RIOT BReAD   

 
 
     

N. 391 ​ September 2019 

 
R.J. Armstrong 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 RIOT BReAD   
 
    

N. 391.3 ​ September 2019 

 
R.J. Armstrong 
  
 
 
 
 
Riot Bread 
 
Issue Number 391.3 
 
September 2019 
 
words, lyrics & images by R.J. Armstrong 
 
a RI0T BReAD production 
 
r​iotbread.c​om 
 
 
 
2019 by R.J. Armstrong 
 
No rights reserved. 
All parts of this publication may be reproduced  
without the express written permission  
of the author. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

~​ ​~ ​gen​er​al​ly​ en​gage​d by ​shi​fti​n​g ​li​g​h​t ​{  

 
  
 
 
 

Riot Bread is a philosophy 

based on madness & discipline. 

Riot Bread is a madness 

based on philosophy & discipline. 

Riot Bread is a discipline 

based on madness & philosophy. 

Riot Bread is a philosophy 

based on discipline & madness. 

Riot Bread is a madness 

based on discipline & philosophy. 

​ 

Riot Bread is a discipline 

based on philosophy & madness. 

 
 
 
+ nada dada manifesto 
 
after  three  frenzied  days  of  looting  monotonous 
postmodern  primitivism,  we  write  a  manifesto  that 
begins  to  flourish  in  the  heat  of  a  heart  of  words, 
dada​.  
 
Revolution  without  beginning,  having  invented  the 
greatest  cultural  ​nada  on  the  basis  of  a  supreme 
supernatural  force.  Government  ministries  and 
agencies  run  aground  as  looters  stuff  their  pockets 
with obsolete futures.  
 
“All gone, all gone.” she said, “All gone in six days.”   
 
The  actual  point  is  infinity  and  in  principle  we  are 
against  manifestos,  rifles,  pistols,  axes,  knives,  and 
clothing,  as  well  as  emboldened  soldiers,  exquisite 
brutes,  borders  and  fences,  beauty,  gold, silver and 
copper,  gender  roles,  detention  facilities,  and 
creative  exploding  devices.  Accepting  reality 
means  we  must  sweep  and  clean  vowels  and 
consonants  constantly  while  smashing  typography 
and  ceramic  rhymes  to  an  ignominious  end, ringing 
with  
z noisy noisy explosions​, ​boom​boom​.  
 
Possessing  profound  gravity,  several  thousand  of 
the  marauders  organize  prose  into  a  new  currency, 
slipping along the line but never quite writing.  
 
boom, ​boom  
 
 
 
 
 
Among  flames,  lucid  and  clear,  troops  arrive  to 
quell  the  looting  and  storm  the  museum  grounds. 
There  is  the  bouquet  of  a  phantom  in  minutes. 
Though  each  thing  has  its  word  locked  in  a  glass 
display  case  like  irrefutable  evidence,  some 
thousands  of  years  old,  words  are  tapestry 
fragments  and  can  be  ​s​mash​e​d  like  ivory  figurines. 
Everyone dances to our own personal world and  
we are in them all, among the band of rioters.   
 
In  this  latest  appearance  of  ​dada  we  are  seeing 
being  destroyed  in  front  of our eyes, the word itself 
preserved for safekeeping, ​boom​boom​.  
 
Boomboom​ soaked in gasoline, decomposition.   
 
Everything,  
 
every shapeless invention,  
 
( boom ​ boom  . ( 
 
carried away by the rioters to the artists  
who are waiting at the edge of perception,  
always  
writing   
 
Around 
 
 
 

→ we have no art 

→ like dada kissed an existentialist and fell 

in love with light in time as the thing perhaps 
is to eat flowers ​and not to be 

 
#nadadada 
 
we don't particularly believe in the fidelity of 
images, like,  
we may know that Images ​Are 
but we have still to be convinced that images 
do ​exist 

 
  
 

 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
mind you 
 
we mind 
 
minding the depths of our minds 
 
or perhaps we do not mind? 
 
i try to mind but minding takes practice 
 
takes some practice
takes some practice
takes some practice 
 
our mind, works on practicing 
 
do you ever practice minding? 
 
do you damn well mind? 
 
fucking practice.
practice minding. keep that in mind. 
 
i'll remind you to​ ​mind 
 
re mind ing 
 
mind ing 
 
re main ing  
 
mind 
mine 
​ mind 
i 
mind 
we 
mind 
all 
Mind 
 
it's cool, i don't really mind. 
 
no true 
mind 
all true 
mind 
 
​wild,​ right? 
 
hard to wrap my mind around that  
 
no dimn mind 
 
mind you 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
Duchamp 
 
 
 
  
 
 
Artist Statement, Cut-up, East Side 
 
Idiosyncratic  and  intuitive  language  unique  to  each 
particular  persona  participates in a world so that we 
become  a  working  metaphor  enrolled  in  roles  that 
are  created  for  us  all  one.  We  are  interested  in  art 
as  small  creatures  or  obscure  objects.  Research 
using  several  modes  of  obsolete  inquiry  as  an 
expression  of  presence  reflects  a  beginning idea of 
nada,  reconstructing  common  themes  up  to  and 
including  the  direct  implication  of  a  viewer  in  our 
work,  through  blatant  skyscapes  to  an  intimate 
unique  nude  approach.  This  is  not  a  staged  dance 
captured  on  film,  rather,  within  this  world’s  spatial 
relationships  a  moment  capturing  our  interest  gets 
brutally  beat  down  with  an  effort  to  explore  the 
thoughtful raw process. 
 
Our  practice  is  an  exploration  of  those  known  and 
unknown  relationships,  time,  an  interplay  between 
created  visual  impacts.  Our  work  investigates 
painting  as  dada,  replete  with punk. Our intent is for 
our  viewers,  with  their  endless  streams  of 
prominent  conversations,  to  document  an 
abundance,  frequently  playing  key  roles  in  our 
work,  not  superimposed  but  instead  cut,  distorted. 
This  art  delicately  touches  themes  of investigations 
of  well  known  static  displays  as  determined  by 
driving  head  on  full  tilt  into  robust  environments, 
rhythms, and transitions.  
  
 
Our  practice  explores  relationships  between 
nonlinear  figurative  fragments  for  a  time  being, 
including  how  we  are  a  collective  and  individual 
cultural  unity  riot.  This  is  our  beloved,  curiously 
drawn  to  an  edge  of existentialism, an embodiment 
of  our  feelings  at  the  moment  of  a  torn  paper.  To 
come back to the site of our work generally focuses 
on  a  progression  of  the  deterioration  of 
dimensionality.  Relationships  between  frequent 
themes  copulating  often  include  a  collage  of 
cultural histories.  
 
Connect with this work, identity and perception. 
 

 
 
(​ok wow​) 
 
We  find  beauty  in  aspects  of  a  universe  giving 
powerful  voice  to  each  of  our  paintings  and 
unconditional  love.  Our  compositions  represent  no 
singularity,  perhaps  due  to  a  vulnerability  of  that 
particular ideal. We experiment with time, often,  
 
  
 
Today’s Headlines 
 
we​ heard the news 
we read the history books.  
we pursued all the history not yet spoke.  
we discovered all the news not yet published.  
 
¿destroyed? 
 
I think we have a problem. 
 
→ it’s gettin’ kinda hectic 
 
what does it mean it does not 
who it is does not 
was 
were 
 
those things, those beautiful stupid gone 
 
 
THINGS   
 
 
 
lovely, we say. really fuqin lovely. 
 
we were once destroyed,  
 
& truly quite beautiful, 
 
  
 
Simmering 
 
 
Dead grass blood on stone, sand in our raw skin, 
saltwater. Watermelon flesh. Engines expand 
improbable in heat yet keep on moving anyhow, 
somehow now. 
 
 
Body alive, heat rising. 
 
 
Turn up the volume on this song to match  
a presence of our sun shining. 
 
 
Cicadas. Grasshoppers. Swim in humid wilderness. 
Sprint through dusty canyons. Picnic on hot dreams.  
Paper wasps, yellow jackets.  
 
Turn up our volume. Don't talk so much. 
 
Take heat from shade, shade heat, stone sun,  
stone bone to hot sun, son. Daughters bloom. 
 

Live to dream in a beauty of heat. 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
Wittgenstein 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
artist statement number 42 
 
i don't want to say anything and ​I​ want that to be 
my statement. Now i can't say that since then we 
did. 
 
And when we began to paint again, the war still 
carried on. 
 
And here we are: in, of, & out of time; destroyed,  
 
 
& carrion, carrying on.   
   
Again, now. 
 
 
→​ at the end of the day art is the light we see  
 
and what   
 
 
the light in our life plays upon 
 
 
(   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
1. “It’s about damn ​time!​ ” 
2. temporal bodies tell us all about ​time​. ​
a. bodies obviously exist in space.  
b. bodies also exist in time. 
c. bodies exist throughout time. 
d. bodies exist of time. 
3. And so do i, in this moment. 
4. & so do we, all at once. 
​ oment, ​now 
5. & so do we, all of i, in ​this M
6. (this space intentionally left blank) 
7.  
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Every  page  must  explode,  whether  through 
seriousness,  profundity,  turbulence,  nausea,  the 
new,  the  eternal, annihilating nonsense, enthusiasm 
for  principles,  or  the  way  it  is  printed.  Art  must  be 
unaesthetic  in  the  extreme,  useless  and  impossible 
to justify." 
-Francis Picabia 
 
In  this  latest  appearance  of  dada  we  are  seeing 
being  destroyed  in front of our eyes, the word itself 
preserved for safekeeping,   
   
 
 
 
boom​boom​.  
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

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