Malga Kubiak Malgorzata Kubiak Ma3gorzata Kubiak
THE EGO TRIP
AATTENTION!!! MISS MESS CD OUT nov 22 2001 3 tracs: BLACK JACK, GUILT, PLAYLET LOVE - MISS MESS: ERLAND STÅLBERG bass, JOHAN ZETTERQUIST guitar, MATTIAS ENBERG drums, MALGA KUBIAK vocals, order e-mail malga_kubiak@hotmail.com limited edition!!!
selling NOW: stockholm SOUND POLLUTION Stora Nygata, ANDRA at Rörstrandsgatan 25, RECORD HUNTER st.eriksg.* gothenburg: WEIRED SOUNDS andralångatan,DOLORES, BENGANS
NYC:BLEECKER'S BOB, W3edst. PARIS:BIMBO TOWER, st.antoine passage 5, BRUXELLES: LE BONHEUR rue des eperonniers, BERLIN: NEGATIVELAND - deleyed ATTENTION 25th JULY 2002 a movie by carl andersen featuring malga kubiak as marga k/poklewsky in *lick an apple like a pussy, the mivie stanislavsky never made* 3 weeks screening at brotfabrik kino in berlin ATTENTION 1st August REVOLUTION, performance by Stephen Rife & Malga Kubiak at Galeria Bezdomna Gdansk Stocznia, by night. Homeless Gallery Gdansk Shipyard. for stephen rife search at http://www. mnartists.org advanced search for stephen rife ATTENTION the 9 hours movie by malga kubiak DFLL still at work, featuring malga kubiak, douz, lilian swinne, fredrik peruiset, marizy dansart, strike and cecille xx ATTENTION a new cd PP of miss mess coming soon, soon does not mean a precision of time ATTENTION performance by stephen rife 1 malga kubiak 23ed JULY 2002 at mirotteri, rue menilmontante 88, paris ATTENTION MALGA KUBIAK AT THE FESTIVAL CASTLE OF IMAGINATION ZAMEK WYOBRAZNI 31 august 4 september 2002 USTKA POLAND
XXX, cult, subcultural, trash, beautiful hardcore, avant-garde study, the underground, punk-pornographic, independent, Kubiak mixes XXX-rated porn with Lynchian style and sound, voyeuristically titillating.
Malga Kubiak, writer, editor, publisher, graphic designer, photographer Malga Kubiak, director, script writer, camera man, actress, editing Malga Kubiak, screamer Malga Kubiak, agent, PR & Company
“No one has attempted to act the part of the total artist quite like her "to such an extent in being provocative" her art is maximally charged with sex, drugs, violence, experiences, emotions and quests” Mats Olsson, Material Magazine, March 1995
“Her work is egocentric, exhibitionistic, pretentious, vulgar, obscene, obstinate, banal, painful, pathetic, messy, disturbing and provoking everyone” Mats Olsson, DS Art News, October 1990
“The exhibitionistic director stars in her movies which are both documentary and fiction together, together with Nick Cave, Lydia Lunch, Blixa Bargeled, Norman Mailer, John Giorno” Anneli Jordahl, DN, 1996
“She works exclusively with herself. If other people take part, they are only background for the superegotism of Miss Mess.This should however be seen as a generous act, as it comes across in her books, films and objects.” Mats Olsson, Material Magazine, March 1995
"MALGA - THE CONQEROR, THE NEO NEO BEAT DAME, THE OUTSIDER, of course she is Slavic." Jessica Willis NEW YORK PRESS 1997
“Only in the context of psychoanalysis and underground, Malgorzata Kubiak’s films and books can be understood. And not just them, but also the peculiar type of personality presented in and through them, Malgorzata Kubiak herself. In Malgorzata Kubiak’s case, the ego-drug is her sex, which determines everything, both life and artistic activity. Malgorzata Kubiak’s biography is at once her artistic biography, her videography. Her strength lies in her realism. She is really doing IT and expresses it very clearly to us. The film is a vivisection of the ego; the whole erotic content of the films and books, as well as the images of violence are self-referential. “The ego trip” is not only a personal matter. It is also a cultural question. The phenomenon, Malgorzata Kubiak, explores the ego, the “I” as a material for art, the self –analysis are an artistic strategy. Concentrating on oneself, is not the same as egoism, though, egoism denotes pathological insensitivity. “The ego trip” is a cultural and civilizing trait of character: the ego coordinates individual and cultural qualities. Malgorzata Kubiak is no danger of being institutionalized. She is real. And it is the realism of the presentation of her ego that is most underground, genetically countercultural. Malgorzata Kubiak will never become the establishment.” Lukasz Guzek September 98
"MALGA KUBIAK, THE QUEEN OF THE UNDERGROUND MOVIES" DN 1999 “Once seen, never forgotten, ride on big mama!” GT February 96
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160 pages
© 1992
Mexico trip
“The female continuation of A.Artaud’s and W. Burroughs’s, Mexican trips” Poul Borum
cover by Sun MK Zachrison
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230pages
© 1994
ISBN-91-630-2367-9
Cover by Sun Maximilian Kubiak Zachrison
Color photographs by Malga Kubiak
Love story, sexually graphic, sexually explicit autobiography.
“M.K. writes better then Kerouac, but who cares for her sexual problem?” Einar Hecksher
“Malga The Conqueror. Malga the outsider, the neo-neo Beat dame” “Every page is a stellar orgasm or a breakup” Jessica Willis NYP
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333 pages
© 1997
ISBN 91-630-3172-8
Color photographs by Malga Kubiak, Harry Hoppe, Estrella Rydman, Fred Nilson
Cover, Kubiak. Drawing on the cover S.MK Zachrison, photo H.Hoppe
Beastseller, laugh story, a sexual disaster, in the bottom of the belly of the beast called love.
“I have done stupid things but I have done them superbly” M.Kubiak
“Next to Howl and Naked Lunch. A few prayers, among obscene passages in blocks, of movie-going and flitting around.” Jessica Willis NYP
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One Man Show
800 pages
© 1999
Photographs by Malga Kubiak & Harry Hoppe
Cover Kubiak, photos Kubiak, drawing S.MK Zachrison … the family & more.
Still at work.
*
Chapter 3
Bitter taste of recognition
Excerpt
This is one of these days when they are alone in the apartment. This is one of these days when they don’t feel hurt, when Jolly doesn’t pronounce the word “sex”, which would make Cry distressed. Jolly sits across his belly, his dick is inside her vagina, and deep by the uterus and reaching her heart. She moves smoothly, she sees his face, gentle eyes, feels his hands on her moving butt. They speed up a bit, she is going to come –grrrrrrrrrr, grrrrrrrrr- the phone rings. Boy picks it up, forwards it to her, the news is very good, indeed: she doesn’t come, he does, she is getting an interview this evening and her books reviewed. Unable to stop, once she dug into her past, Jolly keeps on vivid discussion with herself. Cry gets pissed drunk and sings on the subway, he is terribly out of key. Jolly is called a conqueror and a neo-neo beat dame. She spreads her legs for Cry, he won’t fuck her. His kick is over, she is fucking horny.“I’m a horny devil” Negro man, wearing a Viking’s hat with plastic horns, yells along 2nd Avenue.
Jolly is yesterday’s princess, tomorrow’s queen. “I feel like a walking talking rolling zero.” Art is an opinion. Art is neither good or bad. Art is an option, is a way, is a beauty or is an ugly, is a shock or a pleasure, an odor, a little kick or a giant blow or a quest or a contest. Art does not exist but in your head. Art is not what you see but how you feel about it. New York is an enormous ugly place and fat fellows smoke fat cigars. New York is incoherent, tastelessly aging! OK< I don’t mean, the keen look of shiny quarters or Broadway. I mean, the shit, we can afford – a nightmare.
“Lets go home,” he is pulling her off the dancing floor, to the restroom, shuts the door, pukes into the sink in red wine. At last she danced, and dancing with Black Boyz is fun! The walk home goes in rain. Cold New York rain. A mouthful taste of hate.
“That’s how you go out with me?” Cry complains, pulling her back towards him. “I paid four bucks for this beer, my soul is crying” Boy stretched a green bottle of Rolling Rock up to Anton’s face. Anton picks up the instamatic, “Can I take a picture of both of you?”
Cry proves a common sense by breaking up the dry conversation by the kitchen table. Bringing the silly girl to bed for many hours of a great pounding, he strips her, he licks her, he touches her, swings her, flays her, fries her, fucks her, turns her, flies her, makes her scream come. The bed caressing hopeful lovers, looks like a battlefield, is the battlefield. Jolly can’t walk nor sit on her ass in the following days.
“A go-go girl!” a Black guy selling cold Coca-Cola shouted after her. She was flattered, not insulted, it meant she was a girl with an alabaster skin, an alabaster flesh, an alabaster mind. That life was at ease. That life was an easy cake and she was softly chewing.
“Are you suffering from any disease?”
“It’s a love disease” Cry answers a civil cop’s question.
“It’s a fucking disease!” it’s cop’s point. Cry lies down for the 97th time across the road.
“You fucking Bitch! You are a fucking zero! In six years you are an old cart!” Cry triumphs. She is chewing on earth corns in her burger, which he dashed to the ground. The sun glows right down between two straight parallel leads of monstrous high buildings banding their insane heads, the tops. The color of the gutter is more humble then our hero’s dreams. Is softly purple, gray with a blitz of gold.
“Hollywood!” the driver pulled down his car’s window, trying to wind a conversation, she walked off, she wore a white, up to her slim waist, fur jacket, topped with a white fox collar, the shortest mini skirt on February, Winter, Broadway, the highest heels and white stockings. She had a snowflake complex. Jolly was a faked flake, crouching for her interview. The rendezvous, a tete, a tea for two. The chap was nice, took her serious, questioning her past. She had no past. She had nothing smart to say. Her exciting life referred exclusively up to today.
“Miss you have a cocaine on your nose,” says a police officer. He is tall, handsome, colored.
“Excuse me” Jolly backs up to the restroom, mirroring her, her nose is white. Cry “did” the Lucy’s Bar. Cry smashed the jukebox and the lamp over the pool tables… It was all her fault. He wanted to go home. “If you don’t come out, I’ll smash the place!” and he did. She wanted more beers, more music, more victims: she was a heartless bitch, and she was doing well. Earlier she destroyed his fun, pushing him out of the restroom, where he was with Lily doing coke. “We did not have sex” Lily said.
“I won’t have a friend, who locks herself in with my man! Fuck you bitch!”
“Give it to her” Lily commanded Cry who was back. Now, Jolly was to the restroom for the third time, as it looked, as if they might be taken to the police station, and she did not feel comfortable, keeping the stuff in her bra. She was feverishly looking for the hole to stash it, the toilet seat, the water tank, the mirror, the lamp, the sink. She found a piece of metal, with a hole in it, below the mirror. But the cops were OK, they did not arrest them, and now she was trying to get the stuff back and she could not. “Cry I’m so horny” Jolly appealed. It certainly did not impress him.
“Lick me” she tried, flashing. He turned her on her knees with a steady grip, his dick big alert: he was going to give her two seconds go from behind. “I won’t come like that!” whined the girl.
“Do you think I care?” Boy explained, pressing his prick into the pants, getting up. The game was over. No way to insert. “There is a tremendous difference between to love and to fuck” he said, and left the house.
“Hey writer girl, stop!” punker girl shouted after Jolly, running down an East Village street “Are you out selling books?”
“Yeah, how do you know?”
“Police officer told me you showed him the books the other night when the trouble with your boy friend wined up. I’m Kira, I already like you, I’m a dominator, come and visit me at the Vault, we do anus dildo fuck, an anal thrust, a vaginal press sensation, spanking, shaving, sewing, breast piercing, a scrotum torture, whatever you want!” Jolly shook Kira’s palm and found no words to answer her eloquent new pal. “Did you buy me cigarettes?” Jolly asks Cry, who came in with breakfast. “I’m going home. Give me my passport and my ticket.”
“You can’t. I love you”
“You don’t love me. You are mentally sick”
She goes out to buy Time Out with the new review of her movie Babe Trouble Hole, it brings the subject of her masturbation objectively out. Jolly girl is crushed, she is next to Cry. Cry takes her in his arms. “Is Nick Cave in?” the guy is short, stressed.
“Yes, he is” Jolly utterly busy, answers his question kind.
“I know Nick Cave, bring him out!” the aggression in the chap’s face palpably grows.
“I supposed you have asked me if he is in the movie. He is not here, he is probably in London”
“You don’t get away with it!” the guy almost hits her, he pushes the door between Max Fisher and Pink Pony, Jolly prepares for the screening, she sells tickets, she serves beamer and sound system, she holds the curtain, she is a director, a producer and a star. Tiny place is fully packed. Cry goes to sleep behind the sits and farts. Few people leave, the rest stays through the end of the sound track in completely darken room. Jolly makes about 25 bucks in two days, four screenings, NYC show.
“I have to congratulate you. You have got such a pretty wife and a new shoes” a Black guy sitting on the fountain’s rim calls after Jolly and Boy-Cry passing by. The dusk lays closely over freezing cold Washington Square sending the tribes through a thick fog. “Yeah, you would prefer a new wife and a pretty shoes, Boy” Jolly jokes. Boy’s face brightens up, they keep on walking, New York becomes an old city. Yeah, she wanted this stupid cheap romance with her Cry, she has been in a great place, a posh restaurant at 58th street doing the next interview: it was a glare of luxury, she accepted champagne glasses and kinky entrees of caviar, salmon, duck. She wanted to wear her white dress but did not dare for Cry, she had on a plastic pink fluorescent jacket and a plastic black skirt. The interviewer asked her questions. “Why do you do what you do?” “I’m not doing anything” she gazed. “I’m filled with these thoughts and I let them out” she lied, she was doing it all for love, but it was too complicated, too intimate to talk, or even to think about.
“Just look at her, she has got a bride complex, A Marilyn Monroe complex and a snowflake complex, that’s a fucking mix. Fucking trouble man. Look at her bum!” a chap pointed at Jolly walking down the street, as Jolly was busy, busy in her head.
© Malgorzata Kubiak
Published by NIGHT magazine NYC 1999
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THE EGO TRIP MOVIE COLLECTION
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EGO
11 minutes.
1987
Music: Zbigniew Karkowki Lyrics Malga Kubiak
Camera work: Malga Kubiak, Tjell Zachrison
Starring: Malga Kubiak, T. Zachrison, CM von Hauswolff.
Sexually graphic act.
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SUPER EGO
17 minutes.
1988
Nourishment.
Music: Zbigniew Karkowski
camera work Malga Kubiak, Tjell Zachrison
Starring: Malga Kubiak, Po Soderberg, Tjell Zachrison, Sun MK
Zachrison, Ake Nilson, Anna Thelin, Ann Sofi Siden, Henry Rollins.
*
FATHER
6 minutes
1987
Dedicated to Tadeusz Kubiak Tadeusz Kubiak, poet.
Music: Tjell Zachrison (piano) & Carin Vestman (song)
Lyrics and voice Malga Kubiak
Camera work Malga Kubiak, Tjell Zachrison
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ID N1
12 minutes
1988
Music: Zbigniew Karkowski
Camera work Malga Kubiak, Tjell Zachrison
Love & passion, sexually explicit, vaginal and red shoe
nudity.
Starring Malga Kubiak, CM von Hausswolff, T. Zachrison
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ID N2
12 minutes
1989 *the camcorder is ideally suited to documenting the lurid
phantasmagoria of kubiak*s videodrom. like the eye, her early model 8mm
slimcam serves as indiscriminate mirror for sex, streetlife, stripteases,
eating and other activity that appeals to her. chef among her subjects is
the shameless body and its deeply erotic nature. at one moment we see a
man drinking coffee, at another we see several pedestrians on what appears
to be a very hot day on the lower east side, each walking ina way that
their body dictates* stephen rife, producer of cabal 33
Vanity, loneliness. Xx rated
Music: Zbigniew Karkowski
Camera work Malga Kubiak
Starring: Malga Kubiak, CM von Hausswolff, Lola Muller, Muriel,
Frida, Kent, Michael Collins, Johan Kyllen, Johan Soderberg, Johannes
Moubis,Nick Cave & Blixa Bargeld in the beginning footage.
The documentary of the street dealers, pushers and other by passers,
spaced to the throat cutting. Drama.
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ID N3
45 minutes
1990
Music: Zbigniew Karkowski
Camera work: Malga Kubiak, Sun MK Zachrison, Tjell Zachrison, Kari
Jantzen
Starring: Malga Kubiak, Carin Vestman, Dorota Turalska T.
Zachrison, Freddie Wadling, Nick Cave, CM von Hausswolff, John Giorno, Sun
MK Zachrison. In the introduction Diamanda Gallas. Footage from the
Egypt trip.
A fairy tale about life, love & death, people living close to
earth, female genitals, female desires, curves of Egyptian gods,
and vaginal penetration.
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ID N4
3 hours
1991
Dedicated to Sun MK Zachrison, the documentary accelerated on 5
years of the family (mom, dad, son) life. Featuring Malga Kubiak, T.
Zachrison, Sun MK Zachrison.
With: Kathy Acker, Nick Cave, John Giorno, Geraldo Cunha, CM von
Hausswolff, Richard Kern, Lung Leg, Miss Mess band, Niels Pind Pedersen,
Henry Rollins, Tanya, Flavia Souza, Felix Nordqvist.
Camera work Malga Kubiak, Sun MK Zachrison, Tjell Zachrison
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FLASHER
3x3 minutes
1992
music: Hafler Trio
Graphically explicit act of masturbation
Starring: Malga Kubiak
Camera work Malga Kubiak
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ANGEL
25 minutes
1993
By Malga Kubiak & Harry Hoppe
To the poem of Bruno K. Oijer“Hey Angel”
Music: Zbigniew Karkowski
Camera work Malga Kubiak, Harry Hoppe
Sexually graphic, dirty cinema. Fellatio, blowjob, Madonna…..
Starring: Malga Kubiak, Harry Hoppe, Goran Forsberg, with CM von
Hausswolff, Eric Pauser, Johan Soderberg, Tjell Zachrison.
“Malga & Harry fuck perfect, according to the rules, reminding of
Richard Kern and Lydia Lunch, or rather being kinder to Andy Warhol’s
in the 60ies” Lars Movin, Politiken 1992
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BABE TROUBLE HOLE
100 minutes
1996
Sex drugs love & disaster
Music: Zbigniew Karkowski & Ulf Bilting
Camera: Anders Wedin. Production TET Malga Kubiak & Swedish
Film Institute. Editing TET Malga Kubiak & Videoculture.
Starring Malga Kubiak, Harry Hoppe, Bjorn Bernhardson, Blixa
Bargeld, Bino & Love, Nick Cave, CM von Hausswolff, Harley
gang, Marc Hurtado, Andrew Mc Kenzie, Agata Kubiak, Isak Larson, Lydia
Lunch, Lillevan Pobjoy, Rydmans, Samira, Miss Mess band, Norman
Mailer, Andre Vachss, Po Soderberg, Sun MK Zachrison.
Excellent footage from the concert by Zbigniew Karkowski & Blixa
Bargeld, with Blixa Bargeld’s lyrics, filmed in Berlin 1996 by Malga
Kubiak, excellent footage fromBad Seeds's concert in Paradiso,
Amsterdam 2 june 1992, filmed by Malga Kubiak from the balcony, excellent
footage of Lydia Lunch performing at Syberia in 1991 in NYC filmed
by Malga Kubiak, Norman Mailer and Andrew Vachss being
interviewed by Malga Kubiak, Norman Mailer filmed by Malga Kubiak, Andrew
Vachss filmed by Lola Muller. Excellent footage from Miss Mess
concert, in Gothenburg 1996 at Bath House filmed by Anders Wedin and
Miss Mess in Berlin in 1992 at Tahalles, filmed by Malga Kubiak.
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“Babe magnet: Malga Kubiakstars in her xxx exploration of sex and
self.” “The director and all her body parts, stars in this
avant-garde study of the horrors of sex and one woman’s love of her
own body. Kubiak mixes XXX-rated porn (with graphic oral scenes and one
manual masturbation shot that will forever be imprinted on my retina) with
an attempt at Lynchian style and sound. Voyeuristically titillating.”
Michael Friedson. Time Out NYC 1997.
"Congenial, sound-work, at extremly high volume, builds paradoxicaly
enough, soft audiosphere to escape, when the picture is distracting,
especially, you. Music by Zbigniew Karkowski is supposed to be
plaid that loud, that it can permanently destroy your hearing." Mats
Olsson DS News 1990
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THE EGO TRIP MOVIE COLLECTION,is represented at Modern Museum of Stockholm and Erotic Museum of Copenhagen.
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Miss Mess, beautiful hard core, punk rock band
“Miss Mess, eine Mischung von Nick Cave und Marilyn Monroe” Zity Berlin
ATTENTION!!! MISS MESS CD OUT november 22 2001 e-mail order, malga_kubiak@hotmail.com , 3 tracks BLACK JACK, GUILT, PLAYLET LOVE, limited edition.
1st released THE EGO TRIP MISS MESS & 8
7 songs
1999
cover Malga Kubiak, photos on the cover Malga Kubiak, Kari Jantzen and Harry Hoppe.
© Malga Kubiak
Malga Kubiak vocal, Earland Stalberg base, Johan Zetterquist guitar, Matti Enberg drums, Thomas Aronson guitar, Perlan doublebase, Roland cling, Niels Pind Pedersen saxophone, Sun MK Zachrison sampler, Tjell Zachrison piano.
Endlessly alone
Black Jack
Come!
Space Freak
Guilty
Broken Heart
Free!
****
2ed released
**** MISS MESS**** "CRY"
"CRY"
"CARCASS"
"LIMA"
"B:ACK JACK"
"TALKING TONGUE"
"IT WAS YOU"
"BABE TROUBLE"
"CUT"
"GIANT FUCK"
The same musicians as MISS MESS "8" plus Conny Cowboys,who are Conny Sjokvist and his gang. CRY is out November 1999. cover Malga Kubiak,photos Linnea Salesjo, Harry Hoppe, Malga Kubiak and Kari Jantzen.
CD
LIVE AT PEZNER
with Freyja
text, acut ups from SCHEISSE ELYSSES by MALGA KUBIAK
Freyja,noise psychadelic,from ParisFucked Music Society.
Freyja,Fred Guillerm and Romain Perrot.
BAND & PERFORMANCE VIDEO
3ed released
MISS MESS "THE WOE"
life recording from GOTHOLE AT BATH HOUSE 1992 a complete outrageous DRUNK MADNESS
4th released
MISS MESS
& RESPUBLICA, "DISKO TANGER"
5th released MALGA KUBIAK & FREYJA
BABE LYON
text cut ups from SCHEISSE ELLYSEES
5th released
NYC
6th released
PARIS 1
7th released
PARIS 2
MALGA KUBIAK
PERFECT MASTURBATION
text from ONE MAN SHOW
8th released
SOLO at NAKED
9th released
with OLA BRUNIUS AT NAKED
10th released
with PINK JUPE at la bonnheur
text from ONE MAN SHOW
11th released
PINK JUPE
DECAY
AT LAST A CD!!!!!
PINK JUPE band
DEMON /title/
in cooperation with DAVID SHROETER FROM ALTERNATIVE SOUND SYSTEM
http://www.positive.org/ass
text from ONE MAN SHOW english version MALGA KUBIAK, french FREDERIC PERTUISET
recording at PARIS, EUROP BAR, recording EWA JASKIEWICZ
track 1 YASHA,EWA & I
2 ICE
3 EVIL
4 DEAMON
5 WOMAN IN RED
6 NYC
MALGA KUBIAKwith DOUZ
PHOTOGRAPHED by CAROLE BIHANNIC
NEW CD
DECAY FOR LOU LOU
FREEDOM SONG time, moral, love, religon nothing belongs to me not eve my past time moral love religion the nothion is to believe recognise - dont difine i won't to believe thats a sanity, a recognition once you've lost you are out of time fuck the time fuck moral fuck religion your individual freedom decayed decay is mercy is a process is a progress is a way is the time time is a creature and it is not philosophy sucks i suck we suck i dont know my freedom decayed we are the same we fuck the time time fucks us we fuck moral moral fucks us we fuck religion religion fucks us we fuck love love fucks us we fuck religion religion fucks us im out of time time is within i love hate combination leasd me insane love and hate combination consumes my life love and hate gives for hate im weak you are weak she is weak he is weak we are eternity my love is soft and my hate hard soft hard inside out soft hard inside out soft hard inside out soft hard inside out dont cross dont transsgress yes cross yes transgress win loose win decay but dont decline infinity is ok infinity is illusion illusin is ok expend a dream create a dream psses a dream eat a dream spit a dream hve them loose them decay but dont decline time moral love religion dont kill and dont die in fight live fuck time fuck moral fuck love take it easy take it rapid take it as you like your individual freedom is fine deal with it now use enjoy have fun dont have fun love and hate mix is ok live your life be your own icon fuck time fuck moral fuck love fuck religion keep the evil away yes cross yes transgress win loose win be your own icon live your life jelousy is dead be your own icon transgress
DOGLESS MOTHER GODLESS MOM
Mother what shall become of you evei dust thunder or light mother why did you kill our dog mother why did you kill my dog mother why did you kill your dog madness, madness madness madness madness mandness madness madness mother your madness cruppled your life mother your fear is viscious mother you gave me out to the world and to the world i belong mad mom i was never yours mad mom you lead me quickly away from yourself mother you blame me for what you are ill possessed tucked in hidious voices taken by the eyes of horror moher you showed me how to stare int the iris of madness i have no fear thanks you gave me craft so dont crave it back your fear and hate i refuse to buy mother you know im strong as much you are weak i despice your white english skin your corruption your peeping voice your world of thing stuff, cvounting money your angush roled generosity i dispice your thoughts lots more... i loath your illness as it fills you up as a baloon but you won't fly mother your private hell and hate nver could cover up my sky, shade the light we share mother it will take me light yoears to learn to love you you have missed teaching me that mother you killed the vunerable spirit of your house mother you have killed our dog mother you have killed my dog mnother you have killed your dog and darkness is thick mother what shall become of you? eveil dust? thunder or light? mother mother mother i believed in you i had a trust dogless mother godless mom dogless mother godless mom dogless mother godless mom dogless mother godless mom!!!!!!!
“My work gives a lot of energy and optimism. To feel how much power and how much life we have. How much is inside of us which we can explore and explode all the time. If I’m optimistic is because life is a great thing. I love life. There is no other choice.”Malga Kubiak, Night magazine NYC
******** LOU LOU!
january 5th 2001 died, 16 years old LOU LOU, best friend, pal, supporter, dog & actor CURRENT EVENTSThe underground that will never become the establishment QQ FREE ART Lukasz Guzek http://free.art.pl/qq2001/text.htm http://free.art.pl/qq2001/text.htm
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