Text & Photos: Mattias Westfalk
I met Uncle Allan many years ago in Tokyo for the first time, and we struck up a friendship back then that still holds true to this day. A brother from another mother, if you will. Due to travels and work around the globe, I have during the years lost and then regained contact with my brother; the deep friendship was always there, however, lurking in the present. There has been lots of water under the bridge since that day in Japan, and photography has always been what has bonded our friendship – that and our common love for music and living a free, independently-aware lifestyle.
Allan took me in as a house guest last summer when I needed shelter and a place to ponder in peace which roads to follow. He gave me a chance to catch my breath when at a crossroads, and for that I am forever grateful to him. It changed my perspective on shit, a much needed insight into the wild on my part, literally. My brother is the ruler of his Kingdom; “No Gods, No Masters” is a statement that could go very well with what he has achieved through hard work and being able to operate and thrive outside society’s social doctrines. Always a tattooist, yet I have seen the man develop into something ‘more’ and more ‘solid’ since that day in Tokyo all those years ago. To be able to record a small part of my stay by using the very honest medium that is 35mm film photography was something I felt was needed. Berlin is ‘the’ city of Europe; the landscape and climate in and around the metropolis rolls with the seasons. The location and the reflection of its history still tell stories for the curious-minded – the reason why Allan set up shop here about 3 years ago, after starting the Conspiracy inc. in Denmark many years prior his move. It all makes total sense. To live here enabled to stay King here, master of his own destiny. Free speech and movements reign with either a camera, a brush stroke or the needle.
City of Dividers- (in 666 words)
By Frank Savage
Hello darkness, my old friend
City of the plains, botanist merged mercy
Concrete and steel. Blackened ruler of nothing
Old and broken, once flattened, living again
Sadist and bloodlust joy then ruled
Rolled over, cut throat for the masses
Black hole seeking all, pulling harder as it grows
City of lights and transparent grey
Trunks standing quiet in the dark, seeking life
Tremble like the sharp light of stained wet streets
Under the moonlight, we hide, ourselves
Through rain and fog, winds and sleet I walk
Steady is the tone, blasted and fast as the rhythm lingers
From the North you came as a dark mist of hopelessness and despair
Living only for one, walking erect in ones identity, as one
Echoes of past, denoting homage paid to our dead divinity
Hello darkness, oldest of friends
Looking as you walk beside me, out on the open plains
*It has been demonstrated that some trees are interconnected through their rootsystem. Forming a formidable colony. The interconnections are made possible by the inosculation process, a natural kind of grafting or welding of vegetal tissues. The test to demonstrate this vast networking is performed by injecting radioactive chemicals into the tree to then find out for its presence in neighboring plants and trees.
Seeing is the key they say, hearing without listening
I am the man, waking through your lives on desolate paths
Cvltist black messenger with no vengeance but for mankind
Stripped of all titles, wading through high and lows
Zeitgeist avenger of purgation, The Adversary of your rootless thoughts
Chief evil spirit seeking refuge in the rising tide, time is now as it disappears
Live turns Evil if you let the letters rotate freely with no directions
Hello darkness, my only true friend, timeless and grand
Endlessly slandered keeper of the malevolent truth
He with a painted mask is facing the horizon
Screaming out its name to the vast, hungry ocean
Dead living deadly life, cause lost in hungry flames devouring all
Corpse of time, traversing high above, as the crystal clear wind of frost
Obsession of a downfall ever present, as you live in the moment
You, the nameless of fools, always walking the high plains of desolation
Twisted bones aching in your body, veins pumping blackness to dead tissue
There, far in the shadows, a horizon where the ends of your travel meet
The Watchtower knows and feels your presence, hiding is futile as day turns to night
Hello darkness, brothers and sisters of all that once were
Hope was in your eyes as your mask of death shone like ember in a dying fire
Walk into your fears and face this demon that has become you
Nothing has been lost, all to be found
Last breath as it is time to live, free and loose
Never turn your back on the sea, homage.
*Six verbal/written paths to ruin – First and foremost you can and should proceed to (1) malign someone, which is to say or write something evil about someone without necessarily lying. To (2) calumniate is to make false and malicious statements about someone; as the word implies that you have seriously damaged that persons good name. Often resulting in high levels of stress and angst. To (3) defame is to cause actual injury to someone’s good name and/or reputation. The actuality and existing conditions and/or grim facts have been proven to cause harm. If you don’t mind risking a lawsuit, you can (4) libel the person, which is to write or print something that defames him or her. (5) Slander, which is to defame someone orally, is seldom basis for court action but can nevertheless cause injury to someone’s hard-earned reputation if successfully executed. If all else fails, you can of course (6) vilify the person in mind, which is to engage in highly abusive name-calling. The choice is your, always yours and yours alone. The Cvlt remains intact and active with or without your good name. Always hit first. Hard.
*Thesaurus F.S, 666 words
Footnote:
Uncle Allan is a Danish born tattoo artist based out of Berlin. A frequent traveler and avid photographer. The paintings you see in these photographs together with his own personal photographs will be featured in his upcoming ‘Black Metal’ book.
For more info about him and to book a tattoo appointment make sure to check out these:
Instagram: unclea
For more about Frank Savage’s dead poems this link will help :
www.franksavagewords.blogspot.com
My photo link is:
