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November 16, 2009

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November 2, 2009

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‘As little as we can be declared clear of every coercion in the world, so little can our writing be withdrawn from it. But as free as we are, so free we can make it too.’
MAX STIRNER, The Ego and Its Own

Bo Cavefors isn’t doing dogma.
Bo Cavefors isn’t doing politics.
Bo Cavefors isn’t doing what’s expected of him.
Bo Cavefors isn’t trying to attract converts.
Bo Cavefors hasn’t got a plan.
Bo Cavefors will not repeat himself.
Bo Cavefors has seen through what the spectacle has to offer.
Bo Cavefors was there, on the frontline.
Bo Cavefors is always on time.
Bo Cavefors is a distinguished Swedish gentleman, even with your dick in his mouth, your finger up his arse.
If your finger is up his arse it’s because he wants it there.
If your dick is in his mouth it’s because he loves sucking dicks.
Bo Cavefors is a child.
Bo Cavefors is that polymorphously perverse creature we read about in Semiotexte.
But Bo Cavefors isn’t limited in his imaginings by motley post-anything theories.
Bo Cavefors is an electric current - he’s charged.
He charges.
When he walks into a room his blue eyes see immediately what’s valuable, what has worth.
Bo Cavefors does not waste his time.
He’s to the point.

The point is

Cavefors lives his life.

Cavefors is alive.

And this is radical and threatening in these dead times.

But it’s wrong to describe Bo Cavefors’ status as “marginalized”.

It’s the anodyne, neutered culture around him that is marginal.

Bo Cavefors is centre stage, he’s the real mainstream.

“Je n’ peux rien” dit le scorpion. “C’est mon caractere.”

Freedom liberates (perversely).

Aryan Kaganof
12 October 2009

October 9, 2009

bo cavefors on the terror of “normality”

Filed under: literature, bo cavefors, philosophy, politics — ABRAXAS @ 9:16 am

if I sometimes write anything political, it is by necessity focused on the terror of normality which totally dominates all the channels which are supposed to contain free communication. The stagnation is absolute.

Johannes Flink’s interview with Bo I. Cavefors : CAVEFORS ON CAVEFORS

Filed under: bo cavefors — ABRAXAS @ 8:31 am

Johannes Flink’s interview with Bo for Tidningen Kulturen.

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For decades on end Bo Cavefors was, by far, Sweden’s foremost alternative publisher. As a publisher, his attitude was one of curiosity and fearless exploration, expressed in the long list of radical titles (including Mao, Nietzsche, Jünger, Dali, Lautréamont, Marx, Pound, Pasolini, etc.) edited at his Bo Cavefors Bokförlag. His own magazine Svarta Fanor (Black Flags), along with his parallel German and Swedish edition of the texts of the Red Army Fraction, remain unique and unsurpassed events in a publishing climate otherwise marked by complacence and cowardice. Educated by the Jesuits in England and ever an engaged catholic, Cavefors has constantly perceived matters from an international perspective vastly divergent from the provincial concerns prevalent in Swedish culture. Always siding with the intellect against power, always longing for transgression, he remained in some ways marginal despite the magnitude of his contribution to the Swedish book-publishing scene. However, for those of us who agree that the duck-pond is too small for our spirits, Cavefors will always remain a key figure of Swedish radicalism.

Arousing somewhat less attention, so far, is Bo’s series of short memoir books (even if they are gradually acknowledged by the critics) and the performance art he has developed over the last few years. For this reason, I wanted to ask him some questions about these subjects and to give him a chance to explain his own artistic development to a wider audience. I wanted to put his history as a publisher to the side for a while, to focus instead on the man, the author and the artist Bo Cavefors, and to ask him about his present … and his future …

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Welcome Bo Cavefors! My first question is simply what you are doing right now? What I’m after, however, is not just a definition of your present activities. Rather, I would like to know if you are sensing a definitive direction in your artistic development, and, if so, a direction from what beginning to what end? What is it that you hope to explore by your recent and present activities?

Over the last years, I have clearly noted a return to my all-embracing, adolescent pre-occupations from … let’s say from my teenage years and up to my thirties. And this applies both to my writing – where it is specifically obvious in my three plays Rebellion in the Kasbah, Sade and the Japanese and The Leper in Aosta – and to the films I have written, acted out and produced in collaboration with Martin Bladh. My interest in the theatrical mode of presentation, in speech and acting as they are performed on a stage, emerged during my school years. I did my first performance in the first grade, in my Latin school in Malmö, when I was asked to read my home assignment to the rest of the class. It was a relief to suddenly stand there in front of the others and feel that they actually had to listen to what I had to say … I guess it gave me the childish kick of manipulation… And the thing went on at my Jesuit college in England, where an important part of the education was focused on ideas and their enactment in terms of direct research (e.g. reading specific passages of the Bible), to write ideas down and to develop them by way of such research, to dramatize it all, to present the religious personae on the stage, to render them living and to direct their interactions … On the surface, our little exercises might have seemed naïve, but those dramatizations of Biblical motifs gave me important insights into religious rites and how religious figures such as the Disciples or the Apostles might have reacted on a verbal, mental or physical plane. At that time, I was falling in love with some of my school-mates and those one-act plays really gave us a chance to disclose our mutual affection. Later on, after my school-years, I tried out various ways to express my growing political awareness (I was reacting strongly against colonialism, racism, injustice, etc.) and, among other things, managed to enter the director’s education at RADA, but that environment did not suit me, not back then, which I find regrettable today at least in so far as it would have made me more professional - had I finished the education - at what I’m doing now. There is a certain exhibitionism involved in all writing as well as in all kinds of performance, and in that respect my present performances are nothing new. Only the form is new, the exhibitionism was there in me already as a child. The only thing that has changed is my intellectual and physical resources of enactment. On the other hand, what I want to show differs surprisingly little from those biblical one-act plays I have been speaking about. It is present in mine and Martin’s performances, just as it was back then – it is all about sabotaging the sadistic plotting, by individuals against each other, by the society against individuals, in order to show that pain can be transformed into pleasure, that pain can be beautiful, that a total capitulation of body and soul can be a liberating experience. Nobody can attack me, nothing can harm me, when I am completely naked, when I am bleeding and disappearing into my sexual ecstasy. And today I also believe that I – I should say we because all this goes for Martin as well – that we have built up an emotional and intellectual resource-bank that can guarantee the authenticity of our ideas, our texts, our acting. To but it briefly: I find to my surprise that my life has been a fairly straight journey, that I did not depart from the set course even during those twenty years when I was intent on editing other people’s texts and ideas … as well as getting entangled in other problems that seemed to compel me back then. Instead, I now find that the whole publishing experience was a foundation for my real ambitions.

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I soon want to move deeper into the aesthetical, political and religious aspects of your artistic projects. But can you please just give the readers a more concrete idea about those films and action-performances that you are mentioning. How are they realized and what is their content? Can you give the readers some clues to your latest film- and performance-works, perhaps some favorite scenes?

Put broadly, they divide into two categories. Firstly, we have the formal structure of the plays I mentioned (Rebellion in the Kasbah, Sade and the Japanese, The Leper in Aosta), that all share a theatrical character but with strong references to above all Artaud, but also to the Greek tragedies and to political theatre. What distinguishes our theatrical practice is that there are virtually no props on stage and that all the participants are naked. This, I claim, is a necessary precondition for the pure transmission of texts and activities from the scene unto the audience which is always disturbed by furniture, clothes and other trumpery. The nakedness is also necessary for the accentuation of the text. The nakedness is soon perceived as natural by the audience, since it was the original state of mankind. And through nakedness, moreover, it becomes possible to avoid all fictive representations of sexuality and violence. Real sexual intercourse, masturbation scenes, real whippings or cuttings, become natural parts of the acting. In our “actions” on the other hand, these principles are not only a tendency but brought into their full consequence. So, for example, in Three Studies for a Crucifixion, dedicated to Francis Bacon, we used real (pig’s) blood, real intestines, real women’s hair burning, oral sex, intercourse, masturbation. It is my conviction that “Crucifixion” could never be realized without this nakedness, without this completely anti-ornamental rendering of a crucifixion with its subsequent emotional turmoil. At executions, the victim often gets a strong erection. The violence surrounding an execution is in itself an exciting moment where homosexual acts feel at their place. In mine and Martin’s performance about Heliogabalus, the Roman teenage emperor who got murdered by his soldier lovers, it thus became natural to increase the number of naked participants and to reproduce the men’s excesses.

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Here, many interesting threads arise. But let us try to get some overview and structure so we don’t get lost. Even if politics, philosophy, religion and aesthetics seem to be closely interwoven in your art, let us start with one of the threads: let us begin by focusing on the political aspect. I assume (perhaps mistakenly?) that you would agree that all art is political in some sense. The question then becomes: in what way is your present art political? Where does it stand on the political scale? Is there a general politics there, related to the political ideas you hint at in your answers, such as subversion, liberation, sabotage, etc.? And is there not a risk that your art may be perceived as a kind of amoral speculation, apolitical pornography or, in the worst case, as a crypto-fascistic orgy with its excesses of violence and its references to the Roman Empire? I don’t mean to pose these questions critically. What I want to know is in what way your art, which you seem to claim, nourishes a deep and effective idea of the political as a genuine path to the self-reformation of mankind?

I call my theatre The Theatre of Decadence and when Martin and I stage our performances we call it The New Theatre of Cruelty and Decadence. That says something about both the differences and the resemblances. Yes, I agree, all art is political in so far as it is produced and consumed in societies which are themselves political creations and by audiences that are political in the sense of living in and being forced to partake in exactly such societies. Each word, each posture, each gesture, whether obscene or not, that is performed on a stage in such a society becomes political, gets endowed with political meaning. Thus, my art is necessarily political and cannot be otherwise, even if my point of departure, or I should rather say my ambitions, are anti-political. In our Manifesto, Martin and I write among other things that we want to present a permanent discourse on the theme violence-sex-death-cruelty and that our aim is to show forth a decadent alternative as an agere contra … as an answer to the terrorism of normality. It is not I or we who are terrorists since we feel no urge to crush this or that hegemony. Rather, it is all about the normal finding its own death in its own destiny. We abstain from confrontation and from proposing a political agenda. Instead, I/we want to liberate rites, gods and traditions from the ancient Greeks and Romans, from the Middle Ages, etc., in order to realize their knowledge and experience, their kind of expressivity, their sensual life-forms in a theatre or a set of performances that are relevant today. Our performance about Gilles de Rais is representative of these ambitions since it takes up an actual topic, how boys are exposed to sexual abuse. That question could of course be thematized within a more conventional, theatrical framework or by way of slogans, posters, slander, scaremongering and all other kinds of moral indignation. Our performance, where I play one of de Rais’ former lovers, who, himself having reached old age, lies surrounded by beautiful young men who fuck him and caress him collectively, rather displays fascination with de Rais’ feudal life-style, that wasn’t particularly extreme except for the fact that he, contrary to most men in his position and with his sexual preferences, proceeded to kill the boys. This was a society and a class that spent its leisure time with religious sex-games, alchemy, etc. That can never be shown by the conventional theatre machinery with its masks, clothes, etc. Only nakedness enables us to enact what was happening in a full sense. How can it be possible to show the use and abuse of the boys without showing all the precious details of desire, lust, violence, pleasure, longing and – tenderness. This paradox was present already in Hermann Nitsch’s performances, but I maintain that we are taking one step further in the realization of the artaudian, absurd theatre that, once it is drawn to its absolute limit, ceases to be absurd to instead become absolutely real. It doesn’t matter to me in the slightest if someone should want to brand my art as “amoral speculations”, “crypto-fascistic excesses” or “apolitical pornography”. I don’t work now and have never worked on the basis of other people’s expectations. What meaning would there be for me to work with literature, art, music or theatre if I merely did what other people expected and not what I expect from myself? Within the temporal framework of the last two thousand years, I/we want to reveal how the rites and the eucharistia are changing yet remaining the same. What separates the ancient Greeks from Heliogabalus, from de Rais, from de Sade or Mishima, from the Leper in Aosta, from the painter Francis Bacon? Nothing. The fashion changes, of course, the heels of the boots differ, but the nakedness remains the same, always soft and desirable in spite of the lashes of the whip, in spite of the violence to which it is perpetually subjected. Around the naked body, around the sexual games for which it is apt, the rites get structured along with the mystique, the eucharistia, the symbols on the alchemists table, the sacrifices of the holy. How this is later perceived in the cultural sphere, in the political movements or by individuals is not mine/our business.

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I wonder about the relevance of death and of murder in relation to what you say about religious rites, and especially since you have chosen to dramatize Gilles de Rais who murdered his boys and not one of the many noble-men who didn’t. But your last statement made me curious about another thing which might still count as both political and religious, namely how your art is perceived. Here, I would like to ask, not ideologically about your relation to your audience, its socio-historical context, not about possible revolutionary shock-waves into society etc., but rather how you would like your audience to feel, what effect you would like your films and “actions” to have on those who see them … what would be your ultimate audience?

Yes, but Heliogabalus also treats murder, though in the reverse direction. Here, it is the boy who takes the initiative and wants to get fucked by his soldiers and ends up getting killed by them. In this case, there is not a grown-up seducing a boy but rather a boy who acts as the seducer of grown-up men. This version of the subject interests me, it was intriguing for me to play that very role and to succumb to the grown-up men, to enjoy it and to actually feel that I dominated them even while they were fucking and caressing me. How my art, including my writing, is perceived is of course hard for me to say. I get confronted by directly negative reactions only rarely. What I can say generally after almost sixty years of work is that there is one group of fiercely negative readers/spectators and another group of strongly engaged readers/spectators; this latter group Hägglund would surely call elitists. Anyway, I imagine that my different activities actually do send what you call “shock-waves into society” since they they are speaking to (albeit not always attracting) people who are passing their knowledge and experiences on to wider circles. This became increasingly obvious to me during my twenty years of running a publishing house. My “ultimate audience” is open, critical, initiated and interested in transgression. A good example is provided by the two female reviewers who visited our opening show for the Bacon-film at Galleri 21 in Malmö. They constantly felt the urge to get out of their seats and leave the venue since they were so affected by the film that they felt intimidated – and yet they remained seated because they were so fascinated that they had to finish the adventure then and there.

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You seem to be very fascinated by simultaneous attraction and repulsion. What I would like to do now is to connect precisely this tendency to a question about religion. A lot of people seem to associate religious liberation with harmonic concepts like Satori or Nirvana. But into what religious context do we drift by witnessing your provocative and ecstatic invocations? You mention Artaud, who was himself repeatedly proposing a religious kind of theatre. Is there in your stage ideology, like there was in his, a general, spiritual thematic directed at salvation and transcendence? And if so, is this about reaching (how?) an inner state, or is it about really getting in contact (how?) with some external, spiritual powers that are normally out of our reach? And you speak about “reality” and “nakedness” in this context. How, then, is the palpable action on the stage (the naked presence of bodies, the physical aspects of human activity) related to the drama as symbolically perceived? In what ways do your means and ends here differ from and resemble the rites established by the Christian, heathen and occult traditions?

My goals and means aren’t really separated from any of the rituals you are mentioning, except for the fact that I’m living here and now and have to say something about our contemporary situation. For me, I guess, “salvation” would mean to enter into a kind of ecstasy that is all-embracing and that, for participants and spectators alike, enhances the feeling of reaching deeper into the mysteries … AND to an infiltration, a feeling sensed directly by the body, an emotion perceived at the depths of the soul, of the social questions that are thematized in my plays. My plays concretely deal with colonialism … man’s freedom against all political ideologies … homosexuality … Is it possible to show total freedom more explicitly than by exposing naked bodies and sexual practices? Generally speaking, it is impossible to pierce deeply into the contemporary world without recycling and rejuvenating old forms of expression. This is really not about explaining, and even less about analyzing. What I mean is that the more extreme you make the repulsive (your word) element in the rites …, the nakedness of the Crucifixion (and Crucifixion here has many meanings – a boy who gets harassed because of his homosexuality is also getting, in a practical sense, crucified …) An example: in my play Sade and the Japanese all the five female characters are played by naked men … the “message” is perhaps becoming a little bit too obvious: gender transgression gets presented as a non-normal normality … what is demanded by the participants (I generally abstain from using the word actor) in that play, just like in the others, just like in the performances I do with Martin, is a kind of total trust between everybody involved, the ability to improvise, the lust to be naked and to act with the naked body, the ability to communicate emotions and ideas better than the actor in his costume and in the same time manage to make the audience horny or, which is even better, excited … It is not UNTIL THEN, I think, that we become able to really get the ”message” through to the audience. I am trying to explain what can’t be explained. It is all about emotions, intuitions … a desire for the inexpressible. I made a thorough decision a long time ago never to analyze what I am doing, but you have caused my downfall. You speak of a “general, spiritual thematic” and of “transcendence” in a Christian sense. Yes, that is of course also a part of it, but this transcendence, even if it strives toward a kind of “nirvana” has as its core, its main ingredient, the Crucifixion and the naked infant, and here we must always account for the nakedness of the body, the torment, the pain, the wound at the side, the birth, the crown of thorns … Only when we have passed through all these stages that are really a description of man’s way from birth to death, we become ready to receive harmony and grace. I don’t believe in a “spiritual thematic” – your words again – that would exclude the inconvenient, the shocking … that which may make us turn away and vomit … these are necessary ingredients, experiences, insights on the way to some kind of catharsis. I think this is demonstrated in a fairly concrete ways in all my plays and in our performances, as for example in Qualis artifex pereo – Finis … the boy’s voice, the flickering images, Martin tied up, the black hood, my energetic masturbation, the caresses, the kisses, the handling of the whip that ends by some hard lashes over Martins open, bleeding wound at the side and finally the resolution, the ejaculation, the ecstatic fucking with sperms flying … Here, I find that the ”palpable action on the stage” is harmonizing neatly with the Christian themes of birth, death and violence … the intercourse and spermatozoa conquering death and destruction. You assume that there is a clear demarcation line between heathen, occult and Christian rites, but I think this is a mistake, you can’t perceive the traditions separately like that. Nor is their kinship rejected, neither by the church historians or by catholic theology … the Christan church has of course taken over and transcended a number of ancient rites and deities.

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I am trying to move in a wide circle (politics, religion, philosophy) that will hopefully clear the ground for some more detailed questions. Now we have reached philosophy – if you agree with me that there is such a thing as a philosophical realm autonomous from politics and religion? In any case, I would like to ask you if your works express a certain philosophy, firstly in the sense of a “life philosophy” or an “existential philosophy”, secondly in the sense of an “ontological view of reality”? To which philosophers or philosophies do you feel most closely related? Where does your work stand in the tensions between chaos and science, between hedonism and discipline, etc.? Is there in your work any message about how we are to lead our own lives? And is there, aside from the ecstasy, the mystery and the transformation, any purely intellectual revelation that you want people to get from your works?

No, there is no connection to any specific philosophy or even political movement in anything I am or do. The foundation of the existence, the becoming, the being of me and art derives from no such source. What is real for me and what I try to enact in my art is only what comes to the fore by my life itself and through what I create. Are my life and my creations then really real? For me they are, and this is enough for me. Hopefully, this can make me seem real, and make my art seem real to other people, which seems very plausible since I myself perceive how reality gets involved in my life and my art. What is existential philosophy? I do not feel related to any specific philosopher or philosophical movement. Of course, I am influenced by this and that philosophy on a subconscious level, how could it be otherwise? The only role model I can come to think of that has affected me more than any other on a conscious level is Jünger’s Anarch. On the other hand, many traits of Jünger’s novel character are things which I became acquainted with much earlier thanks to Kartusian Mysticism and to Loyolas Spiritual Exercises … I could perhaps call it Stoicism - a total reliance on God’s presence in my deeds as well as in my spirit. In this total freedom inside my body-soul system I feel that chaos and order get along pretty well, and that precisely the interplay between pleasure and discipline is one of the corner-stones of my theatre and of my performance collaborations with Martin. For me, all this represents a classical kind of catholic creativity, in contrast to the protestant view of pleasure as a sin and discipline as a punishment. What I have learnt from this is that I get along well with the Catholic Church.

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Your last answer really hurts, like a whip-lash, on my Lutheran skin! I myself belong to the fraction which has been very uncomfortable with Your Favorite Church. However, that debate must be saved for another occasion. Here, we must continue with your film- and theatre-art and also with your literature. I have made a tour and find myself at the starting-point once again. So now I would like to specify my initial questions about your activities and their development. Can you describe a little closer how your performance-art has emerged? Which are your methods and criteria, not objectively but rather in your own mind, for defining and accomplishing a good performance? What do you see as your personal aims with your performance art, how are you trying to make it better and better? Which are your resources and limitations in this respect? Do you have any future projects in mind? And if you possessed infinite resources, what would then stand out as your dream project?

I continue doing what I have been doing over the last eight or nine years. The course – if it is at all possible to speak of a course – is set, as political leaders always say. The goal is to stop the inflation. In other words: if I get any good ideas I will write them down. I have made good use of my plays, my performances with Martin, our books on theatre, the editions on Hammarströms förlag and now recently my Memoirs on Styx Förlag. Add to that the records (Vodou and Survival Unit), the dvd’s about Bacon, the Qualis dvd, etc. etc. And then the readings, the actual performances on stage etc. etc. I have used the last decade very well and I find no reason not to proceed. I can’t say if I will ever reset my course. I never strive for changes of direction, but should they arise spontaneously and as natural continuations I will not be foreign to new initiatives. My performance art has developed within its given frames. I think it found its form so fast (with Bacon) because we immediately discovered a type of collaboration where we get along well, respect each other and feel an immense safety in working with each other. Here, I would like to name all participants in alphabetical order: Johan Adolphi, Peter Andersson, Martin Bladh, Lars Bosma, Bo Cavefors, Erik Jarl, Jacob Ohlin, Mikael Oretoft. And then your question about the characteristics of a good performance. Performance is not theatre; performance is direct communication between the participants and the spectators; performance must transcend the political, social, sexual and ethical limits that constitute the people of the normative society; performance needs to have a message and an urge to transmit this message at any cost; performance should not be confused with political theatre, since it is neither political nor theatre; performance does not take sides in political, ideological or religious issues since it is intent on relying on its own internal force to distribute its visions and experiences among the participants as well as the spectators. Then, of course, the moment of improvisation is also crucial to a good performance, the general direction is set, there is a plan for what is going to happen, but what really happens on stage remains unknown until the very moment of materialization. That’s my aesthetic ambition. What I would like to do if I got the “infinite resources” you are speaking about is to stage my plays Rebellion in the Kasbah and Sade and the Japanese in front of audiences, to perform Heliogabalus and de Rais with Martin, to film these four shows and release them as a dvd. And I also want to go on with my Memoirs. I hope that I could accomplish to write something more in the style of the libretto of Die Toteninsel. What could all this cost? I have no idea, but I guess I just need a stage and then two, three million crowns (gages to participants etc.) … then it’s just about getting going…

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I have tried to take a theoretical approach to your works. Yet I must say it fascinates me how your answers seem to be theoretically balanced even though they are really displacing the focus from the theoretical to the practical mode. So let us move along with this tendency and put the spot-light on the practical aspects for a while. What does your artistic surrounding consist of? What kind of culture do you consume yourself? And your collaborations with your co-actors, with the Styx Publishing House, etc. … who are your artistic partners and how does one become that? And how are your activities practically structured – a day in the life of Bo Cavefors, what does it presently contain?

Practical? My artistic surrounding? Well, I don’t really know if I have any ”artistic surrounding”. My room is filled with books but I’m trying to sell most of them. The only ones I’m going to keep are a couple of thousand volumes that I have a special relation to or that I need for references, etc. I have two paintings here, one by Zbigniew Makowski from 1965 representing a female sex and one representing garden flowers in a drinking glass. My mother’s teacher, Lundberg, made it for her confirmation in 1914. All my other paintings have been sold over the last 25 years. There is a bed, a peasant’s chest from 1818 that I inherited from my mother, an Italian chair in carved wood-work from the 19th Century, a modern Italian chair that I got from Marianne on my 50th birthday, a Danish arm-chair and 4 chairs for the dinner table, three of them made at NK in the 30’s, the fourth a rococo-chair, all of them inherited from my mother. There is also a beautiful, large table from Leksand which invites me to put newly arrived books, magazines and letters on it. And a computer, including printer and scanner. Covering half of one of the shorter walls is a tapestry from Skåne that I find exceedingly beautiful (from my mother). On the bed a beautiful pillow (from Skåne, also inherited). On the Leksand table there is a two-branched, silver chandelier – my great grandmother and grandfather got six of those from their children at their silver wedding. On the table there is also a case in which my great grandmother used to keep her rings. In my room there is a little, one-legged drop-leaf table with a very nice table top, I am not sure what kind of wood it is made of. On this table I keep three ceramic bowls that Marianne sculptured for me. At the long side of the rooms are three windows with three quadratic panes in each window-half , the curtains are blue-striped (and need to get washed I just discovered), so I get a lot of light into the room especially since they are facing to the east, but I always keep the curtains closed except for just one window. On the floor is a standard lamp and hanging from the ceiling is one of those Italian, florid, cut-glass chandeliers for which you use those light-bulbs that are forbidden since the first of September this year. On one of the sides of my bookshelf a crucifix - of course - is hung, and on top of the books on one of the shelves there is a wonderful chess-game in ivory that I got from a school-mate who came back from China, in the days where we were becoming free, young men. On another shelf there is a little wooden cask that used to belong to my grandfather. It’s a mystery to what he might have used it for, but it always stood on his desk my mother told me. One side of the cask is carved out to look like spines. I was going to continue this inventory by mentioning some of the books that I am never going to sell, but it seems more difficult than I thought as I just became aware that at least a third of the books and dvds are gifts from friends with dedications, letters, etc. ranging in time from the original edition of T. E. Lawrences Seven Pillars of Wisdom that Jacob gave me in 1955 and all the way to Kristian’s and Martin’s latest dvd’s. What surprises me after having answered you like this is that I am actually surrounded by furniture that I haven’t bought myself (with the sole exceptions of the Danish arm-chair and the bed). Am I so enmeshed in traditions? The fact is that even the towels that I use after the morning shower are inherited: they were woven at the Igridsborg estate for Anders, my grand-mother’s brother, by his sisters … I meet people sometimes. I go to a vernissage occasionally. Almost never to the theatre. More often I go to see to music-live shows, noice art, heavy metal bands, etc. The movies very seldom. Leif sometimes shows me good films on his TV. I have few but very good friends. I can mention some of them that I speak with fairly often, just having a coffee and chatting away: Måns, Mårten, Pär, Leif, Jacob, Adam. I maintain rather intense email-correspondance with friends in other parts of the world and from other times in my life, like Jacob and Thomas, Claude and Michel. I email Henrik almost every day. Some days, Patrik comes from an antiquarian book-store in Lund to decide what is possible to sell. It is stimulating to meet old and new friends here and there, as when we were doing performance-nights on Fylkingen or at the release party for my latest Memoirs. Good injections. I don’t consume so much culture aside from what I’ve already mentioned, but I read quite a lot of books, mostly literature in German, political literature, theology, art-books, etc. I still get books for free from a number of German publishing houses like Suhrkamp, Echter and Schöningh, even now when the editors I was once “making business with” are dead. Strange but nice. I read Sydsvenskan in the morning. Glance at Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung and The Times on the net. In my “artistic surroundings” I would like to include all the flowers that Marianne has arranged outside of my windows. My collaborations proceed by way of email-correspondence until we meet and realize what we have agreed upon. When Martin and I were writing and preparing for our actions we sent hundreds of emails forth and back in much the same way as this interview is taking shape. Before we met to record Bacon, I hadn’t me anybody except for Jacob who lives here in Malmö (but yes, I do recall a ten minute rendezvous with Martin when he visited Malmö with his own performance). I took the train to Norrköping together with Jacob where Martin came to meet us. The morning after we all went to Stockholm/Fylkingen where we were joined by Leif Elggren and Kent Tankred. We performed and recorded and went back to Norrköping during the night. This is how all our preparations have worked, and how they are still working. This method works because we really get along well and have the same ambitions and the same attitude to what should be done and how, even if our points of departure may diverge. The collaboration with the Styx Movement is another one of these positive experiences. It all started a couple of years ago when CM Lundberg was exhibiting at Gallery Thomas Wallner here in Malmö. Someone recommended me to go and see it, and so I did. We said hello and he immediately suggested that he would illustrate some of my texts. Ok, I said, I can write my memoirs. And that’s what happened. How does anyone become my collaborator? I don’t know, really. I think the question should be reformulated: how do I become somebody’s collaborator? Ask if I want to join is my suggestion for an answer. As Leif and Kent did, as they all did, Kristian, Johan, Lina, Martin, Måns, Lena, Guiliano, Guido and … and … and … like you Johannes!

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(Interviewer’s note: I collaborate with Bo within the Styx Movement. Furthermore, Bo and I have talked about staging a 30’s-inspired, political cabaré on the basis of Erika Mann’s Pfeffermühle. We urge readers interested in participating in this project – and especially maecenats or sponsors – to contact us through Tidningen Kulturen.)

But if we turn our gazes out towards society again … what do you see? What do you think about today’s society … about early 21st century culture? Are there any presently active artists or writers that attract your attention? Are there any cultural collectives that you detest? And how is your relation to the cultural sphere if you look at it on a more practical level? How are you perceived, do you think, by the ordinary people, the cultural workers, the “cultural elite”, etc.? Are you at all interested in the cultural debates that “rage” in the papers? And lastly: where is there any real hope for the future, politically and/or culturally, if we are to believe Bo Cavefors?

Society and culture are pretty boring phenomena today, not only in Sweden but generally, at least in Europe and the United States. I have some good friends, pictorial artists and performance artists that are exhibiting their works in China, Japan, India, etc., and they tell me about another reality which is still engaging in a number of ways. It is of course futile to long for past decades, the 60’s or 70’s … and the 50’s were even worse with all the moral preachers from king and all the way down to the chairman of the Communist Party. In England where I lived the situation was in principle the same, but if you lived in London like I did and mainly frequented certain circles you belonged to a life and a world where you didn’t partake in such bourgeois nonsense. And all the hopes that people invested in the leftist movements of the 60’s and 70’s disintegrated in as little time as it took for the ideologists and opportunists to re-saddle into lucrative top-positions in business corporation boards and in academic institutions. The real remnants of those movements are probably a couple of hundred thousand pensioners who attended courses and lectures and tried to live according to their beliefs – to no use at all. I am thoroughly convinced that their bookshelves are now hosting the main part of the books I have edited. So how do I perceive today’s society in the light of these disheartening experiences? Really not so bad, I say, since I have always tended to be an optimist. In those days, we had the Red Army Fraction, the Red Brigades, the Sandinists, the Liberation Movements of various African states. And say what you will about Mao, but his thousand flowers - which were supposed to bloom but never really got the chance – at least got the whole thing going. I published Mao’s Military-Political Writings and sold out three whole editions, all in all 9000 copies. Sometimes I wonder whether the effect of reading that book on those who were young back then didn’t saw a seed which is beginning to bloom in their grandchildren. But today and since a few years back, if I sometimes write anything political, it is by necessity focused on the terror of normality which totally dominates all the channels which are supposed to contain free communication. The stagnation is absolute. There will be no way out of this mud puddle except by some well-planned and ambitious attacks on areas such as politics, culture, economy, etc. I sympathize with many individuals and with groups as well, but as through all my life I abstain from collective engagement. I refer again to Jünger’s Anarch and his principle of individual action. It has always been like that for me. I was never a member of a political party or anything like that (with the sole exception of belonging to Clarté during the 50’s). I never voted and thereby belong to the third biggest party of this country, those who sort under the worn-out phrase “abstainers”. I would lie if I tried to pretend that this position does not entail its own risks. Certainly, there is a marginalizing function directed at those who are not subscribing to the hypocrisy. On the other hand, my relation to the parts of the cultural sphere that I sympathize with is very good. The other parts of the cultural sphere – which is really just one, big homogenous sphere … I don’t want to have any contact with that world whatsoever. What it produces is of no importance to me. I do what I like and what I think I should do without waiting for the opinions of the homogenous sphere. If they dislike my existence, it is their problem, not mine. And that’s why I seldom read contemporary Swedish literature. All those names that are flickering past in the “cultural pages” of the newspapers. Liza Marklund, Guilou, Mankell, etc., all those people are like space aliens to me, I am sorry but that’s the way it is. But it happens that I find some young (eh, well …) writers who really speak to me. During the last year I come to think of Karl Larsson, Leif Holmstrand, Lotta Lotass and some others. And then I have been reading some manuscripts that will hopefully get published, by Eli and Måns and Mårten and Leif. But generally speaking the interesting things don’t happen in literature anymore but in performace-art, where you are able to combine images, action, music and word in new and revolutionizing ways. Traditional theatre is stone dead … and not only in Sweden … the whole theatre world is choked to death by all the quasi-psychological bullshit from Bergman to … you know who. People will undoubtedly find a way out of these dead end streets. Soon, I hope, since I would really like to see when it starts moving…

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We have reached the end of this little journey. And now I find that your very last statement suits med perfectly, since I was anyway going to finish by the broadest possible perspective: the future, or more specifically the future of mankind. Do you then think that there is also a “way out” of the claws of imperialist aggression, of slave-mongering, of our hysterical production with its devastating consequences for the environment? Will intelligence finally win the battle against stupidity? What do you think we will have accomplished in, let’s say, 300 years? If you could chose to return in a specific future era, when would you come and as whom? What would you become able to see? Which one of all the dramas of humanity do you think would be most intriguing to follow to its conclusion?

I look at Pieter Brueghel’s painting Hunter in the snow from the middle of the 16th Century and cannot help associating to the cod-fishing in the Baltic Sea, the trade with polluting-licences, the threats against the polar bear and I find myself asking, rhetorically: why couldn’t those planes just have crashed at the turn of the Millennium, why couldn’t it all just collapse? Intelligence will never win against stupidity. Reason will never circumvent the recurring political nonsense. I would not like to be reborn and I will not, when I’m dead, say that I would have preferred to have lived in another time. My life has been pretty exciting, that’s what I think at least. But there is one thing I regret having missed, and by quite a number of centuries: I really would have loved to get close to Hamlet.

Copyright©Johannes Flink, 2009.
this interview first published here

October 4, 2009

Cavefors om Cavefors: Porträtt

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Skrivet av Johannes Flink

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Bo Cavefors var under decennier Sveriges överlägset mest aktive alternative bokförläggare. Som förläggare präglades han av nyfikenhet, radikalitet och oräddhet, vilket blev tydligt i utgivningen där Mao, Nietzsche, Jünger, Dali, Lautréaumont, Marx, Pound, Pasolini stod på repertoaren. Utgivningen av tidskriften Svarta Fanor och inte minst den viktiga, tysksvenska parallell-utgåvan av Röda Armé Fraktionens skrifter är och förblir unika och legendariska händelser i vårt ofta räddhågsna kulturklimat. Utbildad av Jesuiterna i England och med en stark katolsk tro har Cavefors hela tiden arbetat från en internationell horisont som starkt avviker från den förhärskande svenska, vilket har gett honom en välbehövlig och frigörande distans från det övriga kulturlivet här i landet. Alltid på intellektets sida mot statsmakten, ständigt längtande efter det gränsöverskridande, förblev han på vissa sätt marginell trots sin stora förläggargärning. Om det däremot gäller intellektuell radikalitet måste det en gång för alla sägas att Cavefors är en helt central referenspunkt för alla oss som håller med om att ankdammen är för trång för människoanden.

Något mindre känd är Bo Cavefors för sin serie av korta memoarböcker (även om dess erkännande växer gradvis) och den performance-konst han ägnat sig åt de senaste åren. Därför ville jag ställa några frågor om just detta och ge honom en chans att förklara sin egen konstnärliga utveckling för en bredare publik. Jag ville lägga förläggarhistorien åt sidan för en stund och koncentrera mig på människan, författaren och konstnären Bo Cavefors - hans nu … och hans framtid …

keep reading this interview here

see also here for a whole bunch of photos that can’t be published on the kagablog

August 27, 2009

QUALIS ARTIFEX PEREO - FINIS

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Martin Bladh and Bo I. Cavefors
QUALIS ARTIFEX PEREO - FINIS
Action: Johan Adolphi, Martin Bladh, Bo I. Cavefors and Mikael Oretoft
Photo: Peter Andersson and Lars Bosma
Music: Martin Bladh and Erik Jarl

Produced 12th June 2009 in Norrköping, Sweden
Published as a dvd together with QUALIS ARTIFEX PEREO (Aryan Kaganof) 2009-2010

July 10, 2009

Galleri Thomas Wallner gästar Kulturum med Bo Cavefors

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Galleri Thomas Wallner gästar Kulturum i Hammenhög
Måndagen den 13 och tisdagen den 14 juli kl. 12-18

Bo Cavefors
Memoarer

Leif Holmstrand
Utan titel ”Mat och integritet”

C.M.Lundberg
Teckningar

Performance och uppläsning av Bo Cavefors
och Leif Holmstrand tisdagen den 14 juli,
kl 14 och kl 17

mer info:

här!

June 19, 2009

puck - a midsummer night’s dream

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June 18, 2009

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June 2, 2009

“christer” - darkside om qualis

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no no
no no no no
no no no no
no no there’s no limit.
(ur 2 Unlimiteds, No Limit)

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På Galleri Signal - Center för samtidskonst i Malmö visas just nu en grupputställning omfattande 87 konstnärers verk i en lokal om 70 kvadratmeter. Titeln på utställningen är hämtad från refrängen till den nederländska gruppen 2 Unlimiteds energirika eurodiscoplåga No Limit. Trångt och svettigt men trivsamt med väggar, golv och tak bågnande av rykande dagsaktuella inlägg i ett oavbrutet pågående samtal om vad som är angeläget för oss i nuet. Det är konst i alla stilar och former, och utställningsrummet har utnyttjats till bristningsgränsen för denna salongsvisning, lite ovanligt för samtida icke-kommersiella gallerier. Tanken bakom utställningen är att den skall vara en lokal provkarta och visa på den konstnärliga aktiviteten i staden Malmö under föregående och innevarande år. Energitillskottet från refrängen kan behövas, för Signal är nedläggningshotat, men No Limit visar att Malmö sjuder av konstnärlig vitalitet. För mer information, se http://www.signalsignal.org/.
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Bland alla de andra verken visar Bo Cavefors och Martin Bladh filmen Qualis artifex pereo från 2008, en dvd filmad av Aryan Kaganof. Det latinska citatet skall ha varit kejsar Neros avskedsord vid självmordet år 68 och betyder “Vilken konstnär förlorar icke världen i mig”. Filmen Qualis artifex pereo visas non stop. På förfrågan kan man även få se filmen Tre studier för en korsfästelse, ett passionsdrama i tre akter tillägnat Francis Bacon från 2007, inspelad på scenen Fylkingen i Stockholm, dvd och cd utgiven av Firework Edition Video, Stockholm 2007, se vidare www.fireworkeditionrecords.com. Enligt de uppgifter jag inhämtat från galleriet och privat finns Qualis artifex pereo ej utgiven som film och kommer ej heller att tillhandahållas allmänheten mer än som här på Signals utställning. Dramatexten till Tre studier för en korsfästelse finns utgiven i bokform av det utmärkta förlaget h:ström (Hammarströms förlag), se http://www.hstrom.nu/.
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Iscensättningen utgår från Bo Cavefors egna texter i samarbete med Martin Bladh. När man läser skrift finns alltid ett raster mellan läsaren och det som beskrivs, ett raster som distanserar. Här gestaltar Cavefors tillsammans med de andra skådespelarna vad som finns nedtecknat på papper. Det gör chockeffekten väldigt påtaglig. Man kan känna sig äcklad. Man kan känna sig provocerad. Många ser säkert ett rent effektsökeri i det hela. Nedbrytandet av normer och tabun är tydligt framträdande. Starkt är det i alla fall och på det sättet god konst genom att ruska om den ljumma själen och det lata sinnet. Den här typen av scener ser vi annars bara på klubbar och fester inom vår subkultur, givetvis även privat och i våra sängkammare och lekrum, men inte på teaterscener eller som här på film och på en konstutställning.
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Om vår teater stinker, är det för att alla andra pjäser luktar gott. (Jean Genet)

“Christer”

this review first appeared here

May 24, 2009

memoarer (memoirs)

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Bo I. Cavefors : Two pages from my new book, MEMOIRS, Styx Publisher, Sweden. Artist/illustrator: Carl Michael Lundberg.

May 6, 2009

survival unit

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April 2, 2009

capri

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March 19, 2009

die toteninsel

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Bo I. Cavefors

DÖDENS Ö

Libretto och scenanvisningar: Bo I. Cavefors

Musik: X

Scen: Arnold Böcklins målning Die Toteninsel (den första versionen, 1880). Målningen projiceras på en duk som täcker hela scenens fond.

Framför målningen, med ryggen mot publiken en vitklädd figur (=den vitklädda figuren i båten på Böcklins målning). Iklädd en vit tunn mantel som är öppen framtill. Publiken ser inte att figuren är naken, om det är man eller kvinna, förrän mot föreställningens slut då han/hon vänder sig mot publiken. Rösten bör inte avslöja om det är man eller kvinna som framför texten. Alternativ 1: Naken man med androgynt utseende; alternativ 2: naken kvinna med pojkaktigt utseende. Spelas alternativ 2 måste texten ändras på några få ställen.

Scengolvet täckes av nakna män och kvinnor som kopulerar, smeker varandra, män med män, kvinnor med kvinnor, under hela föreställningen liggande på golvet, då och då hörbart, som kyssar, rop, suckanden. Vällust. Smärtskrik. Över dessa män och kvinnor ett blåsvart ljus som ger intryck av hav. Kropparna rör sig som vågor. Koreografi.

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Sapfo, när du dog
Blev allt det som var du
Förgängligt.
Du dog
Medan du levde.
Du är död död död.
Du är Döden.
Varför ljuga:
„Wie froh bin ich,
Daß ich weg bin!” 1a)
Vad är ett
Människohjärta? 1b)
Äntligen är
Allt slut.
Inga minnen,
Ingen längtan
Finns kvar
Efter din våta
Vulva
Med de
Röda läpparna,
Som reste sig
Som vampyrer
Där borta på ön
Med den ogenomträngliga
Skogen med
Svarta barrtäta träd.
Men vad
Sker mellan män
I trädens skuggor
När du vänder bort
Blicken, Sapfo?
Vad jag minns är
Dig som
Nunna, som
Stekpanna och med
Feta grodlår. 2)
Det fanns inget
Tomrum
Att tränga in i.
Det finns inget
Tomrum att
Drömma om nu
När du lämnat mig
För Hades.
Jag minns endast
Dina underbyxor med
Vita spetsar. 3)
Av fasa vid åsynen
Av min kuk
Gömde du dig bakom
Dynor, mascara
Och segel.
Tomrum, en ödsligt
Ekande grotta var
Ditt kön… du var inget
Annat än ett stort
Tomrum, Sapfo.
Nu, när jag äntligen
Blivit fri från dig
Undrar jag:
Vad ville du?
Herz wie das meine
Zu ängstigen? 4)
Eller?
Förvandla mig
Till din slav?
Eller…
Nu, när du är borta,
Då vaknar skuggorna på
Den dystra ön
Upp ur
Sin dvala. De
Nakna kopulerande
Kropparna är av
Kött och blod,
Kukarna täckta av
Sperma, och alla dessa
Benrangel som
Dansade kring gravarna
Har slipats släta
Av vind och regn
Och sönderhackats av
Korpar.
Detta är vad som väntar mig
När jag ockuperar
Ditt rike,
Stiger i land
Mellan dina döda vita
Fyrkantiga grodlår för att ta den
Efterlängtade
Verkligheten
I besiktning,
I besittning.
Varför
Tvingade du
Mig att lida
Så länge?
Varför hade jag
Tidigare
Denna fåfänga, löjliga längtan
Efter dig, Sapfo?
Jag visste redan då
Att
Herren ger var och en
Sin egen död
I orgasm och
Smärtsam
Ljuvlighet.
Även du Sapfo
Smakade
Sveket och
Fick känna
Smärtan av
Att överges av
Sin egen kärlek,
Av din egenkärlek. 5)
Herre, kärleksfull
Död är varken
Belöning eller bot. 6)
Jag vill
Bort från den
Verklighet jag
Tidigare såg med
Dina ögon,
Som naggade mig i
Huden, som fick
Musklerna att förtvina -
Bort från Sapfo.
Mitt nya liv
Finns på den ö
Du Sapfo övergav.
Eller
Tvingades du bort,
Tvingades du abdikera?
Jag ser på
Målningarna
Och läser i böcker
Från förr i tiden,
Före din tid, Sapfo,
Att andra seder
Härskade på ön.
Just det där
Huset , där framme,
Till höger… Var det
Där Dödsbåten brukade
Lägga till
När den passerat
Hamninloppet till
Ditt kön??
Är det verkligen
Ett hus och inte en
Livlös, död, benvit
Skalle med tomma ögonhålor?
Och de
Vita, skarpskurna,
Nästan kvadratiska
Betongklossarna, där
Till höger och till vänster
Om hamninfarten?
Är det kvarlevorna
Av ditt sköte, eller
Två förstelnade kroppar.
Är villan en gravkammare
Av marmor?
Ockuperad av
Lik omgivna
Av medeltida vapen
Och lagerkransar,
Utmejslade döda blommor.
Vissnade blad som formats
Till vissnade åldrade
Och skarpt ådrade kukar.
Nej nej nej! Jag vet att
Dessa vita, blankpolerade
Falloskroppar finns där för
Att locka mig bort från vad
Som ursprungligen var
Mitt mål, att
Sakta penetrera dig
Och locka fram
Skälvningar
När jag rörde vid din
Klitoris.
Min längtan var att
Ön skulle explodera av
Konvulsioner,
Explosioner,
Av en ofattbar
Orgasm som
Gav eko genom
Havet, som
Fick Döden att
Förvandlas till en
Havens slåtterman,
Som fick vågorna
Att rulla med fruktansvärd
Styrka vidare mot andra
Kuster, mot andra
Kvinnors sköten.
Men sådana
Fantasier
Gav mig
Intet.
Äntligen är mitt
Enda mål
Mäns stjärtar och
Att själv bli knullad av män.
Min lust blir allt
Större när jag närmar mig döden.
När jag står framför
Denna Toteninsel, framför Dödens Ö,
Växer min längtan
Efter total smärta,
Total hängivelse,
Att i dunklet under de
Svarta träden
Möta de nakna
Gossarna.
Jag vill att du,
Som en sista
Hälsning,
Tar emot mig
Med din piska
Och piskar mig till
Döds som avsked
Till det av min
Ungdom som var en del av
Dig Sapfo, men som nu
Endast är minnen
Och sår.
Öppna sår
Och djupa ärr
Av läkta sår, av inbränd
Smärta och längtan.
Knivens egg skär
Som eld genom
De svarta
Barrträdens kronor medan
Jag vilar på denna
Jordiskt gröna
Äng utan klagan och
Ängslan och hör
Svagt mellan piskans vinande
Slag trummornas dunkande
Och den unge
Herdens flöjt
Vars drillar följsamt
Smeker den eregerade
Barnsligt lilla kukens
Små rörelser när den vilar
På hans vänstra lår.
Jag dör och lever i
Klangerna från hans
Båda instrument.
Sapfo. För mig är du död.
För dig är jag död.
Piskan som förde in mig
I pojkarnas harem gömde du
Väl, men jag såg den
Skymta mellan det
Svarta sträva hår som
Växer mellan dina
Lår. Fitta fitta fitta,
Fitta fitta fitta. Flickfitta
Och vittvin som strömmade ner
Över dina lår, över mitt ansikte,
In i min mun.
Det var döden.
Cita mors ruit… 7)
Du lät
Min tunga slicka dig,
Suga livet ut ur dig.
Så att döden kunde
Tränga in i dig genom
Den bitande
Käft som spydde
Eld mellan dina lår.
Jag lät dig klösa
Mig med dina svartmålade
Naglar.
Jag kände
En sista gång
Dina sträva hårstrån mot
Mina läppar när saften
Pressades in i min mun och
Jag blev ett med
Det pånyttfödande havet
Som sköljde över mig
Som nu sköljer över mig
Som evigt skall skölja över mig
Och förvandla min
Förtvinade längtan efter dig
Till en längtan efter
Något du inte kan
Erbjuda mig, pojkens
Lena kropp, en pojkes mjuka
Kuk, den unge
Mannens hårda kuk, hans
Muskulösa lår och
Den fasta stjärten. Det
Svartröda hålet mellan
Pojkens stjärthalvor,
Det skarpa och
Vackert tecknade
Skulderbladet,
Huden som spännes
Som tältduk
Av lammhud
När han böjer ryggen och för
In sin kuk i min stjärt.
Naveln
Naveln naveln och den svarta
Hårslingan från kuken upp
Mot naveln
Och hans bröst
Och bröstvårtor.
Bröstvårtor.
Bröstvårtor. Låg mig bita
Hans bröstvårtor blodiga.
Sapfo, du gav mig
Det du inte kunde
Ge mig av dig själv.
Du hämtade pojkarna
Och gav dem till mig
På din döda Ö.
Du gav mig
Allt det som är odödligt,
Pojkens oskuldsfulla
Kåthet, hans
Vilja till den
Underkastelse
Som ger döden liv,
Hans längtan efter att
Piska döden till liv,
Obarmhärtigt, i en
Evig orgasm, i ett evigt
Stånd, i en evigt öppen
Och knullberedd stjärt,
I ett ständigt pumpande
Spermaflöde
In i min mun.
Sapfo… Vem är jag,
Som ber dig om det du
Inte kan ge mig genom
Dig själv? Vem är
Jag som vet att jag
Genom att kittla din
Klitoris, genom att suga
Saften ur din fitta, kan
Locka dig till att öppna
Gallergrindarna på
Dödens Ö och släppa
Loss de sköna pojkar
Du spärrade in när de
Blev ett alltför
Stort hot mot din egen
Trånad, din egen
Längtan efter kuk.
I din trädgård finns inga
Växter som hjälper mot denna
Längtan efter döden mellan
En pojkes mjuka stjärthalvor,
Mot denna längtan att
Kyssa bort de dallrande
Dropparna på hans blåsvarta
Falloshuvud.
Contra wim mortis
Non est medicamen in hortis. 8)
Piska mig, bind mina
Händer, sätt på mig fotbojor,
Gör mig till slav.
Inte till din slav
Utan till pojkarnas slav.
Låt min mun, min stjärt och
Min kuk bli redo ta emot
Pojkarna när du släppt dem fria,
Befriat dem från döden.
Om inte, så släpp in
Också mig i fängelsehålorna,
Så jag kan förenas
Med dem som är som jag,
Alla dessa Homo
Desperatus. 9)
Låt mig som Persefone
Härska över Dödsriket
Med pojkar, låt
Oss tillsammans
Förvandla Dödens Ö till
En dionysisk festplats
Med de goda seder som
Härskade förr i tiden…
Quae vita, qui mores fuerint, 10)
En Värld av
Smärta och plåga, av
Svarta ritualer och
Offeraltare. Låt mig bli
Det offer pojkarna våldför
Sig på, täcker med
Sin väldoftande och
Kryddsmakande
Sperma. Ser du inte,
Sapfo, att jag är redo,
Jag är naken och
Beredd att invadera
Din Döda Ö med liv och
Förvandla ditt svarta och giriga
Sköte, förvandla den mörka skogen av
Popplar till eregerade kukar.
Och de livlösa,
Blankpolerade fallosarna?
Ja, de är som
Rosa de spinis Floret, 11)
som rosor på
Törnen. Jag skall
Förvandla allt
Detta till njutning, till
Extas, till
Utlevelse, till
Ohämmad glädje,
För att möta Döden.
Gossarna badar i
Ett blåsvart hav av
Heliogabalus
Törnerosor, i en orgie
Där kropp inte kan
Skiljas från kropp, där alla
Kroppar, alla kukar, alla
Kyssande munnar, alla
Lår och alla bröstkorgar,
Där varje bröstvårta
Är en del av en
Enda kropp.
(Vänder sig, snabbt, mot publiken, med erektion:)
Alltför länge
Sov jag. Men
Jag har vaknat
Och vid hamninlopppet
Ser jag den unge mannen
Som väckte mig, 12)
Som just nu tänder
Den sista elden. 13)
I döden blir vi
Alla rena. Vi är
Gisslade på Dödens Ö,
Men vi är lyckliga. Att
Dö omgiven av
Vackra pojkar
Är inte svårt.
Piska mig piska mig
Piska mig… Tystnad.
Piska mig till tystnad.
Vad som återstår
Är tystnad.
Sapfo, med vad skall
Jag belöna dig?
Tystnad.
Med vad skall jag
Straffa dig?
Tystnad.
Min vilja och mitt
Mål är pojkkropparna
Som en gång spolats ut ur ditt
Jungfrusköte. Att dö,
Att sova, kanske drömmer
Jag, men drömmarna
Är den verklighet
Som förvandlar
Törnen till
Doftande rosor.

Noter:
1a) Goethe/Werther.
1b) Goethe/Werther.
2) Arrabal.
3) Rimbaud.
4) Goethe/Werther.
5) Rilke.
6) Schiller.
7) Horatius: Döden kommer snabbt…
8) Regimen sanitatis Salerni: I trädgården växer inga medel mot döden…
9) Vildhjärnor, ”terrorister”…
10) Livius: Förr i tiden var sederna goda…
11) Hieronymus: Rosor blommar på törnebusken…
12) Wagner/Brünnhilde.
13) Wagner/Siegfried.

Copyright©Bo I. Cavefors, 2009.

March 5, 2009

qualis artifex pereo @ fylkingen, stockholm

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FREDAG 6/3 KL 19.30 GRYMHETENS TEATER DEKADANS
Fredagen den 6:e mars 2009 slår Grymhetens Teater Dekadens upp portarna för allmänheten på Fylkingen i Stockholm.

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Martin Bladh och Bo Cavefors ger en adekvat inblick i sina omtalade och kontroversiella allkonstverk. Under kvällen bjuder man på högläsning ur de orealiserade drama-aktionerna Heliogabalus och Gilles de Rais; ställer ut collage/arbetstudier som tillhör respektive verk; visar de ökända filmatiseringarna av aktionkonstverken Three Studies for a Crucifixion – dedicated to Francis Bacon och Qualis Artifex Pereo, från 2007 respektive 2008.

Speciella gäster är den legendariska performace-duon Guds Söner (Leif Elggren och Kent Tankred) och de svenska industrimusikmästarna IRM.

Program:
19.30 – Portarna öppnas
20.30 – Läsning bl.a. av Manifest för Grymhetens Teater Dekadens
20.40 – Filmvisning: Martin Bladh/Bo Cavefors: Three studies for a Crucifixion; a Passion Play in Three Actis; dedicated to Francis Bacon
22.00 – Bo Cavefors läser ur Heliogabalus
22.15 – Special Guest: Guds Söner – Leif Elggren och Kent Tankred
23.00 – Bo Cavefors läser ur Gilles de Rais
23.15 – Special Guest: IRM
23.45 – Gravöl/mingel + musik

Utställning: Collage av Martin Bladh

Visning på 3 monitorer av dvd-filmen Qualis Artifex Pereo (Nero Claudius – Georges Bataille) av Bo Cavefors, Martin Bladh, Aryan Kaganof.
Installation
Inträde: 60 kr
http://caveforspositionnr3nyasvartafanor.blogspot.com

more information http://www.fylkingen.se/

March 1, 2009

the slave

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February 12, 2009

the shadow

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February 7, 2009

“QUALIS ARTIFEX PEREO” (2008)

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In filming this Swedish actionist performance, Aryan Kaganof returns once again to the world of body art, a favourite haunt of his for a very long time. His old classic films of Ron Athey’s extreme performances, which he shot in the 1990s, are proof of his obsession with this major discipline of contemporary art.

The performance by Bo Cavefors, a master of Swedish body art, is filmed in a very poetic way by Kaganof, and took place in June 2008 in Malmo. It’s entitled “Action Number 43” and is in the same vein as his earlier performances. Bo Cavefors is lying on the ground in the beginning of the film. A zoom out from his face is the starting point for this action. The film is devised as a triptych, like one of his earlier performances which took place in 1997 in Stockholm and was called “Three Studies for a Crucifixion” after Francis Bacon’s work of the same name.

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During the opening sequence of the film “Qualis Artifex Pereo”, we see three actors around Cavefors, the central actor. Two women and a man watch him in silence as he masturbates and slowly readies himself for the climax in the third sequence. As Johanna Rosenqvist recites in Swedish the magical lines of Georges Bataille’s “L’Anus Solaire”, Cavefors caresses himself and starts fellatio with Martin Bladh. The voyeuristic movement of the camera on parts of his body and the other actors becomes insistent and arousing. The extract of the poem she recites was written in 1931 and begins like this:

“When my face is flushed with blood, it becomes red and obscene.

It betrays at the same time, through morbid reflexes, a bloody erection and a demanding thirst for indecency and criminal debauchery.

For that reason I am not afraid to affirm that my face is a scandal and that my passions are expressed only by the JESUVE.

The terrestrial globe is covered with volcanoes, which serve as its anus.

Although this globe eats nothing, it often violently ejects the contents of its entrails.

Those contents shoot out with a racket and fall back, streaming down the sides of the Jesuve, spreading death and terror everywhere.

(this translation first appeared on the web on greylodge.org)

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This opening sequence lasts for 25 minutes. Martin Bladh’s texts follow Bataille’s, and are recited by Rosenqvist. Throughout the film there is discreet music composed by the actor Martin Bladh, who wrote the music for Cavefors’ earlier performances too. It’s also worth noting that Bladh translated the extracts from Bataille’s work into Swedish.

The second sequence lasts 5 minutes and we see Cavefors and Rosenqvist getting ready to go to work, dressed in everyday clothes. The third part is, in some ways, the climax of pleasure as during this part of the film the second woman, erica li lundqvist, the singer of down in june, inserts her high heels into Cavefors’ arse as the music grows more high-pitched and monotonous. The total length of the film is 40 minutes – it’s an extraordinary triptych.

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The Latin title means “The world is losing a great artist” - the Emperor Nero’s last words before committing suicide. In choosing this title, Kaganof is trying to show us that all major artistic creations arise from unbridled passion which ends in death.

written by Dionysos ANDRONIS, translated by Lucy Lyall Grant

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February 3, 2009

on liberty

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January 15, 2009

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December 14, 2008

DESCENT TO SAVAGERY

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A Carthusian

For Bo I. Cavefors

The Pill slaughters nobility, slaughters
The heart, slaughters faith in the Son of God.
The Pill overthrows temples, depletes
Rank and file, nuns an extinct race,
Priests a dwindling, oppressed few whose power
The heal, to sanctify, is a rusty blade.

The Pill rages triumphantly, slaughters
The hidden force of life, the higher force
Of love and purpose, maims, blinds, mocks.
The Pill slaughters freedom, enslaves man
To lust, the fierce addiction, renders love
An absurd dream and life a masquerade.

The Pill blinds and deadens the mind, slaughters
The babe who enters the unreceptive womb,
The innocent unwelcome in loveless hearts.
The Pill devours the City of God, exalts
The City of Lost Purpose and Plush Death
Degrading life to a puerile escapade.

The Pill slaughters morality, slaughters
The fabric of human togetherness. The Pill
Seeps into the mind unnoticed, perverts
The very purpose of life, to produce souls
Of heroic love: descent to savagery.
The Pill has killed Christ in man and maid…

first published on bo cavefors’ blog

October 24, 2008

the devil made me do it

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October 12, 2008

raf texte:

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raf:texte - published in German (Cavefors), Swedish (Cavefors), Italian (Bertani) and (a part of it in ) France (Maspero). The proof with all corrections is still in the Bo Cavefors Archive at the University of Lund. / Bo I. Cavefors.

Rote Armee Fraktion - Documents

This is a collection of 1,166 digitized documents by and on the Rote Armee Fraktion (Red Army Faction, ‘RAF’). The aim of this website is to provide these documents in their authentic form to researchers, historians and other people interested, not to support or oppose any views expressed in these documents. The collection is the digitized version of the original documents held at the Rote Armee Fraktion Collection of the International Institute of Social History, Amsterdam (see http://www.iisg.nl/archives/en/files/r/10844439.php).

The Rote Armee Fraktion was founded in 1970 as a group of urban guerilla in West Germany. The group considered itself part of a larger anti-imperialist movement in the continuation of liberation movements in the Third World and the student revolts of the sixties. In May 1972, the group committed its first bomb attacks against US-Army bases in West Germany and other targets. After the arrest of its leaders, the struggle was continued in prison, with hunger strikes and a learning program. Despite several waves of arrests, the group continued to be operational, e.g. with the kidnapping of German Employers Federation president Hanns-Martin Schleyer and the killing of captains of industry and representatives of the political establishment. In the course of 1992 activities stopped, and in 1998 the group was dissolved.

September 23, 2008

cavefors, bladh, lundqvist, rosenqvist and kaganof: there’s no limit @ signal

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no no
no no no no
no no no no
no no there’s no limit

24 september - 12 oktober 2008
Vernissage onsdagen den 24 september kl 18-21

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Den 24 september öppnar Signal den stora grupputställning ”no no no no no no no no no no no no there´s no limit” med 88 medverkande konstnärer. Utställningen erbjuder en unik möjlighet att ta del av vad som har producerats i Malmö det senaste året (2007/2008) och lyfter fram just denna centrala aktivitet som utgör förutsättningen för en intressant och dynamisk konstscen!

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Medverkande konstnärer:

Majlis Agbeck, Anna Nordquist Andersson, Catrin Andersson, Christian Andersson, Marianne Andersson, Elisabet Apelmo, Åsa Maria Bengtsson, Stine Egeskov Berger, Carin Blücher, Anna Bokström, Carl Boutard, Anna Brag, Anna Bring, Ann Böttcher, Bo Cavefors & Martin Bladh, Helene Edgren, Anna Ekman, Lars Embäck, Rolf Engfelt, Marthe Aune Eriksen, Gunilla Falck, Lisa Fjellman, Luca Frei, Ylva Friberg, Edvard Gran, Mell Gran, Lucia Gustavsson, Patrik Gyllander, Rebecka Hallbert, Mette Hansen, Jan-Anders Hansson, Trond Hugo Haugen, Barbro Hemer, Jens Henricson, Leif Holmstrand, Torsten Hylander, Lena Ignestam, Gabriella Ioannides, Ingegerd Johansson, Michael Johansson, Sofie Josefsson, Maria Jönsson, Jeuno Kim, Viktor Kopp, Mathias Kristersson, Katarina Kvarnsjö, Runo Lagomarsino, Tamara Malmeström de Laval, Axel Lieber, Torbjörn Limé, Marit Lindberg, Anna Ling, Jonas Liveröd, Tuss Marie Lysén, Kari Mjåtveit, Caroline Mårtensson, Annelie Nilsson, Andreas Nordström, Fredrik Norén, Björn O. Olsson, Magnus Ottertun, Helena Persson, Matteo Rosa, Viktor Rosdahl, Lisa Rydberg, Johan Röing, Susann Rönnertz, Anna Sandgren, Gunnar Sandin, Ingrid Sandsborg, Morgan Schagerberg, Nilsmagnus Sköld, Danilo Stankovic, Anna Strand, Johan Sunesson, David Svensson, Joanna Thede, Magnus Thierfelder, Ulrika Thune, Maria Lavman Vetö, Pepe Viňoles, Charlotte Walentin, Peter Wallström, Bjørn Wangen, Fredrik Weerasinghe, Anna Wessman

more info on the signal website

September 20, 2008

Qualis Artifex Pereo - world premiere at signal gallery in malmo, sweden

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Aryan Kaganof’s film


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Södra Skolgatan 31
21422 Malmö

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