseshit.

War is Horseshit.

Oppression is Horseshit.

Business is Horseshit.

Capitalism is Horseshit.

Communism is Horseshit.

Marxism is Horseshit.

Socialism is Horseshit.

Bureaucracy is Horseshit.

The Five-Day Work Week is Horseshit.

The Cost of Healthcare is Horseshit.

Being Young is Horseshit.

Feeling Young when you are clearly OLD is Horseshit.

Being Old is Horseshit.

The Beauty Industry is Horseshit.

The Entertainment Industry is Horseshit.

The Media is Horseshit.

Censorship is Horseshit.

Racism is Horseshit.

Classism is Horseshit.

Sexism is Horseshit.

Homophobia is Horseshit.

Academia is Horseshit.

Ignorance is Horseshit.

History is Horseshit.

The Future is Horseshit.

Art is Horseshit.

Literature is Horseshit.

Philosophy is Horseshit.

Permanence is Horseshit.

Death is Horseshit.

Folding Laundry is Horseshit.

Being Born Poor is Horseshit.

Being Born Rich and Not Giving Some of Your Money to US is Horseshit.

Boredom is Horseshit.

Not Playing, Not Enjoying Yourself, and Not Having a Good Time: All Horseshit.

Saying Everything is Horseshit is Horseshit.

Part Three: Call to Action

What should YOU do now that you know? Frankly, we don’t care. Chances are, you will continue to live your boring, pointless, distracted lives, doing whatever everyone tells you to do: your governments, your churches, your bosses, your friends, your favorite advertising firms… And that’s all fine with us.

We will continue to watch you doing stupid things, and We will laugh about it and mock you, and We will feel superior to You in every way. And YOU won’t care how We feel because you’ll never know who We are or why we’re really laughing.

For our own parts, We will continue to define our silly terms and think our superior (but pointless) thoughts and create our meaningless stories and poems and dramas and screenplays and articles and comics and paintings and websites and manifestos… And the main difference between US and YOU is that We will know that everything We do is nothing, all pointless, all horseshit—and that will be enough to make US better than YOU (which is also Horseshit.)

And the MOST clever amongst US will be able to trick you into thinking that what We do is valuable and worthwhile and MEANINGFUL, and We might even be able to steal some of your money away from you and convince you to feel good about losing it. THAT is the Horseshittists’ Golden Goose Egg!

Everything is Horseshit, this is the axiom by which We define the world, but being POOR and living in Horseshit sucks. Give Us some of your money, and we can ALL have more fun. Thank you, and have a nice day.

—Dr. Augeas P. Houyhnhnm et al. (30 Feb. 2013)

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[Originally posted 1 Mar. 2013 @ The Primitive Entertainment Workshop.]