Klasse Magazine - September 2023
Tessaray Ackerman / Alula McGlashan-Rabik / Alexandra Gowing / Indi Jennings / Ponie Curtis / Hayley Martinez/ Maya Cohen Miller / Lucca De Clario / Lily Dietz / Calia O’Rourke / Rebecca Powell / Justine Walsh / Tom Ward / Angus Carmichael / Raphael Buckley
Edited - © Guy
BenfieldPrinted in Amsterdam
ISBN - 978-0-6459471-0-6
Reaching upwards, empty, in presence and receptivity.
let you show me how it really is
The tension and torsion pull twist of muscle fibrous tension teller Skeins tugged taut alarming the flow system syntax disjunction cut and roll
duck and covering the mistake discovering dissent the surface pulls through and the effort towards is spoken in words but not in bodies yet
I know the warmth can dissolve it I know it can be melted and transformed I know the capacity is there and it comes from the very centre of the core I let it go for a minute and it doesn’t help my cause so slow your roll baby and let the rhythm emerge from eternal call
Over the precipice into the unknown I am not ready I am so cold
Show me the fire So I can walk through Over and over we go Over and over we go
Destroy and decay converting into baryonic matter birthing brand new particles misunderstood knowledge unknown for what is Known is not Knowing how to destroy accelerated expansion Dark Energy rips through the blackest hole igniting light of multi-dimensional zones of reality harboured in altered states of consciousness Dark Energy pervades internal bodies stripped of mind stripped of brains acts like sonar penetrating frequency head deeper down
audio visual rabbit holes connecting warrens joining dichotomic boundaries transcribing languages meaning becomes lost in translation till the threshold implodes opening new forms of communication simultaneously attracting and repelling invited and un-invited judgement sacrificing soul by prostituting for the economy conducting sanctimonious rituals shooting bullets of no meaning just monotony of a united front
that guards the walls of restrictions impounding the freedom for the individuals walking in independence of authority make up your own mind in madness awakening for the scavengers appreciation of outcast culture on the fringes of reality turning from blind to conceptual bondages locked in selfpreservation seeds of unknown Dark Energy mystery of spectral inspiration tool of subconscious possession in retaliation of conscious control keeps its resistance for warfare strategics in polar extremes pulling together as whole unity ties in audio visual stimulation
ascending to subjective truth of no truth in the abyss of Dark Energy in existential conflict over and over being sucked down the peril vortex spat out into decayed structures that no longer serve for enquiry devouring metaphilosophies speaks for itself in trial and error strikes the mathe-magician to quantum physicist’s assigned to objective potentialities in search of truth behind the bad reaction excites a nocturnal alchemy weakening mass psychosis segregation onto the streets outpouring beggars for enlightenment in justification for the consumption of the
voluntary masochist seeking peace for its own beliefs riding the waves of execution liberates all fears all doubts all foes as Dark Energy rips through space time till it is learned that tomorrow wasn’t hollow.
// the entire list of films i have watched this year (excluding any rewatches) alongside their highly objecti ve ratings (out of five) // format: “film title score out of 5 film release date” // [january] girl in the picture 2.5 2022 everything everywhere all at once 4 2022 mandy 4 2018 lost in translation 3.5 2003 i don ’t feel at home in this world anymore 3 2017 unsane 2 2018 the killers 3 1956 roald dahl ’s matilda the musical 35 2022 fantastic beasts: the secrets of dumbledore 2.5 2022 as above, so below 2 2014 smiles of a summer night 4 19 55 akira 4.5 1988 glass onion 3.5 2022 uncle boonmee who can recall his past lives 4.5 2010 the edge of seve nteen 3 2016 jasper jones 3 2017 spontaneous 3 2020 a quiet place part ii 3.5 2020 in my skin 4.5 2002 dumplings 4 2004 dating amber 3.5 2020 inside 4.5 2007 the strange thing about the johnsons 3.5 2011 the peanut butter falcon 3 2019 the eyes of my mother 4.5 2016 scream 3.5 1996 martyrs 4.5 2008 the silence 1 2019 high tension 3 2003 the sixth sense 4 1999 cargo 3 2017 the ritual 2 2017 creep 3.5 2014 climax 4 2018 world war z 2 2013 the draughtsman ’s contract 4.5 1982 days of being wild 1990 crimes of the future 3.5 1990 bones and all 4 2022 dune 3.5 2021 ghostland 1.5 2018 shoplifters 5 2018 safe 4 1995 last cab t o darwin 3.5 2015 flatliners 2 2017 inside the mind of a cat 2 2022 the menu 3.5 2022 still alice 4 2014 red dragon 3 2002 life 2 2017 helter skelter 3.5 2012 [february] juno 4 2007 the predator 2.5 2018 the fountai n 2 2006 magnolia 4.5 1999 127 hours 2.5 2010 the hours 4 2002 the banshees if inisherin 4.5 2022 independence day 2.5 1996 his house 3.5 2020 ghost 3 1990 creature from the black lagoon 3 1954 beautiful mind 3 2001 zoolander 3.5 2001 the black phone 3 2021 after yang 3.5 2021 anaconda 2 1997 the matrix resurrections
3.5 2021 crazy stupid love 3.5 2011 fullmetal jacket 5 1987 spartacus 4 1960 hostel iii 2 2011 paths of g lory 5 1957 friday the 13th 1.5 2009 (500) days of summer 3.5 2009 another earth 4 2011 eye origins 3.5 2014 mogan 1.5 2016 cabin fever 2.5 2002 fractured 2.5 2019 the perfection 1.5 2018 superbad 3.5 2007 the whale 4 2022 [march] mysterious skin 4 2004 far from heaven 3 2002 the unbearable weight of massive talent 3 2022 stoker 3.5 2013 sunshine 4 2007 hard candy 3.5 2005 the hunger 3.5 1983 interview with a vampire 3 1994 watcher 4 2022 the strangers 4 2008 the elephant man 4.5 1980 speak no evil 4 2022 mulhullond drive 4 2001 le jetee 4 1962 dance in the dark 4.5 2000 donnie darko 4 2001 nope 3.5 2022 blue velvet 3.5 198 6 in the mood for love 5 2000 lay me by the shore 4 2022 dark side 2.5 2022 audition 4.5 1999 the stepfor d wives 2 2004 the juniper tree 4 1990 the beguiled 4 2017 mao ’s last dancer 3.5 2009 rabbit proof fence 4.5 2002 salo; or the 120 days of sodom 3 1975 ivan ’s childhood 4.5 1962 scream 2 2022 maps to the stars 4 2014 angel’s egg 4 1985 talke shelter 3.5 2011 [april] friday the 13 th 3 1980 the breakfast club 3.5 1985 precious 4 2009 the birds 4 1963 gravity 2.5 2013 a zed and two naughts 4.5 1985 baskin 3 2015 alice doesn ’t live here anymore 3 1974 the house 4 2022 the grand budpest hotel 5 2014 personal shopper 3.5 2016 the french dispatch 3.5 2021 men behind the sun 3 1988 the call of cthulhu 2 2005 the wailing 4 2016 the hos t 3.5 2006 suzume 5 2022 the neon demon 3.5 2016 suspiria 4.5 2018 and so we put goldfish in the pool 3.5 2017 zombieland 3 2009 blaze 3.5 2022 inglorious bastards 3.5 2009 the thing from another world 3 1951 blindness
billie elliot
2010 old 3
2018 [may] shaun of t he
2009 the
2022 year one 3
good person 3 2023
1.5 2022 there will be blood 5 2007 the red shoes 4 1948 3.5 1984 taxadermia 4 2006 mary queen of scots 3.5 2018 the face another 4 1966 creep 2 3 2017 paranormal activity 2 2007 get smart 2008 amadeus 5 1984 vertigo 4 1958 ebola syndrome 2 1996 [july] mirror: joan is awful 3 2023 black mirror: loch henry 3 2023 cabin ver 1.5 2016 it 3 2017 black mirror: mazey day 2.5 2023 black mirbeyond the sea 3.5 2023 the mask 3 1994 the beguiled 4 1971 ausonata 5 1978 south mill district 3 2018 jindabyne 3.5 2006 doubt 2008 the human centipede 2 (full sequence) 3 2011 willy wonka and chocolate factory 4 1971 slumdog millionaire 4 2008 the woodsman 3.5 se7en 4 1995 mars attacks! 3.5 1996 charlie and the chocolate facto-
3.5 2005 in her skin 4 2009 pulp fiction 3.5 1994 barbie 4.5 2023 gan is missing 3.5 2011 puss in boots: the last wish 3 2022 tar 3.5 bump in the night 3.5 1991 black mirror: demon 79 3 2023 other of
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Hypersexual people interspersed with taod vs lizard warfare
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Twins obsess over decaying animals and are subsequently eaten my snails
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I am drilling a hole into a log, and lining it with a cardboard strawfor a bed that is being made for a bee that exists without a hive absent swarm
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Some of the signs along the trail along the brisbane ranges have nothing left but the echo of a text-box. I look them for information, and receive an intricate weatherbeaten map of lichen and bird shit.
Stony creek cuts through the sandstone peaks and travels down and underneath the railway.
A vast, folded bed of rock once broke in two here, the plains now levelled out continue to slowly sink. and
when a freight train speeds past me on the embankment the gravel shifts under my boots and I grab onto the cardoon to steady myself, its thorns piercing a layer of glove and then through several layers of skin. The tall thistle stems bend down in the wind as it speeds past, as if pointing the train to its destination.
Pulling out these weeds is like wrestling with a snapping dog.
Sharp teeth wrap around your arm as you try to pull a splinter out of her paw, after gently soaking it in a mixture of dettol and rakija.
The car with a boot is now full of plants that wont ever reproduce. Before turning the key in the ignition, I remove my gloves and lick my wounds.
Disembowelled View of Interior Room blind navigation, putting red-hot copper basin near the eyes extract sap secretion- to cover over, deserting yourself in the sun towards the second Earth on the
weaning a child away from the mouth opens the mouth omen; a foretelling engraved with a mystical word and bearing human-animal figure
irritating itching tailless an expression whose last part is decreased in effect from the prior part of a veil worn by vestal vir gins prior t o their sacrifice I’m damaging the memory in alignment to these three celestial bodies not connected by the joint
become inanimate objects with human tongues capable of speech with the belief that their thoughts are stolen reproductions of the voice of the decapitated saint depicted with his head tucked under his arm destruction or killing a god creating world through radioactive disintegration to kiss affectionately a human-animal figure portrayed stripped of the skin lives inside larger organisms lives inside a disembowelled view of an interior room false conception upon several hosts I shall adopt more than one Prophet I shall raise thousands more saviours and forsake them all as pulling the looseness in my teeth
……Phantasmal effects created powder and perfume made the plane drift. XO sideways, falling left bound, levelling, runway ahead 3000 retard, 1000 retard,300, retard. Over a group of red mud houses.
Car crash, verge off a cliff, house, an execution, spell, the supernatural, herbal mass, the brotherhood, tourism, white people. A moraine of emotions over came them. Dr Tdjek and J.U. Olvik, rolled out of the plane onto the tarmac, walked the road to Vogan, the fashion state of things, raw meat, leather eyelets, white clothes with the words “ Toyota and ‘Peugeot” screen printed on the material, as in the scene from the street. The task was almost done. The playing subject in this world is a child. It's not real. The subject opens the heart again, ranging space, the non thinkable heart without gender without properties. The affect is Chora.
I write about the Punk Children, in the house and what they do. The Satanic bible , the clothes look at fashion text, more on fashion with text on fashion, personality were they fit in relationships…. Worship chambers, music chambers. Kanye West’s Yeezy studio 5 on mogadon’s.
the setting looks like an in-between Hollywood/Malibuse, it became the stage for vast energy drink experiments.
The Punk Children lived in Dr Tdjek’s house, a place somewhere outside of Vogan city. This is the city of dirt outside city limits, city limit. The Punk Children lived downstairs in rooms with the pulverised stone printed bean mattresses crushed into all corners of the house. This is the face of that limit. The scaffolding that holds up a network of desire. This is the machine of that limit. A nondescript office for designing apparel for the 21st century. This is New Abu Dhabi. The affect is Chora.
Since its beginning, Vogan has been a border zone. Its landscape requires tools that deal with the edge of the city limits. The denim jean, suburban painting, and the personal computer. This town on the edge of nowhere, The Kids lived in the bottom level of the house, they designed luxury brands . They used aristocrat by the name of Hubert de-Moitié WTO to help revive the 2nd storied Maison. They worked on the Yeezy Collection IV. They experimented with the relationships, blurred by boundaries in depersonalisation. They were drawn to extraction, extracting everything in there view for the purpose of change, fudge.
Their frontiers continued to shatter and contract into flattened mosaics of information, their studio was an industrial space with Intel as its neighbour. The studio is a testing site for a new type of uniform, a search for the base unit of clothing. They were untested warriors, “ Can we risk sending the warriors to the surface at this time”? There, his model and muse, Mariacarla k\Koscono,
emerged from a cloud of church incense; she wore a long, vampiric coat and strode onto a catwalk with a crucifix and funeral pyre as her backdrop.
They were summoned to face the world, the natural world, The Punk Children began to crawl out of there habitat when they heard the footsteps on the gravel of there “Father “ Dr Tdjeck. He arrived with his friend J.U.Olvik, the had a cat with them , a stray they picked up, maybe it was a devil of some kind, ancient in looks;The Teutonic Goddess of the Dead. They arrived, Olvik was exhausted and they lay him down on the bed, the mattress of stone, to regenerate, its an Indian tradition for wellness apparently a stone bed can cure, if not he was fading fast. The Kids made him a tea out of Cuminus leaves. So there are The Kids and The Punk Children, they are different people. They want to put on a fashion parade for J.U.Olvik or hoping to. They presented the show like its a 35-37 Comme des Garçon owned venue, dimmed lights runway built up high on scaffold with scaffolding wall running on one side outside by the pool. So the runway is on the edge of the water. The scaffold wall, industrial looking against the mansion , that looks like its in Bolivia owned casa. The scaffold wall has a series of large paintings by Flood. Attention is dim. They were on the red carpet. The merchandising has become substantial, no doubt influenced by their working with each other and making a business out of the avant-garde. Black faded denim, leather, shearling, screws, army surplus nylon, and clear plastic are the primary materials of their season. Zoomer cusp punk DIY sensibility. A virgil started down the catwalk at sunset. Homicide playing through the stereo and speaker stacks, followed by Ken Carson X. Playboi Carti anything from Atlanta which seemed an lifetime away. Add depression, depersonalisation. To the receiver and the received. As the sun set of the beautiful glowing pink water pool, the The Kids walked the catwalk, first is a see through long T-shirt to the floor with the words Sex-orgies is a prerequisite for becoming a Satanist printed on the fabric. It looks like shit. Dragging red liquid, blood on the red carpet, how dramatic. The "emancipated" form of sex might be regarded as regimented and infantile by non-members who fail to equate uniformity with freedom, thinking uniformly, The Kids have thoughts. The are ok. The walk went on, the sun was setting, J.U.Olvik was feeling good, the cat was lovely, the physical pain hurts the non-masochist. There walk one by one down the catwalk the sun sets no moon is out they draw from the moon to enhance the night, through shinny outer wear they traverse up and down in Black faded denim, long suit jackets, shoes that point upward, leather, shearling, screws, army surplus nylon, and clear plastic. A true sadist is selective. All parties are involved. The Kids finish their walk, The Punk Children are happy with their work. Innocence or naïveté would allow them to be intimidated or misguided into doing something against their wishes. Seven billion windows later, paillor of the complexion, shortness of breath, furtive expression, sunken chest, nervousness, pimples and loss of appetite are only a few of the many characteristics supposedly resulting from seven billion windows later.
Is it right for J.U.Olvik to feel his auto erotic practices return. It was the result of the red, the red carpet, scaffolding, power, control, Sick Society. Sick Society is the magazine for the critique of fashion. It was in favour for a while until you move to the edge, the edge of the city, the city limits, the mansion, the house with The Kids, The Punk Children, the Doctor. Sick Society was a publication controlled by psychic vampires. Their sins are not of commission, but of omission. It's what they don't say, not what they do say, that makes you feel you must account to them. Account for them. Beside a pool in a Bolivian Casa, in the hills on the edge oof the city. City limits. Dark space , upside down, 35-37 Comme des Garçon, black hills, dragging clothes, clothes, clothes, indulgence, compulsion, self denial, pay society’s bills. Sicko alumni. Mystical cowards, Neoliberal “Responsibilization. Can shut down the down of the moon. Is up. And will stay up. Until all the work is done. Betray the platform, step off, use your left hand, fall left down that hill near the mansion by the pool, through the house , through the studios, over the cutting tables, the mattresses, the bottles, the materials , the diamond collared studs, the clear plastic, slide and regenerate. J.U.Olvik was having flashbacks of Trio Kunde to his exorcism in the fetish chambers. AFT the ceremony his name will be Chat Dodi-Dodi. At the speed of war, ONE of hour atrophied legacy was presented in the form of a runway show. Cubism Decomposed Apocalypse.
At Club Nepenthe to Miami.
Dark nightclub therapy, design, actually. That’s where it started. Because it’s one moment, one person, one idea. And it never has to be produced. Just in the club on the left, theres a vinyl couch .Come over bro
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The Rise of The Phoenix
I could live with it. Ok.
We have a brand new exit strategy. Its a glorious day, the dead speak, come forward and alight in the back. Makeup fashion, food, Barbie, pink was pink until it went black and wet. Slim vinyl will protect them. Causing ruptures underground, no “protective”pentagram painted on the floor or baptism fees, your free to go! Go and walk or run through the back of the club, Club Nepenthe. The Egyptian Gods, Fort Lauderdale. Its quiet tonight. We go out the back dodging Kedrois. He comes through the blue screen looking and hunting, choking , crying, a goat. Crunching and bending they head to the back door with SUV waiting. Its systematic its not a black mass, no sacrifice, its de-sexualised, de-humanised, a play to form. The non black mass, they all have bland euphemisms now considered to be the "true mass”. Getting into the car, the Cadillac black SUV, driving now, the car is full. They moved down the back of the club, through the corridors, over the broken red couches, finishing Monday, Pagan antiquity, falling , running they open doors, the TV is on in all rooms, it was an outrageous spectacle to the dilettante or renegade. Sloppy. The rooms were gone, the wall, the black painted wall with an Egyptian hieroglyphic Eye sprayed in silver fading to the left, hugging the second wall warping around the side of the club, all people looking forward. All people looking, the TV monitors in every room had a black triangle appear on the edges, filling the screen killing vision. It stopped. End, gone. Cars in the distance, disappearing through mist, through” messes noir” fading long distance between places, holding places, carnivorous, entering a Vogue Magazine cover they pulverise time, its magical bric-brac. It worked from time to time “Belial “ (without master)
Meanwhile there was an invocation of the Magazine 1 called “I Say Fuck It” pages 33-38. In olden times this would be called forgiving "fascination", "glamour", or the "evil eye". In that magazine page 33 - 38 we think, it was torn from the magazine and thrown from the speeding Cadillac Escalade hitting the window of the other Escalade ,stuck, flattened to the window by wind speed and gravity. We re-read it with interest as we were driving. The emphatic conscious denial of the potential of what we thought was a curse is the very ingredient that will create its success, through setting-up of accident prone situations.
