their gaze alights before mine looks away and we both watch our corner views til a worry, a stare caught falling on our own concerns no loud mouth would know
2016/01/08 § Leave a comment
2016/01/06 § Leave a comment
Moving along, that bubbly blonde with some dead man’s hat on the hair above her head, strays moving in the air like the laugh of the cut man’s son in, with — I know her style but I am not sure of her type — within the kind of fun loving slink and jig in the corner of her wants. Yes, she needs no introduction, you know. There are twenty more upstairs in the store looking for someone special. You don’t know who she is.
Watching & writing in the void at MONA 8th Oct 2015
2015/04/10 § Leave a comment
I have too many ideas and I need to get rid of them somehow. They are crippling my life. I hope by monetizing them here in an auction they will be of some use to the community and not just lie rotting away in my brain. Or simply rotting my brain for that matter.
SO OUT THEY GO! CHEAP! STARTING AT $0.99!.
2015/03/26 § Leave a comment
I have been re-reading Ray Monk’s Wittgenstein The Duty of Genius after a fifteen year gap. It was a hard copy, I gave it away to an Ethiopian. I have an electronic copy now. I read it in yellow on a black screen.
Thus it came to pass as I was standing in the dark I while reading on the phone I wonder about the “I know it when I see it.” phrase some US judge said after refraining from defining hard core porn.
I’d define hard core as a more extenuated version of the base definition, to wit, “Porn is defined by its main uniting fantasy, that it is not fantasy.”
I don’t think it needs to be linked to sexuality at all.
Also: The “show versus tell” stuff is all about the redundancy of Russell’s “theory of types.”
Thus a definition of porn is also redundant, as I have shown.
2014/12/23 § Leave a comment
On opening night J¹ said she felt sad. “I don’t want to make art. It all… I don’t feel like making any anymore.”
Numbed ghosts walk by lots of found objects touched by a lesser Midas. A gallery plonked with faux ready-mades from the factory floor. Technically brilliant foundry work. Lovely copper. I get bored with people saying they are underwhelmed.
I could make all of this. I would make none of this. I am a year older.
The pitch: Mad Max versus Stargate
Norman Mailer as a car, a character in an adaption of his own novel, see… like… you know… c.f. Ka, Egyptian soul-double. Ha-ha. Haw-haw. Crow bars as was:- bull’s blown bits as magical scepters, jawbreakers. But there is no release, no transfiguration. So us psychopomps, like K, flatline ___________________________
Please read Norman Mailer’s novel Ancient Evenings and produce a 6 tonne bronze by Thursday morning.
The Nile as an autobahn of progress, a physical series of tubes. Discuss.
Closing the book on his desk J² shakes his head, “If only Barney had joined the 27 club.” After dusk on Wednesday, J² pours petrol over his copy of The Cremaster Cycle, drops his joint and stands back but forgets to video it for youtube.
Milton Moon covers the walls, “the devil gets the best tunes” we jest. It’s a shade, not a colour. Just wait until the flouros flicker.
J³ crumples into a corner groaning. He wants to cower but there are no shadows here. No hidden depths.
I like process. I like review. I like books. There are copies of Barney’s tomes. He says this show is a bit remote. He says he is not a theatrical filmmaker, it’s about the objects. J² says there is nothing there. In the book of interviews Barney says he doesn’t do interviews. Or catalogs. Pick two.
Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow
Pyramids as immortality machines; a form of conspicuous consumption showering society with law and order.
Or poo machines of fertility.
Either way, ancient eternal lives for the rich and powerful, opera for the bored in spirit; over-laboured, groaning, constipated, inappropriating, and signifying nothing.
Get behind me
C said antithetical to Beuys but I can’t spell that in this light.
This is a response to Matthew Barney - River of Fundament - MONA
2014/09/19 § Leave a comment
References, Please by Tim Parks | NYRblog | The New York Review of Books – Simply, it’s time to admit that the Internet has changed the way we do scholarship and will go on changing it. There is so much inertia in the academic world, so much affection for fussy old ways. People love getting all the brackets and commas and abbreviations just so.