Shia LaBeouf Motivational Speech Complete Full Version


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[Shia LaBeouf:] Source:
Something is happening. Beauty’s at work through pure and selfless acceptance, through everyday transcendence that remedies the chaos, an antidote to the sorrow on this earth for eternity. Music heard so deeply that it is not heard at all. You are the music while the music lasts. Insist on beauty in spite of everything. Decorum.

As I’m walking, I see you on your motorbike. I can see your blue eyes and nose peering underneath the crash helmet. And it’s not you. It’s just a man that looks like you. I’m disappointed every time. Every time I see a man on a motorbike, I think it’s my dad. I’m not sure why this is. Sometimes I forget what your bike looks like. Everyone’s eyes and faces look the same underneath black crash helmets. From a distance, everyone looks like you. Although soon I realize it’s not. I remember you used to paint pictures of naked women in crash helmets. Their identities were hidden too. I always wondered who these women were, their shiny black round heads like lollipops. Props. Who were they, dad? (inhales softly) (exhales softly) (silence) Breath.

A laughing heart…Your life is your life. Don’t let it be clubbed into submission. Be on the watch. There are ways out. There’s light somewhere. It may not be much light, but it beats the darkness. Be on the watch. The gods will offer you chances. Know them. Take them. You can’t beat death, but you can beat death in life sometimes. And the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be. Your life is your life. Know it while you have it. You are marvelous. The gods wait to delight in you.

Rascal was a wildcat when it was four degrees outside. When I moved in she is styaing with me in winter and rain, sleep with me, mostly outside. Hunter, I never tried to break her spirit. Hit by a car in front of me. I was shocked. I buried her by cat litter and wild food, her sunshine place could only dig the stones because of city sewage pipes about three or four feet. I wish it was deeper, next to keep other animals from digging her up. When I find stones, I’ll cover her up [decompilation began] to swell. If so, I’ll put more soil on top. First, cat and friend.

Hi. Yeah. I saw you last night. Hmm. I was in the club. Yup. I saw who you were with too. She was holding you so tight. Because she knows you want me. Oh, naw. She can’t love you. She can’t love you like I do. I said to myself that you must be out of your mind. You were there with somebody else. You know you’re wasting your time. Oh, no. But she can’t love you. She can’t love you like I do. You’re missing my beat and I needing your moves. Let’s give it one more try. Let’s get back in the groove. Because she can’t love you. She can’t love you like I do.

When I was younger, my father was the producer of a transvestite troupe and it seemed a dream for me to be able to observe what was behind the curtain. I think this is when it all started, while growing up. I kept on searching for this feeling of wonder, this taste for metamorphosis. I [direct speak] of cabarets, shows are even strange. From video to another, off the same protagonist progresses in this mysterious and phantasmagorical universe. I consider my videos as living paintings. I use the camera as a painter with his brushes. What could my world be made of? Red. Green. Blue. Red. Green. Blue. Red. Green. Blue.

[Shia LaBeouf:] Source:
If you want to turn yourself into a proud samurai warrior, you need the katana samurai sword. This high-quality plastic weapon is a Japanese long sword which will look just perfect with your traditional Japanese hakama. And the traditional Japanese geta. And add the finishing touch to your Asian outfit: the black and gold katana samurai sword comes with a matching black scabbard so it can be stored safely. The Japanese sword will protect you in fights and is sure to make you an eye-catcher in any party. Size length, 105 centimeters. Blade length, 70 centimeters. Material, plastic.

Yeah, so… a couple years ago a bunch of us went down to the beach and we got there uh… and coast guards running all up and down the sand like, “You can’t get in the water.” You know? Screaming at us. So we waited a bit and they went further down the beach and then we decided we would go. Like, what the fuck? Why did we come here? So um… my buddy went down there and he’s like, “All good, come down here, man.” So I walked over and we looked down. And we couldn’t see it from where we were parked, but like, when we looked down, we were really close. You looked down and there just all these fucking jellyfish. You know, like, one every… like all over the place. One every two or three feet. And from where we were standing, you couldn’t really tell if they were living or dead, you know? ‘Cause some of them were still moving, but then others were just – just totally limp.

So… tell me what it’s like growing up in Singapore. Well, we had… I had these really magnificent memories of my childhood. We had these magnificent playgrounds. There was, like, these big watermelons. I remember I used to climb to the top of the watermelon and I’d rub myself on the ridges to give myself pleasure, you know.

You think we could fall in love on the internet? No. ‘Cause it wouldn’t be love. It’d just be porn. I don’t think so. [Seeing] from a distance, almost everything looks beautiful. As the distance increases, the more you romanticize. All the small details from the everyday reminisces the past. Because things we want to forget are the thing we can never forget.

DO IT! JUST DO IT! Don’t let your dreams be dreams. Yesterday you said tomorrow. So just DO IT! Make your dreams come true! Just DO IT! Some people dream of success while you’re gonna wake up and work hard at it! Nothing is impossible. You should get to the point where anyone else would quit and you’re not gonna stop there. No, what are you waiting for? DO IT! Just… DO IT! Yes, you can! Just do it. If you’re tired of starting over, stop giving up.

Emerging gaming technologies operate within a nexus of social relationships that characterize the modern world. These technologies enable a constant commentary which has become the quintessential quality of power, often operating as mechanisms that dictate our action and pre-ordain our expectations. The work interrogates the cultural logic of feedback as a metaphor and material condition. It is live, cybernetic, reactive. Sensory data translated through visual and tactile apparatus. Disillusion of the virtual and corporeal boundary, reorienting perspective of the existing and the alternative space and time. An avatar in symbiosis with the subject, taking the lead in a continuous loop of action and reaction.

We’re surrounded by forms. Yet it’s still so elusive, right? You know, sometimes it feels like – like we fill that void between us with something that grows slowly, like it’s overtaking us or something. Like the way we speak, or what we do, where we put stuff around us, even the stances we inhabit or the faces we make or even the body parts, you know? The food we eat. Whatever. Sometimes [clears throat] it gets heavier, you know? Or more light, but it’s like all the distinctions are starting to melt away. The forms, the resemblances, the symmetries, the repetitions, the patterns. Patterns that we know we have always had, that have always been there and we’re not sure why. And now… the outside looks more and more like the images that were contained in us since the beginning.

Hi. Thank you for waiting. We’ve been running a little bit behind today. Right. As you know, we’ve taken a few readings and these get sent away. We have a look at them. We meet, a group of us. Many years of experience. We have a look and we see what we can see. Does that make sense? If I ju–If you just have a look here, really… The system’s really slow, so it’s a case of monitoring. And you monitoring and you just letting us know if you notice anything unusual. Would you be able to do this? Hm? You have any questions?

[Shia LaBeouf:] Source:
Double. Double sided. Minds. Different paths. One runs after sunlight, one follows the rising moon. They either congregate, connect, intersect, touch, unite at sunset for eclipses… play and then separate for long interstices. Later, re-enacting past meetings forever lost in repetition.

Ebb and flow, edging closer. Expanding warmth. That point just before the pressure bursts. Capillary rush. Tension. Resisting. Each muscle, each limb, each breath under control for now. Questions of limitations dissolve into the blur. Eyes open, but horizons fall away. The burn increases now. (Shia: “Ahh”.) The pain sensors…one of you escapes, but I pull you back. Heh. Duality. Existing only as a whole. Weakened by quivering joints. Lungs push for release, a struggle to hold on. Control surrendered, suspended in dullness. Eyes close. Now numb.

Running, reaching, falling, skipping, turning, sliding, walking. These are all words that describe ways of moving. Each action is packed with many micro-movements. It’s hard for us to recognize these small movements individually. When describing how to walk, we use the simplest terms possible and struggle to explain all the mechanics of a simple movement. Understanding body movement in the terms of everyday language should be simple, however our muscle memory takes over for our brain and our body becomes a strange system of levers and pulleys that maneuver by our command.

She sits. I squirt toothpaste in my mouth. I start to brush. She’s looking at me. I look at her. I keep brushing whilst looking. I’ll start looking at her. She looks at me and I continue to brush, getting faster, getting harder. I start to gag. My eyes leak and I still look at her. She looks at me and I keep brushing, gaggin. I feel like I’m gonna be sick. Am I gonna be sick? Gagging! Paste down my face, my hair, on my shirt. Dripping, and I still look at her and she looks at me. Enough.

The sculpture, the painter, the video maker, the figure of the artist has been as fetishized in Western culture as the Hollywood actor, the town drunk or the Messiah himself. [Michael Peter’s take shots], attempts to reconfigure the concept of creator or creatrix by placing himself in the position of artist as meme. Watch, enjoy, and be one. We are all children of the universe.

I feel the absolute. I feel my absence in the absence of all things. Belief in living has been contorted into this shortened life of contempt and pre-determined in prison. And I… (sighs) I feel it all collapsing. I CAN’T FUCKING EMBRACE IT! (sighs) (sighs)… It’s near and here I stand… wasting my last moments, cursing the evil who oppressor me of this ill fate. You give nothing. No mercy, no empathy. Only self-hate. You are just a fucking plaything. An amusement replicating the cries of man. You replay the last moments of my life over and over and over! I’m just a fucking charade suspended at the core of ridicule and I pity for those who – whose end mirrors mine and I pity myself. (sniffles) I’m helpless. Thank you. I’m tormented by the inescapable rewinding collapse.

Don’t let them see me like this. Man is under surveillance. Where is he going? Almost into a state of euphoria, of relief, as though he’s happy about it. He has to act as a looking glass rather than a mirror of social conventions. He disintegrated perfectly, but never reappeared. He became translucent to reveal his reality. It’s impossible unless he is, or was, insane. He changed his mind. You know how men are. Perhaps it symbolizes something deep in the subconscious.

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[Shia LaBeouf:] Source:
Feeling genuinely upset. Tears [level]. Hmm. Shame on me. My face is [receptical] on surface. A surface that’s throwing up what’s already there. [Wet ware and [hard world] stuff]. Confrontation is post. Preferably. Living in looks like like over and under. With grapple here is approaching confrontation. Or surface lump rolled out. You go through the dump to form a projectile semi-bound like protest song collapsed. Needs filled for no other. Forced partly forever as long as I leave you together. Art hits. Whatever I point at is big.

Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg. Snapped leg.

Chalk circle. Another one of those days where you think, “Shit, I’ve done nothing today.” This London Underground journey needs to excessive mental activity performed. I’m stuck in a strange modern day meditation. This space asks for an interruption. When it happens, it’s a moment of pure panic and confusion. All previous expectations are obliterated. [There is a second velation]. The rules are being broken here. Quickly, it passes. I’m back in the routine. There’s an expansion of discovery and limitation, even if I’m thinking, “Fuck. This is boring” as I scribble repetitively onto the floor.

Between the visible and invisible lies a glistening rectangular pane, a transparent veil. This thin glossy sheet of glass, so innocent looking, is the frontier between the physicality of toil and the ignorance of immateriality. Liquid crystals oscillating between a seamless fluid and solid state produce a viscous reality that’s almost palpable, almost attainable but succeeds only in abstracting. The heightened artifice perpetuates animinity, outsourced far away. Dead labor turns to capital and power relations dissolve. All that is solid melts into the air.

These light installations do not provide an original experience. Instead, the audience will witness occurrences they have previously encountered in their everyday lives on bedroom walls, floors, and through bus windows but may have never noticed. Observing, recording, and recreating studies of light, this series of events are light occurrences that have captured and digitally recreated using projectors as the technology [to destage them into space]. Do you either go noticed or unnoticed?

What you’re about to witness is quite definitely horroring. British artist Jack Evans, who was raised in Mansfield, [Heart of the Midlands] is now one of the most southern parts in the UK, Brighton Beach. And the hellish winter cold laid out nothing but [Ray-Bans]. His favorite pair of speedos and a fucking tacky shit gold watch, eating what I believe those Brits call a [99 Flake]. His body looks glorious as it shivers in the wind. I do have to remind you, especially the ladies, it was fucking cold. Enjoy.

Hold your breath. Count to two. Come with us in a world of pure imagination. Take a look and you’ll see into our imagination. We’ll begin travelling in the world of our creation. What you’ll see will have no explanation. Look around. There’s no life to compare with living with no [pixellation].

Joe Mass was Shia LaBeouf before Shia LaBeouf was Joe Mass. We only got 30 seconds, so I mean, I’ll try his voice but…wha — I don’t know. Who makes that choice? Who’s pretending to be who? We’re pretending to talk to a you that doesn’t exist yet, but what’s really going on here? I… fuck, I don’t think any of us understand. Maybe you do. There’s always reflections of you in the screen, but I can’t speak. I’m dumb. I’m the dumbest when Shia talks. Fuck, 30 seconds so. All right. Pressure, whatever. Hey, mom, it’s really Joe. I betcha never thought this would fucking happen, huh? Hm.. (chuckles)

[Shia LaBeouf:] Source:
Work no. 24 oscillates somewhere between a durational performance and live sculpture … the sculptor, the painter, the video maker. The work seeks to act both as a social and institutional critique of “What is an art school?” presented then in the form of a bookshop, as opposed to a library, arguably a democratic equivalent. The work seeks to explore the currency of ideas, how trade and exchange is not only commoditized, but perhaps how conversation is perhaps a vital component in the flow and disruption of how culture manifests.

A practice revolves around questions of fact and fiction and the blurred line that lies between. I’m interested in how surveillance images can be manipulated and orchestrated in order to create a particular narrative, creating an unreliable narrator. There are three parts to the work: Footage of a factual space, whereby a sequence of events has occured, the digital drawing of the space, and a stripped-back stage to its crude simplest skeletal form, where the sequence of events is re-enacted. The stage is a factual representation of a real life space whereby every property is identical in dimensions.

4 million, 5 billion…

I can’t stop looking at my phone and computer. Separate connected entity making me lose time/space awareness. Where’s my phone? I need to make this sunset digital. A stone preserved in binary code until the server breaks and the national grid runs out of gas. I can’t find my money. [That left the physical sphere long ago.] All I see remind me of things online or in a video game. They are so real in the moment. I climbed that mountain with my mind and fingers. My body didn’t even get close. All my experiences turn into light and pixels.


Shia LaBeouf Motivational Speech Complete Full Version

Shia LaBeouf Motivational Speech Complete Full Version

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December 13, 2015

Zachary Alvarado @ 2:05 pm #

I think on the 2nd to last performance, it’s “that left the physical sphere long ago”.

But unless your sources are the students themselves…

But speaking of, its Joe Moss, not Mass (per the vimeo credit)

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