3/13/2021

Phantôme Buk

 



c'est une action de 'still standing'  que veut continuer les activités culturelles entre temps du lockdown et fermeture de toute les lieux culturelles...
 Et c'est bien nécessaire, vue que dans cette entre-temps les politiciens et machinateurs de béton conspire de refaire la coiffure
 de la commune pendent les gens sont coincé al la maison... En place de faire plus vert les sites désaffectés et bétonnées, ils veulent construire encore plus
 des bâtiments dans les parques historiques, enlèvent les anciennes arbres et détruisant l'habitat de tels de oiseaux en petits créatures et biotope insecte, fleurs, 
sauvagerie etc pour mettre de e-parking Walibi éducatif récréatif idiot...

Non je suis dite, je veux aller pour une acte de présence au Forest ( en soutienne éducative, informative) avant de faire une acte de absence au Buktapaktop,
 ou il y a des étranges manifestations de mouvement dans le cadavre esquisse abandonné.... Apparemment il y a une mystère d'une relique non de Saint Bukta, 
mais d'une interlocuteur inconnu... (quelques-unes  lui identifie comme Alexandre De Quaste, mais ce n'est pas sûre de toute...

Alors que les arbres d l'abbaye doit survivre le attaque idiotique des administrations locales et leurs instigateurs du réseau clandestine de bétonneurs, 
les colporteurs de pellets et de la mensonge de biomasse recyclable, aussi les manifestations mystérieuses dans le petite chapelle de St. Bukta doit être éclaircis...

Qui? Qui est responsable dans la plage culturelle des présentation en ligne des danseurs, comédiennes et Penguins de cirque?
 Qui avait initié cette maladie de cerveau connue déjà longtemps dans les cercles surréalistes et objet de discoure sur les conclaves patacycliques...
 Maladie qui ressort de temps en temps après le primaire signalisation en Suisse en 1919... En contaminent après la grande pandémie 
dans les années vingt du 20iemme, avec une outbreak dans les années soixante, mais jusque maintenant sous contrôle médicale oulipienne
 sans danger pour le publique en générale...

( les trois grâces hollandaises sort le train au aéroport internationale avec leurs bagages en roulette et les tickets a la main pour en sortir de la gare)

Nous on sorte aussi, mais du tunnel dans une désert de béton et verre reflétant, des entreprises de merde brillante que vent que de la gaspillage de toute naturelle..
. Croissent le Ring dénude de toutes arbres qui était la pour protéger les habitants en face de la violence visuelle de bâtiments grotesques,
 née des cerveaux malades de promoteurs et les déchets de l'école d'architecture... Nique le oiseux, les renards et des insectes utiles... 
Vive le béton, le poussière micro, la Monoxyde de Carbone que bonne bon bon...

Nous arrivons a Bruxelles



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

part two


La grande congrégation de sauveurs des arbres dans l'abbaye de Foret était annulée a cause des arbres qui pouvant tombé sur les participants de la congrégation 
de sauveurs des arbres tombantes... C'était une congrégation fantôme, une non-event qui était vue par personne, même pas par quelque-un.... 
( je attendais un Rossignol sur la banque mais il était jamais retiré...)

L'abbaye même est dans une état de triste désaffection, sur tout le manque de entretien et le vandalisme sont des problèmes... 
Et entre les arbres dangereuses qui sont prêt a tomber sur des congregees, il y a des drapeaux Allemands qui annonce avec fierté le complexe de Audi,
 usine de voitures carcinogènes qui prenne la moitié du surface de l ancienne abbaye avec parking pour ces voitures carcinogènes... 
Alors que il semble avoir beaucoup d'argent, il ne sont fait rien pour l'environnement de leur commune accueillante, et certainement pas pour le parque a coté...
 Le parking, par contre, avait coûté cher je pense...

Bon, rien a faire, par hasard le 97 vient si tôt que je suis trouvé au Buktapaktop déjà juste après midi... 
Chose rare... Il semble que il avait une activité artistique au tour du cadavre même si c'était annoncé que il n'a rien cette semaine..
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(pauvre petit gare de Vilvoorde, pauvre petit gare de Forest) 
 










 
 L'artiste anonyme et absente avait continué le peinture rituelle de gesso 
sur le toile avec portrait ajouté en cookie et menthe... 
Il avait apurement utilisé le même pinceau que était objet de curiosité d’autrefois,
 en supposant que c'était oublié par Alexander De Quaste, mais cette fois je ne peux pas être sure si c'est le même... 
 Les pierres de Titania Altezze était sorti et mise sur de bouteilles, ou mieux dit flacons trop petits dans le paysage de Deuxelles,
 seul les pierres qui était avec dans le voyage au pays bavarois...
 Les autres reste dans leur Tupperware dans le magasin, pas touché....
Les feuilles morts du boit a coté du feu était distribué légèrement sur scène, 
table et papiers mise au terre pour let travaille du programme de Carlos, avec une légère nuance de 'fanto mi' sur la planche 
en vert tableau noir... Pas de vert grenouille, ni, Forest, ni Paddington ou Wimbledon... Non, vert grise comme avant... 
 
 

 
 Il avait aussi une masque abandonné et une autoportrait polaroid du fantôme -
 mais c'est qui? personne? Absence?
 Figure de imagination ou de Absinthe?
Who nose?

Next week....
Continuation of the Aby treesaga, the fantom of the gallery,



3/09/2021

Back-up Cadavre

 The official site has packed up again, just when the 'Cadaver 21(esqis)' was gettin under way - something in the air or infestiv the server, who knows - so by way of emergecy publi(C) here the seventh day of the third weekly installment by Deuxelles...


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

champ

Jour+7

Le bacchanale local oei…comme je n’ai pas lu le journal entier de Chris il semble que le bureau-maquette doit rester comme avant …  excuse, je vais le réparer l’expo miniature avant le camadrie si on arrive à temps parce que Clio Renault elle fait non non non ..


 

 Épilogue

Dimanche, jour béni et le saint esprit paraît sur le champ ?..

Le coin de (buk) table et grandit avec  la figure de Annick  en miette de cookies et chocolat et bonbon menthe (comme Lise a décrit et fait par elle même et Toni et Carlos et Annick)…c’est incroyable comme les couleurs s’accorde,  la figure tire la langue comme Rimbaud a fait au monde entier …merci mes chers amis

bonne cadavre exquis


additional cookie portriat...

















schematic view of exhibition in the maquette...




see more / also main site

www.buktapaktop.be

10/10/2019

BuktaReprise (Opean 8+2)

BuktaReprise (Opean8+2)

Bukta Paktop Reprise illuminé
le 19 octobere 2019 a 20:00 (portes 19:00)
avec soupe te chaleur...













































The complete crew of the Buktapaktop will be performing a piect that was presented by a delegation (two members missing) at the OPEAN # 8 performance series at Eintstien Kultur in Munich during a multi-perf tour of said city. This version will be an augmented and well-lit version, with enough variation and improvisation as to make it a new production perhaps… one of the possible discussions based on the underlying actor-netwokt-theory which was the point of departure for the project in Munich… consider it a hands-on investigation…

 (prepping the ritual)

Well Lit/version

It was meant to be an illuminating experience, what with the last version being obscurantist, rather doldrum like... With a reason, to wit, but not entirely to the liking of all those involved, which was also but a delegation and not the entire crew of Bukta Paktop... This time all were present and perhaps it is because of that fact there were minimal interventions and exchanges... The full light version too, may have contributed to the more detailed but less dramatic offerings... Leaving more space to ponder the significance?
Rather than improving upon a rather simple exchange, this illuminated version spread the conversation so broadly as to lose to a certain degree, the plot as it were ( compote vs complot ) and it all became very quiet... 








One has to imagine a secret society gathering in which everyone suspects a subversive element... And therefore makes no comment or move that can be construed to be anything or adhere to any attitude or position, practicing imponderabilia - if this is enough to warrant the kind of persecution the Bavarian Illuminati experiences in the early days remains a mute point... Here it seemed barely enough to retain momentum for the exchane needed to keep the ANT basis for the operation afloat... The performance needs to go on, so to speak... In this case the point of stalling came very close...














It has to be admitted this was but one of the multi-facetted project done in Munich, and there was no reference whatsoever to the crux of the biscuit, being the soul bread man that lives in all of us since the partaking in that memorable finno-belgian ritual at the Färberei... Documentation of which has not even yet been collated, analysis of which still has to be undertaken and to which the stone stories ( and Laetitia stone archive ) still have to be addressed...
So, hopfully there will be more posted soon....

7/12/2019

BuktaMUC reports

Report-blog & discursions



This blog is mainly a preliminary chronological rundown (up) of proceedings during an excursion by the BUKTAPAKTOP group to Munich between the 1st and 10th of July 2019. Accompanying pages (right) will be augmented as we attempt some analysis and interpretation of the actions undertaken.

special thanks go to











Die Färberei,
for leaving us the run of the place as our central headquarters
Club Zwei 
for organizing the wonderful series "OPEAN"

the WBI for assisting in making the trip possible...


and of course all other venues that received us with open arms:
Das KloHäuschen,
Kunstpavillon im Alten Botanischen Garten,
Kösk, Ligstalz8, etc etc

(see below and pages at right for more)

7/07/2019

the soul

Saturday saw the culmination of our combined efforts in our main base of operations,
Die Färberei, where we could practically do whatever we wanted; subdividing into gallery downstaris with projection...

there was a proposal by IPUT direct St. Turbo
to play Brecht's 'EXIT' at the beginning...
which in the end did not happen (due to the hole I think) 
but here it is if you like 















 and the nervecenter in the former archive space on the first floor, a sort of playroom of ideas and contributions, documentation and such, and then the main office/bakery on the top floor, where brains would steam and sweat would rund from Finish and Belgian brows...



But the main event was the combination of the two strains between Bukta Paktop and the MRCVE,
the so-called 'colloquia' in which the exchange of interpretations would occur and the differences and/or similarities become apparent:


the construction of a non-human humanoid, using 11 sorts of baking recopies, of which most very traditional and part of our human heritage, with, to top it off:  the soul - made from living dough some three hundred years old...
MRCVE spent three days baking the man, and it was up to BUKTA PAKTOP to imbue it with life!

here Bukta-members consider their options...


rituals with stones were of no avail, and even after injections with extra strong caffein solution, mo sign of life was to be registered, at which pint we mound forces (both the two groups as well as the public) to commence an autopsie....





most visual material on video,
more soon!

7/05/2019

OPEAN 8

Friday 5 July, 8 P.M. Einstein Kultur, Einsteinstrasse

 soundchecking in the morning












The Opean
(Nr. 8, not number 9, even though it felt a bit like it..)

Well on time for the technical run-through, things started coming together and with the basic structure of our banquet-table scenography, not too much discussion... but given the amount of people the mic-test did take a while.
Headed back by car and assisted the MRCVE which then came back with us, so by 6 we were a full contingent of BelgoFinns lined up to have dinner with Andy Moor and Yannis Kyriakides, our Rebetika counterplayers...




















The Eintsein was quieter than I remembered it, the other venues were not operative except the 'Unterfahrt lounge', from whence strains of jazz could be heard... so we were lucky that there were enough people visiting our performance to make it a reasonable success.... it all went without a hitch, slightly long perhaps... or it seemed that way because it was a relatively queiet performance for our standards. After getting seated round the table and having other join us the twitter chitter noisy background made way for individual contributions, beginning with Julien and his bodyprojections – after having passed around his offering of 'spirit in the owl', het began projecting his discourse on his cranium, the stripped his jacket to use his torso....



















In the meantie Jérome began shaving, not only his fce but his whole head.... the musicians sort of wallowed about, making bits of sound that sometimes seemed coherent, sometimes not... LL went about chattle chores, placing and displacing plates and things ans stuff and replacine and things and stuff... a circular circumnavigation of the tablecloth she had prepared with th laws of kosher... Dialogist-Kantor dialogued in their oversized self-made readyfound hats, sometimes by way of a short sprint sometimes by drag-guitar and fragments of singing.

















Lise broke the upcolmming monotony with her discourse and distribution of papers, quietly reciting, reading, singing and circling the table to sit down here and there, handing out statements “Make Space for Unexpected companions” and “making world is not limited to humans” and “why should everything be profitable” as a sort of retorical non-question nonetheless pertinent in these ultra liberal times where all seems to be about me&money...



 some more giutar-dragging and short bursts of fiddling until Jérome was finished with his shave... all around, now looking like a camp inmate, with his hair floating an a poor basin of soapy water.... (he had considered burning it but this wasn't possible in the space provided)



After the break we were treated to some breakneck guitar from Ex Andy Moor and Yannis Kyriakides on synth, electronics relay rembtika fragment-mix and interpretation... an exciting trip through recognition and discovery, and an encore of course...






7/04/2019

Fourth of July

main attraction
4th of July (anti-pic, picnic, pick nick, as you will) at the
KunstPavillon im Alten Botanischen Garten
from 4 P.M.

transcript/partial of the
Declaration of Independence 1776
and
 SPURensuche /SPURensicherung...



the fourth of july picknick went fine: we arrived on time, which is already an achievement, and proceeded to install ourselves at the south western corner of the Pavillion, which contrary to what I claimed earlier, was built by the nazis rather than being a remnant of the glass palace; ... to house architectual models of social-realist sculptures... that is somewhat unclear/ to be researched.
We were met by a delegation from the Kunstpavillon, (champagne, everyone!) and Anja from the KloHäuschen saved the day by returning my project folder which I had left behind at the Pissior – containing many a sensitive and important document... anyway,
To kick things off I read the Declaration of Independence, more or less until the litany of abuse by the British began... juste the parts that are usually quoted and a bit more... the right to throw off unjust government as mainstay.



























Zwischenlösung: Stolpersteine in an interior public space, not quite in front of the victims house but within sight of it...



We then went on “SPURsuche” around the pavillion; looking for traces of the german artists group that was implicated in the establishment of the establishment, being a ruin with no specific function after the war, and in fact part of one of the first artist syndicats in germany...

















SPUR, also related for a while to the Situationist International until Debord decided to kick them our with perhaps some doing by latecomer Dieter Kunzelmann, later known as Spassgeurilla & egg-thrower, as well as more serious incidents...

We circled the pavillion carfully, inspecting all the nooks & crannies, but did not find conclusive evidence of the above-mentioned grouping, but quite a few more contemporary grafittos and blemishes, tags and spots... then we proceeded with the reading of an open letter which was included in one of the aerly SPUR publications, a defence of Trocci by Debord, Jorn and De Jong... in english and concerning the US governments attitude towards aforementioned.




Though it was very agreeable to linger in the shade, duty called and we headed towards the other end of the park to participate in the Köskival Parade “behinderung ist rebellion” which led us (escorted by brassband and police) past various stately buidings, the central station and popular neighborhoods to KÖSK... along which route many an onlooker asked us what in … Ankkanannan meant and if they should be offended... but no, it's just a duckhen, a bit different but not different at all...
at the <Kösk there was a wild and woolly defilé de mode in wheelchairs and high heels if you could sport them, but Bukta Paktop had not prepared for this and so war relegated to onlooker... but what a loooker!







at 6 P.M. we joined the Parade of the
KÖSKival 'behinderung ist rebellion'

more later


Phantôme Buk

  c'est une action de 'still standing' que veut continuer les activités culturelles entre temps du lockdown et fermeture de...