The Brain Projector

The Brain Projector is where the pieces of your imaginings go when they fall out of your ears onto a stroboscopic dream creator, become illuminated from behind, and are shot back into your retina. The Brain Projector: runs at 24 frames per second, spins at 78 revolutions per minute, is an ugly museum, is a lively tomb, is a roulette wheel of bones, is a shoebox of old medium format photos, is on the tip of your tongue, is in the corner of your eye, will not be televised. The Brain Projector is-

Friday, January 29, 2010

Call To Arms

The Brain Projector is a soft machine. It is a digital manifestation of an artist’s eye, built on clanking rotators and spinning melting things that spark technicolor bleeps and beeps.

Here at The Brain Projector we use state of the art anti-technology to randomly access memory through fits of aesthetic automation and peculiar mechanization. We will bring you oddities, madmen, subversives, wild-eyed poets, suicidal composers, circus folk, tortured souls, and all kinds of way word worldly wanderers.

We make you no promises of anything, just a vow of art and madness.



I leave you with the face of our ancient brother of ink and blood: Dear Rimbaud.
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