ARTWORKS 1997 - 1993
ARTWORKS 1997 - 1993
My flux activation's are influenced by the Fluxus art movement from the 1960' where I walk the streets and immerse my body into it's architecture as a form of pinpointing locations. I have always been fascinated with street spaces as platform for micro choreographic actions, so I insert myself as a form of occupying city streets and spaces.
My flux activation's are influenced by the Fluxus art movement from the 1960' where I walk the streets and immerse my body into it's architecture as a form of pinpointing locations. I have always been fascinated with street spaces as platform for micro choreographic actions, so I insert myself as a form of occupying city streets and spaces.
My flux activation's are influenced by the Fluxus art movement from the 1960' where I walk the streets and immerse my body into it's architecture as a form of pinpointing locations. I have always been fascinated with street spaces as platform for micro choreographic actions, so I insert myself as a form of occupying city streets and spaces.
My flux activation's are influenced by the Fluxus art movement from the 1960' where I walk the streets and immerse my body into it's architecture as a form of pinpointing locations. I have always been fascinated with street spaces as platform for micro choreographic actions, so I insert myself as a form of occupying city streets and spaces.
My flux activation's are influenced by the Fluxus art movement from the 1960' where I walk the streets and immerse my body into it's architecture as a form of pinpointing locations. I have always been fascinated with street spaces as platform for micro choreographic actions, so I insert myself as a form of occupying city streets and spaces.
My flux activation's are influenced by the Fluxus art movement from the 1960' where I walk the streets and immerse my body into it's architecture as a form of pinpointing locations. I have always been fascinated with street spaces as platform for micro choreographic actions, so I insert myself as a form of occupying city streets and spaces.
My flux activation's are influenced by the Fluxus art movement from the 1960' where I walk the streets and immerse my body into it's architecture as a form of pinpointing locations. I have always been fascinated with street spaces as platform for micro choreographic actions, so I insert myself as a form of occupying city streets and spaces.
JACK LINOU
THE ART OF AN OUTSIDER
This website is dedicated to Jack who struggled with addiction and HIV / AIDS.
POETRY
Egyptian of the Past
My skin draped with silk cocoons
I am hibernating with a fever
I’m awaiting the day when a vapour will hover above my nest
I waken, by falling into the abyss
Invisibility surrounds the premises
Like the horizons-of-the soldiers prayer
An invitation is handed to me
I go on reading with frailty
I observe the obscenity
Exercise to my forbidden oblivion
With hatred I play the banjos
Off to my journey looking for autumn
With a wrench of rain on my umbrella
I scrawled my condolences to the invitation of the past
And casting an order to monsieur’s phantom
But the congestion was too much
And I had to deliver the mail to the Egyptian of the past
Jack Linou: 1992
Ghettos Which Were Never Not
In the dense entangled street
Where the web of reality is weaving
People unknown to be gathered around to meet
Don’t know each other but all have an intriguing believing
And somehow they are all achieving
The concrete shatters from their restless feet
While some shoes look to fancy and neat
Someone must be deceiving
In all is great, every form must count
I watched the dance well
Where my convincing form was repeated
Now advanced and now retreated
With winter altering to a spring
I left my black umbrella falling into a well
Destroyed the seasons
Before the completion
As the drops of acid grew and fell
By the rocky mountain side
I see now the faces in the crowd
Echoes glancing, wakened my spell
The lights in the water were dancing
My thoughts now I scream aloud
And the joys of truth are now enhancing
Feeling my amends and making me proud
Jack Linou: 1993
The Explosions of Mixed Words
Explore the undivided side of the never ending brain
Make taste decisions to set a green light on its rightful way
The confusion is an enormous fusion
Which ignites twenty-four hours a day
The expression of the wonderful formation of daily living
The destination to the fountain of youth
Is at your birthplace, finding your deathbed
And then, the enlightened will allow the soul
To breathe through the invisible spirit of air
And the human force
Of life will allow
The souls of earth to carry on till eternity
Position the posture of a mountain
Which gives rights to the land of weight
Not a roaring lion or the sounds of the jungle will cry for life
The taste of being alive runs through all mountains
The growth of a tree shows that mother earth
Is surviving the torture of man
On upon not knowing the true reality
Jack Linou: 1991
The Ignorance of Life
The trail of manipulation begins
Jury of justice, absorbs their own failures
The dog without the collar is a nomad
Woman with diamond bracelet is respected
My hands are open to sign the pledge to clean one’s head
Ignorance when the Vestal Virgin had the key to her chastity belt
Unlawful desires shattered my forbidden fruit
I expose my hidden identities
Brothels keep living on immoral earnings
Now my book was judged without the hearing
Of the chapter being told
Casanova went wife swapping
The judge’s daughter was a fornicator
People must not speak over one’s wealth
Or bars shall swell over their eyes for life
Tribunal was balanced with political throne
Forces of law and order were upholding the truth
And the twelve good men are they true?
Less there be the killing of an animal
For the splendour of a fur coat being worn
This must be dismissed
I am now outlawed for the price on one’s head
For the ignorance of the untold future
Jack Linou: 1990
Jack
My mortal is shelled at death shut inside a narrow box
But I am confined for life
Oh God, I am a bitter paradox
I crouch low and supplicant
My elbow is knocking on the wood
But with a cry too thin to hear
Implores the God that somehow would
The children laugh and stretch their hands crying out for Jack
But with a sudden brutal thrust
They caught my head and pushed me back
All lonely Jack shut up in boxes composed of odds and ends of wood
Who have such brief amended?
Chanced to see the world and find it good
Will bring him to a just release
He awaits the tapping of the locks
He hears the children calling Jack
But they think he’s sleeping in his box
To give two toys of sticks of straws of less emotions that we draw
Might yet be turned upon ourselves
To show each in his narrow piece
Of flesh and blood like Jack’s of straw
Shut down and crying for release
Jack Lnou:1989
Hearing Voices
I hear her voice diverging around the open window of my ear
The warmth of your love so far away gives the strength
Of a thousand lions roaring through the jungle
My mind is thrown into your heart, as an astral travelling is occurring
I establish a concrete base so far away and burn with the energy of love
The seeping voice that runs through your veins
The taste of your tender lips, seeing them seduced
The voice of your own
The cry in the night runs through my veins wanting to hold you
As the pillow is mounted on my chest and my mind is travelling
My eyes only glimpsed the beauty that is holding me feeling you
Smelling the beauty of your skin
Like being in a garden of roses raining on our heads
And as you are so far away and you know not of my dream and wanting you
You yourself go through a wonderful feeling of being wanted
And taste the love of one that loves
Jack Linou: 1988
To Seek Your Soul
Dire monstrosities they will dare a sail
I can see clear a common man
There sounded in my ears
I hear a twittering and crowing and then
I feel through closed ranks of hooves
I cut my way
Buried my fingers in half boiled flesh
Seagulls spiraling savagely over me
They tore my flesh like sifting through mesh
I slit sharp noses
Trod on tongues
Seized shaggy manes
I shook bald heads by their beards
Because they heard dawn herald had fled in terror
And tribulation from the rising day
Interrogation I conveyed to grasp my soul
Jack Linou: 1987
