Dimitris Papadatos

INTERIORS

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Self portrait as a sleeping head

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C.S MODEL /N/S 2010

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TROPICS OF DISCIPLINE

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MANDATORY PERMISSION

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INSTANT OF UPDATE

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PESTILENT PERMISSION

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HOUSE OF FUNDAMENTAL

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THE UNDENIED

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MERGE ON THE NETWORKS

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VERTICAL LIGHT

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PERSONAL ANTHEM

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MOLTEN TRACE

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BORDERS OF ENDURANCE

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SPECTRAL FRAGMENT OVERVIEW

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A CRACK

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A CUT I

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A CUT II

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A CUT III

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A CUT IV

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SISTERS/LAYOUT

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THE ORIGIN OF THE WORLD/FIT INSIDE OF YOUR SHAPE II

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THE PROCESS OF BREATHING

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THE IDEAL WORLD ORDER

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GENERIC II

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THE ORIGIN OF THE WORLD/FIT INSIDE OF YOUR SHAPE I

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PEACE SEQUENCE

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FOUR FILMS

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CAST AWAY SOCIETY POSSIBILITIES

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FROZEN INTRO

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GAMMA RAY SEQUENCE .01(EDITS)

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GAMMA RAY CARAVAGGIO

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THE LIGHT (LINEAR PREVIEW)

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NARCISISM DISPLAY NO TWO

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FOR THEOPSY

UNTITLED

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The aspects of time and space as an experienced reality through the renounciation of ownership,not as a focused aim but mostly as a randomised choice, a long term browsing through history, its immense informative nature and finally the collateral implications that occur.

THESE WINGS

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WERE MINE

REQUIEM FOR A DOWNLOAD

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STEREO

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SUN

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NINE ORTYGIAN LIGHT DRAWINGS

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SHADOWS OF OURSELVES SHADOWS SHADOWS THE INVISIBLE PEOPLE

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FOUR POEMS

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1.
YOU
THE DAY'S SPECIALTY,FILLED UP WITH ALL KINDS OF FOOD
SOLD AND BOUGHT AND RESOLD BACK TO YOU,
LISTENING TO THE MUSIC YOU MADE
ON YOUR OWN
THE STRAIGHT FORWARD BASSLINE
THAT CAN NEITHER BE FELT
NOR PAUSED

2.
OVER YOUR SHOULDER
THERE ARE ONLY A COUPLE OF THINGS THAT REMIND ME OF YOU
I PUT THEM IN ORDER
TIDY THEM UP
UNTIL WE REACH MY TERMINAL STATION

3.
SHINY AND CALM SEASHELL
DON'T LOOK AT ME AND YAWN SO LIGHTLY
I HAVE NO INTEREST
IN YOUR VOID DOMESTIC PREMISES
AT LEAST WHERE YOU COME FROM,
LIFE HAS A CERTAIN TASTE

4.
I HEAR THE LOCKS OF LENSES,EXTERNALLY
I KNOW THE FILM ON THE INSIDE,
HAS TURNED THE WRONG WAY

MACKENZIE'S MARTIN AND WOOD (PRIVATE AND RETOUCHED STOLEN IMAGES PART THREE)

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MACKENZIE'S MARTIN AND WOOD (PRIVATE AND RETOUCHED STOLEN IMAGES PART TWO)

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MACKENZIE'S MARTIN AND WOOD (PRIVATE AND RETOUCHED STOLEN IMAGES)

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UNTITLED 140809

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THE BELLY OF THE BEAT

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ISSUE FIVE

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ISSUE 5 web

FOUR POEMS

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1.
If there is a truth it is not in words
like hair caught in a ventilator's net
floating in shapes never imagined randomly
underlining the relationship
between what really is and how it is described

2.
You gave me drugs
I gave you flowers
You bought expensive nights in
I took you to the park
You said
You liked simple things

3.
How I enjoy your hair caught back
and not up like European girls do.(I don't like them anymore)
They just talk about emotions and art.
And unfulfilled desires
and they can never enjoy.
A joint
on the beach

4.
A girl with three last names
took me by the hand.
She showed me her heel
Suggested
there was a piece of glass in there
Afterwards -in the hospital
the doctors found nothing
They sent us home some warm Thursday noon.
I thought : “That can't be good,I 'll never be the mouse
and she will never be the lion”

ISSUE FOUR

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Issue 4web

ISSUE THREE

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Issue 3 ( Static Cracks for the Light to Come in) Web

POEMS 2. AND 7. BY MARGARITA BOFILIOU

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EXPERIENCE AS AN AESTHETIC RESOLUTION IS YET TO BE EXAMINED.THERE IS NO ACTUAL DEMAND FOR EXTREMITIES AS APPARENT PRODUCTION HAS VIRTUALLY GROWN INTO A "SHOCKING LACK THEREOF"
NATURAL LAWS DEMAND THE PROCESS OF SPECTATION TO BECOME AN ATEMPORAL MOMENT IN WHICH EVERY ASPECT OF THE WORK IS PROJECTED USING SYNCHRONISED PROPERTIES IN AN ASYNCHRONISED ORDER.
THE PRESENCE OF A LIGHT OBJECT, BE THAT A PROJECTION OR AN INSTALLATION ACCOMPANIED BY A PERPETUOUS SOUND ONLY ALLOWS ONE CLEAR POINT OF VIEW AT ITS TIME FRAGMENT IN EACH OCCASION IT IS SPECTATED.
LIGHT CHANGES AND SOUND EVAPORATES AS THE SPECTATORSHIP SYNCHS WITH THE HEARTBEAT,THE BLINKING, THE EXTERNAL SOUND AND THE EXTERNAL LIGHT

THE ISLAND OF PERSUASION MEMORABILIA SEQUENCE (1)

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the discipline of vagueness

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leads the road to emptiness

ISLAND OF PERSUASION

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YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU

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Where is the ritual and tell me where is the taste?Where is the sacrifice and tell me were is the faith?
Someday there 'll be a cure for pain.

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I went someplace where some friends and I
Spent some days in the years that had gone by
And one was there it seemed by chance
On the left side of the beach blowing on his hands
While I sat on a right side rock
Glancing over caught off guard and slightly shocked
How could I have known that he would be there
Fixing the water with an aimless look
He didn't see me that much was sure
But that didn't help me feel any more right
We'd been close it had been a long time ago
But I had hardened myself and him I do not know
He just stayed soft and never seemed to grow

Just for a moment
Does it ever dawn upon thee
To do things for me

Swinging back from one chord to another
Try to focus I'd learned from my mother
Who'd also taught me to take care of others
When I could if I could like if they were my brothers
But I never found it much in me to care
If God give someone their absolute share
Of the good that they deserve if they choose not to
Recognize value in the things that they do
I've seen people crumble and fall by the way
And humble themselves like it's their due to pay
But I ask myself why not act harshly
Why keep awful thoughts and feelings inside of thee
Why not mete them out ever so generously

Just for a moment
Has it ever dawned upon you
To do things like I do
And sabotage your rightful due

THE LIGHT TWO

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THE LIGHT ONE

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THE LIGHT (NORMAL,DARKEN,MULTIPLY,COLOR BURN,LINEAR BURN,LIGHTEN,SCREEN,DIFFERENCE,EXCLUSION,HUE AND COLOR)

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THE LIGHT ROOM

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PARTHENON

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ΤΑ ΠΑΙΔΙΑ ΠΟΥ ΗΞΕΡΑ
ΚΑΘΟΝΤΑΙ ΜΑΣΟΥΛΩΝΤΑΣ ΣΠΟΡΟΥΣ
ΡΟΥΦΑΝ ΚΑΦΕ ΖΟΥΜΙΑ
ΚΑΙ ΠΕΡΙΜΕΝΟΥΝ ΜΙΑ ΚΑΠΟΙΑ ΛΥΣΗ

Η ΘΕΣΗ ΤΟΥΣ ΔΕΝ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΔΙΚΗ ΤΟΥΣ
Η ΓΛΩΣΣΑ ΤΟΥΣ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΓΥΜΝΗ
ΑΡΓΟΠΕΘΑΙΝΕΙ ΞΕΡΑΜΕΝΗ
ΒΓΑΖΟΝΤΑΣ ΜΟΝΟ ΤΟΝ ΗΧΟ
ΠΟΥ ΚΑΝΟΥΝ ΤΑ ΔΟΝΤΙΑ ΟΤΑΝ ΣΥΝΑΝΤΙΟΥΝΤΑΙ

Η ΜΝΗΜΗ ΤΟΥΣ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΜΙΑ ΦΑΡΣΑ
ΕΞΑΓΟΡΑΖΕΤΑΙ ΚΑΘΗΜΕΡΙΝΑ
ΣΕ ΦΙΛΟΔΟΞΕΣ ΑΜΦΙΒΟΛΙΕΣ
ΠΑΝΤΑ ΣΕ ΤΡΙΤΟ ΠΡΟΣΩΠΟ

ΔΕΝ ΞΕΡΩ ΠΙΑ ΠΑΙΔΙΑ
ΞΕΡΩ ΜΟΝΟ ΚΑΤΙ ΕΝΤΟΜΑ
ΠΟΥ ΣΚΑΒΟΥΝ ΜΕΣΑ ΜΟΥ
ΝΑ ΑΝΑΚΑΛΥΨΟΥΝ ΤΗΝ ΑΛΗΘΕΙΑ

ΤΟ ΑΠΟΤΕΛΕΣΜΑ ΤΗΣ ΕΡΕΥΝΑΣ
ΑΝ ΞΕΡΟΥΝ ΠΩΣ ΙΣΩΣ ΚΑΠΟΙΟΣ ΠΙΣΤΕΨΕ
ΘΑ ΜΠΟΡΕΣΟΥΝ ΜΕ ΕΥΚΟΛΙΑ
ΝΑ ΚΑΝΟΥΝ ΕΝΑ ΜΝΗΜΟΣΥΝΟ

ΝΑ ΔΙΚΑΙΟΛΟΓΗΣΟΥΝ ΤΗΝ ΔΙΚΗ ΤΟΥΣ ΕΠΙΜΟΝΗ
ΚΑΙ ΤΗΝ ΣΥΓΚΙΝΗΤΙΚΗ ΠΡΟΣΕΛΕΥΣΗ ΤΟΥ ΚΟΣΜΟΥ

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SHOULD ART EVER BE USEFUL?

functional

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Today the human body would seem to be present only as the abstract justification for the finished form of the functional object.

In the face of the functional object the human being becomes dysfunctional, irrational and subjective: an empty form, open therefore to the mythology of the functional, to projected phantasies stemming from the stupefying efficiency of the outside world

Jean Baudrillard

ABBREVIATION OP.01

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THE EMPTY ROOM

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THIS TOWN IS FUCKING INSANE

UNION PACIFIC

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OVERUSED EXCUSES

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EYEBROW INTO A QUESTION

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HAY

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MAY I CALL YOU MINE?

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A SONG ABOUT SOMETHING

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FEAR OF A BLANK PLANET

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I HEAR A NEW WORLD

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PERIPHERAL VISION

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THEY FLIP THE CANNONBALL

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UNLIKE A BAPTIST

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OWNERS LAMENT INTRODUCTION

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i am here and your smell is here too

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extracts from china 21

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useless

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poem for august

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WEDNESDAY 04.03.2009

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ATHENE GALICIADIS
"INSOMNIAC IN FORM"(ME AND MY FRIENDS #7)
FANZINE//

DIMITRIS PAPADATOS
"STATIC RUNS THE RIVER LOW/LOVE WILL NOT DRY"
SOUND PERFORMANCE AND FANZINE//

MELODIE MOUSSET
"UNTITLED"
FANZINE//

GOLSMITHS COLLEGE
Laurie Grove Bath Building,
Viewing Room, New Cross, London //

1800 - 2000

21/02/09

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some magic powers

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i always thought i was more a punk than a hippy

i was wrong

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The trick was to shut each others mouth with a napkin
Yours was full of snot spit and
-I was sure I could see-
Two drops of blood
Mixed up
By the wrinkled paper

I swallowed it instead

i came at your party dressed as a shadow

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The word for the world is forest

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I have plummed this whole neighbourhood part one and part two

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A statement

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I despise abstract as much as I despise figure and mock sublime and surreal.It is not a matter of image.The image comes after the idea.and the idea does not follow any visual law.Composition of space fragments is what matters in that case.I do not believe in the irony of image as it appears in works of early abstract painters.I do not want the viewer to identify in any way met in figurative painting.I find no interest in mystery and unknown.Everything is clear and everything can be interpreted.Sublime is a term popular to naive mysticists that lost their gamble with time.My work is not viewable in any of these frames.There is an scheme that disappears and an idea that is born threw its dissolvement.But what is spectated is a clearly documented outline of that process.I do not care about idealism as there is no frame for such thing as an idea.I am a Marxist as much as I am a capitalist.
My work will dissolve and fade and break and rip and there is nothing I can do about it.
It will dry and disappear.
This world is coming to an end
and you just ask for pictures.

2009-01-10T20:56:00.000-08:00

send my love to the meat-eating flowers
send my love to the people that try
send my love to the non complainers
send my love to the birthday cake worshipers
send my love to the doctors between lunatics
send my love to the ones who forget
send my love to the ones who remember
send my love with a wind that blows through elephant ears
send my love like a song in the night
send my love to those who can't dance
send my love to the people in cars
send my love to the warriors
send my love to the smokers
send my love to the mothers of losers
send my love to an absolute opinion
send my love to a low self esteem
send my love to the tv transmitors
send my love to the silent murderers
send my love to the predators
send my love to those at bed
send my love to crying babies
send my love to the insects
send my love to the chicken in mexico
send my love to the blood that is gathered
send my love to indifference and fairness
send my love as it spreads
(for aurora)

rememberanza

2009-01-07T14:58:00.001-08:00

My eyes hurt right now
I can easily portray every single detail
Or forget about it
Yawn
We’ll sleep
Till noon

some necklaceless and some mine

2009-01-07T14:57:00.001-08:00

Norway is kneeling -as always-
over breakfast croissants
Guilty
For the ten million nocturnal murders
Each one of us
On its fluid surface
So many people,
so many
Pictured
Underwater
Under the water
Sub zero
Hypotonically reaching
Norway
And if none of us
Walked on white
Background
And if none of us
Walked on white
Background
The crust of the ice
-its secret short of speak-
Melts
Slowly
It will take ages
To melt
Only the ice melts
Not your freezing
Only the ice
Norway
I want to tell you
Walking along
Head stuck on head
Walking miles
I want to tell you
In this game
I ve seen no one
Scratching the stepping stones provided
Norway
Rattlesnakes
Bumps
The sound of every summer love affair
Is seventeen times lighter
Lighter than one roar
Vodka on ice
Shining transparency
And through the stain of your fingertip
Re invented love
And two petty eye drops
Tears
Not tears
Fatigue
Not boredom
Eyes stuck on eyes
Siamese
Crippled
But both
Norway
Dressed as you
I come uninvited
Broken glasses
From a violent lick
I hope for a green day
Or at least
Colorblindness
No match for your hand
When it takes life
And no match
When it gives itself
I will let you live
You are of no concern to us
We control the earth
We are the temple of the elder gods
And the chambers of their psychic love
Polar bears
And Eskimo flats
Smoke stacks
rocky swords
and night wolves
Norway
round bombs the size of a pea
Come out of my chest
Out of the small warm hole
In the middle of my torso
As they float in abstract
Sharp nails pop out
I push the girl
Towards the trunk of the tree
While she stares at her tits
And then at my hand
Drum sounds
Before a hushed sigh
Rhythmically ending and fading in again
Alight
A lie
It scares me
That I m not afraid
Unarmed
Headless
“It’s not fair it’s not fair !”
she is almost blonde
but her fingers taste like honey plum
and early bread
Norway

It takes a combo
Of ten buttons
For a round kick
Or an uppercut
I am afraid now
I will never make it
You have it all day I say
And close the door
His nose bleeds
I puke
We fall asleep
I hold his feet you fuck him
Fuck him with something sharp
The fuck
He deserves it

oysteins telemark in star wars three

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