tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199569962024-03-13T11:54:42.512-05:00brightstupidconfettichristopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comBlogger964125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-25434918527560702322013-11-13T09:40:00.000-06:002013-11-13T09:44:28.093-06:00Authors on Artists: LK Shaw on Meggie Green<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Walking through fields alone, listening to music through headphones, I suddenly remembered a screenshot I had taken whilst watching some BBC art documentary several months ago. I couldn't remember what the film was about or who the painting was by, I could only remember the words, which read:</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc1/481007_329091773854248_1450972512_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc1/481007_329091773854248_1450972512_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
In the dim, 4pm, November light, the fields I was walking through, to take a break from writing at my computer, seemed in comparison (to everything inside of the computer) to be, just that; completely ordinary. Everything was grey and dying and there was barely any movement, just the occasional murder of crows flying overhead, somewhat ominously. I returned to my screen and googled the painting. It's called 'Lordship Lane Station, Dulwich', and is by Camille Pissarro. Although the details of the painting are irrelevant to this particular discourse. I was mostly just interested in the subtitle. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-large;">It takes great sensitivity to enjoy a place as ordinary as this</span></i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
The next day around the same time, I went out to walk around again, determined to process thoughts I could write down coherently when I returned to my computer. This time though, two things happened which were very different from the previous afternoon. The first, was that I was listening to the Elvis Costello album, 'All This Useless Beauty', and the title track was repeatedly asking me the question,</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-large;">What shall we do with all this useless beauty?</span></i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
The second was that the sky had somehow transformed from yesterday's grey mass of never ending cloud, into today's enormous, magnificent light show of blues and purples and oranges. The size of it, incomprehensible. The nonchalance of its contrast, almost laughable. I held my phone up to photograph the fading sun and wrote;</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://distilleryimage7.s3.amazonaws.com/4a08ba0c457111e3a1af22000ab5ba27_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://distilleryimage7.s3.amazonaws.com/4a08ba0c457111e3a1af22000ab5ba27_7.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<i>This</i>, being the sunset. The passing of time. The turning of the Earth.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
It occurred to me that there can be something <i>extraordinary </i>in every place, if the light catches it just the right way. As Elvis continued to ask, 'What shall we do with all this useless beauty?', my thoughts turned to the work of Meggie Green, who, it seems to me, has developed a distinctive style, rooted in catharsis, which like the sunlight I saw this afternoon, transforms the ordinary into the fantastic and even the magical. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
With regard to all of this useless beauty, she laughs. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://payload203.cargocollective.com/1/6/221029/6363613/sd_905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://payload203.cargocollective.com/1/6/221029/6363613/sd_905.jpg" width="508" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/e5239ac6931dd1fa13a87430dc27f4c5/tumblr_muazk7YAjb1ra9y6yo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/e5239ac6931dd1fa13a87430dc27f4c5/tumblr_muazk7YAjb1ra9y6yo1_500.jpg" width="563" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://distilleryimage11.s3.amazonaws.com/1fd2719093f811e29d9922000a1f8ad7_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://distilleryimage11.s3.amazonaws.com/1fd2719093f811e29d9922000a1f8ad7_7.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center style="text-align: left;">
</center>
<center style="text-align: left;">
Sadness and heartache are often central to the foundations of Meggie's work, but her response is always merry and optimistic. It's really hard to believe, '<i>Everything is different now, it's different and it's awful'</i> (words attributed to her grandma), when she presents the idea so playfully. Her work acknowledges pain and then immediately distracts us from it. </center>
<center style="text-align: left;">
</center>
<center style="text-align: left;">
</center>
<center style="text-align: left;">
</center>
<center style="text-align: left;">
Likewise in her 'PICK ME' embroidery, the image of the claw which looms down over choppy waters, completely missing the girl behind the glass, is humorous and childlike at first glance, but the words stitched above the machine, confirm the presence of a helpless, human desire for something or somebody out of reach. The thing about those claw games is that we don't expect to win anything, but we keep taking a chance on them in hopes that maybe one day we finally will do. Meggie's work is characteristically hopeful. And the great sensitivity described in reference to Pissarro's painting is always present in her art. There's a certain kindness and sincerity to her work, which is so often missing from contemporary culture. It feels reassuring to me. </center>
<center style="text-align: left;">
</center>
<center style="text-align: left;">
</center>
<center style="text-align: left;">
</center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://distilleryimage10.s3.amazonaws.com/88b3066c1eda11e3aeca22000a9f18e5_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://distilleryimage10.s3.amazonaws.com/88b3066c1eda11e3aeca22000a9f18e5_7.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<center style="text-align: left;">
</center>
<center style="text-align: left;">
</center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdi2ioC7dg1qc44ifo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdi2ioC7dg1qc44ifo1_500.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<center style="text-align: left;">
</center>
<center>
</center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://31.media.tumblr.com/959ff4c82c5baa9bcf5d52fb28f5a8f6/tumblr_mgtrdbaSR01qc44ifo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://31.media.tumblr.com/959ff4c82c5baa9bcf5d52fb28f5a8f6/tumblr_mgtrdbaSR01qc44ifo1_500.jpg" width="528" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center style="text-align: left;">
It is in her videos though, that the true scope of her expression can really be seen. Meggie made the popular book trailers for Mira Gonzalez's <a href="https://vimeo.com/54112784">'I will never be beautiful enough to make us beautiful together'</a> and Richard Chiem's, <a href="https://vimeo.com/47703142">'You Private Person'</a>. But her <a href="https://vimeo.com/47703142">vimeo channel </a> also features many other short productions, including these two particularly charming and personal pieces.</center>
<center style="text-align: left;">
</center>
<center style="text-align: left;">
</center>
<center style="text-align: left;">
</center>
<center>
<!-- This version of the embed code is no longer supported. Learn more: https://vimeo.com/s/tnm --> <object height="375" width="500"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=17964147&force_embed=1&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=00adef&fullscreen=1&autoplay=0&loop=0" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=17964147&force_embed=1&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=00adef&fullscreen=1&autoplay=0&loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="500" height="375"></embed></object>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-large;"><i><span id="goog_28629314"></span><span id="goog_28629315"></span>'goddamnit michael'</i></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<iframe allowfullscreen="" height="375" mozallowfullscreen="" src="//player.vimeo.com/video/28801117" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="500"></iframe></center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-large;"><i style="background-color: white;">'i am going to drive around for a while and i want to stay with you if you want that too'</i></span></center>
<center>
<span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Her work allows us to feel overwhelmingly happy, whilst communicating vulnerability and sincerity. And her devotion to highlighting what is beautiful in life is so compelling, largely, I think, because she shows us the simple things which we should already be able to see. She shines some more light on the ordinary, and she handles it with a great sensitivity. And aside from all of that, it is consistently fun, which I don't believe is something that should ever be taken for granted.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/3d51717bf928fcdee80de2b7813cf23b/tumblr_mu419gdr0x1ra9y6yo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="492" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/3d51717bf928fcdee80de2b7813cf23b/tumblr_mu419gdr0x1ra9y6yo1_500.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
You can see more work by Meggie Green on her <a href="http://meggiegreen.tumblr.com/">tumblr</a> & in <a href="http://shabbydollhouse.com/Everything-Inside-Of-Me-Is-Swelling">Shabby Doll House</a>, where she has also published <a href="http://shabbydollhouse.com/Moving-Home">prose</a>. Her <a href="http://instagram.com/meggiegreen">instagram</a> account is a beautifully curated catalog of daily life. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
And I will leave you to ponder this 'very true embroidery #2'.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/6f1a2ef083bcd5f07accb1a794aaf052/tumblr_mubkme2pr71ra9y6yo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/6f1a2ef083bcd5f07accb1a794aaf052/tumblr_mubkme2pr71ra9y6yo1_500.jpg" width="616" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
*********</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7;"><a href="http://lkshow.biz/">LK Shaw</a> is the founding editor of <a href="http://shabbydollhouse.com/">Shabby Doll House</a></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
</div>
</center>
lk showbizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07759063218402083163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-87339604256016244882013-11-04T09:03:00.000-06:002013-11-04T09:04:09.034-06:00Zak Smith's "[67] Tips For Art Critics" <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/3548b2e46de7c9e72555d742fc239b13/tumblr_mvptrcl6Vo1rbtxb3o1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/3548b2e46de7c9e72555d742fc239b13/tumblr_mvptrcl6Vo1rbtxb3o1_1280.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
In case you missed it, last night the painter and porn star Zak Smith (<a href="https://twitter.com/ZakSmithSabbath">@ZakSmithSabbath</a>) tweeted 67 tips for art critics. Here they are:<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">1. Assume any young artist you _don't_
write about will die of starvation tomorrow. (They won't, but their art might.)</span>
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">2. In the time it takes you to go to an
art opening, you could have seen hundreds, maybe thousands of artworks online...</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">...go to the opening, drink their beer,
then go home and look at art. </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">3. Stop using Events as reasons to write about
artists...</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">...that just privileges the ones lucky or
rich enough to be having events. </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">4. TUMBLR </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">5. DeviantArt</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">6. Stop asking for artist's statements. If
the statement makes you like the art more, it sucks and so do you.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">7. Go to art fairs. MOVE FAST. Talk to
no-one. When you find good art, demand to be alone with it for an hour.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">8. Interview artists. Ask questions _about
the art_ not about where they grew up or what they named their dog.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">9. If Andy Warhol could have made it, do
not write about it</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">10. Look at things that are just there for
free: teatrays, pickles, pigeons. If the art is like that, don't write about it.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">11. Given a choice between "What the
artist I like said is crazy" or "What the artist I like said is over
my head" assume the latter & ask</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">12. Realize that if you can't say a thing
in clear English, you don't understand it. Do not write in IAE </span><a data-expanded-url="http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2013/jan/27/users-guide-international-art-english" href="http://t.co/DwbSZQvmJm" style="white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank" title="http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2013/jan/27/users-guide-international-art-english"><span class="invisible"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;">http://www.</span></span><span class="js-display-url"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;">theguardian.com/artanddesign/2</span></span><span class="invisible"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;">013/jan/27/users-guide-international-art-english </span></span><span class="tco-ellipsis"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;">…</span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">13. Never say an artist
"undermines" anything that you didn't even believe when you walked
into the show.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">14. Never reward an artist for
broadcasting stuff _you already knew_ to a bunch of other gallery-goers.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">15. If you need context, it sucks.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">16. If the artist hired someone to make
their art for them, go find THAT kid and make THEM famous.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">17. Interview art students &
assistants to find out who is pretending to make their own art but doesn't. Out
them. Destroy them.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">18. FACT CHECK FACT CHECK FACT CHECK FACT
CHECK FACT CHECK FACT CHECK FACT CHECK FACT CHECK FACT CHECK FACT CHECK &
then CHECK YOUR FACTS</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">19. Realize that the subject of a work of
art is easy to write about & the style isn't. Don't waste time writing
about the subject.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">20. If reality TV, Netflix documentaries,
Vice, Youtube or anybody else are already doing what the art does better, don't
write about it.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">21. Never waste column inches saying
something obvious from the picture accompanying the column.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">22. Realize the best & most honest way
to talk about the art is to reproduce it. Demand your editor include lots of
pictures, good ones.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">23. Do not go and take a shitty snapshot.
The gallery and artist have really good pictures, ask for them.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">24. You see wonderful art:but,fuck,it has
no story Do NOT build a story Close your eyes. You are Baudelaire. Rebuild the
experience in words</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">25. If all the art does is show rich old people
things in a gallery poor young people already knew outside the gallery, don't
write about it</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">26. Great artists can be born, ignored all
their lives, and die. That can happen. Realize that does happen. Moby Dick was
a failure.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">27. If you're writing about an artist,
you're doing PR for them if you want to or not. Your loyalty should be to the
truth.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">28. Ask installation artists where the
money to put their show together came from.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">29. Do not reward art just for being big.
More generally: do not reward artists just for being rich or beloved by the
rich.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">30. Start a band or do some music
journalism. It will free you of the obligation to try to meet people to sleep
with at art openings.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">31. Sometimes students make the best art.
Sometimes 17 year olds who can't afford art school make the best art Galleries
won't tell you this</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">32. Realize all group shows are bullshit.
Use them for what they are: mercenary opportunities to get the folks you like
in front of people</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">33. Don't pretend your opinion is fact.
Instead: if you want authority, state your prejudices upfront. Like so: </span><a data-expanded-url="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/31017/31017-h/31017-h.htm#Page_89" href="http://t.co/cnm7HVtyU9" style="white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank" title="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/31017/31017-h/31017-h.htm#Page_89"><span class="invisible"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;">http://www.</span></span><span class="js-display-url"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;">gutenberg.org/files/31017/31</span></span><span class="invisible"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;">017-h/31017-</span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">34. Read: David Thomson's Biographical
Dictionary of Film (that's how you describe people)</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">35. Read Borges "Collected
Nonfictions" & David Foster Wallace's "Tense Present" &
Orwell's "Politics & the English Language"</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">36. Read Lolita. This is the best & most
extended work of art criticism in the world. Humbert is the critic, Lolita is
the art. Be careful.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">37. When in the presence of beauty or
talent, be humbled by the realization that it is unknowable & bigger than
you OR the artist.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">38. If all the kids like it and all the
grown-ups don't, the kids are right.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">39. You can chip away, but you can't know
it all. Mathematicians admit there might always be another solution</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">40. Don't look for messages or meaning.
Everything has tremendous meaning. Look at art like food: it's tasty--find out
how it got that way.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">41. Read Susan Sontag "Against
Interpretation" & at least one essay by Sarah Horrocks on some comic
book you never heard of</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">42. Read David Sedaris' 12 Moments In the
Life Of The Artist. Use it as a gut check: am I one of these assholes? Why not?</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">43. The artist's goals and intentions
don't matter in evaluating the art any more than the baker's in evaluating a
cake</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">44. The wall text is there for people who
hate art but feel class anxiety telling them they shouldn't. Ignore it.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">45. If it tastes good, it IS good as far
as you will ever know. If it tastes bad, it IS bad as far as you will ever know.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">46. Once you read 12 Moments in the
life... read Thorsten Veblen's Theory of the Leisure Class. You write about
Veblen goods. Don't forget.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">47. If you are interested in the artist:go
be interested, write a book But it won't tell you if the art's good or bad.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">48. Abstract art had a very short heyday
because critics had a hard time writing about it: no subjects to grab on to. Be
better than them.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">49. Go to the little church in Rome where
they keep The Ecstasy of St Teresa. If it isn't at least that good, don't write
about it.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">50. If you don't know, don't _guess_. Ask.
You are, after all, a journalist.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">51. "Important" just means
"influential" which just means "easy to copy". None of
those words mean "good".</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">52. Never ascribe to simultaneous
spontaneous mystical agreement what can be explained by capitalism.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">53. Vasari started a tradition of art
criticism where the Renaissance was a sort of TSA gate you had to go through to
get to "real" art...</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">...for 100 years, hard-working art
historians have been tryna correct that mistake. Listen to them. If you don't
know who Bihzad is, learn.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">54. Once a year read a major article in
that month's Artforum. Then ask everyone you meet in the art world if they read
it.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">(they didn't read it, but it'll give you a
sense of proportion to realize they didn't)</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">55. Remember the art isn't just competing
with other art, it's competing with everything else you could do that day. It
must win anyway.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">56. Remember the current critical
consensus was formed by people who are so high they still like jazz. Drugs make
boring things interesting.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">57. Never trust an artist, critic, or
curator who says they are "interested in problems..." that they
aren't actually trying to solve.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">58. The gallery business survives by
claiming they found a genius once a month. The excuse is "Well they might
be...test of time"...</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">...(There is no test of time)</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">59. ..and even if there was: a world where
it's in nobody powerful's interest for art to ever depreciate short circuits
any test of time</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">60. When there is corruption or injustice
artists & dealers cannot afford to name names. Not even Banksy names names.
You can. Do it.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">61. Right now some would-be great artist
is exhausted from just spending 12 hours making an elf ear for some tv show.
Realize that happens.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">62. Arthut Danto said The Polish Rider was
deeper and more searching than a random agglomeration of paint that happened to
look...</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">...exactly like The Polish Rider. And he
_still had a job_ afterwards. So: the bar's pretty low.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">63. Don't say "we" unless you've
read a lot of neuroscience.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">64. If it looks like a prop or film still
from a movie the artist wishes they'd made but didn't, don't write about it.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">65. This is Roy Lichtenstein: </span><a data-expanded-url="http://media.npr.org/assets/img/2012/10/12/3287-129_custom-ff79df6489c058ed10a81c8405e15da71b963457-s6-c30.jpg" href="http://t.co/vsN9nuCgXz" style="white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank" title="http://media.npr.org/assets/img/2012/10/12/3287-129_custom-ff79df6489c058ed10a81c8405e15da71b963457-s6-c30.jpg"><span class="invisible"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;">http://</span></span><span class="js-display-url"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;">media.npr.org/assets/img/201</span></span><span class="invisible"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;">2/10/12/3287-129_custom-ff79df6489c058ed10a81c8405e15da71b963457-s6-c30.jpg </span></span><span class="tco-ellipsis"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;">…</span></span></a><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> This
is Jack Kirby: </span></span><a data-expanded-url="http://www.flickr.com/photos/65185095@N00/9195910979/in/set-72157623444242645/lightbox/" href="http://t.co/yM4suCPsw2" style="white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank" title="http://www.flickr.com/photos/65185095@N00/9195910979/in/set-72157623444242645/lightbox/"><span class="invisible"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;">http://www.</span></span><span class="js-display-url"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">flickr.com/photos/6518509</span></span><span class="invisible"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;">5@N00/9195910979/in/set-72157623444242645/lightbox/ </span></span><span class="tco-ellipsis"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">…</span></span></a><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> This is what class warfare looks like.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">66. It's 2013 so everyone gets to be told
what artists have been told since the '60s..</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">...your ability to get noticed is not just
more important than your job, it IS your job. You enjoying that? Is it making
your work better?</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">67. Anything can ignite debate with a high
enough ratio of how loud you are to how boring it is.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">...thank you. Now if you'll excuse us,
we're going to get some noodles </span><a data-expanded-url="http://24.media.tumblr.com/3548b2e46de7c9e72555d742fc239b13/tumblr_mvptrcl6Vo1rbtxb3o1_1280.jpg" href="http://t.co/oIYtCb1viV" style="white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank" title="http://24.media.tumblr.com/3548b2e46de7c9e72555d742fc239b13/tumblr_mvptrcl6Vo1rbtxb3o1_1280.jpg"><span class="invisible"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;">http://</span></span><span class="js-display-url"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">24.media.tumblr.com/3548b2e46de7c9</span></span><span class="invisible"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;">e72555d742fc239b13/tumblr_mvptrcl6Vo1rbtxb3o1_1280.jpg </span></span><span class="tco-ellipsis"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0084b4; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">…</span></span></a></span><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"> See you next time.</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />christopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-8127922724974827512013-10-15T09:21:00.001-05:002013-10-17T14:00:17.748-05:00Authors on Artists: Thais Benoit on Mattie Hillock<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Mattie Hillock and New Media</b></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">by Thais Benoit</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/MtVtSXRiGD4" width="640"></iframe>
</div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Alt Lit first attracted me because it seemed to be something that my friend, and his friends were doing for fun-not a highbrow, English major kind of thing; instead this small community of internet writers flew under the radar, and was full of talented, dedicated people creating experimental digital poetry and memes. Though my passion for writing often consumed most of my time, I noticed that the Net Art movement is similarly comprised of digital artists who not only circumvent the status quo, but also carry incredible talent with work ahead of its time.</span></div>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhsNm6qOObE/UkuCZsEEkSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DxNhZJ86Mko/s1600/4website.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhsNm6qOObE/UkuCZsEEkSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DxNhZJ86Mko/s640/4website.gif" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="http://www.matthewhillock.com/" target="_blank">Mattie Hillock</a> is what is called a net, or new media artist. His work is completely digital, created with programming, and software; his style is minimal but conceptually heavy, either making you smile, or causing pause. Integrating multiple digital tools to create fine art is newer territory, and difficult for some to categorize with conventional ideas of art; however, while new media faces the challenges of physical actualization and permanence, it is no different from other visual art except in the tools used to create.</span></div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/i3E0q68GTBE" width="640"></iframe>
</div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Showing prints of digitally created works, or using projectors to display moving images in galleries allows for a more traditional display of work. Akin to the painter perfecting command of the brush, or the steady hand of a seasoned artist, the technical expertise of net artists rivals web designers and software developers. Hillock creates art with two computers, an iPad, iPhone applications and software, as well as music and video equipment. He bounces from tool to tool, and program to program, all with a specific focus, mixing tools and content like a mad scientist.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One of Hillock’s pieces will be shown on <a href="http://cloaque.org/" target="_blank">Cloaque</a>, a Spanish art blog that showcases some New Media art. Hillock utilizes parallax scrolling, an arguably trendy feature used in many commercial websites, in a new way - to allow a playful interaction between the user and the work itself. The user controls the pace and flow of objects across the screen; the urge to scroll up and down, toying with the moving figures, it encourages exploration and curiosity. I think this kind of interactivity will bring new media artists to the forefront of pop and net culture because it allows for the work to feel shared among many instead of framed, displayed idolism. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNqcf7MlGvI/Ukt8NtjdXHI/AAAAAAAAADk/SyCI_oVy9PM/s1600/rsz_1003862_394886537283962_501427641_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="524" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNqcf7MlGvI/Ukt8NtjdXHI/AAAAAAAAADk/SyCI_oVy9PM/s640/rsz_1003862_394886537283962_501427641_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/MemeArtHistory" target="_blank">Selection from Hillock and net artist Systaime's collaboration Meme Art History and painted by Jeanette Hayes, September 2013</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not all of Hillock’s art is based on movement, though much of his work are .gif or .mov files. In fact some of his work shies away from movement and embraces a more static, sculptural, and fixed form. The <a href="http://www.matthewhillock.com/" target="_blank">1st Exhibition</a> piece seems like a virtual gallery space, where three, or even four, different pieces greet the user upon entering the website. The painterly blues and blacks stretch around what could be confused for a canvas. It’s no surprise that more traditional artists look to new media artists for ideas. Popular painter <a href="http://twitter.com/jeanettehayes" target="_blank">Jeanette Hayes</a> has turned one of Hillock’s digital memes into a painting, showing in Rome. At what point will the painting no longer need to be painted, when many trends in painting and sculpture occur and originate online? Some may argue that young artists working with traditional forms find inspiration in digital art because of generational norms: everyone on earth under age - - was born with Internet. It is normal to find cultural changes influencing artistic movements, and we should expect to see the net in all forms of art: one must wonder though, when will the digital work not need to be realized in another, traditional form? </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zCGe_tirZo8/Ukt_U77E1KI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HA-k0_7-x3A/s1600/1stexhibition+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zCGe_tirZo8/Ukt_U77E1KI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HA-k0_7-x3A/s640/1stexhibition+(1).jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1st Exhibition, September 2013</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dismissing much of what can be considered Net Art is easy if one considers the wide scope of digital content labeled as art online. Most digital works do not force the viewer, or user, to either connect or interact with the piece. Tumblr is full of unique and eye catching .gifs or moving image pieces, yet what Hillock and his colleagues create holds true to many conventional art world standards while also pushing the limits of what defines modern fine art. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfYrl16-cOw/UkuB6ZwFRrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qXY0BnzPERc/s1600/rsz_529066_395360150569934_1262032385_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfYrl16-cOw/UkuB6ZwFRrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qXY0BnzPERc/s640/rsz_529066_395360150569934_1262032385_n.jpg" width="468" /></a></div>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><a href="http://thejogging.tumblr.com/post/58434573653/irma-hillock-2013" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tayEJYOMXZk/UkuA0H_WgVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/peFsZqevVbc/s640/tumblr_mrlbv4Z3nf1qzcdbeo1_500.png" width="360" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://thejogging.tumblr.com/post/58434573653/irma-hillock-2013" target="_blank"><i>Irma Hillock</i>, The Jogging, August 2013</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<div style="line-height: 1.15;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Some of Hillock’s attention has come through the popular Tumblr blog </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="http://thejogging.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">The Jogging</a></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, with a collection of tongue and cheek memes. Signing with ∑ symbol as a kind of Samoo artist tag, Hillock maintains a strong social media presence. These connections remain a vital part of his promotional efforts, as they do for any artist, business, or brand on the internet. Other internet-housed upcoming shows include </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="http://www.mon3y.us/info.html" target="_blank">Mon3y</a></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, a rotation on </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="http://cloaque.org/" target="_blank">Cloaque</a></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, and participation in </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="http://thewrong.org/" target="_blank">The Wrong New Digital Art Biennale</a></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. View his work IRL at an upcoming show at <a href="http://cargocollective.com/outletfa/" target="_blank"><b>Outlet Gallery</b></a> in Brooklyn, NY.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 1.15;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
<br />
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
<br />
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
*******</div>
<div style="line-height: normal;">
<br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;" /></div>
<div style="line-height: normal;">
<br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;" /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;">Thais Benoit is a writer, librarian, and graduate student. Her work has been featured in <a href="http://theneweryork.com/" target="_blank">theNewerYork</a>, <a href="http://dulce.spamm.fr/" target="_blank">SPAMM Dulce</a>, <a href="http://www.metazen.ca/" target="_blank">Metazen</a> (forthcoming), <a href="http://shabbydollhouse.com/You-Can-t-Be-An-Anxious-Man-Child" target="_blank">Shabby Doll House</a>, <a href="http://themallmagissue2.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">The Mall Lit Mag</a>, and <a href="http://www.hatersrag.com/" target="_blank">Haters Rag</a>. A <a href="http://napnapnaps.com/" target="_blank">NAP</a> eChap of her poetry titled <a href="http://napnapnaps.com/post/56205194430/obliterate-the-following-items-from-the-beginning-of" target="_blank">Obliterate These Items from the Beginning of Time</a> was released this spring. She lives in Brooklyn, NY.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 1.15;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<span id="docs-internal-guid--690ce46-76cd-a01e-7660-3f3b78735f10"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08857254002195485978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-23126728671907904312013-10-09T11:15:00.000-05:002013-10-09T11:15:23.620-05:00Authors on Artists: Grant Maierhofer on Pain<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Artists Utilizing Pain in Various Forms</span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span style="font-size: large;">by Grant Maierhofer</span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><br />
</o:p><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mNZJkJrySoE/Uk-5ZtUPHFI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Y_dIs0sDj2c/s1600/Abra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mNZJkJrySoE/Uk-5ZtUPHFI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Y_dIs0sDj2c/s640/Abra.jpg" width="425" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; font-weight: bold; line-height: 14.545454025268555px; text-align: left;">Marina Abramović - Rhythm O</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><br />
</o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Initially when I spoke with Christopher Higgs about the potential of putting together a brief meditation for his "Authors on Artists" series, my mind became flooded with images of the past few months; musicians and performance artists using their work to hurt themselves, authors at readings screaming and forcing themselves through words in awkward breaths, monks self-immolating, and myself walking for miles listening to music like Hoax, or Death Grips, or even Mahler’s first symphony while shadowboxing or crushing an empty can of soda until my hand begins to bleed. All of these things came to me, and I sat down to write. What came out was little more than garbled nonsense, but the germ of an idea seemed to stick. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With the publication of my novel just on the horizon now, and two poetry chapbooks published earlier this year, the potential of reading in physical environments rather than sharing work digitally has been a great curiosity of mine. Tied with this, I think, is a bit of teenage nostalgia for basement punk shows and such wherein I first saw art screamed in the face of listeners, rather than humbly presented, wherein I first saw artists willing to physically put themselves through something to achieve an end result higher than mere recording would allow. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
All of this considered, I’ve decided it’s best to make a list. I try to shy away from lists as much as possible, what with sites like Buzzfeed et al it can really tend towards uninteresting tripe if your first journalistic decision is to make a list to convey thoughts, but here it seems the best way to organize the artists of late who’ve most inspired me. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0StoqZ87wTc/Uk-0i2NAQ4I/AAAAAAAAA00/Lsc383tDxYk/s1600/john+maus+show+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0StoqZ87wTc/Uk-0i2NAQ4I/AAAAAAAAA00/Lsc383tDxYk/s640/john+maus+show+009.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>John Maus</i>. Perhaps one of the most innovative musicians to utilize the potential of electronics in recent memory, Maus has been hard at work for quite some time. I was first introduced to his work by friend and musician Lorn, who occupies a similar philosophical place to Maus, though their music sounds completely different for the most part. Riffing on cheesy 80s film scores just as much as the classical tradition—Maus has degrees in Music and Philosophy and if I’m not mistaken studied with Slavoj Zizek a bit—it might be the last thing you’d expect to find a raw punk energy in Maus’ sound, and yet with tracks like “My Hatred is Magnificent,” and “Cop Killer,” it’s obvious that anger is pretty essential to his process. Aside from that, however, is the man’s live performance. He typically sets up a small device to play instrumentals, and between singing his lyrics in a Scott Walker-esque croon, will scream at the top of his lungs and hit himself—<i>hard</i>—in the face. Perhaps the thing I like most about this guy is the complete separation between experiencing the music itself—i.e. sitting around listening to it on headphones, etc.—and his live show. Where punk music in the strictest sense implies that its live shows are going to contain some anger, violence, and likely some self-abuse, with Maus it comes as a surprise and is perhaps thus more risky. It’s like a book of poetry from Norman Mailer. You don’t expect it and as a result you spend the whole time thinking about what the hell poetry might actually be; except with Maus you’re wondering where performance starts and ends, and how the hell so many musicians get by presenting less than a quarter the enthusiasm of his shows. <o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/A4b0c7bdzfg" width="853"></iframe></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kLgZZFlvEiU/Uk-16-nYyqI/AAAAAAAAA1A/dIXVG8lQ4Is/s1600/chris-burden-shoot1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kLgZZFlvEiU/Uk-16-nYyqI/AAAAAAAAA1A/dIXVG8lQ4Is/s1600/chris-burden-shoot1.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Chris Burden</i>. This one’s fairly obvious, I guess, if you’re into this sort of thing. Burden has been active in the art/performance art world since the 70s and has done everything from creating his own (completely fucked) late night commercials to nailing himself to a Volkswagen in a modern-day crucifixion that fans could witness at Speedway Avenue in Los Angeles. He’s still active today but much of his previous self-torture has fallen away in favor of installation pieces and sculptures, and that’s fine. I don’t really think self-torture becomes the aged, and I rather enjoy his later work, but there’s something absolutely infectious about the early pieces, particularly <i>Shoot</i>, wherein—Aha!—the artist stands against a wall and gets shot in the arm, and <i>Through a Night Softly</i>, one of the aforementioned commercials where Burden—his hands tied behind his back—crawls across broken glass in a dark room for a few seconds. Nowadays it might be hard to accept this sort of thing with shows like <i>Fear Factor</i> and <i>Jackass</i> already things of the past, but if you let yourself be consumed by the world presented in this vintage, almost home video footage, it’s hard not to feel something a bit more sincere than an exhibitionist rush. I learned recently that Burden provided a common artistic interest between members of the group Death Grips, which if you look at their video work and watch their performances makes a degree of sense. It requires a bit of nostalgia, I guess, but to me the sort of person who sees the limitations of art and decides to go straight in for the gore is still noteworthy in our highly desensitized times. Further, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been curious to have a friend shoot me in the arm, or leg, or something, just to see how it feels, how it changes you. I guess I figure if we’re going to be a society that provides guns and antidepressants in equally massive doses, why not see just how far we can go?</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/cxmy4aQ1dZY" width="640"></iframe></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/26R9KFdt5aY" width="640"></iframe></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vW57FXHWeGY/Uk-26nFLOII/AAAAAAAAA1I/-Q_UjyY04gc/s1600/malefic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vW57FXHWeGY/Uk-26nFLOII/AAAAAAAAA1I/-Q_UjyY04gc/s640/malefic.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Sunn O))), or Malefic. </i>I include the band itself because when I first saw Sunn O))), at fifteen, in a museum alongside Boris, I couldn’t stop thinking of the fact that I was some seventy-five feet back from the amplifiers, and they were only inches away. There’s an element of masochism, and torture, in much of Stephen O’Malley’s work, but it’s in seeing them live that you understand just how far it really goes. They don’t want to merely hurt the audience with loud, incessant, seemingly random drones, but they want to welcome you into a world of shit and use their amplifiers to reach some lower state of consciousness, some universe outside our own where screams and vibrations dictate your every move. In mentioning Malefic (Scott Conner, of Xasthur), however, I’m of course referring to the recording of <i>Black One</i>, and the notorious story of locking the claustrophobic singer into a coffin to record the vocals for “Báthory Erzsébet<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">”. </span>Whether this is true and provable seems immaterial, as this rumor has become essential to the mythology that is Sunn O))). It isn’t just the imagery conjured up by a black metal singer locking himself in a coffin to achieve the desired register for a particular song, but the idea that he’s also <i>claustrophobic</i> that I find so captivating. There’s something in Sunn O)))’s music that seems rather claustrophobic, and if you commit yourself to it you’re in for hours of complete mental turmoil that puts you in a better place than years of therapy might. While punk musicians sought to dissect their instruments and scream louder than was then accepted to find something new, Sunn O)))—on this record especially—has abandoned the small scale of the past to impose new heights of sonic violence onto their ears and, in turn, ours. <o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/iH6Re2fazVc" width="640"></iframe></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/7a0Z2yndlOs" width="640"></iframe></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IO7EhOu0ZIw/Uk-3jtdPjYI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/VevZci98fk0/s1600/gg-allin-03.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IO7EhOu0ZIw/Uk-3jtdPjYI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/VevZci98fk0/s640/gg-allin-03.gif" width="445" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>GG Allin.</i> I can’t really make a list of this nature without mentioning him. Although his later music kind of loses me, I don’t think I listened to The Jabbers and his early stuff because of the sound alone. Allin is one that—at least now, after the dust has settled—shoves his myth in your face along with his sounds and you either get swept up in it or you could care less. For a moment there I sort of became obsessed. While there are artists making things vastly more interesting with infinitely better things to say about our world, GG Allin is one that tortured himself and openly hated the world before there was really a container for that sort of thing. He quickly wore out his welcome and wound up regurgitating a lot of unimpressive garbage before inevitably overdosing, but for a while there he tapped into something interesting. Marilyn Manson, to name one of Allin’s many offspring, obviously has more interest in presenting music that enhances the message and imagery rather than just serving as an excuse for another performance, but without the precedent of Allin’s insanity the public fascination with this sort of outlier likely wouldn’t have been such that Manson could’ve reached so many miserable kids in the 90s. I welcome the anger. I welcome the disgust. I even welcome the sentiment that if he hadn’t done what he did he probably would’ve been a serial killer. I don’t doubt him when I see him tell Jerry Springer this on national television, and I’m grateful that a potential mass murderer instead became a punk rock musician. Still an asshole, sure, and not one of the better punk rock musicians to ever pick up an instrument, but in retrospect what a fascinating body of work he left behind (his life) for idiots like me to pore over at three in the morning.</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/u2LvZd_9aMU" width="640"></iframe></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DU_4Aiqkjw8/Uk-38UpLdpI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/2W6i-8nv5Ro/s1600/DarbyCrash.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="535" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DU_4Aiqkjw8/Uk-38UpLdpI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/2W6i-8nv5Ro/s640/DarbyCrash.png" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Darby Crash</i>. Kind of tough to mention him just after Allin, but considering they made that godawful <i>Germs</i> movie with the guy from that Mandy Moore thing, I feel like I can’t go on without mentioning him. Darby Crash, while not an intellectual powerhouse on par with an artist like Maus or Burden, did serve as a sort of benchmark for self-destruction and alcoholism in the early hardcore scene in Los Angeles. In addition to this, The Germs made some of the best music of that vintage and Crash’s lyrics can actually tend towards the artful, and quasi-interesting. He’s a bit nuts, and in his lifetime probably didn’t do much beyond drink stolen beers and light farts on fire, but I implore you to find me a fan of this era of punk rock who doesn’t immediately recall the iconic moments in Penelope Spheeris’ <i>The Decline of Western Civilization </i>when Crash stumbles around begging the crowd for beers, or sits in his kitchen recalling old battles. While the struggle with addiction puts the bulk of his work into question—i.e., would he have been so interested in torturing himself if he wasn’t a drunk savage?—he still created a niche for later musicians like Kurt Cobain et al to incorporate self-hatred and spastic, childlike screaming into their performances where this might not otherwise have been the case.</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/pTnNIaomFtk" width="640"></iframe></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/D-H_Fw7zU3I" width="640"></iframe></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-beaJU6-osDM/Uk-4goz1FbI/AAAAAAAAA1g/pB49TvLhesU/s1600/vito_acconci_seedbed_1972.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="454" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-beaJU6-osDM/Uk-4goz1FbI/AAAAAAAAA1g/pB49TvLhesU/s640/vito_acconci_seedbed_1972.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Vito Acconci.</i> I already posted a long ode to Acconci on Dennis Cooper’s blog, so I won’t get into too much detail here, but I felt like mentioning the more shameful and self-deprecating elements of Acconci’s work that I maybe only hinted at in the previous post. I’m thinking here mainly of <i>Seedbed</i>, a piece where Acconci installed himself between a quickly-assembled ‘ramp’ and masturbated for hours in a gallery while talking to the crowd of onlookers. While this isn’t exactly an example of self-torture—depending on how you masturbate, I guess—I do find the idea of a self-imposed microscope-while-jacking-off rather fascinating in its ability to degrade the artist to little more than a teenager who’s been caught by his parents. While you can in turn argue that the piece goes much farther in dissecting sexuality and what we’re actually doing while masturbating, I think guilt and shame has a great deal to do with it as well. On one end of the spectrum, say, you’ve got lead singers in punk bands smashing the microphone against their faces in an environment where that’s sort of expected, and encouraged, and on the other you’ve got this long-haired well-read performance artist huddling beneath a slab of wood touching himself and talking to a room full of strangers, welcoming any reactions they may have. Both sides have their elements of self-torture, or personally applied pain—whether internal and emotional or external and purely physical—and both require the artist to step outside of conventional performance and transcend the work itself.</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/j_dqT-XeIjA" width="853"></iframe></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
And finally, before presenting a slew of imagery related to all I’ve just recounted, I’ll include this portion of the initial piece I wrote, as it gets to the heart—sort of—of why I find all this so interesting. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I need artists and artworks that torture the creator(s) in random unscripted ways. I need flaws and anxiety, real humanity thrusting itself in my face covered in blood and sweat and beneath it all let me have the theory; acknowledge, say, that Acconci studied immensely to become the artist he became, but afterward let’s watch the lunatic masturbate and drink too much coffee. Let’s hurt ourselves and see what pans out! Let’s walk down the road mumbling to ourselves and screaming and when somebody stops to offer help let’s ignore them for just a moment longer to know that we aren’t mere shapeless American Turds with all the depth of our flatscreened appendages, that we still might walk with Roy Batty and see attack ships on fire off the Shoulder of Orion…please let’s.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I’ve thought about it too much lately. The publication of my book has brought it about. I don’t reject the notion of a presence. I accept this, I just quite like the idea of presenting a studied presence based on previous figures I’ve admired, people who weren’t afraid to fall apart on stage or hurt themselves or sling shit to get their point across. I need thrown fists and knives to make it real. I can’t explain it, in fact I doubt even those most learned performers could truly encapsulate what it means to drag a knife across your flesh in a museum setting, they just know it matters more than anything else they could come up with; or at the very least it attracted them the most.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In some ways it has to do with the fact that this book has existed in some form or another on my shelf for years. I’ve written and rewritten the thing and thus have no interest in meeting a world in quiet librarian moods to ponder influence, I’m ready to scream and break myself for the thing, hurt myself and let you know we aren’t dead yet. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Most writers renounce the prospect of holding readings, see it as little more than pandering to some elusive ‘reader’ they’ll never <i>really</i> meet anyway so why bother, and I accept this too. I understand Cormac McCarthy and even applaud his reluctance to teach to a room full of undergraduates the stuff he worked so tirelessly to cultivate. What’s more, those writers we’ve never once heard read in public are no less stimulating and profound because of their separation between the printed text, and the author who wrote it; I suppose it just comes down to a matter of preference.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
For myself, I’ve never let go of the wondrous spectacle of watching passionate lunatics torture themselves to get the job done. I’m fifteen again and watching the guitarist for the Formaldehyde Junkies scream the lyrics to Discharge’s ‘Decontrol’ in a shitty Minneapolis basement long before the rest of the band joins him. I’m 22 and watching John Maus videos where for all the theory and education he still sees fit to simply come out on stage and scream his lyrics and swat himself violently in the face to achieve some desired effect. I’m 23 and walking around my neighborhood listening to Death Grips scowling at traffic crushing an empty can in my palm until it draws blood and even then I keep on walking for miles imagining Frederick Exley in <i>A Fan’s Notes</i> doing something similar and just before I collapse a small hint of catharsis presents itself and I agree to go on living.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Why should performance be a part of it? Well, to again riff on John Maus and the fact that each release of his is highly calculated and <i>together</i>, what would be more boring for the artist himself than to simply walk out each night attempting to recreate that thing from so long ago? In this respect, one might choose simply to let the work speak for itself and fuck off into the woods until inspiration strikes again, and this of course is perfectly alright, but some of us want to see how far we can stretch the work, until it’s broken and we’re Lost Boys and Girls eating mud and dragging our fists on pavement imagining Michael Douglas in <i>Falling Down </i>just before he exits his vehicle and everything suddenly becomes real. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I think of Bas Jan Ader and his tragic ‘death’ while sailing across the Atlantic Ocean, all something he created as an artwork, something to satisfy some buried nerve. Just how far is enough when it comes to letting your work completely subsume your life and devoting yourself to the elusive idea of art. I’m just not sure, but I’m not there yet. It’s buried inside me like the midnight waves that swallowed Ader and the spit of an unruly audience covering Marina Abramovic or Allin. Wanted spit. Requested spit that suddenly shatters the wall between maker and audience.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I think of M. Kitchell and a reading video I saw recently wherein he begins by reading a compelling story about a mythic dwelling in the woods, and by the end of the video he’s being slapped aggressively on his ass by a partner clad in dark glasses and baseball cap, wearing leather gloves. I think of Foucault and his notorious visits to the S & M palaces in San Francisco<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Would we have any of the works of these artists to sit and pore over if at some point they hadn’t committed themselves violently, ritualistically to their craft? I hardly think so. In fact, I wouldn’t feel the least bit interested in reading <i>Discipline and Punish</i> if I hadn’t also heard that Foucault got into philosophy because he wanted to have sex with boys in his class who seemed smarter than him. I wouldn’t be so compelled to study the works of Acconci if I didn’t in turn know that he desired to <i>live his art</i> just as much as he hoped to make it. And further, I wouldn’t care in the slightest about hearing new music from Death Grips or Hoax or John Maus if I didn’t know that their tours would provide audiences with a dose of humanity at its most basic, and essential form. </div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/7p_PdsRjbUw" width="853"></iframe></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/xQHm-mbsCwk" width="640"></iframe></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/ShEtYSCupoM" width="853"></iframe></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/ZTzA_xesrL8" width="640"></iframe></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/eBUPJNTQZ78" width="853"></iframe></div>
<br />
*<br />
*<br />
*<br />
*<br />
*<br />
*<br />
*<br />
*<br />
<strong style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 30px;"><span class="il" style="background-color: #ffffcc;">Grant</span> Maierhofer</strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 30px;"> is the author of </span><em style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 30px;"><a href="http://beachsloth.blogspot.com/2013/04/ode-to-vincent-gallo-nightingale-by.html" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">Ode to a Vincent Gallo Nightingale</a> </em><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 30px;">(Drunk Uncle/Black Coffee Press)and </span><a href="http://theopenend.com/the-persistence-of-crows-by-grant-maierhofer/" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 30px;" target="_blank"><i>The Persistence of Crows</i></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 30px;"> (Tiny TOE Press). His work has appeared in </span><em style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 30px;">Split Lip Magazine</em><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 30px;">, </span><em style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 30px;">Gesture</em><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 30px;">, </span><em style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 30px;">Brawler Lit</em><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 30px;">, and </span><em style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 30px;">We Feel Pretty</em><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 30px;">. He’s a frequent contributor to HTMLGIANT and Delphian Inc. He lives in Wisconsin.</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 30px;"><br /></span></div>
<br />
<br />christopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-27539302573731040982013-09-25T11:17:00.000-05:002013-09-25T11:18:20.579-05:00Guest Curator: Mike Young<div class="Body">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">Between mountains and years, I’ve been fortunate enough to come into contact with some terrific visual art while swinging the captain’s wheel at </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Italic";"><i><a href="http://noojournal.com/">NOÖ Journal</a></i> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">and <a href="http://magichelicopterpress.com/">Magic Helicopter Press</a>. This list represents a splash of top notch people from our right-now and the archives. For each, the first piece is one that appeared in something </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Italic";"><i>NOÖ</i> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">/ Magic Helicopter related, and then the rest are some sweet extracts from their wider work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Body">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="Body" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><b>ALL IMAGES FOLLOWED BY DIRECT LINKS TO THE SOURCES! PLEASE SUPPORT THESE ARTISTS! </b></span></div>
<div class="Body" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="Body" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Bold"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://superbomba.tumblr.com/">Superbomba / Lucy Diamond Phillips</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Body">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.noojournal.com/ten/thomas_color.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.noojournal.com/ten/thomas_color.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="Body">
<br /></div>
<div class="Body" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Bold";"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; line-height: 16pt;">“The wings say war,” she says. “But maybe this part says something else.” She pokes the fat abdomen, the drum-like tymbal, the thorax. — </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic'; line-height: 16pt;">Beth Thomas, “</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: 16pt;"><a href="http://www.noojournal.com/view.php?mode=1&issue=ten&id=204"><span style="color: #000099; font-family: "Times New Roman Italic";">Emerging Like Nymphs</span></a></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic'; line-height: 16pt;">”</span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="line-height: 16.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/71fe5f332377aa8812f01864c87ebe6d/tumblr_mmgshctzgO1qz5hcoo1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="411" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/71fe5f332377aa8812f01864c87ebe6d/tumblr_mmgshctzgO1qz5hcoo1_1280.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #000099; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; text-align: start;"><br />
<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/71fe5f332377aa8812f01864c87ebe6d/tumblr_mmgshctzgO1qz5hcoo1_1280.jpg" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; text-align: start;">http://superbomba.tumblr.com/post/49916151604</a></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu0bhgtZ2H1qz5hcoo1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu0bhgtZ2H1qz5hcoo1_1280.jpg" width="434" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #000099; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; text-align: start;"><br />
<a href="http://superbomba.tumblr.com/post/12218324742" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; text-align: start;">http://superbomba.tumblr.com/post/12218324742</a></span></div>
<div class="Body">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv0fx1WSWB1qz5hcoo1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv0fx1WSWB1qz5hcoo1_1280.jpg" width="448" /></a></div>
<div class="Body" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #000099; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><br />
<a href="http://superbomba.tumblr.com/post/13109139381" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">http://superbomba.tumblr.com/post/13109139381</a></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm">
<br /></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman Bold"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman Bold"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Kelly Schirmann</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman Bold";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://noojournal.com/14/kelly_fail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://noojournal.com/14/kelly_fail.jpg" width="620" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
(</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://www.noojournal.com/view.php?mode=1&issue=14&id=498"><span style="color: #000099; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">http://www.noojournal.com/view.php?mode=1&issue=14&id=498</span></a></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";">)<br />
<br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/a839d3b7018ce77375f58e9729a61cd2/tumblr_mp2hilPrvA1qfwosio1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="380" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/a839d3b7018ce77375f58e9729a61cd2/tumblr_mp2hilPrvA1qfwosio1_1280.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm">
<br /></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://mythixtape.tumblr.com/post/54036396520/promise"><span style="color: #000099; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">http://mythixtape.tumblr.com/post/54036396520/promise</span></a></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9hba6zVms1qeel8b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9hba6zVms1qeel8b.jpg" width="622" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
(<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><a href="http://mythixtape.tumblr.com/loveandeconomixxx"><span style="color: #000099; font-size: 12pt;">http://mythixtape.tumblr.com/loveandeconomixxx</span></a></span>)</div>
<br />
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://media.tumblr.com/c95fd568d82817c190f826a88c50bf8d/tumblr_inline_mlgxnbaqVa1qeel8b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="554" src="http://media.tumblr.com/c95fd568d82817c190f826a88c50bf8d/tumblr_inline_mlgxnbaqVa1qeel8b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";">(</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://mythixtape.tumblr.com/newmine"><span style="color: #000099; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">http://mythixtape.tumblr.com/newmine</span></a></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";">)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm">
<br /></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman Bold"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Lauren Cohen</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman Bold";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.noojournal.com/13/DanceOff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="452" src="http://www.noojournal.com/13/DanceOff.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";">(</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://www.noojournal.com/view.php?mode=1&issue=13&id=402"><span style="color: #000099; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">http://www.noojournal.com/view.php?mode=1&issue=13&id=402</span></a></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";">)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/Y_BD8d5kkAg/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://youtube.googleapis.com/v/Y_BD8d5kkAg&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://youtube.googleapis.com/v/Y_BD8d5kkAg&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div>
<a href="http://laurencohen.net/artwork/3246044_Grey_Horse_Never_Won.html">http://laurencohen.net/artwork/3246044_Grey_Horse_Never_Won.html</a> <br />
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://laurencohen.net/r1378408816/cc/5/6/1/37561/w/984x588-mVJOs4OpL0PBPg8X.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://laurencohen.net/r1378408816/cc/5/6/1/37561/w/984x588-mVJOs4OpL0PBPg8X.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="color: #000099; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> <a href="http://laurencohen.net/artwork/2947806_Toasting_Marshmallows.html">http://laurencohen.net/artwork/2947806_Toasting_Marshmallows.html</a></span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://laurencohen.net/r1378408816/cc/5/6/1/37561/w/984x588-72jo3u_rnUfDlRwa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="530" src="http://laurencohen.net/r1378408816/cc/5/6/1/37561/w/984x588-72jo3u_rnUfDlRwa.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #000099; font-family: Times New Roman;"><u>http://laurencohen.net/artwork/3246250_In_The_Desert.html</u></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman Bold"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Roger Ballen<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://noojournal.com/six/coverlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://noojournal.com/six/coverlarge.jpg" width="472" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";">(<a href="http://noojournal.com/six.htm"><span style="color: #000099;">http://noojournal.com/six.htm</span></a>) <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/bhouse/images/05_Terrorized,%202006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/bhouse/images/05_Terrorized,%202006.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/bhouse/pages/05_Terrorized%2C%202006.htm" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/bhouse/pages/05_Terrorized%2C%202006.htm</a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #000099;"> </span></span><a href="http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/schamber/large/bigPhoto_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/schamber/large/bigPhoto_720.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #000099;"><a href="http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/schamber/large/bigPhoto_720.jpg">http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/schamber/large/bigPhoto_720.jpg</a></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/schamber/large/bigPhoto_roar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/schamber/large/bigPhoto_roar.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #000099;"><a href="http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/schamber/large/bigPhoto_roar.jpg">http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/schamber/large/bigPhoto_roar.jpg</a></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/asylum/large/bigPhoto_6040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/asylum/large/bigPhoto_6040.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="color: #000099; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><a href="http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/asylum/large/bigPhoto_6040.jpg" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/asylum/large/bigPhoto_6040.jpg</a></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/bhouse/images/02_Encroachment,%202001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/bhouse/images/02_Encroachment,%202001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/bhouse/pages/02_Encroachment%2C%202001.htm"><span style="color: #000099;">http://www.rogerballen.com/images/igallery/bhouse/pages/02_Encroachment%2C%202001.htm</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman Bold"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Zack Sternwalker<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.noojournal.com/11/sternwalker_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.noojournal.com/11/sternwalker_web.jpg" width="272" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i>I looked at him and, I don’t know, I didn’t want to tell him about his acne problem cause I like the acne on his face and I like the acne on his ass and I like the other acne on him too. And I told him I like it when he lets me pick his acne and I like it when he lets me pick his face and the other things like his scalp. So, I said: </i></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Italic";"><i>What? Uh, what does the AIDS look like?</i> — Steven Trull, “</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://www.noojournal.com/view.php?mode=1&issue=11&id=242"><span style="color: #000099; font-family: "Times New Roman Italic";">You’re Dust</span></a></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Italic";">”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p574Rjl9F58/UWNz9RQFgMI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ZQUWj-40y1s/s640/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p574Rjl9F58/UWNz9RQFgMI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ZQUWj-40y1s/s640/1.jpg" width="552" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36W-HSjI3Ww/UWN0Et4ZbII/AAAAAAAAA_4/qhZbU2x6N6M/s640/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36W-HSjI3Ww/UWN0Et4ZbII/AAAAAAAAA_4/qhZbU2x6N6M/s640/2.jpg" width="388" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9jAerO5ZDQ/UWN0HzsfJoI/AAAAAAAABAA/Mnt2wwwyrwA/s640/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9jAerO5ZDQ/UWN0HzsfJoI/AAAAAAAABAA/Mnt2wwwyrwA/s400/3.jpg" width="293" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";">(All from <a href="http://drawingseries2.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #000099;">http://drawingseries2.blogspot.com/</span></a>)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i>I saw you </i></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i>at the astronaut fair and your parted hair was everywhere. Your beautiful hair is a mixture of your father’s and your mother’s hair. I used to sing about my crops but I got a lot of flack. </i>— </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Italic";">Zack Sternwalker, “</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://www.noojournal.com/view.php?mode=1&issue=12&id=331"><span style="color: #000099; font-family: "Times New Roman Italic";">Walletsize Photos of Dead Paraplegic People Make You Tear Up and Lose Precious Vitamin C</span></a></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman Italic";">”</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman Bold"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Evah Fan<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.noojournal.com/six/evahbw2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="449" src="http://www.noojournal.com/six/evahbw2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";">(<a href="http://www.noojournal.com/view.php?mode=1&issue=six&id=120"><span style="color: #000099;">http://www.noojournal.com/view.php?mode=1&issue=six&id=120</span></a>)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.evahfan.com/images/paintings/ticks-attack-toes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.evahfan.com/images/paintings/ticks-attack-toes.jpg" width="473" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.evahfan.com/images/paintings/a-crab-in-scrabble.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.evahfan.com/images/paintings/a-crab-in-scrabble.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.evahfan.com/images/paintings/bearded-bat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="454" src="http://www.evahfan.com/images/paintings/bearded-bat.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.evahfan.com/images/paintings/was-it-eliots-toilet-i-saw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.evahfan.com/images/paintings/was-it-eliots-toilet-i-saw.jpg" width="248" /></a></div>
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:DontAutofitConstrainedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
/* Style Definitions */
table.MsoNormalTable
{mso-style-name:"Table Normal";
mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;
mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;
mso-style-noshow:yes;
mso-style-parent:"";
mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;
mso-para-margin:0in;
mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;
mso-pagination:widow-orphan;
font-size:12.0pt;
font-family:"Times New Roman";
mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;
mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";
mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;
mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;
mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";
mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}
</style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <!--EndFragment--> <br />
<div class="FreeForm" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";">(</span><a href="http://www.evahfan.com/">http://www.evahfan.com</a><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman";">)</span><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Mike Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01125676207376106849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-30720883949078843812013-09-11T13:14:00.000-05:002013-09-11T13:14:44.410-05:00Authors on Artists: Leif Haven on Metal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<h1>
Dreaming of A Non-Capitalistic World<o:p></o:p></h1>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">by Leif Haven</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><br /></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Carry me to my grave<br />
When at long last my journey has ended<br />
On the path that leads from here into oblivion<br />
And no more sorrow can weigh me down.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
–Pallbearer, Given to the Grave<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It’s got very little to do with being a human being, and
showing yourself as a human being. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
–Striborg/Sin Nanna<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Wearing the corpse paint takes away the human factor…<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
-Leviathan/Wrest/Jef Whitehead<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The feeling I get from nature and from black metal is
exactly the same thing.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
-Xasthur/Malefic/Scott Conner<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Blanchot compares the darkness of the image – its “elemental
strangeness” – to a cadaver: “At first sight the image does not resemble a
cadaver, but it could be that the strangeness of a cadaver is also the
strangeness of the image.”… The cadaverous aspect of the image is the remains
of the “world” after its negation by words: “What is left behind is precisely
this cadaver, which is not of the world either – even though it is here – which
is rather behind the world… which now affirms on the basis of this the
possibility of a world behind, a return backwards.” The analogy of the corpse
thus depicts the resistance to understanding – the <i>backwardness – </i>of the orphic measure and of things prior to the
“world.” <o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
-Daniel Tiffany, <i>Infidel
Poetics<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLcGK7GdZqQ/Ui1DfiUJwfI/AAAAAAAAAyY/sXsoSRmyu90/s1600/leif1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLcGK7GdZqQ/Ui1DfiUJwfI/AAAAAAAAAyY/sXsoSRmyu90/s1600/leif1.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Metal has collided with theory. A genre of art that embraces
the abject – gnawing on bats, burning churches, corpse paint, incoherent cookie
monster vocals – is being addressed as a thing worthy of consideration by the institutions,
the academy, the art world, and the popular critical apparatus. In a weird way
poetry mirrors that moment – despite the efforts of many of the metastasizing
schools of poetry and metal to labor on unnoticed in obscurity and abjection, both
are getting some unexpected attention.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I feel like it’s fair to posit that a major feature of art
is an attitude toward void. To oversimplify and propose oppositional attitudes,
you could say that there are two types of work: that which dwells on void and
that which is focused on things. From the same section of <i>Infidel Poetics, </i>Tiffany brings up Erich Auerbach’s supposition
that poetic works derive from either Homer or The Old Testament. Auerbach
frames the former is “externalized description, uniform illumination,
uninterrupted connection, free expression...” while the second genealogy is
“dark and incomplete, mysterious, containing, second, unconcealed meaning.” I
would argue with Auerbach that all art essentially carries second, concealed
meaning, but that’s not the point. I think the distinction between the
“illuminated” and the “obscure” is useful in this case and may help me answer
one of the most important questions of our time:</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<h2>
<span style="font-size: large;">What is metal?</span></h2>
<div class="MsoNormal">
What does it mean to ask, “Is this metal?” What does it mean
to ask, “What is conceptualism?” or “Is
that art?” or “Is this poetry?” The
answer to all of these questions is obvious. Or it’s not obvious. You know it
when you see it. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Metal has something in common with the performance art of Lady
Gaga, or the Ramones, or Jay-Z and Marina Abramović. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-W1GiqCxWE/Ui1ENTMOM6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/a_Xjb3Oev94/s1600/leif2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-W1GiqCxWE/Ui1ENTMOM6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/a_Xjb3Oev94/s1600/leif2.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It seems to have more in common with Abramović’s earliest
performances like the Rhythm 10, than with her most current work.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6aZ4gsrIKs/Ui1Ev7SIU6I/AAAAAAAAAys/ORYfIvZahdo/s1600/leif3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6aZ4gsrIKs/Ui1Ev7SIU6I/AAAAAAAAAys/ORYfIvZahdo/s640/leif3.jpg" width="586" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Without having any ideas what I’m talking about I would slap
a “that’s so metal” label onto Artaud’s theater of cruelty, the Viennese Actionists,
or French existentialism. Samuel Beckett – retroactively metal. Edvard Munch –
retroactively metal, etc. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQph0DJsEbs/Ui1FM3TyhII/AAAAAAAAAy0/8W_xD0f3_14/s1600/leif4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="518" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQph0DJsEbs/Ui1FM3TyhII/AAAAAAAAAy0/8W_xD0f3_14/s640/leif4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /><!--[endif]--></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Metal is the catharsis of tragedy; the counterpart to the laughter
of comedy. Metal is the mourning song, the inchoate wailing and pulling out
hair in response to death; Metal is the funeral song to harvest celebration in
praise of fertility goddess Miley Cyrus:<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4hlZIjxFV3Y/Ui1FdiCJ3WI/AAAAAAAAAy8/xk_ru9HVodI/s1600/leif5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4hlZIjxFV3Y/Ui1FdiCJ3WI/AAAAAAAAAy8/xk_ru9HVodI/s640/leif5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVz7U8PIFFw/Ui1FnwCdp-I/AAAAAAAAAzE/xhSn_E34e6w/s1600/leif6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVz7U8PIFFw/Ui1FnwCdp-I/AAAAAAAAAzE/xhSn_E34e6w/s640/leif6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckc-1mXsvLQ/Ui1Fwzy607I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/rCggypM5uaA/s1600/leif7.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckc-1mXsvLQ/Ui1Fwzy607I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/rCggypM5uaA/s1600/leif7.gif" /></a></div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<h2>
<span style="font-size: large;">Sorrow and Extinction</span></h2>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pallbearer’s Sorrow and Extinction isn’t <i>just</i> about personal mortality; it’s
about catastrophic failure. It’s also not calling for destruction or
apocalypse, because the apocalypse has already occurred, or is occurring. It’s
not about wandering into a strange alien land, it’s about being alien, it’s
about time, the world, and death, it’s about being metaphysically fucked. It’s
about being abject in a catastrophic way. The foreigner is the other – it can
be read however, but it’s also the being outside of the system of capitalism,
the one that doesn’t bear currency. It’s to be outside the system of production
and consumption – metal is about seeing past death; the final way out of
circulation</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<h2>
<span style="font-size: large;">The Scream of Munch, the Scream of Edmond Jabes, Scream by Wes Craven. </span></h2>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The abject speech, <i>a
la </i>Kristeva, the scream, while there may be words underneath the scream, it
is limited by the physical, corrupted, and the meaning lies somewhere in the
middle – the scream is just itself. Part of the connotation is that the
intention is breaking down in the transmission – the Wittgensteinian problem –
there’s no way to articulate effectively. Metal also takes on abjection – from
corpse paint:<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYFaTJSG-rQ/Ui1GiRCvozI/AAAAAAAAAzU/kCuYjY3XWIc/s1600/leif8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYFaTJSG-rQ/Ui1GiRCvozI/AAAAAAAAAzU/kCuYjY3XWIc/s1600/leif8.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
on it forsakes the living, the reproductive, the optimistic,
and the transcendent to confront void. In Sorrow and Extinction, there are
still words. Singer Brett Campbell flirts with legibility. While most metal
vocalists that fall under the Doom, Black, or Death Metal labels offer only the
most incoherent growls, Campbell feels just on the edge of meaning, like he’s
conflicted about what side of the aisle to be on. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Incoherence, illegibility, abstraction, are all prime
features in metal – distortion and noise take the place of high definition –
death and decay take the place of vitality and youth, etc. Another useful way
to think about metal is to think about how dumb it is <i>a la</i> <a href="http://www.theawl.com/2013/07/being-dumb">Kenny
Goldsmith’s How to Be Dumb.</a> <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
“Dumb breaks things, doing things
to things which common sense decrees to be simply wrong. When something is that
wrong or that broken, it finds a new life: Thelonious Monk intentionally
hitting the wrong notes on the piano…”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Goldsmith stipulates a difference between dumb dumb and
smart dumb – the smart dumb metal response would just be a big fuck you. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The smart dumb thing about metal is that it takes on quick
routes to disgust, fear, horror. There’s this merciless-ness about it, similar
to the brutal conceptualism of Goldsmith; you feel like, “You’re not actually
going to carry through with this, right,” and then the Internet is printed or person
is incorporated. I think there’s something characteristically metal about the
unflinching execution of something that could be a joke – it’s still a joke
afterwards – a terrible joke. Or about something like <i>Funny Games</i>, or <i>Medea</i>,
where you know horrible things are going to happen, and they just do. Metal is
about acknowledging cataclysm and sitting with it for a while.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Metal is also incredibly scholarly – it’s full of citations
to authorities in the field. Like a research paper there’s a language that is
only accessible to other experts; the neophyte might catch the nod to Sabbath,
just like you might vaguely understand the off-hand mention of the Hegelian
Dialectic. Read the <a href="http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/16345-sorrow-and-extinction/">Pitchfork
review of Sorrow and Extinction by Brandon Stosuy</a>; it’s a veritable
genealogy.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sorrow and Extinction, the title of Pallbearer’s work, is an
extended meditation on mortality – but extinction seems to indicate that this
is not a navel gazing consciousness of one’s own mortality. This is a mourning
song, like the one for Patroklos sung by Achilles, but this 45 minutes is not
for an individual – it’s about species death, ecological cataclysm, There is no
salvation in this work -- only oblivion. This is work that simply faces the
void. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But Sorrow and Extinction doesn’t see death as the only
abjection; there’s also this recognition of the universe –<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27.0pt;">
All along the dark and forbidden
way<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27.0pt;">
I can I can feel their eyes and
see their arcane thrones<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27.0pt;">
So between my steps I rest to
gather up my strength<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27.0pt;">
I must keep pushing onward<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27.0pt;">
Under swirling moons and galaxies<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Consider the caption Munch wrote for The Scream:<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27.0pt;">
I was walking along the road with
two friends – the sun was setting – suddenly the sky turned blood red – I
paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence – there was blood and
tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city – my friends walked on,
and I stood there trembling with anxiety – and I sensed an infinite scream
passing through nature.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27.0pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And these lines from Wordsworth’s Prelude<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 27.0pt;">
There in her mooring-place I left
my bark,--<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And through
the meadows homeward went, in grave<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And serious
mood; but after I had seen
390<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That spectacle,
for many days, my brain<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Worked with
a dim and undetermined sense<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of unknown
modes of being; o'er my thoughts<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
There hung a
darkness, call it solitude<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Or blank
desertion. No familiar shapes<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Remained, no
pleasant images of trees,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of sea or
sky, no colours of green fields;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But huge and
mighty forms, that do not live<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Like living
men, moved slowly through the mind<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
By day, and
were a trouble to my dreams. 400<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
There’s anxiety, certainly, but also horror – the feeling
that simply existing is monstrous, and that being in the world is always a
state of abjection and lost-ness. Sorrow and Extinction, the music and the
lyrics reach, but they don’t transcend – you’re not waiting for anything
afterwards, they feel kind of #YOLO – there’s no Tintern Abbey here, it’s just
sorrow staring into void. But that leads to practically uplifting music and
lyrical content. Sure it’s dark, but it’s almost revelatory. The end of the third
track, “The Legend” highlights this YOLO streak:<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
No more to breathe the air, to feel
the warmth of summer<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
As I start to slip away<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
I know my time has come<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Then later, in a Beckettian turn in “An Offering of Grief”,
after a glorious four minutes of sludgy riffing, and a bee attack of two hand
tapping, Campbell shouts in one of the least melodic passages of the record:<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
In the shadows I wander<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
A solitary man, fearing not the
hidden<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
But searching<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
In this harsh world of deception, I
will stand up once more<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
And find within myself the strength
to stumble again.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Metal is full of mess, contradiction, paradox, as <a href="http://helvetejournal.org/issues/current/">Timothy Morton says in Helvete</a>,
and barely controlled rage. Like Achilles
again, it’s more often born of anger and outrage. The rage, and that which
motivates the violent sense-abusing abstractions are the hiccups in language –
the language of music and language <i>qua</i>
language – rather than appreciating the ambiguities and inefficiencies of a language
system Metal rejects or breaks it; that characteristic seems important. It
doesn’t completely abandon the form of music or the words themselves – but it
distorts them to the point of illegibility. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pallbearer ends Sorrow and Extinction with:<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
Carry me to my grave<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
When at long last my journey has
ended<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
On the path that leads from here
into oblivion<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
And no more sorrow can weigh me
down<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
<br />
<br />
<br />
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
*******</div>
<br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;" />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;" />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;">Leif Haven lives and writes in Oakland, CA. Other projects and writing can be found at <a href="http://leifhaven.com/">http://leifhaven.com</a>.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
christopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-37679144146770437532013-08-27T00:12:00.003-05:002013-08-27T10:32:04.984-05:00Authors on Artists: Gabby Bess on Women & Art<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">"I'm Not The Girlfriend Of An Artist. I Am The Artist."</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">by Gabby Bess</span><br />
<br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
<i>Damn baby, pussy can’t be your only hustle</i><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>
Unless you bad as Naomi Russell<br />
I mean a lot of niggas got money<br />
So basically, Russell ain’t the only Russell<br />
Russell Brand, Russell Crowe<br />
Zero Zero Zero Zero, a whole lot of 0’s<br />
What you after, actor money?<br />
You in line behind currency, yeah you after money<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<i>-- Illest Motherfucker Alive</i>, Kanye West<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-left: .5in; text-align: justify;">
<br />
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
My friend Lucy and I walked past the “Five Centuries of European Art” exhibit in the Baltimore Museum of Art. You’re always forced to walk past the 17<sup>th</sup> Century Baroque art before you can look at the good stuff. No one would look at it otherwise. Everyone is in a rush to get to something they can easily recognize as relevant to the cultural context of their lives. Of course they put the contemporary art near the exit, only being able to access it through the dimly lit rooms holding Sir Anthony van Dyck, and then Degas and Matisse, until you can finally see the brightly lit white room with high ceilings contrasting against the dark wood floors with forms of large purple and pink sculptures coming up from it and can start to make out the instantly recognizable Warhols and a bike with strange tubes coming off of it. A bike with strange tubes coming off of it was something I identified with most days. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
In the room with the Matisses and the Picassos there was a painting titled <i>Group of Artists</i> (1908), also known as <i>Apollinare and his friends,</i> by Marie Laurencin. The placard to the side of the painting read that Laurencin had spent time with Gertrude Stein and Henri Rousseau, notable in her approximation to others. The painting featured the poet Guillaume Apollinaire, Marie herself, Picasso, Picasso’s dog, and Picasso’s mistress. Laurencin was one of the few female avant-garde cubist painters and through history she is most known for her romantic relationship with Apollinare and her proximity to Picasso. <i>Apollinare and his friends</i> could be viewed as two famous <i>men</i>, who are featured at the center, with their <i>women</i>. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
I will never understand women. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
How bizarre to write yourself as a background character in your own story.<br />
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<o:p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFXAvUhqAac/UhwrPuoBOGI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ZWwbipnI53I/s1600/gabby1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="516" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFXAvUhqAac/UhwrPuoBOGI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ZWwbipnI53I/s640/gabby1.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px;">Group of Artists </i><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;">(1908), Marie Laurencin</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</o:p></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="Picture_x0020_4"
o:spid="_x0000_i1028" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="Macintosh HD:Users:GabbyBess:Desktop:Beyonce-Jay-z-Kanye-and-Kim-Kardashian.jpg"
style='width:467.25pt;height:333.75pt;visibility:visible;mso-wrap-style:square'> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\CHRIST~1\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image002.jpg"
o:title="Beyonce-Jay-z-Kanye-and-Kim-Kardashian"/> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wNdlFweICBY/UhwsCtwdYVI/AAAAAAAAAxo/r3qVmRnwsvA/s1600/gabby2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="457" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wNdlFweICBY/UhwsCtwdYVI/AAAAAAAAAxo/r3qVmRnwsvA/s640/gabby2.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px;">Group of Artists</i><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"> (2013), Various</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
What I realized, when viewing <i>Group of Artists</i>, then was that every perceived art <i>movement</i> was just a group of friends that had gravitated toward each other in the common interest of feeling less alone. With that perspective, the prospect of becoming a culturally relevant artist seemed more attainable. If my friends and I could continue to do <i>cool </i>things someone would take notice and move to capitalize on our content. Of course the goal is selling out. Of course the goal unromantic and simplified, unlike the unpredictable events, set off by some origin or intention, that precede it. In between points A and B are billions of co-dependent molecules of energy pushing out toward every direction, feigning the look of a straight line. <o:p></o:p><br />
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="Picture_x0020_6" o:spid="_x0000_i1027"
type="#_x0000_t75" alt="::Desktop:1.jpg" style='width:468pt;height:216.75pt;
visibility:visible;mso-wrap-style:square'> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\CHRIST~1\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image003.jpg"
o:title="1"/> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-seTFx8LdQJk/UhwsMZ3L__I/AAAAAAAAAxw/HqYKX4j7VD8/s1600/gabby3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-seTFx8LdQJk/UhwsMZ3L__I/AAAAAAAAAxw/HqYKX4j7VD8/s640/gabby3.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-size: medium; line-height: 14pt;">
<span style="color: #111111;">Brad Troemel, <i>Comments on the World at Will </i></span><span style="color: #111111; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-size: medium; line-height: 14pt;">
<i><span style="color: #111111;">(via <a href="https://dl.dropbox.com/s/tp0kbduazil25c2/AMERICAN%20INTRIGUE.pdf?=dl1" target="_blank"><span style="color: #3600ff;">American Intrigue #1</span></a>)</span></i></div>
</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 14.0pt; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
In my limited means, the only interaction I could have with a gallery is to be on its walls or as an observer, learning what I could do to be on its walls. And of course its all for sale. Let the richest man find me and let him find other women too. One rich man can finance the art of at least 10 girls. I would like to see the art of 10 girls and a once rich man. Love or death is a different animal that, in my youth, I am not concerned with. Youth is concerned with money and art and <i>ideas.</i> Pay me for my art or my tits, ethically it doesn’t matter which. I think that the most beautiful part of sleep is dreaming that I am someone outside of myself and the most beautiful part of being outside of myself is admiring my body from a distance. With distance even the most deadly animal is desirable and with a gun, it is attainable. The painter, Francis Bacon remarked, upon seeing <span style="background: white; line-height: 150%; mso-ascii-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Cambria;">ham, pigs, tongues, and sides of beef in a butcher’s window, “…All that death. I find it very beautiful. And it’s all for sale—how unbelievably surrealistic!"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background: white; line-height: 150%; mso-ascii-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Cambria;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background: white; line-height: 150%; mso-ascii-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Cambria; mso-no-proof: yes;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape
id="Picture_x0020_5" o:spid="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="Macintosh HD:Users:GabbyBess:Desktop:Tracey-Emin-500x575.jpg"
style='width:468pt;height:538.5pt;visibility:visible;mso-wrap-style:square'> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\CHRIST~1\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image004.jpg"
o:title="Tracey-Emin-500x575"/> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span><span style="background: white; line-height: 150%; mso-ascii-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Cambria;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-upqrSgDQx1I/UhwsWo8I8TI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ePaW9Ivb4z4/s1600/gabby4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-upqrSgDQx1I/UhwsWo8I8TI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ePaW9Ivb4z4/s640/gabby4.jpg" width="556" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px;"><span style="background-color: white;">I’ve Got it All </span></i><span style="background-color: white; font-size: small; line-height: 24px;">(2001), Tracey Emin</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;">
<span style="background: white; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt; mso-no-proof: yes;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="Picture_x0020_3" o:spid="_x0000_i1025"
type="#_x0000_t75" style='width:414.75pt;height:311.25pt;visibility:visible;
mso-wrap-style:square'> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\CHRIST~1\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image006.png"
o:title=""/> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span><span style="background: white; line-height: 150%; mso-ascii-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Cambria;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nlH_fyJc6y4/UhwsgCfrGHI/AAAAAAAAAyA/hCyFXkQw4kA/s1600/gabby5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nlH_fyJc6y4/UhwsgCfrGHI/AAAAAAAAAyA/hCyFXkQw4kA/s640/gabby5.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px;"><span style="background-color: white;">I’ve Got it All</span></i><span style="background-color: white; font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"> (2007), Kim Kardashian</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
</span> <span style="line-height: 150%;">Just as I had, Bacon walked past the walls of Picassos and thought, “Well, I could do that.” To amuse myself I’ll consider an object or a person or a passion and think, with confidence, “Well, that could be my art.” I feel myself alternating between the extremes of ‘depressed’ and ‘uncontrollably egocentric’ which seem to be the same emotion, essentially. The likes of Bacon, who studied the walls of galleries on his own and taught himself to paint, or Basquiat, have overtaken my romantic notions of The Artist: an overconfident outsider, a hustler. Bacon said, of </span><i style="line-height: 150%;">becoming</i><span style="line-height: 150%;"> an artist, “I don’t think people are born artists; I think it comes from a mixture of your surroundings, the people you meet, and luck.” And of course, I tell you these things about Bacon and Picasso or whoever else in order to tell you about myself. I filter myself through these men, through something more understandable, as I have often been called a difficult woman to </span><i style="line-height: 150%;">understand</i><span style="line-height: 150%;">.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
*******</div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://blog.gabbybess.com/">Gabby Bess</a> is the author of <a href="http://goo.gl/ecwZql">Alone With Other People</a>. She lives in Brooklyn. </span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
christopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-15550421833072826222013-07-17T09:01:00.000-05:002013-07-17T13:32:20.609-05:00Authors on Artists: Vanessa Place Talks With Ben Fama About VanessaPlace Inc<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unSk-wTunpc/UeX-n6CYYjI/AAAAAAAAAwY/nfnNPz3O4JM/s1600/vpinc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unSk-wTunpc/UeX-n6CYYjI/AAAAAAAAAwY/nfnNPz3O4JM/s1600/vpinc.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by Lawrence Schwartzwald</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: You recently launched Vanessa Place Inc at Cage 83 in New York City’s Lower East Side, where you sold limited edition copies of a book titled <i>$20</i> for fifty dollars a piece. After that you appeared at the Museum of Modern Art to do a reading of The Evelyn and Walter Haas, Jr. Fund Gallery. How is the public responding to your mission “to design and manufacture objects to meet the poetic needs of the human heart, face, and form?”
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: Everybody loves it. Or at least everybody wants it. I don’t think there’s much difference, do you?
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: Based on your spring/summer appearances, It seems like you’ve been splitting time between NYC and LA. You’ve been supplementing the Vanessa Place Inc presence across social media platforms. How are you reading the cultural zeitgeist right now?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: Everybody wants to be liked everywhere. It’s frictionless, even when it doesn’t mean to be. It’s amazing.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: Can you tell us about a particular memorable or satisfying shopping experience you’ve had recently?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: I ordered tickets online and then went to the show.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: Do you watch TV?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: We watch each other. Though it’s not TV exactly, unless I’m in a hotel room.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: Is there something you buy everyday?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: Art.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: How do you approach the High/Low culture split?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: I don’t get it.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: Do you agree Poetry is behind in the arts?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: Poetry is now fifteen minutes ahead of art. Music is yesterday’s news. Did I leave anything out?
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: What works of art make up your personal collection?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: I have some superb pieces from Stephanie Taylor, Molly Corey, Ben White, Erica Baum, American Minstrelsy, Occupied Japan, and the Third Reich.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: What do you think of the Staten Island couple who attempted to trademark the Occupy movement?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: They were admirably cutting to the chase. Though they should have gone for a copyright. It’s a real work of art.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: Sex tapes have gained cultural capital (currency) and people have used them as a launchpad into careers as public figures. What do you think of celebrity culture?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: What other kind is there?
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: What is your relationship toward technology?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: I use it, it uses me. We don’t judge each other too much either way. We’re pretty happy.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: In your lecture “I is not a subject,” you call the Poetic “I” into question, exposing it not as a liberated subject that may access Truth, but rather as the enunciation of semiocapitalism and its functional values. Why do you think Poetry is so behind other arts in this thinking? Or rather, what makes this argument so necessary in our historical moment?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: Poetry needs to understand its market cache. Go to an art show and see how many pieces are called “poetic,” and how that translates as pure capital. Or go to a reading and see how many poets trade off of the I, especially if they can diversify. Or look at anything else and see how the idea of the eyed I drives all sorts of product platforms, from self-stocking shopping carts to suggested adverts and other things I might enjoy. We’re in a semiotic market, and we’re the signifiers, the bleeding bitcoin of the realm. Poetry costs. It might as well cash in.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: When you appeared at the Ugly Duckling Presse Cellar Series, you recited several poems from the canon of Confessional Poetry...Plath, Bishop. Why?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: I’ve got more pussy than you can swing at a cat.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: You’ve said “The <i>I</i> is a performance of an<i> I</i>, the <i>I</i> the<i> I</i> is.” Does this performance have something to do with conceptualism beyond postmodernism? How does this relate to social media?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: Social media is a medium. It’s the perfect medium for self-portraiture, to really capture the sobjectified I--much better than photography or painting, or even video. Maybe especially video. I’ve been collecting some very nice impressionistic works by other people, and a few expressionist pieces. I notice that some like to work big, while others are more inclined to multiples. They think it’s serial, but it’s all multiple.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: Do you believe in feelings and emotions?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: You mean as in chairs?
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: If someone were to google “Vanessa Place” what would they find?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: Aren’t we online now? I know there’s a few beauty shops, though I don’t think we’re related.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: Can you tell us your style icons?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: There’s so many. Callas to Darboven, Rossellini to Goldsmith. Pink Chanel suits, Antigone sheaths, the belts of business travelers. Anyone who wears mirrors, or too much silver. The shirts of French sailors, Rob Fitterman, and Lino Ventura. Many of the fascists had good fashion, or at least the ones in the West.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: Your new artist book, <i>Boycott</i> (UDP 2013) takes iconic feminist texts and eliminates all reference to women and that which is exclusively female. The symbolic order becomes, perhaps even comically so while remaining deadpan, more apparently unified under the sign of the Patriarch. What attitudes inform your decision to create this work?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: The work was originally inspired by Lacan’s maxim, <i>la femme n’existe pas</i>, plus Lee Lozano’s <i>Boycott Piece</i> (1972-1999), in which she stopped speaking to women. As you note, this becomes a dumb détournement of the sex which is one. There’s also Wittgenstein’s famous Proposition 7, an ethics of silence that may be the only possible ethics of the real woman. Or anything else. Though this seems more expatiation than attitude.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: You split time between Los Angeles and New York. Which do you prefer?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: In New York, I go out. In LA, I stay in. New York is a great place to travel to; LA is a terrific place to travel from.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: How were you described as a teenager. What did you do for entertainment?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: I was a great disappointment to my parents. I was a great disappointment to my parents.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: I attended the Cage 83 gallery launch of Vanessa Place Inc. a few months ago. You introduced the team, made statements and debuted your first product of ‘art lit’, a bound book of 20 one dollar bills, which sold out at $50 a copy. You also announced a future initiative called BookIt. Can you tell us about that?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: BookIt allows anyone to turn anything into a published book of poetry. Or art. For $50, you can buy a BookIt ISBN number through VanessaPlace Inc, put it on whatever you like--a stump (plant or animal), a building, a point of view--and it will become a book published by VanessaPlace Inc. That is to say, it will circulate, or can circulate, as a book able to be bought, sold, <i>traced</i> as a book. Once you document your book in some fashion, such as by way of a video or photo, and send this to VanessaPlace.biz, I will personally blurb your book, and we will include it in our online catalogue. There are, of course, only a limited number of BookIt editions available, and they are expected to sell out rapidly as well. Like $20, BookIt absolutely effaces the distinction between life and art, art and commerce, poetry and the trade in personal perspective. In sum, another triumph of the commercial avant garde.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: The Vanessa Place Inc. pages states: “<i>Place makes it the company’s number one priority to fully serve the higher-culture customer. Your desires are our needs</i>.” Is your company targeting similar audiences to Gilt City’s exclusive online clientele, or André Balazs Properties which includes a portfolio of hotels across the US and residences in New York?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: Absolutely: our audience includes all exclusive clienteles.
<br />
<br />
<b>Ben Fama</b>: Last question: What are you summer plans?
<br />
<br />
<b>Vanessa Place</b>: Excoriation.
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
*****
<br />
<br />
<br />
Vanessa Place is CEO of VanessaPlace Inc, a trans-national corporation whose sole mission is to design and manufacture objects to meet the poetic needs of the human heart, face, and form.
<br />
<br />
Ben Fama is the author of Aquarius Rising (Ugly Duckling Presse), New Waves (Minutes Books), and the artist book Mall Witch (Wonder). He lives in New York City. <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.shitwonder.com">www.shitwonder.com</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.shitwonder.com"><br /></a>
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.shitwonder.com"><br /></a>
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.shitwonder.com"><br /></a>christopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-70449149353932491172013-07-03T10:54:00.001-05:002013-07-03T10:54:57.405-05:00Authors on Artists: Brian Oliu on The Auca & The Cartoons of Catalunya<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="background: white; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The
Auca & The Cartoons of Catalunya</span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><br /></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span style="font-size: large;">by Brian Oliu </span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><br /></o:p></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGVXiHIjpl0/UcvWRNs2H4I/AAAAAAAAAv0/FQ2ocPWtaSM/s1600/brian1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGVXiHIjpl0/UcvWRNs2H4I/AAAAAAAAAv0/FQ2ocPWtaSM/s1600/brian1.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><br /></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><br /></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They were different: the lines a little bit more jagged, a
little less polished. It was a building with scaffolding—the curves of ears and
the coloring in of trees that I am not used to; stubby shrubs, bushy and pale. The
language, of course, was different as well—diacritic marks, though I did not
call them that: squiggles, lines, things that appeared to be misprints,
smudges, mismarks with a sharp pencil. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
These are the drawings of my childhood: my aunts who lived
in Barcelona would send countless picture books overseas—they were odd, not
just in their language, their Ts next to Xs in a way that looked unabashedly,
well, <i>foreign</i>, but in their
feel—hyper glossy prints, slick, even, in their touch. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I could not read them, as I had no knowledge of Catalan
beyond “Avi,” (grandfather), & tieta (aunt), & even then I don’t think
I would’ve recognized those as words in a different languages: Avi was Avi,
just as Tieta Carmen was Tieta Carmen—they were not placeholders for things,
they just were. So, instead, I looked at the drawings and tried to ascertain
what was happening: there were children, and there were families, there were
oranges, and shepherds, and dragons, all things magical—the skylines looked
that much more majestic and inviting because they were imperfect. These were
drawings that I could make if I tried really hard, if my fingers grew slimmer
as I got older—the watercolors splashing in and out of lines, the dog’s eyes
represented by two black dots.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
There’s something childlike about the culture of Catalunya:
once we get past the seriousness of Mirò and the starkness of Gaudí there is
playfulness. This is a region that is famous for <i>castells</i>—the stacking of people into large pyramids in townsquares,
which seems like something from mythmaking: that there is a lesson to be
learned here; that a tower made of people will eventually fall. We remember
summer camps where we climb each other to take photographs, the lightest girl
scaling to the top & holding up a peace sign before the flash goes off
& we all tumble. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And so, comics. And so, children’s illustrations. This is
how stories are told: it is not enough to simply tell folks, it must be shown,
drawn. The drawings are never perfect—they are not like our American comic
books, all flash and style. They are much more rudimentary. The stories are
often humble as well: one of the primary forms of historical accounts in
Catalunya is the <i>auca</i>: a genre of a
story in pictures. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The auca is how I learned origin: Cantonigròs, the village
that my grandfather was born in, has an auca that is on the wall of my
great-aunt’s summer home. There are drawings of the mountains in the distance.
There are silhouettes of farmers, clergymen. I have a child’s knowledge of the
history: the gist is there and it is clear, yet any semblance of nuance is lost
in the language. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
More important than that, the auca is how I first learned
the story of my grandfather, as his history was displayed in the television
room of my grandparents’ house. It is here I learned that he went to school in
Barcelona, through the amateur sketches of Casa Milà—it is where I understood
the drawings and the story behind it all because it meant something: here was
my grandfather, a great man, I had always been told, & here was proof—in
crude sketches of petroleum in beakers, of lines meant to signify motion coming
off of an airplane wing, of him running, always running; the small loops meant
to represent sweat, to represent effort. I would point & ask for a
translation, but by that point the stories had become lore: of leaving Spain
& coming to America, of returning, of coming & going in a flash; in as
long as it took to start a new panel.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My grandfather wrote a book in Catalan on running; he
founded the Barcelona Marathon in the early 80s & was known as a runner
during a time where it was still very much in its early stages as a sport. I am
trying my best to translate it all, despite not knowing the words beyond the
occasional noun, the various conjugations of <i>córrer</i>. The book itself has illustrations; mostly pen and ink
drawings in hyper-realist ways, hard lines and shadow. & yet when it comes
time to learn a new language, we focus on images—of cartoons of apples &
libraries & pools & the words spilling out from underneath them, with
their diacritic marks and their vowels doubled up in the strangest of places.
We are not told the word in English because it is not important. What is
important is that we know where we are going and where we are from, despite not
having the words for it.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
*****<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Brian Oliu is originally from New Jersey & currently lives in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. Recent work appears or is forthcoming in <i>TriQuarterly</i>, <i>Mojo</i>, <i>Drunken Boat</i>, & <i>MonkeyBicycle</i>.
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
christopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-35436083261502027712013-06-18T11:13:00.000-05:002013-06-18T11:13:22.129-05:00Authors on Artists: James Tadd Adcox on Thornton Dial<span style="font-size: x-large;">If I’m That Good They’ll Have to Kill Me </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">by James Tadd Adcox
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CxU0nt100L8/UbyKSvrgOBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/IPqOkAJzHxo/s1600/tadd1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CxU0nt100L8/UbyKSvrgOBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/IPqOkAJzHxo/s1600/tadd1.gif" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">Who Got the Corn</i><span style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: start;">, 2012 </span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i><br /></i></div>
I can’t find a single picture of a piece by Thornton Dial
that actually gets at what I like about his work. I look at these photographs
and I think, that looks nice. They look very composed. They look skillful. In
some cases they look pretty. Homey. Like something you might find at a
particularly good craft fair.<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When the security guard at the High Museum in Atlanta told
me that I wasn’t allowed to take pictures, I thought: “No real loss.”<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-grSyJcbAg0M/UbyK0h1uy2I/AAAAAAAAAus/N4hOHf_balI/s1600/tadd2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="489" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-grSyJcbAg0M/UbyK0h1uy2I/AAAAAAAAAus/N4hOHf_balI/s640/tadd2.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">Lost Cows</i><span style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: start;">, 2000-2001</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Faced with Dial’s work, and the failure of photographs to
get at it, I want to start making grand pronouncements. Something along the
lines of “art is that which cannot be photographed.” But I immediately start
thinking of counterexamples, good art that stands up perfectly well to
photographic reproduction.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I suspect, instead, that what cannot be photographed is the
overwhelmingness. There are qualities of Dial’s work, conventional artistic
qualities, like color, balance, overall composition, that come across perfectly
well.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Certainly there are photographs that are overwhelming. But
in such cases, I suspect the overwhelmingness is a property of the photograph
itself, that there is no necessary connection between the overwhelmingness of a
subject and that of the photo. Photographs tend to make subjects that are
themselves overwhelming less so: mountains become pretty; the sea becomes
harmless, a set design. Dial’s works—do we call them paintings?
Sculptures?—become less threatening. The composition (which recedes in the
immediacy of the experience when I encounter a work by Dial) becomes
foregrounded.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7wxCdLcUVtA/UbyLITxJydI/AAAAAAAAAu0/jJKsscsCk10/s1600/tadd3.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7wxCdLcUVtA/UbyLITxJydI/AAAAAAAAAu0/jJKsscsCk10/s1600/tadd3.gif" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">High and Wide (Carrying the Rats to the Man)</i><span style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: start;">, 2002</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Dial’s work has been referred to as “folk art” or “outsider
art.”<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1JlYgAJ0t3w/UbyLYzxh1GI/AAAAAAAAAu8/RTnNvue6-EI/s1600/tadd4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="489" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1JlYgAJ0t3w/UbyLYzxh1GI/AAAAAAAAAu8/RTnNvue6-EI/s640/tadd4.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">Strange Fruit, Channel 42</i><span style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: start;">, 2003</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
It is impossible for an English speaker to actually know
what English sounds like, that is, to encounter English as a purely aesthetic
object. We can imitate other languages without knowing those languages (as an
easy example, think of the Muppets’ Swedish Chef), but it is the not-knowing
that allows us to imitate them; it is more-or-less impossible for us to imitate
English.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
You might remember how it was before you learned to read.
When you looked at writing, you didn’t simply ignore it; you couldn’t; it
hummed with a sort of electric power; when you imitated it—most children do—you
were not imitating the meaning of the writing, but the experience of it.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Or if you have learned another language: consider how
different that language sounded before you understood it, how difficult, if not
impossible it is, to hear the language now the way you heard it then.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGBQMlsa8eo/UbyLud_Gk2I/AAAAAAAAAvE/-fFmmNa_x6s/s1600/tadd5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGBQMlsa8eo/UbyLud_Gk2I/AAAAAAAAAvE/-fFmmNa_x6s/s640/tadd5.jpg" width="528" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">Lost Farm (Billy Goat Hill)</i><span style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: start;">, 2000</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
The media for <i>Lost
Farm (Billy Goat Hill)</i> are listed as the following: desiccated goat, rat,
and turkey; steel; rope; carpet; rope carpet; peach basket; wood; tire scraps;
plastic toys; shoes; motor-oil bottle; wire fencing; chairs; ironing board;
farm and construction tools; wire; paintbrushes; enamel; spray paint; and
Splash Zone compound on canvas and wood.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NozD6bqO-uc/UbyL_-fHMCI/AAAAAAAAAvM/X6VUf1xnBsw/s1600/tadd6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="389" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NozD6bqO-uc/UbyL_-fHMCI/AAAAAAAAAvM/X6VUf1xnBsw/s640/tadd6.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: start;"> </span><i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">Trophies (Doll Factory)</i><span style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: start;">, 2000</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
The art I like best exhausts me. The first time I saw Dial’s
career retrospective <i>Hard Truths</i>, I couldn’t make it all the way
through. This is now the sixth time I have gone to see <i>Hard Truths</i>, in
the second museum.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-utW0hqPcunQ/UbyMRMs2_II/AAAAAAAAAvU/hAC0PxXG4_E/s1600/tadd7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="495" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-utW0hqPcunQ/UbyMRMs2_II/AAAAAAAAAvU/hAC0PxXG4_E/s640/tadd7.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">New Light</i><span style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: start;">, 2004</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
At the High Museum, an older, balding man is leading two
young boys through the exhibition. “That represents the hard times,” the man
says, “the death of the animals at the farm.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What’s that?” asks one of the boys, pointing to the ropes.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“His frustration. He couldn’t get away from the farm.” They
walk on to another piece. “And this represents when he got electricity.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In each case, he knew just what each piece meant. He could
look at a piece and say immediately, and what he said was what that piece was,
precisely, and having pronounced this he and the two boys had nothing left to
look at, and would move on.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
*******</div>
<br />
James Tadd Adcox is the author of <i>The Map of the System of Human Knowledge</i>, a collection of stories, available from Tiny Hardcore Press. He lives in Chicago.<br />
<br />
<br />christopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-32399286316472217262013-06-04T11:07:00.000-05:002013-06-04T12:45:45.252-05:00Authors on Artists: Nick Sturm on Broken Umbrellas<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">BROKEN UMBRELLAS</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: large;">by Nick Sturm</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAsr77QffKA/Ua4MX4x-gaI/AAAAAAAAAuM/4e8rYOgAbbk/s1600/nick1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAsr77QffKA/Ua4MX4x-gaI/AAAAAAAAAuM/4e8rYOgAbbk/s640/nick1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">But I don’t set much stock in things<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Beyond the weather and the certainties of living and dying:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The rest is optional. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 1.25in; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt;">
</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">John
Ashbery, “Houseboat Days”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I recently started following Neil Young on Twitter. In
December he tweeted “I like weather.” “Driftin’ Back,” the first song on <i>Psychedelic Pill</i>, the second of two new
Neil Young & Crazyhorse albums released in 2012, is over 27 minutes of
rough-fuzz fuck you to expectations about trimmed up, digestible music. “Gonna
get me a hip hop hair cut,” he sings between long stretches of trembling
distortions, “Gonna get a hip hop hair cut / Gonna get a hip hop hair cut.” “I
might be a Pagan.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I really like seeing broken umbrellas. I have for a long
time. The weather in Florida guarantees their appearance more frequently than
any other place I’ve lived. Especially here in the capital where appearances
reign. I walk through downtown after a storm and there they are, angrily
discarded. Large trashy flowers. Someone got wet. I am being told something
about value and meaning, about form. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“The open text is one which both acknowledges the vastness
of the world and is formally differentiating. It is the form that opens it, in
that case.” – Lyn Hejinian, “The Rejection of Closure”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It isn’t as simple as saying the umbrella is significant or
beautiful because it’s broken. I’m not interested in the object so much as the
forces it reveals. Of course the poems are necessary, but they point to
the something beyond them. “Merciful, purple, my night hammer reeked” – Anthony
McCann. Sometimes we get close to that something. Traces. Tears. There is an
affective residue that comes off it. I have to acknowledge my own unknowable
coordinates in relation to it. An aporic referent. The inexplicable. What happened
or what made it happen? I don’t know. It’s not that easy. I don’t feel
something because the umbrella’s brokenness puts it at odds with utility. I
feel something because somebody’s life was altered, because they lost control,
had to make a choice. And that life can be very far away, in all the ways that
means, but now it has a shape. It won’t close. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Aesthetic experiences are all I have.” – Jon Woodward,
“Uncanny Valley”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I have two umbrellas. One is American flag patterned. It was
in a closet in my apartment when I moved in. Sometimes when I’m restless I’ll
open it and walk from room to room. I’ve done this a few times. It’s calming.
Do you ever do things like this? Lay down on the kitchen floor? Take balloons
to the beach? I think it is a way of saying to the world <i>you haven’t got me figured out yet</i>. To be inexplicable. Not for
effect. But because you are being honest. With your artifice. Or otherwise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">In an essay called “The Esthetics of Ambiguity: Reverdy’s
Use of Syntactical Simultaneity,” Eric Sellin quotes another essay called
“Creativity and Culture” by Morris I. Stein: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The creative person has a lower
threshold, or greater sensitivity, for the gaps or the lack of closure that
exist in the environment. The sensitivity to these gaps in any one case may
stem largely from forces in the environment or from forces in the individual.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Associated with this sensitivity is the
creative individual’s capacity to <i>tolerate
ambiguity</i>…. I mean that the individual is capable of existing amidst a state
of affairs in which he does not comprehend all that is going on, but he
continues to effect resolution despite the present lack of homeostasis.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I think what is most compelling here is that the description
is not relegated strictly to process, but to all experience. These ubiquitous
“forces.” Internal and external. At odds. But also a radical synchronicity.
Which is also a dissonance. Sellin continues: “The creative experience is at
once a self-realizing and a self-destroying process.” How true this is seems to
depend on what we find valuable or meaningful, or how we even talk about those
words. Like, is the poem a thing you make or a thing that makes you? Do you put
the world in the poem or is the poem a world, worlds? How true this is seems to
depend on how your attention then tunes itself. To be clear, without knowing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Keats sits down to write his brother a letter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The other umbrella I acquired in a bus terminal in Charlotte
a few months ago. My flight had been cancelled, due to weather, and I’d spent
the night on a friend of a friend’s couch. The next morning I walked downtown
to catch a bus to the airport. I was standing in the wrong line when a woman on
her phone, running by, knocked into my backpack. I staggered a little and
turned to see her, still going, adjusting her purse onto her shoulder. She did
not look back. I walked to where I was supposed to be and felt something
swinging from my backpack. It was an umbrella. Black and white. It had somehow
hooked on when she bumped into me. But a pattern I can’t describe. It was brand
new. The woman was gone. It was tightly wrapped with a slipcover, which seemed
unnecessary. I got on the bus. There was weather. I got on the plane.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“The rest is optional,” as Ashbery says, “the rest” being
our weak grasping at certainty, our illusory belief in control. The poem
continues:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> To
praise this, blame that,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Leads one
subtly away from the beginning, where<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> We must
stay, in motion. To flash light<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Into the
house within, its many chambers,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Its memories
and associations, upon its inscribed<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> And
pictured walls, argues enough that life is various.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Variousness. To look closely, but also widely. To have a
feeling, but to allow it its own wild autonomy. A necessary openness. An
endless inscription. There is no third term synthesis between certainty and
uncertainty. There is a 50% chance it will rain today. There is a 50% chance it
will not rain today. There is your door. There is your chance. And you walk
through it. Not necessarily over and over. But continuously. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I enter the poems as I entered my own life, moving between
an initiation and a terminus I cannot name.” – Robert Duncan, “Equilibrations” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Jon Woodward’s <i>Uncanny
Valley</i> is a book made of waves, breaks, dissipations, static, magic, fire, charges,
accumulations, flows, overflows, currents, circuits, spirals, dissolutions,
echoes, pours, wrecks, crystals, swirls, gushes, blasts, transformations,
clatterings, unconnections, dismemberments. It foregrounds the impossible
architecture of the image. “Put my hand / Outside a real horse.” It is a
machine with skin on everything. “Everything is a receptive sensor.” The book’s
first poem, “Huge Dragonflies,” is seven pages of holy stuttering fire around
the phrase “Hope dwells eternally there,” a line repeated, distorted, and made
so referentially manifold over the course of the poem that its promise of
salvation is as terrifying as it is enigmatic. “The stars eat her body on the
air.” Trees are syntax enough. The weather in grammar’s bodies. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Frankenstein’s
women who sing an inside-out melody<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Whose
throats are haunted by stairwells’ throats<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> To form the
buzz-golemesses of speech<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Speech
insects rub legs together who<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Make use of
the stairwell but never the stairs<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> To fill the
stairwell with legs<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The footnotes are numinous, too. Numerous. Instructions are
included and/or (dis)assembly is required. “Lines notated like the previous two
/ Are repeated (as a pair) / As many times as the reader desires, / From zero
to 255, before continuing.” This is how I know I am not “making” sense. I am
participating in larger ineffable patterns. “Simply an enunciation.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I keep hoping you will interrupt me.” – Darcie Dennigan,
“Funeral for a Wallflower”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Some of my friends have confused the overwhelming joy I
experience when I see a broken umbrella with a hatred of umbrellas that are not
broken, or with a loathing for people who use umbrellas. This is not the case.
I’m on the satisfied side of indifference knowing that people, including
myself, have the ability to avoid, as much as possible, getting wet when it
rains. It is important to know when to be practical. I think metaphors are very
useful, too. I have more than two of them. But I don’t “make” them. I’m in a
poem and there one is. Or I am trying to do something else and one latches on
and I have to stumble around for a while before I know it’s there. I don’t know
what they’re doing or where they came from. I don’t even necessarily want them.
But I am using words, which know more than me, which are already spilling the
energies of comparison, which already contain every accentuation of similarity
and dissimilarity. I am humbled in the presence of the larger, uncontrollable
patterns at work in and around me. When I am paying attention they come down on
me. Not as metaphors really. As a sound. A gap. A force. A pattern. Plural of
all these things. But those are already metaphors. They break. I am soaking
afterwards. I don’t want to plan on it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Metaphors are not for humans.” – Jack Spicer, “A Textbook
of Poetry”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“is the mouth where you live? is the mouth where you live
like a push down on the land?” – Carrie Lorig, “c a t t l e h u r t e r” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What if I don’t want to make things easier on myself? What
if I’d rather be wrong? Not as a position against, but because that’s what
feels true? My least favorite poetry term is “controlled metaphor.” My least
favorite poems are poems that are only poems. Poems are machines, not pets. And
the most interesting things happen when they do not happen the way we expected
them to. Forces are at work. Beyond our control. And as Dean Young asks, “What
can’t be made more beautiful by an out-of-order sign?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p7bVt_32jiI/Ua1f0Vyzd7I/AAAAAAAAAts/38lhxBhERDI/s1600/nick2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p7bVt_32jiI/Ua1f0Vyzd7I/AAAAAAAAAts/38lhxBhERDI/s640/nick2.jpg" width="535" /></a></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A number of René Magritte’s paintings include images of
umbrellas, such as <i>Hegel’s Holiday</i>.
In MOMA’s 1965 book on Magritte, James Thrall Soby claims this painting
“typifies Magritte’s deliciously subversive wit in that an umbrella supports a
tumbler full of the water it is meant to repel.” Sure, but what’s more
subversive is that no one is holding the umbrella. Ontologically, you could say
it’s broken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Chris Martin in an interview at The Conversant about his
book, <i>Becoming Weather</i>:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I am interested in weather as a figure
of humility enforcement. Nothing eats us anymore, or at least very rarely, and
the only non-human thing tempering our pride is weather. And viruses. But I
wanted to talk about weather. And I wanted weather to be inside our bodies. And
I wanted weather to be linguistic. And I wanted weather to signal, once and for
all, the inherent disequilibrium of existence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Everyone knows what the umbrella and the sewing machine were
doing on the dissecting table. But no one asks about the dissecting table. It
was only the occasion. It very quickly became unnecessary. This is unfortunate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Poetry workshops can be great. They have been very important
for me. But they tend to be based on a performance of separations. Poetry from
prose. Understanding from confusion. Completion from incompletion. Literature
from art. Language from experience. Questions like, “Does every line end with a
strong word?” are being asked. Is that how I’ll know I love you?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">In Northern Florida there are signs along some parts of the
highway that say FOG SMOKE. They are huge signs. They want you to know there is
or was or is going to be FOG SMOKE. One part weather, one part transformation.
A precise, exciting kind of incongruence. Like riding into Carrie Lorig’s <i>nods</i>. I am in something thick and
turbulent and holy and untranslatable. A belief in difficult combinations.
Where you came from and where you’re going are semantic concerns, if concerns
at all. It is a feeling. More importantly, more potentially, Lorig’s poems are
the monsters most of us avoid breathing into. She is brave enough, cares
enough, to sing in the color of their mouths. THEY ARE ALL STRONG WORDS. It’s
true, it’s not clear if FOG SMOKE is a warning or a warming up to how the world
overwhelms us. But to be enveloped in that confusion, developed by it, to allow
your whole body to confirm it, to be formed by it, is to have faith in the not
knowing that gives opaqueness clarity. What you can see depends on how you
define seeing, how you defire seething. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> i
am funny wet i am so stupid and wet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> the pain
cattle at last spit<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">blood when it rains. i made them crowd.
i made them warehouse. i made them dots. i made them swallow cow magnets. i
made them much. i made them much that don’t go. i made them in front of a
flower standing that bust went out of. their body is not cleaned, but it is fed
into a place sometimes language goes all the time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Language, like the body, stores and leaks a lot of pain. But
there is a desirous optimism rooting Lorig’s poem-fields. They are weather
sounds. They are the broken umbrellas crawling out of the gutters and into your
window. Reading these poems I am convinced there is no such thing as an excess
of feeling. Only a continuous inseparability of language from life, word from
body. I don’t need to understand. I can hear you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Julie Andrews witchily descends from the sky with an umbrella
in the 1964 version of <i>Mary Poppins</i>.
A later scene includes this dialogue:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Mr. Banks:
Mary Poppins, what is the meaning of this outrage?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Mary
Poppins: I beg your pardon?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Mr. Banks:
Would you be good enough to explain all this?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Mary
Poppins: First of all, I would like to make one thing quite clear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Mr. Banks:
Yes?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Mary
Poppins: I never explain anything. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Indeterminacy.” – John Cage <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The weatherman is the literary critic who only talks about
the future. He is a complete failure. I love him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When Gene Kelly famously dances through the rain with an
umbrella in the 1952 musical <i>Singin’ in
the Rain</i>, he doesn’t “use” the umbrella, or he doesn’t use it like it’s
intended to be used. Rather, it becomes the thing beside language, his song,
that heightens the effect of his love-struck whimsy. The early height of the
song, and Kelly’s close-up in the scene, comes when Kelly takes off his hat,
closes his eyes, and holds his arms out singing “Come on with the rain, I’ve a
smile on my face.” Later, a cop approaches as Kelly splashes and stomps through
puddles to the beat of the song, music that is obviously inaudible to this
sudden manifestation of the symbolic order. Kelly steps back to the sidewalk,
smiles, shrugs, closes the umbrella, therefore acknowledging its
impracticality, and the last verse becomes his innocent explanation to the
figure’s stern silence: “I’m dancin’ and singin’ in the rain.” The scene ends
with Kelly handing the umbrella to a passer-by, an act of generosity that
confirms to the audience he is worthy of Debbie Reynolds’ love. My students are
often baffled when I suggest they write using language as if they don’t know
what it’s for. It takes them time to see purposelessness as a kind of purpose.
I tell them there is a feeling behind it. However vaguely, the desire to be
transformed. To say “the rest is optional” is more than to shrug at the cop,
it’s to make the cop powerless. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Clouds, big
ones oh it’s<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> blowing up
wild outside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Be
something for me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> this time.
Change me,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> wind.
Change me, rain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 1.25in; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]-->-<span style="font-size: 7pt;">
</span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Alice Notley, untitled<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The “X” in the title of Darcie Dennigan’s <i>Madame X</i> is that drenched, potential
referent that guarantees the uncontrollability of our transformations.
Inconsummate, unidentifiable, sexual, forbidden, multiple, a mask, a feast. It
is both omission and content. Excess and absence. <s>Content</s>. There’s no
keeping the words safe from their own weather. Or us, for what (that)
matter(s): “This is me typing – Darcie. I am a human. / At least, when I am not
a monster, with boobs and mouth and fingers.” Indeterminacy. Being people being
trembling things leaking out of it. To be brave, and not, in not knowing. With
our surety, over ourselves and what we make, so terrifyingly unsure. With that
in mind, <i>Madame X</i> has catastrophe in
mind. Titles: “The Atoll,” “The Contaminants,” “The Shooter,” “The Drought,”
“The Half-Life,” “The End is Near.” Many of the poems are filled with ellipses,
those trails into the ether:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It’s
hard to tell the difference … if … you talk enough … <i>I donned these black robes and lived in shadows and </i>… It was time
for a rhetorical gesture … Of course of course I nod with a nod … a nod
magnanimous … a nod sagacious … a nod to a slide of particularly dark … trees …
<i>Of course the wilderness spreads woe unto
him</i> … <i>who carries the wilderness with
him</i> … and the audience member … I had him … I knew … Thus … I parted my
robes … to show … marching in and out of my cunt … the ants … Then … the robes
… I shut … He … the audience … was no longer standing … very close … Goodness …
! I chided … Such distance …<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Whitman, who also so irreverently took possession of the
body, its meaning and value and ability, touches what can’t be touched with the
ellipsis: “All this I swallow and it tastes good …. I like it well, and it
becomes mine,” “I dilate you with tremendous breath …. I buoy you up; / Every
room of the house do I fill with an armed force …. lovers of me, bafflers of
graves,” “Confused …. a pastreading …. another, but with darkness yet.”
Permeability. Performance. Perforation. Dennigan: “I think it has something to
do with asking to be broken”…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Poems that allow the possibility of being damaged by the
forces they should supposedly be in control of. How they accommodate that
possibility. Exacerbate it. When I say my least favorite poems are poems that
are only poems, I mean poems that don’t allow this possibility. Then I don’t
feel anything. I do not experience the world in a controlled manner. I am alone
in the produce section when a head of lettuce rolls off the shelf onto the
floor and a void opens around us. Two weeks later at a wedding someone tells me
a story about a lettuce farmer they know, about how much he loves growing
lettuce. The void opens further. I am experiencing a metaphor. Synchronicity.
Dissonance. A llama in Virginia looks up to a dropped cell phone call. I see
something inexplicable. A kind of trembling. A few minutes later I tell Kelin
about it. She says, “There’s magic here.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“And the human witness of this passion is rightly stunned by
the incongruity of it. Lifting a human being into a metaphor.” – Jack Spicer,
“A Textbook of Poetry”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A song called “Broken Umbrella” appears
on Martina McBride’s most recent album, <i>Eleven</i>. An
obvious fusion of “Let it Snow!” and the YOLO sentiment of Kelly’s dance scene
in <i>Singin’ in the Rain</i>, it is
horrible. Yet, in the midst of its poorly grafted pop sentiment there is a
welcoming of darker circumstances: “With your hand in mine, / The sun always
shines, / No matter what the weatherman says. / I don’t mind the flood.” The
flood. To be consumed. Even here, though it’s quickly swept away, is the
recognition that our undoing is simultaneously our becoming.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">
“FLASHBLOODFLASHBLOODFLASHBLOODFLASHBLOODFLASHBLOOD” – Carrie Lorig
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I recently met a poet. This poet graduated from one of the most prestigious MFA programs in the country. We were at a bar. I told this poet that I take theory classes over workshops because they tune me differently, more dynamically. I think they are better for the poems, for now, for me being a human and a body in the world, which then goes back into the poems, which then goes back into being a human and a body, etc. I said this knowing it is not a common thing for a “creative writer” to say. Then the poet asked me, “Aren’t you worried about the theory affecting your poems?” I changed the subject and drank more beer. Behind that question is the thing I write poems in an attempt to obliterate: the failure of the imagination. I went outside and stood in the parking lot for a long time. For no reason.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“[T]he imperative of herdlike timidity: ‘At some point, we
want there to be <i>nothing more to be
afraid of</i>!’” – Friedrich Nietzsche, <i>Beyond
Good and Evil</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“When I wake up in the morning and it’s raining, I feel like
rolling in the mud.” – Lyn Hejinian, <i>My
Life</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*</span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I wasn’t in the “wrong line” in the Charlotte bus terminal. Wrong in relation to what? I had an intention. But more powerful patterns were already at work. Does every wrong line end with an unintentional umbrella?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*</span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Before any of the poems in Chris Martin’s <i>Becoming Weather</i> you have to walk
through words from Alice Notley, Joan Jonas, and Friedrich Nietzsche. To be
populated by voices. “I might be a Pagan.” To welcome the saturation.
Agitation. Not over and over. But continuously. The alternative is an untenable
single-mindedness, an illusory stability. “And I wanted weather to be inside
our bodies. And I wanted weather to be linguistic. And I wanted weather to
signal, once and for all, the inherent disequilibrium of existence.” To
recognize yourself as not apart. This is an act of humbleness. Of compassion.
“I’m asking you / to accompany me // through the deformations.” The hand absent
in Magritte’s painting is recognized elsewhere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">In
this abundance, this dance of answers, one answer was the form from which the
others emerged. This answer, of course, was the body. And the body, of course,
is full of answers. We called it corporeal order: that which speaks volume in
overspill, excess, slip, and surprise; that which will not be still. We learned
perpetual rearrangement, learned to stray from the dictates of convenience.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It is not a coincidence that all of these poets so acutely
and relentlessly think from the body. (I didn’t plan this part.) “[W]hat is it
a body <i>does</i>?” asks Martin. It
repeats. It opens. It emphasizes. It always shifts along with “the shifting
limit / of equilibrium ceaselessly / lurching askew.” It gets wet. I know
myself, however indeterminately, because “repetition is desire.” Desire in all
the connective ways possible. Am I worried the theory will affect my poems?
Enter Ronald Barthes and that active (act of) be-coming. Am I worried that if
it rains I’ll get wet? Enter Audre Lorde:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Another important way in which the
erotic connection functions is the open and fearless underlining of my capacity
for joy. In the way my body stretches to music and opens into response,
hearkening to its deepest rhythms, so every level upon which I sense also opens
to the erotically satisfying experience, whether it is dancing, building a
bookcase, writing a poem, examining an idea.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">This opening is the foundation of my enthusiasm for the
broken umbrella, that connection to the ineffable, to those patternless
patterns my own necessary structures manifest themselves in relation to. I am
always trying to become better through these moments. To be with Hejinian in
the mud. To not set much stock in things, beyond (…). To be more than an
audience. To love, however uncontrollably. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I am becoming weather <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> and<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> I
don’t<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> plan
on doing<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> it
alone<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Omev4l1m4t0/Ua1gHeaKqUI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ejItCg0uUco/s1600/nick3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Omev4l1m4t0/Ua1gHeaKqUI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ejItCg0uUco/s640/nick3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">Jon Woodward's </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;"><a href="http://www.spdbooks.org/Producte/9781880834992/uncanny-valley.aspx">Uncanny Valley</a></i></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">Darcie Dennigan's </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;"><a href="http://www.spdbooks.org/Producte/9780982237687/madame-x.aspx">Madame X</a></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">Chris Martin's </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;"><a href="http://www.spdbooks.org/Producte/9781566892599/becoming-weather.aspx">Becoming Weather</a></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">Carrie Lorig's </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;"><a href="http://magichelicopterpress.com/lorig.htm">nods.</a></i></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*****</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Times","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></div>
Nick Sturm is the author of <i>How We Light</i>, forthcoming from H_NGM_N Books, as well as a number of chapbooks including, with Wendy Xu, <i>I Was Not Even Born</i> (Coconut) and, with Carrie Lorig, <i>Nancy and The Dutch</i> (NAP). Poems have appeared or are forthcoming in <i>Black Warrior Review</i>, <i>Typo</i>, <i>jubilat</i>, <i>Sixth Finch</i>, and elsewhere. He is from Akron, Ohio and lives in Tallahassee, Florida.<br />
<br />
<br />christopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-8234907869127825982013-05-15T14:04:00.000-05:002013-05-15T14:04:26.738-05:00Authors on Artists: Sean Lovelace on Falling<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 24px;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>The Art of Falling</b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 24px;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: large;">by Sean Lovelace</span></span></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
I know falling, its
joys and consequences. Its ups and downs. I started early, the usual
somersaults and tumbles, then, at age seven, while skipping backwards, seven
stiches on the chin. Another 11 stitches in the knee, while repeatedly (a
consistent attribute of my falling—again and again—we fall into habits) leaping
out of the back of my grandfather’s parked pickup truck onto gravel. In my
teens I jumped from trees, once misjudging a gap and lodging my neck in the V
of two branches, the blow and the ache and the spinning darkness not unlike the
multiple times I’d fallen from on high and “knocked my breath out.” Still, I
enjoyed this experience, the surge and tug, the stirring within and without,
the whir and plummet and jolt. During my collegiate years, I leapt from moving
vehicles (resulting in several concussions), but my real specialty was houses.
I greatly admired launching from the roofs of houses, the rush, the thump, the
roll (Ukemi: the martial art of falling), all of this culminating at age 30,
when I leapt from a house during the middle of an Alabama summer drought, the
dirt yard as concrete, the left heel (calcaneus) shaped like an egg. And like
an egg, crushed. Thus I retired from the majority of my falling. But I am still
a devotee. Gymnastics, Parkour, the <i>Ninja
Warrior</i> TV series, most any performance artist who works in the medium of
falling. The fall, as in motion, as in expression of the mind and body, possibly
as elemental as movement, the gears within our ancient synapses, possibly as
metaphorical…A man is born. A man walks the earth. A man leaps. He may appear
to be flying. A man falls.
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpwxfHZ41Xk/UZJX-iXUZsI/AAAAAAAAAsA/yj9eFSFElPI/s1600/sean1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="632" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpwxfHZ41Xk/UZJX-iXUZsI/AAAAAAAAAsA/yj9eFSFElPI/s640/sean1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
A man possibly loses style points for the helmet, but
still: caught there, falling. The line, the body. The act captivating, the
image of. Parkour as expressing the primal within the constructed, urban space.
The rail, the fencing (the cage?), the glass and steel building—escape!
Subversion. Art.
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGngxoCL1og/UZJYYGWei4I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/mKCpFAAuPiE/s1600/sean3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGngxoCL1og/UZJYYGWei4I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/mKCpFAAuPiE/s640/sean3.jpg" width="471" /></a></div>
<i><br /></i>
<i>Leap into the Void</i>, by Yves Klein.
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Klein was an artist and
an expert in Judo, another variety of falling. He stated to have once claimed
the Earth’s atmosphere by signing his autograph on the sky, though I’m not
exactly sure his methodology (except for painting thousands of monochrome, blue
images). In 1960, years before Parkour or Photoshop, Klein leapt out of a
window. Most admirable is the individual bicycling along oblivious (assisting
in structure and theme), potentially an allusion to “Landscape with the Fall of
Icarus,” an iconic painting by Peter Breugel (though many contest this
attribution), wherein Icarus is splashing into the sea but no one really
notices or seems to care. Klein said he used his “falling” photograph as
evidence of his ability to undertake unaided lunar travel (“To paint space, I
owe it to myself to go there, to that very space…”). Klein said we shouldn’t
use tricks to levitate. Klein used a trick to levitate. No Photoshop, but he
did merge two negatives: these two:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kTv9WpKkAr0/UZJYonQUm3I/AAAAAAAAAsY/MTPfh_dOCv4/s1600/sean4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kTv9WpKkAr0/UZJYonQUm3I/AAAAAAAAAsY/MTPfh_dOCv4/s1600/sean4.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">But what of it? The man did fall. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">As did American artist
Paul McCarthy: “</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">I
jumped out of a window in the sculpture department in a homage to Yves Klein.”
McCarthy seems very Parkour, as in his body as instrument, as brush and canvas.
He would often cover his body in paint or ketchup or, say, feces. Once, while
vomiting repeatedly, he stuck a Barbie doll up his own rectum, and so on, until
the audience had reached its tolerance threshold. They all left. (Grad students
had to clean up the room, BTW, which must have been grand.) There is something
in this essence—<i>I just cannot watch</i>—contained
in tight wire walkers, BASE jumpers (I actually half-squint as I watch them on
Youtube), other varieties of falling, or almost-falling, or
waiting-to-fall…especially in photographs. You didn’t see the leap, you didn’t
see the landing. You see the fall. An art that wants you to look and look away.
Query: Is falling natural or obscene? Query: Do we want the person to fall?
Query: Ever had an odd urge while standing along the edge? Query: What is that
feeling in the pit of the stomach?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hexvboFhTPU/UZJYzZyaTZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/nGYgcdmfPRs/s1600/sean5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hexvboFhTPU/UZJYzZyaTZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/nGYgcdmfPRs/s1600/sean5.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Paul McCarthy’s <em>Complex
Shit, </em>basically inflatable feces. (One summer day in 2008 Switzerland this
sculpture took off in a wind, but like anything else, it eventually
descended, bringing down a power line, breaking several windows, and landing on
a children’s home.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Other
homages to Klein?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BA3NCPhQ1eQ/UZJY99_BB_I/AAAAAAAAAso/FeLrQiUswEI/s1600/sean6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BA3NCPhQ1eQ/UZJY99_BB_I/AAAAAAAAAso/FeLrQiUswEI/s1600/sean6.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.denis-darzacq.com/">DenisDarzachq</a>, a photographer of young people, specifically while in free-fall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUpKoSf93vQ/UZJZMPIWTYI/AAAAAAAAAsw/LQ1aw-xyWpg/s1600/sean7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUpKoSf93vQ/UZJZMPIWTYI/AAAAAAAAAsw/LQ1aw-xyWpg/s1600/sean7.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Darzachq
believes these photographs are a metaphor for the current socioeconomic
situation of France. Here is a fascinating video of how these images are
created (No, not with Photoshop). Note the seriousness of those who fall. The
expression.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5HonzF8LbLE" width="640"></iframe></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C2YPgT4NPHo/UZJZ19ObVKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/vidmB1BfRpo/s1600/sean8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C2YPgT4NPHo/UZJZ19ObVKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/vidmB1BfRpo/s640/sean8.jpg" width="534" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.skarbakka.com/portfolios/struggle.htm">Kerry Skarbakka</a>, who references philosopher Martin Heidegger’s description of human existence as a process of perpetual falling. To deteriorate. To lapse. To fall away from the self. To fall into the world. Yes, there is a philosophy of falling.
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bDWoQlyq90/UZJaRWyP5DI/AAAAAAAAAtA/cZ-toCyNhmw/s1600/sean10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bDWoQlyq90/UZJaRWyP5DI/AAAAAAAAAtA/cZ-toCyNhmw/s640/sean10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<a href="http://www.nigelrolfe.com/">Nigel Rolfe</a>: “I did do some very extreme physical things while devoted to pushing my work forward, both self-violating and destructive: concussions, dislocations.”
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MR2VQj88zUc/UZJan5J3fXI/AAAAAAAAAtI/lUwTrRMlizo/s1600/sean11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MR2VQj88zUc/UZJan5J3fXI/AAAAAAAAAtI/lUwTrRMlizo/s640/sean11.jpg" width="632" /></a></div>
<br />
<a href="http://www.liweiart.com/">Li Wei</a>? Who manipulates his falls…Is this manipulation a form of falling?
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--CLJBS23Sco/UZJa4PRBmCI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/-frJe8xevdA/s1600/sean12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--CLJBS23Sco/UZJa4PRBmCI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/-frJe8xevdA/s400/sean12.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
From <a href="http://www.markneville.co.uk/works/the-jump-films-works/">Mark Neville</a>’s “The Jump Films,” a most intriguing film project. Neville says, “I made The
Jump Films in Amsterdam whilst at art school there. They were a response,
almost a tribute, to the way in which my experience of iconic, heroic male
performance art from the 1960’s and 70’s—works by Acconci, Bas Jan Ader, and
Chris Burden—was mediated through grainy still images in art history books. The
films were made with a high-speed film camera normally made in car-crash
testing by Rolls Royce, and the resulting sequences, featuring me jumping off
bridges in the Netherlands, are so slow that they make a direct reference to
still photography."<br />
<br />
I have no great interests here in the iconic or
gender status of the 1960’s and 70’s works, or even the interplay between
representation of performance art and the actual art (though these issues are
indeed fascinating). What intrigues me is the technique: the way Neville uses
the camera technology to “capture” the fall. For me, viewing these images was
akin to “leaping” porn (though more interesting than porn—I simply mean to say,
as I watched, my synapses crackled and the dopamine did arrive). Neville caught
what I’ve always admired about falling—the fall itself, or what Yves Klein
referred to as “the mark of the immediate.” <br />
<br />
Acconci? Did organize several broad jumping events.<br />
<br />
Chris Burden? I couldn’t find a lot of falling, but
then again he did have someone nail his open palms to a Volkswagen. He also had
someone shoot him with a rifle. He seemed to be a man who <i>plunged</i> himself into his art. <br />
<br />
Bas Jan Ander. Let’s pause a moment where I once
began—on a moving vehicle, on a roof—and watch two short videos, <i>Fall 1</i> and <i>Fall 2.</i>
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8loz4lHZxwk" width="853"></iframe>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<i>Fall 1 </i>begins
with a straight-back chair, an instrument of the <i>inside, </i>the table or desk, almost Victorian in its lines and
essence, now repurposed (not so unlike the concepts of Parkour), its legs
notching into the peak of the roof. The tumble aslant, and then, at 0:16, a
delicious moment of the chair hanging on its precipice, the shoe wonderfully
flung! The artist into the elemental, the shrubbery, the earth.
<br />
<br />
<i>Fall 2 </i>recreates
the concept, as we move from balance, the mechanical, forward “progress,” but then...splash.
<br />
<br />
The fall. It is exquisite as an art form. In one
act, it asks and then answers so many questions of our brief existence: Why are
we here? What are we doing? What is happening? Where are we headed to? Bas Jan
Ander’s final artistic expression, titled “In Search of the Miraculous,” was to
board a small sailboat and attempt to cross the Atlantic Ocean, alone. Another
of his “experiments with gravity.” Radio contact was soon lost. The boat was
located 10 months later 150 miles off the coast of Ireland, waterlogged, partially
submerged. The artist was never seen again.
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
**********
<br />
<br />
<br />
Sean Lovelace adores life as THE art form and bio/contributor notes the length of this one now. He blogs at <a href="http://seanlovelace.com/">seanlovelace.com</a>. Goodnight.
<br />
<br />
<br />christopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-36498601914765403122013-04-30T08:37:00.000-05:002013-04-30T08:37:28.230-05:00SEX IS A METAPHOR, Curated by Cristine Brache<b><br /></b>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><b>WARNING: </b></b></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>The following NSFW collection contains explicit material intended for an adult audience.
<br />
Viewer Discretion Is Advised.
</b></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">SEX IS A METAPHOR</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Curated by Cristine Brache</span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_30YjuOzETg/UV_f_nJXKAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/eMlPAtlPeyw/s1600/Melanie-Bonajo3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_30YjuOzETg/UV_f_nJXKAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/eMlPAtlPeyw/s400/Melanie-Bonajo3.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKld_0ptacU/UV_f_7peTVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/b1EDsgOCZf0/s1600/19426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="382" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKld_0ptacU/UV_f_7peTVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/b1EDsgOCZf0/s400/19426.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6FtSe9UMik/UV_gA0vSDXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ta8qG9Vr_nM/s1600/tumblr_l4d85losd81qz6pmjo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6FtSe9UMik/UV_gA0vSDXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ta8qG9Vr_nM/s400/tumblr_l4d85losd81qz6pmjo1_500.jpg" width="386" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bY0ur-FmiP0/UV_gAWYN8dI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0taGd-ziQeo/s1600/Melanie-Bonajo_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bY0ur-FmiP0/UV_gAWYN8dI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0taGd-ziQeo/s400/Melanie-Bonajo_4.jpg" width="386" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hv7ryFjutcI/UV_gAhnjFXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ODXZyyB2YM0/s1600/after-life-against-the-world.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hv7ryFjutcI/UV_gAhnjFXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ODXZyyB2YM0/s640/after-life-against-the-world.jpg" width="465" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<!--EndFragment--></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://melaniebonajo.com/">Melanie Bonajo</a></span><br />
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="text-align: left;">The</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 13.5pt; text-align: left;"> false position of the female sex, so conspicuously exposed by the existence of the “lady,” is a fundamental defect in our social condition, and this defect, proceeding from the very heart of it, must extend its harmful influence in every direction. That woman is by nature intended to obey is shown by the fact that every woman who is placed in the unnatural position of absolute independence at once attaches herself to some kind of man, by whom she is controlled and governed; this is because she requires a master. If she, is young, the man is a lover; if she is old, a priest. -- </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="text-align: left;">Schopenhauer</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLAWF-ZyIzM/UV_eLaDPRWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wwJfMckdUBA/s1600/tumblr_mja900lHil1rnukk9o2_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLAWF-ZyIzM/UV_eLaDPRWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wwJfMckdUBA/s640/tumblr_mja900lHil1rnukk9o2_500.jpg" width="425" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKbgLzsQdGM/UV_eP9kR-JI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-cDts5hM9Pk/s1600/tumblr_mja900lHil1rnukk9o1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKbgLzsQdGM/UV_eP9kR-JI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-cDts5hM9Pk/s640/tumblr_mja900lHil1rnukk9o1_1280.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4RZHip_bh4I/UV_eUKuem7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/GUWteVS7TLQ/s1600/tumblr_mja900lHil1rnukk9o3_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4RZHip_bh4I/UV_eUKuem7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/GUWteVS7TLQ/s640/tumblr_mja900lHil1rnukk9o3_1280.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://www.jamesbirkbeck.com/">James Birkbeck</a> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
The referential expanse of my self-imagining unpacks at a deliberate
pace, avoiding resort to parody of the bodies i grow increasingly proximate to,
“real women”. To embrace the exposed epidermis and un-contoured lines of my
body as it is nuanced and sculpted by the determined hands of estrogen. The
same (and bizarrely so) intentional becoming that i perform with each
confrontation with my visage, hyperbolizing the she-elements of my flesh with
brushes, bustiers and carefully proportioned jewelry. To dress, to converse,
and to foreground as acts of cultural production. The ceaseless struggle to be
recognized as the specific nexus of what i represent/embody. Working to
comprehend as metaphor the mid-range volume levels of my face. The width of my
neck and the expanse of my rib cage in tandem with the softened viscosity of
the fat and fluids in my breasts. -- <a href="http://julianahuxtable.tumblr.com/">Julianna Huxtable</a></div>
<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
<o:OfficeDocumentSettings>
<o:AllowPNG/>
</o:OfficeDocumentSettings>
</xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
<w:WordDocument>
<w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>
<w:TrackMoves>false</w:TrackMoves>
<w:TrackFormatting/>
<w:PunctuationKerning/>
<w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing>
<w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing>
<w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery>
<w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery>
<w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/>
<w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>
<w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent>
<w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>
<w:Compatibility>
<w:BreakWrappedTables/>
<w:DontGrowAutofit/>
<w:DontAutofitConstrainedTables/>
<w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/>
</w:Compatibility>
</w:WordDocument>
</xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
<w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="276">
</w:LatentStyles>
</xml><![endif]-->
<!--[if gte mso 10]>
<style>
/* Style Definitions */
table.MsoNormalTable
{mso-style-name:"Table Normal";
mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;
mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;
mso-style-noshow:yes;
mso-style-parent:"";
mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;
mso-para-margin-top:0cm;
mso-para-margin-right:0cm;
mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt;
mso-para-margin-left:0cm;
mso-pagination:widow-orphan;
font-size:12.0pt;
font-family:"Times New Roman";
mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;
mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";
mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;
mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;
mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}
</style>
<![endif]-->
<!--StartFragment-->
<!--EndFragment--></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wVlsm3imU6k/UV_hSRQNwDI/AAAAAAAAAQk/G_-_pb3-Wys/s1600/jh6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wVlsm3imU6k/UV_hSRQNwDI/AAAAAAAAAQk/G_-_pb3-Wys/s640/jh6.png" width="425" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://julianahuxtable.tumblr.com/" style="font-family: inherit;">Julianna Huxtable</a><span style="font-family: inherit;"> modelling for </span><a href="http://www.oaknyc.com/" style="font-family: inherit;">OAK</a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<center>
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="375" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/30776899?portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="500"></iframe> </center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
<a href="http://www.jillianmayer.net/">Jillian Mayer</a> & <a href="http://www.lucasleyva.com/">Lucas Leyva</a></center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This video was originally released on YouTube under the account "JacuzziG@ls" with the accompanying text:</span></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Youtube!!!!</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">we are 6 girls (and one tiny dog) who looooove the J@cuzz1 Boy5!!!!!</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">(don't wory 18+, don't be gross) </span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We made a fan vid a few nites ago we all got together at Karen's new apt. </span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Anyways, this is our favorite song from the new album.</span></span></div>
<br />
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">J@cuzz1 B0ys,</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We know your on tour but want to send you this!!!</span></span></div>
<br />
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">we made this account cuz of all the weirdos on youtube, but if you are in the band send us a message! You guys are so cute!!</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">our dream is to meet the boys, so if anyone that sees this knows them... make sure they see it and know that we are glazin' (lol) for them always!</span></span></div>
<br />
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">hope u all like it!!</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">everyone else don't be pervy, it's just fun! vagina's are so sci-fi, right?</span></span></div>
<br />
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">xoxoxooxoxo</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">smoochies</span></span></div>
<br />
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">PS. GO CANES!!!!</span></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">------------------------------</span></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hey everyone!! UPDATE!! The video was passed along and the Boys finally saw it and THEY LIKED IT!</span></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">LOOK WHAT THEY WROTE US:</span></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Jacuzz1G@lz!</span></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">HOLY... SHIT...</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">What the fuck?! This is so insane & beautiful... We're speechless! This is hands down the coolest thing a fan has ever done... Wow. We wanna ask a million questions, but we won't... but, Yes! we're absolutely down to make this public... We'll now call this the "official" video for Glazin'! It's a masterpiece!</span></span></div>
<br />
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It couldn't have come at a better time...</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Happy Halloween!</span></span></div>
<br />
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Forever in debt,</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Xoxo</span></span></div>
<br />
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">JBs"</span></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">SOOOOO COOOOOLLLL!!!!"</span></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It was banned from youtube, and later posted on vimeo under a "Jacuzz1G@ls" account as well, where it was removed by the record label (H@rd1y Art, a subsidiary of SubPop, which is itself owned by Warner) because they were afraid of litigation stemming from our satirical appropriation of pop culture characters. Despite the fact that we were in fact hired and commissioned by them, they deny all involvement.</span></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We have since hosted it here: <a href="http://jacuzzigals.com/" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">jacuzzigals.com/</a> the same server used by Wikileaks which does not bow to pressure from anyone to censor the content hosted on their site.</span></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<br />
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BF_U6h_88A/UV_kKpnkNVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OQDI2mpezgA/s1600/p1422373573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="395" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BF_U6h_88A/UV_kKpnkNVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OQDI2mpezgA/s400/p1422373573.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-glB36WLtzhw/UV_kKwkfb5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/U-UzBPxdGs8/s1600/p1422366477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="396" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-glB36WLtzhw/UV_kKwkfb5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/U-UzBPxdGs8/s400/p1422366477.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1cIe-Zz1ha0/UV_kLNE2SDI/AAAAAAAAARA/b7Sr7b61N14/s1600/p1422376959.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1cIe-Zz1ha0/UV_kLNE2SDI/AAAAAAAAARA/b7Sr7b61N14/s400/p1422376959.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2iJilX86HZg/UV_kL_WTNEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sRXjlw94jCg/s1600/p1422459777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="396" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2iJilX86HZg/UV_kL_WTNEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sRXjlw94jCg/s400/p1422459777.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OopSuSBF-Ts/UV_kL0fBVkI/AAAAAAAAARU/fANmfSJHyzU/s1600/p1422659140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OopSuSBF-Ts/UV_kL0fBVkI/AAAAAAAAARU/fANmfSJHyzU/s400/p1422659140.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ce0EbP8h4RI/UV_kMvHUSNI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ae_kG77d8pc/s1600/p1422741384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ce0EbP8h4RI/UV_kMvHUSNI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ae_kG77d8pc/s400/p1422741384.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oK1glv-coBI/UV_kNEACeTI/AAAAAAAAARo/jpBywtl6lWI/s1600/p1422765126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="393" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oK1glv-coBI/UV_kNEACeTI/AAAAAAAAARo/jpBywtl6lWI/s400/p1422765126.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e9nU9JSsJXw/UV_kNVvVUVI/AAAAAAAAARs/Qt49yY2ax00/s1600/p1422789251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="396" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e9nU9JSsJXw/UV_kNVvVUVI/AAAAAAAAARs/Qt49yY2ax00/s400/p1422789251.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h_gatDHsGD4/UV_kNZ8SCwI/AAAAAAAAARw/6_8Emji-ni0/s1600/p1422741816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h_gatDHsGD4/UV_kNZ8SCwI/AAAAAAAAARw/6_8Emji-ni0/s400/p1422741816.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://www.douban.com/people/freepig/">Free Pig</a></span></span><br />
<br /></div>
<div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjTGL8MsmEg/UV_livyh2II/AAAAAAAAASE/Jxyw2zVpDKw/s1600/6_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjTGL8MsmEg/UV_livyh2II/AAAAAAAAASE/Jxyw2zVpDKw/s640/6_01.jpg" width="456" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GsqiRcA-m-4/UV_li8cvQMI/AAAAAAAAASM/LYNYJSjWqR0/s1600/6_014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GsqiRcA-m-4/UV_li8cvQMI/AAAAAAAAASM/LYNYJSjWqR0/s640/6_014.jpg" width="452" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGnl94KU31w/UV_li4KqMtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_xcXdORUlYg/s1600/6_011x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGnl94KU31w/UV_li4KqMtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_xcXdORUlYg/s640/6_011x.jpg" width="452" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73ykX0UArn4/UV_lkXI_ySI/AAAAAAAAASc/RZMW01--oFQ/s1600/6_017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73ykX0UArn4/UV_lkXI_ySI/AAAAAAAAASc/RZMW01--oFQ/s640/6_017.jpg" width="456" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Em8wHnf9KQ/UV_lk1bAR6I/AAAAAAAAASo/DwYaxox2NQc/s1600/6_027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Em8wHnf9KQ/UV_lk1bAR6I/AAAAAAAAASo/DwYaxox2NQc/s640/6_027.jpg" width="448" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHIcr7q1kX0/UV_lkkOJqKI/AAAAAAAAASg/dYLfEzr9leA/s1600/6_031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHIcr7q1kX0/UV_lkkOJqKI/AAAAAAAAASg/dYLfEzr9leA/s640/6_031.jpg" width="448" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
from 'La Passion du Bois' by <a href="http://fredericfleury.com/">Frédéric Fleury</a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</center>
<center>
<iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="100" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/album=2345423269/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" style="display: block; height: 100px; position: relative; width: 400px;" width="400">&lt;a href="http://tomandersonproductions.bandcamp.com/album/pa-ion"&gt;PA$$ION by Passion&lt;/a&gt;</iframe></center>
</div>
<center>
<iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="100" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/album=3161198626/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" style="display: block; height: 100px; position: relative; width: 400px;" width="400">&lt;a href="http://tomandersonproductions.bandcamp.com/album/notillinya"&gt;NOTILLINYA by Black Fang &amp;amp; Lord Brache&lt;/a&gt;</iframe></center>
</div>
<center>
<iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="100" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/album=3856991496/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" style="display: block; height: 100px; position: relative; width: 400px;" width="400">&lt;a href="http://tomandersonproductions.bandcamp.com/album/sex-smells"&gt;Sex Smells by Whorish Boorish&lt;/a&gt;</iframe></center>
</div>
<center>
<iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="100" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/album=588974565/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" style="display: block; height: 100px; position: relative; width: 400px;" width="400">&lt;a href="http://tomandersonproductions.bandcamp.com/album/black-fang-pos-t-ers"&gt;BLACK FANG POS(T)ERS by Black Fang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
</iframe>
<center>
<iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="100" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/album=1154102584/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" style="display: block; height: 100px; position: relative; width: 400px;" width="400">&lt;a href="http://tomandersonproductions.bandcamp.com/album/six-pack-rise-above"&gt;Six Pack / Rise Above by Black Fags&lt;/a&gt;</iframe></center>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Selections from <a href="http://tomandersonproductions.bandcamp.com/">Tom Anderson Productions</a><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9.5pt;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />It is "the slave" in the vain man's blood, the remains of the slave's craftiness - and how much of the "slave" is still left in the woman, -- Friedrich Nietzsche</span></div>
<div>
<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9.5pt;"><br /></span></div>
<br />
<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />
<br />
<center>
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="367" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/57395770" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="500"></iframe></center>
<center>
<br />'CUTTER' by <a href="http://www.richardkern.com/">Richard Kern</a></center>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwycryZz_RA/UV_qKVUWZzI/AAAAAAAAATM/6E05fLsXivk/s1600/ballard+collages+4.JPG.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwycryZz_RA/UV_qKVUWZzI/AAAAAAAAATM/6E05fLsXivk/s640/ballard+collages+4.JPG.jpeg" width="464" /></a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjmE-8MkAiE/UV_qJtuJPJI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2VOm7NqOnI4/s1600/inner-space.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjmE-8MkAiE/UV_qJtuJPJI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2VOm7NqOnI4/s640/inner-space.jpg" width="512" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PT9_hw4sj-M/UV_qJ9Mfv9I/AAAAAAAAATA/7kX0-wIQ6vs/s1600/researchballard3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PT9_hw4sj-M/UV_qJ9Mfv9I/AAAAAAAAATA/7kX0-wIQ6vs/s640/researchballard3.jpg" width="488" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1uwc4IA0uEk/UV_qK5bdwuI/AAAAAAAAATU/KIPWuRihImI/s1600/venus_smiles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1uwc4IA0uEk/UV_qK5bdwuI/AAAAAAAAATU/KIPWuRihImI/s640/venus_smiles.jpg" width="488" /></a></div>
<br />
<a href="http://www.researchpubs.com/books/ballprod.php">Collages by J.G. Ballard</a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">now you are nekama (per) –version; you connect your brain to an electric shocker and push a vulgar point, excuse your filthy moves with the theory of determination; regularly overdosing with poison; worship the demon and malignant god in one person (yourself); you were created by fanatic nihilists, became a fake japanese analyst of rat cage structures and you are now asking the naive question: all the possible constructed configurations of the electric cage are origami > the rat is a cross of broken lines > what does a flat surface look like? …you are searching for reality…</span></div>
<div style="min-height: 11px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">the system of partisan twin sisters on monster island is the psychic structure of the nekama player; her deep layer constitutes the rat complex, hidden inside the laboratory lie the ruins of the electric jungle; all of it undergrown by the biorhythm of the neo fung infection, so your brain became a fungus archipelago of the imagination ></span></div>
<div style="min-height: 11px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">the masquerade of the fake japanese is a strategy of perception diversity; tranSS cosplay; hallucinogenic therapy, made with an electric projection screen; a totalitarian system of artificial consciousness, which is ruled by stratagem > LOOK! : you are motion controlled with an enigmatic flow of infection, paradoxical logic; the fake japanese hides herself behind her own back; she jumps over her own shadow; reproduces into paranoid agents; the nekama agency is as mysterious, as an imaginary organization of posers; containing only pretty degenerate minds, almost falling into nihilism; nekamizm? be ware! : agents of nekama constantly penetrate the sophisticated sewers of monster island; these extraordinary rat hunters, with a permanently undefined shape, stay in conspiracy (connected to sewage of the excremental ego, cultivating cybernetic alchemy) > inside trash bins of databases and shit holes of graveyards, mutants of the virtual rat discipline are born, and nobody can stop creating this weirdness; the pattern of expansion is probably coded inside the nekama genotype copyright; animated kamikazes are waiting for a sign /</span></div>
<div style="min-height: 11px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">connect to your more real twin self > the simulation of a hi-tech concentration camp on monster island is already processing!; now every rat-like mutant is being sent to the death loop monitored laboratory, where everyone has every pleasure of biohazard; nekama is made especially for virtual transvestites who pretend to be 13 year old lesbian partisans, covered with the first blood of the brain’s vagina (…)</span></div>
<div style="min-height: 11px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">this is the era of netterror; the network game nekama is a place for the lost; deserters from a second life; here racist hermaphrodites, in kinky costumes of teenage partisans, mix with each other, planning the next techno terror attack from the compact jungle bushes of monster island; without face and, what’s even worse, without make-up, they are penetrating fractal fields of death-desire;</span></div>
<div style="min-height: 11px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">hypnotic sewers inside out, hanging between sticky slums and a futuristic fantasy about monster island; the smart partisan organization of elfish twin sisters reveals the vibrating nerve of camouflage; it breeds per. versions of its own variations; diversifies into capricious self copies, provoking your suspicious eye; is it, that you’ve met the same creature, again, this weirdo? It looks illusively similar > but!... the tainted beauty shows off the damage, monstrous deformation, beastly dis/oriental make-up, t u r n on. her meat eating clitoris shivers with irregular pulse, her lustful facial expressions are the secret message for hidden agents; every twin sister incubates another one, through external glands tied with messy head hair; blowing bubbles from their brains creating a vicious communication system on monster island; your only chance to get into the confusion of the rat complex /</span></div>
<div style="min-height: 11px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">circulation of c.analitic rat offspring aggregates the energetic potential of monster island; ugly creatures mutate rapidly; its genetic complication wakes your traumatic memories; its tropical laboratory relict, staying in a sad dream state, resonating with internal shallow reflection?; its visible aura swirled organoid shaking with vain tentacles of phantom limbs, full of pleasure ending at the foot; you are sucking its leaking waste of unisolated test-tubes, leaving signs of skin; sniffing the hungry monster of sticky twin sister sex; she’s curved, leaking with smelly juice; you get drunk, get infected, what else can you do? the ancient look of the false twin sister’s eye is a challenge; a characteristic stimulation of sensorial inset that allows you to think that she is still between her first menstruation and first ovulation / rats desire > -- Excerpt from '<a href="http://nekamathegame.tumblr.com/">Nekama</a>' by </span><a href="http://www.neofung.tumblr.com/" style="text-align: center;">Piotr Boćkowski</a><br />
<br />
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<br /></div>
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="281" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/49244470" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="500"></iframe><br />
<br />
'STITCHES' for <a href="http://www.hoodbyair.com/">Hood by Air </a> by <a href="http://www.mitchsfilms.com/">Mitch Moore</a><br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EzMSUuMcV0I/UV_rdtSRZMI/AAAAAAAAATg/I-juK3McCUY/s1600/4349584796_59215e3656_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="489" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EzMSUuMcV0I/UV_rdtSRZMI/AAAAAAAAATg/I-juK3McCUY/s640/4349584796_59215e3656_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--qqLzXmFZf0/UV_rdw1lF1I/AAAAAAAAATk/TQSMSDqP1VA/s1600/SS10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--qqLzXmFZf0/UV_rdw1lF1I/AAAAAAAAATk/TQSMSDqP1VA/s640/SS10.jpg" width="488" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-In3WNE5RMnk/UV_re44_6YI/AAAAAAAAATw/kGByR_qB7ek/s1600/5258634704_9fdd9ae1bc_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="488" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-In3WNE5RMnk/UV_re44_6YI/AAAAAAAAATw/kGByR_qB7ek/s640/5258634704_9fdd9ae1bc_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKIEWCV4eb4/UV_rfAKeaJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/e-eaC9BWTeg/s1600/tumblr_m1dkx0YcNs1qzrqero1_1280-e1356156143248.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="488" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKIEWCV4eb4/UV_rfAKeaJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/e-eaC9BWTeg/s640/tumblr_m1dkx0YcNs1qzrqero1_1280-e1356156143248.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WkOH7zznPjE/UV_rfNlldwI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UAnocyprvFk/s1600/tumblr_lqet3h5rnp1qzrqero1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WkOH7zznPjE/UV_rfNlldwI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UAnocyprvFk/s640/tumblr_lqet3h5rnp1qzrqero1_500.jpg" width="376" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1d94hoeFUKo/UV_rgHc1RrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wuvxzB4D8gk/s1600/tumblr_m1dl3jLuSP1qzrqero1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1d94hoeFUKo/UV_rgHc1RrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wuvxzB4D8gk/s640/tumblr_m1dl3jLuSP1qzrqero1_500.jpg" width="406" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7sp5YqFAqA/UV_rgfGDRvI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7BE3OaWPfcU/s1600/tumblr_m1dl68zfaY1qzrqero1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7sp5YqFAqA/UV_rgfGDRvI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7BE3OaWPfcU/s640/tumblr_m1dl68zfaY1qzrqero1_500.jpg" width="404" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKKQoLrZvc/UV_rgmjPLsI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Yc8rYXQTD_E/s1600/tumblr_m7e25p3CIm1qzrqero1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKKQoLrZvc/UV_rgmjPLsI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Yc8rYXQTD_E/s640/tumblr_m7e25p3CIm1qzrqero1_500.jpg" width="500" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hkU3mBqI4/UV_rhFWWOjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/198Lo5itxQk/s1600/tumblr_m8h0n9oVmA1qzrqero1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hkU3mBqI4/UV_rhFWWOjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/198Lo5itxQk/s640/tumblr_m8h0n9oVmA1qzrqero1_500.jpg" width="507" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://mnvxzpytr.tumblr.com/">Heather Benjamin</a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qf3PsxPgOsU/UV_smcea8gI/AAAAAAAAAUs/0VnMwG6wNhA/s1600/aruined.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qf3PsxPgOsU/UV_smcea8gI/AAAAAAAAAUs/0VnMwG6wNhA/s640/aruined.jpg" width="521" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_-2ymGYjZk/UV_smQNwiHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/dqi4eTneRQg/s1600/chickenpiece.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_-2ymGYjZk/UV_smQNwiHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/dqi4eTneRQg/s640/chickenpiece.jpg" width="635" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxlqnITsO4I/UV_snX3TEJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/brDLv8gbm90/s1600/marriage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxlqnITsO4I/UV_snX3TEJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/brDLv8gbm90/s640/marriage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBMBcbaDcjU/UV_so1pKCII/AAAAAAAAAVE/XszWjIYAZTU/s1600/libido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBMBcbaDcjU/UV_so1pKCII/AAAAAAAAAVE/XszWjIYAZTU/s640/libido.jpg" width="531" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kZb_mBGvRk/UV_srY9VyrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/K0Go1jdHfwU/s1600/tumblr_mf2r4r3ibu1qzarx3o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kZb_mBGvRk/UV_srY9VyrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/K0Go1jdHfwU/s640/tumblr_mf2r4r3ibu1qzarx3o1_500.jpg" width="377" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<a href="http://pennygoring.wordpress.com/">Penny Goring</a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3zqD--UtX0/UV_tasBtxuI/AAAAAAAAAVU/bv5a63-k7xU/s1600/18_ice-fuckers013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3zqD--UtX0/UV_tasBtxuI/AAAAAAAAAVU/bv5a63-k7xU/s640/18_ice-fuckers013.jpg" width="440" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYUNbpQCbTI/UV_tbGTmyCI/AAAAAAAAAVk/36utSKSNKns/s1600/18_ice-fuckers01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYUNbpQCbTI/UV_tbGTmyCI/AAAAAAAAAVk/36utSKSNKns/s640/18_ice-fuckers01.jpg" width="440" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GmZRh6Bv29Y/UV_ta3fY0qI/AAAAAAAAAVc/dpFqcbnpT-8/s1600/18_ice-fuckers014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GmZRh6Bv29Y/UV_ta3fY0qI/AAAAAAAAAVc/dpFqcbnpT-8/s640/18_ice-fuckers014.jpg" width="444" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kgaLGhVfprs/UV_tbfcQYzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/tKQIp906FGo/s1600/18_ice-fuckers015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kgaLGhVfprs/UV_tbfcQYzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/tKQIp906FGo/s640/18_ice-fuckers015.jpg" width="444" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HA6mWq8x8_o/UV_tcFATH0I/AAAAAAAAAV4/2WcZKbzQcSE/s1600/18_ice-fuckers07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HA6mWq8x8_o/UV_tcFATH0I/AAAAAAAAAV4/2WcZKbzQcSE/s640/18_ice-fuckers07.jpg" width="440" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPGLkj41zoo/UV_tcIQ2vRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/SJxgHK13_m0/s1600/18_ice-fuckers04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPGLkj41zoo/UV_tcIQ2vRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/SJxgHK13_m0/s640/18_ice-fuckers04.jpg" width="451" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Hlkz_ZFKxQ/UV_tchXopII/AAAAAAAAAWI/5NLAREFdrLk/s1600/18_ice-fuckers09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Hlkz_ZFKxQ/UV_tchXopII/AAAAAAAAAWI/5NLAREFdrLk/s640/18_ice-fuckers09.jpg" width="449" /></a></div>
<br />
from 'Ice Fuckers' by <a href="http://fredericfleury.com/">Frédéric Fleury</a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-add9ILVJHWU/UV_uCdI5LoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/D6Ad_l-Tu3Y/s1600/12_dsc0698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-add9ILVJHWU/UV_uCdI5LoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/D6Ad_l-Tu3Y/s640/12_dsc0698.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_AgL6nEGaXE/UV_tssDmJqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MLA8melJSjQ/s1600/12_dsc0198a-v2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_AgL6nEGaXE/UV_tssDmJqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MLA8melJSjQ/s640/12_dsc0198a-v2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJqDzQdexrs/UV_ttBJMyCI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YD5ekP4t9p4/s1600/tumblr_lwp377RAVL1qf5337o1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJqDzQdexrs/UV_ttBJMyCI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YD5ekP4t9p4/s640/tumblr_lwp377RAVL1qf5337o1_1280.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://www.amosmac.com/">Amos Mac</a> in collaboration with <a href="http://zackarydrucker.com/">Zackary Drucker</a></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7fEyyymgfqU/UV_wdj1z7lI/AAAAAAAAAY4/o0wblVdWqYM/s1600/tumblr_m3fwk3P70A1qhqbo8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7fEyyymgfqU/UV_wdj1z7lI/AAAAAAAAAY4/o0wblVdWqYM/s640/tumblr_m3fwk3P70A1qhqbo8o1_500.jpg" width="434" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 8pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
</div>
<div style="color: #202020; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
(and sometimes we touch like a dream coming back, that dark<br />
and sleeping void and you<br />
remember, it is not empty and<br />
safe, we are not safe and<br />
our bodies know that,<br />
every cell has evolved, they<br />
grow towards pleasure always,<br />
they adapt.<br />
and if you feed them only pain, well,<br />
they adapt)<br />
and we are girls,<br />
sometimes our voices are fingers, they<br />
negate the need for hands,<br />
when our words wrap like bone,<br />
when our words, squeezed forever<br />
beneath too much, too hot, too hurt,<br />
burst like diamonds from coal<br />
and cut scratches through the glass<br />
you live in, you were warned.<br />
we are girls.<br />
and if we could find<br />
the hand that feeds us<br />
we’d bite, but we haven’t</span></div>
<div style="color: #202020; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">been fed in so, so long<br />
and we are hungry<br />
and throwing a piece of meat<br />
into the ghetto<br />
you built us into<br />
is not enough.<br />
we have been hungry forever:<br />
we were born hungry<br />
through that open hungry mouth we<br />
were born from our mothers’ hunger, we are<br />
hunger birthing hunger birthing hunger<br />
we grind our teeth in our sleep<br />
we are girls.<br />
and sometimes we can crawl<br />
into each other like caves, we<br />
can curl, we can sleep,<br />
we are girls.</span></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DANO7VJJ1l4/UV_wfMzkoCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/VjFIzMEA7sE/s1600/rentgirl2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DANO7VJJ1l4/UV_wfMzkoCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/VjFIzMEA7sE/s640/rentgirl2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 8.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; line-height: normal;">
<span style="line-height: 10px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="line-height: 10px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Excerpt from 'We Are Girls' by <a href="https://twitter.com/TeaMichelle">Michelle Tea</a></span></span></div>
<div>
<span style="line-height: normal;">Illustrations from 'Rent Girl' by </span><a href="http://www.laurennmccubbin.com/" style="line-height: normal;">Laurenn McCubbin</a><br />
<br />
<br />
<center>
</center>
</div>
</div>
</div>
</center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="line-height: normal;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLBlGbTf9U0/UV_viN9V-bI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gx8Qm8pfZ78/s1600/000015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLBlGbTf9U0/UV_viN9V-bI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gx8Qm8pfZ78/s640/000015.jpg" width="432" /></a></div>
<div style="line-height: normal;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6tdcWDGxi0/UV_vicrZz3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/VZnKySpWa7Y/s1600/000007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6tdcWDGxi0/UV_vicrZz3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/VZnKySpWa7Y/s640/000007.jpg" width="416" /></a></div>
<div style="line-height: normal;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nazZOHUgxbg/UV_vjGqXbfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3NZKv_qVqeA/s1600/000016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nazZOHUgxbg/UV_vjGqXbfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3NZKv_qVqeA/s640/000016.jpg" width="432" /></a></div>
<div style="line-height: normal;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aoFFz_LVJqA/UV_vjZLOI1I/AAAAAAAAAXc/jl1zq1ibmv4/s1600/0000281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aoFFz_LVJqA/UV_vjZLOI1I/AAAAAAAAAXc/jl1zq1ibmv4/s640/0000281.jpg" width="416" /></a></div>
<div style="line-height: normal;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n5JLAT-lZcs/UV_vjywko5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/eYkw9_xDNok/s1600/000036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="430" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n5JLAT-lZcs/UV_vjywko5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/eYkw9_xDNok/s640/000036.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>
<div style="line-height: normal;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-atXNcEXiQ/UV_vj7GE4bI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_LwhV6G8bO8/s1600/000034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-atXNcEXiQ/UV_vj7GE4bI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_LwhV6G8bO8/s640/000034.jpg" width="432" /></a></div>
<div style="line-height: normal;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJOr5el3eP0/UV_vk_mSGkI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Of_QJmxdECc/s1600/000039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJOr5el3eP0/UV_vk_mSGkI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Of_QJmxdECc/s640/000039.JPG" width="432" /></a></div>
<div style="line-height: normal;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHxKXhRPgUw/UV_vlNPE_qI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OG1mb6ChptM/s1600/000040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHxKXhRPgUw/UV_vlNPE_qI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OG1mb6ChptM/s640/000040.jpg" width="432" /></a></div>
<div style="line-height: normal;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-131FUTz1ka4/UV_vlpecK5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/UD1tYDfiMow/s1600/000041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-131FUTz1ka4/UV_vlpecK5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/UD1tYDfiMow/s640/000041.jpg" width="432" /></a></div>
<div style="line-height: normal;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJmJCmblHUU/UV_vmKpQFXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/vYVc0wViLc0/s1600/2011+14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="430" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJmJCmblHUU/UV_vmKpQFXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/vYVc0wViLc0/s640/2011+14.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>
<div style="line-height: normal;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZT3tq583cI/UV_vmAR27rI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/rHLBr-jK3uo/s1600/000042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="430" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZT3tq583cI/UV_vmAR27rI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/rHLBr-jK3uo/s640/000042.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0CW8I_KdFCA/UV_vmvQNLnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YGTLwGYb51w/s1600/2011+45.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="430" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0CW8I_KdFCA/UV_vmvQNLnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YGTLwGYb51w/s640/2011+45.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>
<div style="line-height: normal;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zvOHeEyS6tE/UV_vnBJ2h_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/RpwrQWq7Cbc/s1600/20111+43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="430" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zvOHeEyS6tE/UV_vnBJ2h_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/RpwrQWq7Cbc/s640/20111+43.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div style="line-height: normal;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7DExpLBEHGE/UV_vnivGzLI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Z7amSKs_t5E/s1600/20110228-+39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7DExpLBEHGE/UV_vnivGzLI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Z7amSKs_t5E/s640/20110228-+39.jpg" width="432" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://renhang.org/">Ren Hang</a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="369" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24909850" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="500"></iframe><br />
<br />
'The Nude Cave' by <a href="http://www.eroplay.com/hello.html">Frank Moore</a> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">***</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><u><br /></u></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #030303; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://cristinebrache.info/">Cristine Brache</a> is an artist and poet currently based in China. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">Her work has recently been exhibited at the Dumbo Arts Center [NYC], the Anthology Film Archives [NYC], and the International Anthropology & Documentary Film Festival [Estonia]. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">Her poetry has recently appeared in 3AM Magazine, Everyday Genius, and the E-Ratio Postmodern Poetry Journal. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
</div>cristine brachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874579106564176420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-43406416520256680412013-04-17T11:12:00.000-05:002013-04-17T11:12:15.057-05:00Authors on Artists: Jamie Iredell on Outsider Art<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Made Thing</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">by Jamie Iredell</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My father-in-law is an outsider art collector. Actually,
to call him a collector is incorrect. My father-in-law is an obsessive procurer
and storer of outsider art, a portion of which ends up on display. I have no
idea how much art my father-in-law owns. In his Pennsylvania house—the building
itself an artifact, as a Colonial-era home that I’m told was a tavern during
the American Revolution—is littered with the results of his proclivitous ebay-buying
proclivities. One can hardly stand up straight in this house, should one stand
taller than six feet, because of the low ceilings. Additionally one narrowly
avoids upsetting a face jug at every turn. And upon every wall one finds work
by the likes of Cornbread, Jimmy Lee Sudduth, and Mose Tolliver. There are likely
well over 1,000 individual pieces on display, in the forms of face jugs and
other pottery, Pennsylvania Dutch pieces, and as paintings on boards or old
strips of sheet metal, and art-as-unidentifiable object. But a sizeable portion
of the art he buys and has bought is stored in boxes in the barn where he parks
his car, or in an unfinished dirt-floored space off the kitchen referred to as
the “utility room.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">On a recent trip to Atlanta, my father-in-law
purchased this painting signed by Lonnie Holley. With no room in the car for
the return trip, my wife and I are storing the painting in our apartment. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bDRJx3gdgK4/UV-RMf5jfcI/AAAAAAAAArI/nfGRCVaYwb0/s1600/jione.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="437" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bDRJx3gdgK4/UV-RMf5jfcI/AAAAAAAAArI/nfGRCVaYwb0/s640/jione.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Most of the artists that my father-in-law admires
were or are arguably mentally unbalanced, if not completely insane. In this sense they were or are no more artists
than your neighborhood paranoid schizophrenic who happens to like clay, or a
marker and crayons. I realize how insensitive that sounds. And I’d be hard
pressed to defend my father-in-law’s obsession with all things outsider art. He
is, in many ways, the quintessential outsider art collector: the line between
artist and mentally ill is as blurry as the line between collector and
obsessive compulsive purchaser. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Despite all this—because of it—I have myself become
interested in outsider art and artists. I’m no doubt helped along by my friend
Molly, a poet, who loves this art, and who writes about it in prose and in
ekphrastic poems. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The day before my wedding we were riding in my
father-in-law’s SUV when he got a phone call. We were crossing Ponce de Leon
Avenue in Atlanta, where Fairview becomes Lullwater (if you’ve never been to
Atlanta then should you visit you’ll likely find that navigating it tests one’s
sanity, as roads regularly change names for no apparent reason—though I’m told
that this is because during segregation white folks wouldn’t think of having
the same street address as black folks and it’s true that most name changes
take place on north-south coursing streets, though even that’s difficult to
describe because Atlanta has no grid, and is instead a twisting heap of roads
in poor condition) and while my father-in-law struggled to retrieve his cell
phone from his pocket and answer it (admittedly, it was the day before my
wedding, and we were busy, and it could’ve been my soon-to-be wife who needed
something, and my father-in-law is such the patriarch that he cares very very
deeply about everyone’s happiness, to the point of neglecting pressing matters
such as physical safety) the SUV wandered into the oncoming traffic’s lane and
I realized that no one was going to stop the inevitable head-on collision with the
oncoming silver sedan, its driver frantically honking. From the passenger seat I
grabbed the wheel and yanked us away from danger. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Most of Lonnie Holley’s artwork looks like garbage
that has been glued to sheets of particle board. And when I read about Lonnie
Holley I learn that that is literally what most of his art is. One of his
installations looks like a roughly constructed lean-to made from a dead tree
and a lightpost, and littered about these are a barbecue grill, an old paint
bucket, tin cans, rope, feathers, bits of Styrofoam. It looks like what might
be caught up in tree branches after high floodwaters, or after a tornado. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I read somewhere that Lonnie Holley probably would
have become homeless had it not been for the director at the Birmingham
(Alabama) Museum of Art, who first displayed Holley’s work, and helped to get
his art into the Smithsonian. Soon afterwards, Holley’s work began appearing in
museums in New York, Atlanta, and England. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My friend Molly wrote these lines, in her poem,
“Detail” which I pronounce <i>deTAIL</i>,
and in my imagination (I’ve never heard Lonnie Holley speak) he would say <i>DEtail</i>:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">There is no answer:<br />
a hundred leaves stand in for a million, in suspense,<br />
in ferocious grids, begun long before you looked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The painting signed Lonnie Holley that sits in mine
and my wife’s bedroom closet, is of a black snake twisting its way across
three-and-a-half feet of a red field. The snake’s body is like a road in
Atlanta. It is dark and twisting and goes nowhere. At one end a tail; at the
other a forked tongue. If this was an Atlanta road, somewhere along the dark
scales this road’s name would change and, while still the same road, it would
be a different road. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My father-in-law is not positive that the painting
he bought is actually by Lonnie Holley. The signature looks authentic, but the
work would be a departure from his typical “found object” forms. It is paper
and housepaint (I think). It looks a little more like something Mose Tolliver
might have painted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Nellie May Rowe is probably my favorite outsider
artist. I particularly like her sculptures made from chewing gum. They are
these mounds out of which grows a head, with marbles for eyes, and fake hair
glued to the crown. They look like very fucked up voodoo dolls, maybe. Or maybe
like soon-to-be-homeless people staring vacantly nowhere hoping someone will
discover their genius. These feel completely human to me in a way that—say,
Rodin—cannot. They speak of real people and real lives and real pain and loss.
That sounds highfalutin. I just like them because they’re scary. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This painting by Lonnie Holley includes a humanoid
figure that seems to bow to the figure of the serpent. The rendering is a
child’s stick-figure drawing. The snake, I now realize, looks like some monster
out of Greek mythology—one of the severed heads of the hydra. Or no—it looks
like the basilisk in the Harry Potter movie, it’s head crowned, its fangs
protruding from the mouth like a boar’s tusks. The human figure is either
farther away from the viewer than the snake (i.e., perspective, a trait not
typically found in outsider art), or it is much smaller than the snake and
bowing to it in supplication or reverence. A dark man bowing to a dark serpent,
something Edenic. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">According to Wikipedia there are 71 streets in
Atlanta that carry “Peachtree” in their name. And, as further evidence of
Atlanta city-planning as a kind of “outsider art” consider: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-left: .5in;">
West
Peachtree Street is not a western branch of Peachtree Street, but a
major parallel (and unlike Peachtree, almost perfectly straight) due
north/south street running one block west of Peachtree Street through downtown,
and mostly two or three blocks west (due to the curves in Peachtree Street)
through Midtown. This was the original Peachtree Street, and it still divides
the northeast and northwest quadrants of the city and county for street
addressing purposes.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-left: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-left: .5in;">
Where the current Peachtree Street turns to
Peachtree Road and briefly heads northwest, it actually crosses West Peachtree,
leaving it on the <i>east</i> side. It is at this point that the Spring-Buford
Connector (Georgia 13) begins, taking the route of old I-85. The studios of
WSB-TV are located on this section of "West" Peachtree Street, which
dead-ends at I-85. Through this section north of 17th Street in Midtown, and in
downtown south of North Avenue to Peachtree Street (and continuing south then
southwest on Peachtree to Luckie Street / Auburn Avenue), the MARTA north/northeast
line (red and orange/gold trains) runs directly under West Peachtree. Between
the two, it runs no more than a block to the east.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In asking if it’s okay that we store this painting
for him my father-in-law is also obsessive about worrying not to overstep boundaries,
or to burden us, which ironically is itself burdensome. He says, “If you can’t
hang onto it I understand. But it’s a really fantastic piece, and you should
display it if you think you’d like to look at it, because it is, it’s really
great. But I don’t want to make you hold onto it if you don’t think—” And here
is when I say, “It’s fine, it’s fine; it’s no big deal.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In the cover photo on his Facebook page, Lonnie
Holley stands in front of one of his early sandstone carvings (for which he earned
the nickname The Sand Man). His eyes are wide, as if he’s agitated, or crazy,
or like someone just caught him masturbating. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">There is some ongoing controversy in the outsider
art world concerning Bill Arnett, the Atlanta folk/outsider art collector,
dealer, and patron who took under his wing Lonnie Holley’s friend, the artist
Thornton Dial. The 2006 “nonfiction novel,” <i>The
Last Folk Hero: A True Story of Race and Art, Power and Profit</i>, demonizes
Arnett as a privileged white exploiter of the illiterate artist. But according
to others in the outsider art world, such as psychiatrist and art collector
James Sellman, who claims the 1993 <i>60
Minutes </i>segment on Arnett’s supposed exploitation of Dial, was fiction
perpetrated by others in the outsider art world who wished to suppress Arnett
so that they might corner more of the market. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The week that my in-laws came to town and my
father-in-law purchased this piece, they also went to the High Museum to see
“Hard Truths: The Art of Thornton Dial.” Turns out that night was “<span class="usercontent">Culture Shock” and Lonnie Holley himself provided the music.
Also, turns out </span>it was Lonnie Holley who introduced Dial to Arnett in
1987. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Of Atlanta’s north-south running city streets that
changes names around the Ponce de Leon boundary: Juniper Street becomes Courtland Street; Argonne Ave
becomes Central Park Place; Charles Allen Drive becomes Parkway Drive; Monroe
Drive becomes Boulevard; Briarcliff Road becomes Moreland Ave; Lullwater Road
becomes Fairview Road.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CDDmkIZ3-EY/UV-RUQH29gI/AAAAAAAAArQ/rfnJMPWh0VE/s1600/jitwo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CDDmkIZ3-EY/UV-RUQH29gI/AAAAAAAAArQ/rfnJMPWh0VE/s1600/jitwo.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This map of Atlanta shows the geographic dispersion
of households by race. Red dots are Caucasian households; blue,
African-American. The yellow is Hispanic. That stark line of north-south
division runs roughly along the Ponce de Leon corridor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My father-in-law worked his ass off for something
like forty years and became one of the officers and owners of his construction
company. He is in semi-retirement. But through most of my wife’s life, and most
of the time that I’ve known him, he’d be up at 4:30 or 5 in the morning, out
the door by 6, and at his office by 7 so that he could get a good two hours’
work in without anyone bugging him. He worked until 7 PM then came home, shared
a soup and half an English muffin with his wife. He took Saturdays off, and
worked from noon to 5, or thereabouts, on Sundays. “Workaholic” isn’t the right
word. The obsession with which he’s done his job carries over to his love of folk
and outsider art. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Molly writes:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> the
background’s flaw is that it beckons . . .<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Where
things trace back to one man’s wanting . . .<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
***<br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Jamie Iredell lives in Atlanta and teaches creative writing to college students. He is the author of </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The Book of Freaks</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">, and </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Prose. Poems. a Novel.</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Fat</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">, a collection of essays, is forthcoming in fall 2013, and </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The Lake</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">, a novel, is forthcoming in 2014. His writing has appeared in many magazines, including </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The Rumpus</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">, </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The Chattahoochee Review</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">, </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The Literary Review</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">, and </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">PANK</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div>
christopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-75221186188789616812013-04-04T08:43:00.000-05:002013-04-04T08:43:26.220-05:00Authors on Artists: Hannah Stephenson on Andy Kehoe<br />
<div class="Body">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Recapturing
the Forest Monster: Andy Kehoe’s Creatures</span><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="Body">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><b><span style="font-size: large;">by Hannah
Stephenson</span></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Body">
<br /></div>
<div class="Body">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">I’m on an
ongoing quest for a pop-up edition of </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Italic","serif";">The
Wizard of Oz</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> that my
dad and I would read together when I was young. I’ve looked online, in used
bookstores, and in libraries, and haven’t found it yet. In this edition, there
was a chapter on The Forest Monster: a terrifying, many-eyed spider. In an
effort to make him seem more friendly, my dad ripped him out of the book, and
we would take turns hiding The Forest Monster for each other---in sock drawers,
lunch boxes, and on the fridge. Neither my dad nor I can find our kidnapped
Forest Monster, or the pop-up book in which it was featured. I feel sure that
the book is out there somewhere, waiting for me to rediscover it. I don’t remember
what the cover looks like, but I’ll know it when I see it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Body">
<br /></div>
<div class="Body">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">In looking at
certain pieces of art, I have that Recapturing the Forest Monster feeling. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Italic","serif";">Here is the treasure you
alone have been seeking</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">,
the art that we love whispers to us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Body">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_5Wj6bbaL8/UV2AfV6zKLI/AAAAAAAAAqo/E5y5asr-zYs/s1600/andy1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_5Wj6bbaL8/UV2AfV6zKLI/AAAAAAAAAqo/E5y5asr-zYs/s1600/andy1.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic', serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: start;">Lord of Ghouls</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="Body">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Body">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">It’s what I
feel when looking at <a href="http://andykehoe.net/home.html"><span style="color: #000099;">Andy Kehoe’s</span></a> art. There are no giant,
grotesque spiders in his forests--but there are large creatures, sad-eyed,
gentle, lonely, and a bit scared of us. Antlered, bunny-eared, shadowy figures
have stepped into view. Consider <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic', serif;">Lord of
Ghouls</span>, taller than the trees, crowned with either flames or pale
spirits. He’s walking through the fog, and stops to stare at us (maybe we
startled him) with glowing, round eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Body">
<br /></div>
<div class="Body">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Kehoe’s
creatures aren’t always alone in these images. Sometimes they clutch little
buddies (like the wolf in <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic', serif;">Call Forth
the Seed of Winter</span>--he carries a small, toothlike being with white
branches growing from it---and several of the larger beasts have a cat or pet
in the crook of an arm). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Body">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><br /></span></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V8w0Uvz4XS0/UV2A6QzNUgI/AAAAAAAAAqw/aYRxhFQeeuQ/s1600/andy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V8w0Uvz4XS0/UV2A6QzNUgI/AAAAAAAAAqw/aYRxhFQeeuQ/s1600/andy2.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic', serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: start;">Call Forth the Seed of Winter</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="Body">
<br /></div>
<div class="Body">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">In my
favorite pieces by Kehoe, there is a gorgeously-layered, starry sky, and the creature
is shown with a companion of equal size (most beautifully demonstrated in <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic', serif;">Together at
the Threshold</span>--we see the backs of the silhouettes of two beings
holding hands beneath the bare trees, gazing out at a sky that looks like a
foggy Milky Way. Poignantly, Kehoe’s description notes that he made this for
his wife).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Body">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2yKspt3I-8/UV2B5NbFgfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/CWSZvJHePdQ/s1600/andy3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2yKspt3I-8/UV2B5NbFgfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/CWSZvJHePdQ/s1600/andy3.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic', serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: start;">Together at the Threshold</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="Body">
<br /></div>
<div class="Body">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">There is a
disarming privacy to Kehoe’s paintings, an intimacy that his beasts build with
the viewer (and sometimes, with one another). There is a paused
story-in-progress that we are witnessing, like pages torn from a picture book
(think </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Italic","serif";">Where
the Wild Things Are</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">,
or </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Italic","serif";">Runaway
Bunny</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">). A lost
personal artifact, rediscovered. Art provides us a space to stand in while we
respond and remember, like a souvenir in reverse (a place in which to remember
a thing).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Body">
<br /></div>
<div class="Body">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">I miss the
Forest Monster, as it turns out. Poor guy. In that pop-up book, it was ugly and
alone, its many eyes bugging out at Dorothy and Co. (and the reader). What fear
did this monster feel, looking out at its readers, when it should have felt
safe. In a dark forest, pressed between the pages of a book, in the shelf of a
dusty bookstore somewhere, a companionless creature waits for me. Patiently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Body">
<br /></div>
<div class="Body">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Body">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">***</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><br /></span></div>
Hannah Stephenson is a poet, editor, and instructor living in Columbus, Ohio. Her poems have appeared recently in Huffington Post, Contrary, MAYDAY, qarrtsiluni, and The Nervous Breakdown; her full-length collection,<i> In the Kettle, the Shriek</i>, is forthcoming from Gold Wake Press (October 2013). She is the founder of Paging Columbus!, a literary arts monthly event series. You can visit her daily poetry site, <a href="http://www.thestorialist.com/">The Storialist</a>.christopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-37538432233078664332013-03-20T12:26:00.000-05:002013-03-20T12:26:02.783-05:00go on, take a tooth from the cannibal’s jaw<br />
<br />
<a href="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Sandy Kim
</b></span></a><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/files/2012/10/irl_film_1.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/files/2012/10/irl_film_1.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/files/2012/03/shitstains1.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/files/2012/03/shitstains1.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/files/2011/12/mykkiblanco3.png" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/files/2011/12/mykkiblanco3.png" /></a>
<a href="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/files/2011/05/teeth_pain_0014.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/files/2011/05/teeth_pain_0014.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/files/2010/11/nyc_ff_002.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/files/2010/11/nyc_ff_002.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/files/2010/05/hotashell03.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/files/2010/05/hotashell03.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/files/2010/04/headedeast3.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/files/2010/04/headedeast3.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/files/2009/12/rainingfilm2.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://lovebryan.com/sandy/files/2009/12/rainingfilm2.jpg" /></a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://sporkpress.com/mixtape.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://sporkpress.com/mixtape.jpg" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://sporkpress.com/mixtape.html">Spork Mixtape Vol. 1<br />
Stream or Download</a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.jayhowellart.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Jay Howell</b></span></a>
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-37awg1ZW-eo/UAZZh85Up2I/AAAAAAAAKGc/rbYXEeMw648/s640/dearest+enemy+web.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-37awg1ZW-eo/UAZZh85Up2I/AAAAAAAAKGc/rbYXEeMw648/s640/dearest+enemy+web.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mpICPgPD51A/UAZZzoEp2BI/AAAAAAAAKGk/Z8P5kiPnjBs/s640/journey+in+the+sun+web.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mpICPgPD51A/UAZZzoEp2BI/AAAAAAAAKGk/Z8P5kiPnjBs/s640/journey+in+the+sun+web.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3YdTnZeYiD4/T9Wi_g7SarI/AAAAAAAAKFg/vvSVD1iiddk/s640/midnight+magic+web.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3YdTnZeYiD4/T9Wi_g7SarI/AAAAAAAAKFg/vvSVD1iiddk/s640/midnight+magic+web.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxUeVXhtzTo/T9WjKt5LUhI/AAAAAAAAKFo/SsSAqrh9EuI/s640/play+with+fire+web.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxUeVXhtzTo/T9WjKt5LUhI/AAAAAAAAKFo/SsSAqrh9EuI/s640/play+with+fire+web.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69bCbDN3WMQ/T9Wiy1Mej0I/AAAAAAAAKFY/kn5A5MqSiow/s640/magic+mountain+web.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69bCbDN3WMQ/T9Wiy1Mej0I/AAAAAAAAKFY/kn5A5MqSiow/s640/magic+mountain+web.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_DjdPefa1k/T0SuHDq5r9I/AAAAAAAAJ8k/MYcRwhOzciw/s640/go+tell+it+web.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_DjdPefa1k/T0SuHDq5r9I/AAAAAAAAJ8k/MYcRwhOzciw/s640/go+tell+it+web.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7SQ69Kfe5I/T2entVWSIMI/AAAAAAAAJ-8/PReLSOFm6mo/s640/prince+of+darkness1.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7SQ69Kfe5I/T2entVWSIMI/AAAAAAAAJ-8/PReLSOFm6mo/s640/prince+of+darkness1.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_YQHHdLLzVU/T4vZKMmy8eI/AAAAAAAAKAU/109Wp_OD6PE/s640/the+overlord+2+web.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_YQHHdLLzVU/T4vZKMmy8eI/AAAAAAAAKAU/109Wp_OD6PE/s640/the+overlord+2+web.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgGx4KbVY4o/T5DifaMZ1CI/AAAAAAAAKB8/dbNjAspYfyE/s640/Savage+Sanctuary+WEB.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgGx4KbVY4o/T5DifaMZ1CI/AAAAAAAAKB8/dbNjAspYfyE/s640/Savage+Sanctuary+WEB.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5AP2TxNNUeo/T5DifpmOGCI/AAAAAAAAKCI/-5pIZAiXanE/s640/Strange+as+a+Dream+WEB.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5AP2TxNNUeo/T5DifpmOGCI/AAAAAAAAKCI/-5pIZAiXanE/s640/Strange+as+a+Dream+WEB.jpg" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://issue3.popserial.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Screen-shot-2012-03-21-at-4.57.03-PM.png" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://issue3.popserial.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Screen-shot-2012-03-21-at-4.57.03-PM.png" width="640" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://issue3.popserial.net/luna-miguel/">Luna Miguel / 2 poems</a></span></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
KID A - BB Bleu<br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/exPVqx0188o" width="853"></iframe>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.alterazionivideo.com/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Alterazioni Video</b></span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.alterazionivideo.com/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Members: Paololuca Barbieri Marchi, Alberto Caffarelli, Matteo Erenbourg, Andrea Masu and Giacomo Porfiri</b></span></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.alterazionivideo.com/new_sito_av/works/materassi/IMG_2688.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.alterazionivideo.com/new_sito_av/works/materassi/IMG_2688.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.alterazionivideo.com/new_sito_av/works/violent/monkey.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.alterazionivideo.com/new_sito_av/works/violent/monkey.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.alterazionivideo.com/new_sito_av/works/violent/boulder_03.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.alterazionivideo.com/new_sito_av/works/violent/boulder_03.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.alterazionivideo.com/new_sito_av/works/violent/violent_01.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.alterazionivideo.com/new_sito_av/works/violent/violent_01.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.alterazionivideo.com/new_sito_av/works/canto/canto_02.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.alterazionivideo.com/new_sito_av/works/canto/canto_02.jpg" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Looking down at the sad people<br />
in the apartments below hers. <br />
She looks at her happiness, <br />
makes fun of her loneliness,<br />
<br />
<br />
watches TV in bed, <br />
in her cute bed, <br />
watching a fantasy of her funeral.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://delirioushem.blogspot.com/2013/03/amelie-by-carrie-hunter.html#more">"Amelie" <br />
by <br />
Carrie Hunter</a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://monicazeringue.com/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Monica Zeringue</b></span></a>
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://monicazeringue.com/r1362684542/cc/8/9/5/32895/w/1400x720-A9mgeKLep2gNlRXh.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://monicazeringue.com/r1362684542/cc/8/9/5/32895/w/1400x720-A9mgeKLep2gNlRXh.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://monicazeringue.com/r1362684542/cc/8/9/5/32895/w/1400x720-6Eu8V44BYMXPVT0i.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://monicazeringue.com/r1362684542/cc/8/9/5/32895/w/1400x720-6Eu8V44BYMXPVT0i.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://monicazeringue.com/r1362684542/cc/8/9/5/32895/w/1400x720-7h69Wz488SU6odR5.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://monicazeringue.com/r1362684542/cc/8/9/5/32895/w/1400x720-7h69Wz488SU6odR5.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://monicazeringue.com/r1362684542/cc/8/9/5/32895/w/1400x720-WmRp0ikgQX_V5Pbd.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://monicazeringue.com/r1362684542/cc/8/9/5/32895/w/1400x720-WmRp0ikgQX_V5Pbd.jpg" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://ruroww.tumblr.com/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Rudolf Ross Magno</b></span></a>
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9v5m4RDEj1qaw99no1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9v5m4RDEj1qaw99no1_1280.jpg" width="359" /></a><br />
<a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ma4kx06Mmc1qaw99no1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="590" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ma4kx06Mmc1qaw99no1_1280.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
<a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m22a6wBCO71qaw99no1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m22a6wBCO71qaw99no1_1280.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqsvw3VnrA1qaw99no1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqsvw3VnrA1qaw99no1_1280.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
<a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbzrv72tJw1qaw99no1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbzrv72tJw1qaw99no1_1280.jpg" width="426" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://vimeo.com/triponmycreation"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Daniela Mileykovsky</b></span></a><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="464" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/35935707" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="700"></iframe>
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="394" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/38647370" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="700"></iframe>
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="514" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/52688952" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="700"></iframe>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span>
<a href="http://www.karmainternational.org/infoglueDeliverWorkinglive3/Artists"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Kim Seob Boninsegni</b></span></a>
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.karmainternational.org/ImageGallery/action/Image/cms4_karmainternational/1653/1_2.jpg?width=500&height=500&modus=height&timestamp=52" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.karmainternational.org/ImageGallery/action/Image/cms4_karmainternational/1653/1_2.jpg?width=500&height=500&modus=height&timestamp=52" /></a>
<a href="http://www.karmainternational.org/ImageGallery/action/Image/cms4_karmainternational/1653/2_0.jpg?width=500&height=500&modus=height&timestamp=52" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.karmainternational.org/ImageGallery/action/Image/cms4_karmainternational/1653/2_0.jpg?width=500&height=500&modus=height&timestamp=52" /></a>
<a href="http://www.karmainternational.org/ImageGallery/action/Image/cms4_karmainternational/912/0_0.jpg?width=500&height=500&modus=height&timestamp=52" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.karmainternational.org/ImageGallery/action/Image/cms4_karmainternational/912/0_0.jpg?width=500&height=500&modus=height&timestamp=52" /></a>
<a href="http://www.karmainternational.org/ImageGallery/action/Image/cms4_karmainternational/912/1_1.jpg?width=500&height=500&modus=height&timestamp=52" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.karmainternational.org/ImageGallery/action/Image/cms4_karmainternational/912/1_1.jpg?width=500&height=500&modus=height&timestamp=52" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.alyssapheobus.com/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Alyssa Pheobus Mumtaz</b></span></a>
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.alyssapheobus.com/artistInfo/big/ALYSSA-PHEOBUS-MUMTAZ_71.jpg?1429" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.alyssapheobus.com/artistInfo/big/ALYSSA-PHEOBUS-MUMTAZ_71.jpg?1429" /></a>
<a href="http://www.alyssapheobus.com/artistInfo/big/ALYSSA-PHEOBUS-MUMTAZ_66.jpg?1429" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.alyssapheobus.com/artistInfo/big/ALYSSA-PHEOBUS-MUMTAZ_66.jpg?1429" /></a>
<a href="http://www.alyssapheobus.com/artistInfo/big/ALYSSA-PHEOBUS-MUMTAZ_65.jpg?1429" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.alyssapheobus.com/artistInfo/big/ALYSSA-PHEOBUS-MUMTAZ_65.jpg?1429" /></a>
<a href="http://www.alyssapheobus.com/artistInfo/big/ALYSSA-PHEOBUS-MUMTAZ_54.jpg?1429" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.alyssapheobus.com/artistInfo/big/ALYSSA-PHEOBUS-MUMTAZ_54.jpg?1429" /></a>
<a href="http://www.alyssapheobus.com/artistInfo/big/ALYSSA-PHEOBUS-MUMTAZ_74.jpg?1429" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.alyssapheobus.com/artistInfo/big/ALYSSA-PHEOBUS-MUMTAZ_74.jpg?1429" /></a>
<a href="http://www.alyssapheobus.com/artistInfo/big/ALYSSA-PHEOBUS-MUMTAZ_67.jpg?1429" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.alyssapheobus.com/artistInfo/big/ALYSSA-PHEOBUS-MUMTAZ_67.jpg?1429" /></a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
Black Dice "Pigs" (2012)
<br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ebLYgVPDORM" width="853"></iframe>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://prettypuke.com/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>MR a.k.a. Pretty Puke</b></span></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/95ffed340d3a402dba0a42484c059742/tumblr_mienubzJfh1qepx1xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/95ffed340d3a402dba0a42484c059742/tumblr_mienubzJfh1qepx1xo1_500.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/3d9cd3d3ac899537372e12538453f96b/tumblr_mienpdz8ct1qepx1xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/3d9cd3d3ac899537372e12538453f96b/tumblr_mienpdz8ct1qepx1xo1_500.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/f32c8a1a151d204d2d46ac51d3f8b281/tumblr_mi1hppuEt81qepx1xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/f32c8a1a151d204d2d46ac51d3f8b281/tumblr_mi1hppuEt81qepx1xo1_500.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/21604daeb33d016e5083c913100e39a5/tumblr_mhudjmoV9z1qepx1xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/21604daeb33d016e5083c913100e39a5/tumblr_mhudjmoV9z1qepx1xo1_500.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_me4lt0ma3w1qepx1xo5_500.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_me4lt0ma3w1qepx1xo5_500.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/480a91f8ebf797db5eccd0005497e040/tumblr_miepm37tju1qepx1xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/480a91f8ebf797db5eccd0005497e040/tumblr_miepm37tju1qepx1xo1_500.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/279810bdfa32a75b68d6ca6b6469b23e/tumblr_miemk3M4vY1qepx1xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/279810bdfa32a75b68d6ca6b6469b23e/tumblr_miemk3M4vY1qepx1xo1_500.jpg" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://joefyfe.com/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>
Joe Fyfe</b></span></a>
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://joefyfe.com/images/fyfedrawings/2-untitled-drawing08-x480.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://joefyfe.com/images/fyfedrawings/2-untitled-drawing08-x480.jpg" width="497" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://joefyfe.com/images/fyfedrawings/Drawing-2009-12-x480.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="512" src="http://joefyfe.com/images/fyfedrawings/Drawing-2009-12-x480.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://joefyfe.com/images/fyfeset1/Vendredi-2010-7-x480.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://joefyfe.com/images/fyfeset1/Vendredi-2010-7-x480.jpg" width="426" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://joefyfe.com/images/recent/Untitled-2-x480.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://joefyfe.com/images/recent/Untitled-2-x480.jpg" width="432" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://joefyfe.com/images/recent/MaundyThursday-07-G2-x480.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://joefyfe.com/images/recent/MaundyThursday-07-G2-x480.jpg" width="426" /></a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Today I got out of bed on time<br />
only because I thought I heard something crash<br />
like light in a glass of whiskey or a window being knocked out,<br />
but I found only the dark, my cat, and all the things<br />
I’ve hung my life around while the train whistles<br />
through the floorboards’ imperceptible chasms<br />
I cross to the kitchen every morning.<br />
Today I read out loud from Mary Shelley’s journals<br />
and my voice felt like a heavy, lawless river.<br />
Today we decided whether to call it a creature or a monster<br />
and I’m not sure we made the right decision.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.inknode.com/piece/1626-nick-sturm-the-whole-place-is-dark">"The Whole Place is Dark" </a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.inknode.com/piece/1626-nick-sturm-the-whole-place-is-dark">for Jason Molina (1973-2013)
</a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.inknode.com/piece/1626-nick-sturm-the-whole-place-is-dark">by</a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.inknode.com/piece/1626-nick-sturm-the-whole-place-is-dark"><span style="font-size: large;">Nick Sturm</span></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.noahsaterstrom.com/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Noah Saterstrom</b></span></a><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.noahsaterstrom.com/home/wp-content/gallery/selected-drawings/ghost01.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="617" src="http://www.noahsaterstrom.com/home/wp-content/gallery/selected-drawings/ghost01.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<a href="http://www.noahsaterstrom.com/workaday/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/hangman_small.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="457" src="http://www.noahsaterstrom.com/workaday/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/hangman_small.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<a href="http://www.noahsaterstrom.com/workaday/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/wildness_small2.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="466" src="http://www.noahsaterstrom.com/workaday/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/wildness_small2.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<a href="http://www.noahsaterstrom.com/workaday/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/ohchild_small.png" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="534" src="http://www.noahsaterstrom.com/workaday/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/ohchild_small.png" width="640" /></a>
<a href="http://www.noahsaterstrom.com/workaday/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/bookoogotbitup_small.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.noahsaterstrom.com/workaday/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/bookoogotbitup_small.jpg" width="444" /></a>
<a href="http://www.noahsaterstrom.com/workaday/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/stegosaurus_02.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="481" src="http://www.noahsaterstrom.com/workaday/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/stegosaurus_02.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<a href="http://www.noahsaterstrom.com/home/wp-content/gallery/paintings-drawings/mound01.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="514" src="http://www.noahsaterstrom.com/home/wp-content/gallery/paintings-drawings/mound01.jpg" width="640" /></a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Brilliance is a carcass<br />
on a snow-white beach.
<br />
<br />
Envy never sleeps.<br />
I tell my children truthfully:
<br />
<br />
a long red beard is breaking<br />
from the darkness scale.
<br />
<br />
He’s chasing you because<br />
you’re new. Because he’s old
<br />
<br />
and sees the town in dirty tones:
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/181099">"Ladybirds"
by
Larissa Szporluk</a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.charlottekingsnorth.com/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Charlotte Kingsnorth</b></span></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.charlottekingsnorth.com/images/2Hybreed_For-Web/7new.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.charlottekingsnorth.com/images/2Hybreed_For-Web/7new.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.charlottekingsnorth.com/images/2Hybreed_For-Web/3.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.charlottekingsnorth.com/images/2Hybreed_For-Web/3.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.charlottekingsnorth.com/images/2Hybreed_For-Web/1.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.charlottekingsnorth.com/images/2Hybreed_For-Web/1.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.charlottekingsnorth.com/images/2Hybreed_For-Web/2.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.charlottekingsnorth.com/images/2Hybreed_For-Web/2.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.charlottekingsnorth.com/images/3At_One_Web/AtOne.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="477" src="http://www.charlottekingsnorth.com/images/3At_One_Web/AtOne.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mariam-Shengelia-%E1%83%9B%E1%83%90%E1%83%A0%E1%83%98%E1%83%90%E1%83%9B-%E1%83%A8%E1%83%94%E1%83%9C%E1%83%92%E1%83%94%E1%83%9A%E1%83%98%E1%83%90/132117413570122"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Mariam Shengelia</b></span></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C1CZDl9GCVk/UTEaucJxgUI/AAAAAAAAbsg/mDArZsWZSWg/s1600/Forgotten+sea.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="476" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C1CZDl9GCVk/UTEaucJxgUI/AAAAAAAAbsg/mDArZsWZSWg/s640/Forgotten+sea.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lo1cB1ZUMYg/UTEU7Co4o3I/AAAAAAAAbpQ/sUXIQ0xs2PU/s1600/386083_273455592769636_690967340_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lo1cB1ZUMYg/UTEU7Co4o3I/AAAAAAAAbpQ/sUXIQ0xs2PU/s640/386083_273455592769636_690967340_n.jpg" width="426" /></a>
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06DlHf_-BV8/UTEUyXGAPfI/AAAAAAAAboc/uA2ZU1JyuJE/s1600/daydream.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="432" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06DlHf_-BV8/UTEUyXGAPfI/AAAAAAAAboc/uA2ZU1JyuJE/s640/daydream.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0T_sQNTJjo/UTEU6csv9-I/AAAAAAAAbpM/_CZeOP1uyVg/s1600/664351_370016876423040_523192003_o.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="496" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0T_sQNTJjo/UTEU6csv9-I/AAAAAAAAbpM/_CZeOP1uyVg/s640/664351_370016876423040_523192003_o.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://owlnoise.com/">OWL BRAIN ATLAS</a> : THE GENTLEMAN IN EMERYVILLE
<br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z_4WEz7ktrQ" width="640"></iframe>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><a href="http://www.agatharuizdelaprada.com/">Agatha Ruiz de la Prada</a></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18f9972p5yw25jpg/xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18f9972p5yw25jpg/xlarge.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18f9978mbm1bxjpg/xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18f9978mbm1bxjpg/xlarge.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18f9972p7jl46jpg/xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18f9972p7jl46jpg/xlarge.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18f9972p6jbc0jpg/xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18f9972p6jbc0jpg/xlarge.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18f9978m3ngv1jpg/xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18f9978m3ngv1jpg/xlarge.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<a href="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18f9978mbm1bxjpg/xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18f9972p7jl46jpg/xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18f9972p6jbc0jpg/xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18f9978m3ngv1jpg/xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18f9972p5yw25jpg/xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.saatchionline.com/catherina"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Catherina Kouninioti</b></span></a>
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<a href="http://d3oeu2l8qd7s1b.cloudfront.net/299301-10677600-7.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://d3oeu2l8qd7s1b.cloudfront.net/299301-10677600-7.jpg" width="481" /></a>
<a href="http://d3oeu2l8qd7s1b.cloudfront.net/299301-1141904-7.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="631" src="http://d3oeu2l8qd7s1b.cloudfront.net/299301-1141904-7.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<a href="http://d3oeu2l8qd7s1b.cloudfront.net/299301-1586732-7.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="633" src="http://d3oeu2l8qd7s1b.cloudfront.net/299301-1586732-7.jpg" width="640" /></a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://maryiverson.com/"><b>Mary Iverson</b></a></span>
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md6cydOpYW1rdyjeeo8_500.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md6cydOpYW1rdyjeeo8_500.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md6cydOpYW1rdyjeeo3_500.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md6cydOpYW1rdyjeeo3_500.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md6cydOpYW1rdyjeeo5_500.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md6cydOpYW1rdyjeeo5_500.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md6cydOpYW1rdyjeeo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md6cydOpYW1rdyjeeo1_400.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><a href="http://www.miachristopher.com/">Mia Christopher</a></b></span>
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.miachristopher.com/files/gimgs/40_miachristopher5.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://www.miachristopher.com/files/gimgs/40_miachristopher5.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.miachristopher.com/files/gimgs/40_miachristopher54.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://www.miachristopher.com/files/gimgs/40_miachristopher54.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.miachristopher.com/files/gimgs/40_miachristopher36.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://www.miachristopher.com/files/gimgs/40_miachristopher36.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.miachristopher.com/files/gimgs/40_miachristopher38.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://www.miachristopher.com/files/gimgs/40_miachristopher38.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.miachristopher.com/files/gimgs/40_miachristopher52.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://www.miachristopher.com/files/gimgs/40_miachristopher52.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.miachristopher.com/files/gimgs/43_img3630.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://www.miachristopher.com/files/gimgs/43_img3630.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.miachristopher.com/files/gimgs/43_img3637.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://www.miachristopher.com/files/gimgs/43_img3637.jpg" /></a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
As much as art discourse may reveal structures and relationships to us, it also serves to conceal, with direction and sometimes misdirection; with affirmations accompanied by implicit or explicit negations of other ways of seeing, experiencing, and understanding; with abstraction and formalization that distance and neutralize; or simply through a pervasive silence about aspects of art, our experience of it, and the relationships it performs that, once internalized, may even cause them effectively to disappear for us. Through these operations of art discourse, we not only banish entire regions of our own activities and experiences, investments, and motivations to insignificance, irrelevance, and unspeakability, we also consistently misrepresent what art is and what we do when we engage with art and participate in the art field.
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://continentcontinent.cc/index.php/continent/article/viewArticle/108">"There's No Place Like Home / L'1% C'est Moi"<br />
by<br />
Andrea Fraser</a><br /></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://antoinedesailly.over-blog.com/"><b>Antoine Desailly</b></a></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://a134.idata.over-blog.com/4/05/70/61/dessin-2/13.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://a134.idata.over-blog.com/4/05/70/61/dessin-2/13.jpg" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://a405.idata.over-blog.com/4/05/70/61/dessin-2/11.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://a405.idata.over-blog.com/4/05/70/61/dessin-2/11.jpg" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://a400.idata.over-blog.com/4/05/70/61/Dessins/15.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="452" src="http://a400.idata.over-blog.com/4/05/70/61/Dessins/15.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://a407.idata.over-blog.com/4/05/70/61/Dessins/11.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="452" src="http://a407.idata.over-blog.com/4/05/70/61/Dessins/11.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://a133.idata.over-blog.com/4/05/70/61/Dessins/12.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="452" src="http://a133.idata.over-blog.com/4/05/70/61/Dessins/12.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://a402.idata.over-blog.com/4/05/70/61/Dessins/04.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="454" src="http://a402.idata.over-blog.com/4/05/70/61/Dessins/04.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://a51.idata.over-blog.com/4/05/70/61/Dessins/48.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="453" src="http://a51.idata.over-blog.com/4/05/70/61/Dessins/48.jpg" width="640" /></a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://melkadel.com/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Mel Kadel</b></span></a>
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://melkadel.com/main/wp-content/themes/decoder/drawings/SINKERS_4.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://melkadel.com/main/wp-content/themes/decoder/drawings/SINKERS_4.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://melkadel.com/main/wp-content/themes/decoder/drawings/DRIP_DRIP.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://melkadel.com/main/wp-content/themes/decoder/drawings/DRIP_DRIP.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://melkadel.com/main/wp-content/themes/decoder/drawings/FLIER.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://melkadel.com/main/wp-content/themes/decoder/drawings/FLIER.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://melkadel.com/main/wp-content/themes/decoder/drawings/HOLD_YOURSELF_UP.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://melkadel.com/main/wp-content/themes/decoder/drawings/HOLD_YOURSELF_UP.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://melkadel.com/main/wp-content/themes/decoder/drawings/LOVING_THE_SUN.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://melkadel.com/main/wp-content/themes/decoder/drawings/LOVING_THE_SUN.jpg" /></a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.robertcanali.com/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Robert Canali</b></span></a><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.robertcanali.com/photo/wake_web.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.robertcanali.com/photo/wake_web.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.robertcanali.com/photo/id05_web.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.robertcanali.com/photo/id05_web.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.robertcanali.com/photo/id07_web.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.robertcanali.com/photo/id07_web.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.robertcanali.com/photo/untitled_web.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.robertcanali.com/photo/untitled_web.jpg" /></a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://anewman.net/"><b>Andrew Newman</b></a></span>
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://anewman.net/wp-content/uploads/newman-loveletter01-web-800x533.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://anewman.net/wp-content/uploads/newman-loveletter01-web-800x533.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://anewman.net/wp-content/uploads/grounded_andrew_newman.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://anewman.net/wp-content/uploads/grounded_andrew_newman.jpg" /></a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://maxedmundparsons.co.uk/"><b>Max Parsons</b></a></span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://maxedmundparsons.co.uk/archive/files/screen-hamburg-max-parsons.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://maxedmundparsons.co.uk/archive/files/screen-hamburg-max-parsons.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.maxedmundparsons.co.uk/files/tv-coloured-noise-max-parsons-2-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://www.maxedmundparsons.co.uk/files/tv-coloured-noise-max-parsons-2-1.jpg" /></a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
RuPaul's Drag Race Season 5, Week 7: Roxxxy Andrews is a Real Fake<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TimJonesYelvington/videos?view=0">Tim "Tintim" Jones-Yelvington</a>
<br />
<br />
<iframe width="853" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DeM-LjQI-Ms" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://www.laetitiaandsebastien.blogspot.com/"><b>Laetitia Chretien & Sebastien Zanini </b></a></span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLkDVzk4ucI/S5kCkm1oFQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4u-_oiPfhnI/s1600/maillot+def.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="432" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLkDVzk4ucI/S5kCkm1oFQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4u-_oiPfhnI/s640/maillot+def.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLkDVzk4ucI/S5kCjtM4LqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AA5Wtrco5XU/s1600/jambes+def.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="432" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLkDVzk4ucI/S5kCjtM4LqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AA5Wtrco5XU/s640/jambes+def.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLkDVzk4ucI/S5kCi_tY5RI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zPiuHuYZZxw/s1600/aisselles+def.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLkDVzk4ucI/S5kCi_tY5RI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zPiuHuYZZxw/s640/aisselles+def.jpg" width="486" /></a>
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLkDVzk4ucI/S5kCkA5XIMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/J_KS0dD0T2U/s1600/torse+def.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLkDVzk4ucI/S5kCkA5XIMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/J_KS0dD0T2U/s640/torse+def.jpg" width="486" /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://cargocollective.com/marionfayolle/"><b>Marion Fayolle</b></a></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://p2.storage.canalblog.com/21/07/563564/82307437_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://p2.storage.canalblog.com/21/07/563564/82307437_o.jpg" width="586" /></a></div>
<a href="http://p3.storage.canalblog.com/38/01/563564/80315076_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="499" src="http://p3.storage.canalblog.com/38/01/563564/80315076_o.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<a href="http://p0.storage.canalblog.com/02/90/563564/84331768_o.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="476" src="http://p0.storage.canalblog.com/02/90/563564/84331768_o.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I want to smell Mexico in your arm hairs.<br />
<br />
I fall in love with your bed sheets while you are away. I kiss the fabric and hope the fibers become human cells and grow into you. I wear your t-shirts for dresses, sit in your chair, and wonder what you do with the light when it hits the wall in squares. Shuffling yellows. Slides stacked and filed in your desk drawers.<br />
<br />
Bring me tumbleweed, too, I say when you call.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/42499796305/three-fictions-by-emily-cementina">"Three Fictions" by Emily Cementina</a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://www.christianvanminnen.com/"><b>Christian Rex van Minnen</b></a></span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18hhtw3k1q9gzjpg/ku-xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18hhtw3k1q9gzjpg/ku-xlarge.jpg" width="484" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18hhtx70p3qrkjpg/ku-xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18hhtx70p3qrkjpg/ku-xlarge.jpg" width="538" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18hhty2ld50mojpg/ku-xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18hhty2ld50mojpg/ku-xlarge.jpg" width="506" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18hhtz23uvd9zjpg/ku-xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18hhtz23uvd9zjpg/ku-xlarge.jpg" width="500" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><a href="http://www.billdunlap.com/index.html">Bill Dunlop</a></b></span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.billdunlap.com/art/images/black_02/black_02_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="636" src="http://www.billdunlap.com/art/images/black_02/black_02_02.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.billdunlap.com/art/images/black_02/black_02_05b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.billdunlap.com/art/images/black_02/black_02_05b.jpg" width="634" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.billdunlap.com/art/images/black/black_10_black.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.billdunlap.com/art/images/black/black_10_black.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
In general for you is the 19th century American short story a return to childhood or an escape from it? (This question has been asked in exams dating back decades.) Cite three 19th century American authors whose careers prove we cannot trust the institutional gatekeepers. Is “The Fall of the House of Usher” more romantic or realistic than “The Abasement of the Northmores”? Explain. What is the difference between Poe’s use of the mise en abîme and that of, say, Jewett’s entering the consciousness of a tree?<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.brooklynrail.org/2013/02/fiction/the-exam">"The Exam" by Tom Whalen</a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://www.linlingallery.com/eng/artist_introduce.php?id=33"><b>Cao Hui</b></a></span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://beautifuldecay.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/cao-hui-sculpture-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="635" src="http://beautifuldecay.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/cao-hui-sculpture-01.jpg" width="565" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://beautifuldecay.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/cao-hui-sculpture-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="443" src="http://beautifuldecay.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/cao-hui-sculpture-04.jpg" width="565" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://beautifuldecay.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/cao-hui-sculpture-06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="376" src="http://beautifuldecay.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/cao-hui-sculpture-06.jpg" width="565" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://beautifuldecay.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/cao-hui-sculpture-08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="474" src="http://beautifuldecay.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/cao-hui-sculpture-08.jpg" width="565" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><a href="http://frieke.com/">Frieke Janssens</a></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<br />
<a href="http://frieke.com/assets/uploads/large/85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://frieke.com/assets/uploads/large/85.jpg" width="640" /></a><a href="http://frieke.com/assets/uploads/large/90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://frieke.com/assets/uploads/large/90.jpg" width="640" /></a><a href="http://frieke.com/assets/uploads/large/78.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://frieke.com/assets/uploads/large/78.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<a href="http://frieke.com/assets/uploads/large/86.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://frieke.com/assets/uploads/large/86.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
Milton Babbitt's Composition for 4 Instruments (1948) <br />
<br />
for flute, clarinet, violin and cello
<br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_uHLmNpE4HM" width="640"></iframe>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Cakes Da Killa - CUNTSPIRACY (2012)
<br />
<br />
directed by Sean Anthony
<br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6vo2ITJVUXM" width="640"></iframe>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.joebuglewicz.com/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Joe Buglewicz</b></span></a>
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.joebuglewicz.com/files/gimgs/70_badfood03.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://www.joebuglewicz.com/files/gimgs/70_badfood03.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<a href="http://www.joebuglewicz.com/files/gimgs/70_badfood05.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://www.joebuglewicz.com/files/gimgs/70_badfood05.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<a href="http://www.joebuglewicz.com/files/gimgs/70_badfood12.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://www.joebuglewicz.com/files/gimgs/70_badfood12.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<a href="http://www.joebuglewicz.com/files/gimgs/70_badfood07.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://www.joebuglewicz.com/files/gimgs/70_badfood07.jpg" width="640" /></a>
<a href="http://www.joebuglewicz.com/files/gimgs/70_badfood09.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://www.joebuglewicz.com/files/gimgs/70_badfood09.jpg" width="640" /></a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I didn’t set my high school on fire because I was surrounded by malicious, wisecracking friends peer-pressuring me into doing something foolish. It was something I did alone.<br />
<br />
I was in study hall with a lighter in my shoe. There wasn’t anyone I knew in that class, and the teacher didn’t pay very much attention.<br />
<br />
Twenty minutes into class, I left the room and wandered upstairs. I went into the girl’s bathroom, entered a stall, and pulled out handfuls of toilet paper. I took the lighter from my shoe, flicked it once, twice, and held it to the paper. The fire singed the thin tissue and then caught, turning from a little nail-sized flame to a fistful, and bigger, and when smoke started to curl up from the pile I dropped it and hurried out, back down the stairs, and into my seat, shaking and frightened and excited.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://therumpus.net/2013/03/i-was-a-teenage-arsonist/">“I Was A Teenage Arsonist”<br />
by<br />
Delaney Nolan</a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.jennifercronin.com/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Jennifer Cronin</b></span></a><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.jennifercronin.com/"></a><a href="http://www.jennifercronin.com/uploads/2/7/3/0/2730610/1444083_orig.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.jennifercronin.com/uploads/2/7/3/0/2730610/1444083_orig.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.jennifercronin.com/uploads/2/7/3/0/2730610/5197701_orig.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.jennifercronin.com/uploads/2/7/3/0/2730610/5197701_orig.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://www.jennifercronin.com/uploads/2/7/3/0/2730610/9991134_orig.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://www.jennifercronin.com/uploads/2/7/3/0/2730610/9991134_orig.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
Sky Ferreira - "Everything is Embarrassing"
<br />
<br />
Directed by Grant Singer
<br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1jtTeMgWNhA" width="853"></iframe></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aurelien-buttin/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Aurélien Buttin</b></span></a><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8485/8190710793_226d577132_c.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8485/8190710793_226d577132_c.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8208/8208559584_88bd4da4b2_c.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8208/8208559584_88bd4da4b2_c.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7248/8158396716_ef018555d1_c.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7248/8158396716_ef018555d1_c.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7244/7266239136_168d8b9565_c.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7244/7266239136_168d8b9565_c.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8164/7115021903_54c8dbda87_c.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8164/7115021903_54c8dbda87_c.jpg" /></a>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Glass - A Portrait of Philip In Twelve Parts</i><br />
Directed by Scott Hicks<br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lGaG5VJqgZg" width="640"></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x__legLn4q8" width="640"></iframe>
</div>christopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-14965740770456143452013-02-18T12:21:00.000-06:002013-02-18T20:38:13.505-06:00Authors on Artists: Letitia Trent on Francesca Woodman<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Four Things about
Francesca Woodman</span><o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>by Letitia Trent</b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><br /></b></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><b>1.<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-weight: normal;"> </span></b><!--[endif]--><b>Francesca Woodman is the First Photographer
I Knew by Name<o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
Francesca Woodman died in 1981, at the age
of 22, by jumping out of a window. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
I wish that this wasn’t the first thing
that most people know about Francesca Woodman. Knowing her end means that we
search her images for traces of that end everywhere—her blurry body parts are
not simply blurry body parts, but hints at her unrecognizable face post-death.
Hints of her desire to erase herself. Dying young and by your own hand means
that everything you did before that death—even if the death might have been in
a fever of self-loathing, a momentary burst of despair immediately regretted as
soon as the act became irreversible—is combed for clues, as if you’d always
been planning it with every word or diary entry or photograph. Maybe she was.
Maybe she wasn’t. Is this a useful way to read the work of any artist? Is it
even possible to avoid reading her work this way? <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
I first saw Woodman’s work in 1999, when I
was 18 years old, without the context of the end of her life. I probably did a
Yahoo search for “female photographers” or saw her linked on a livejournal
page. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
When I first saw her work, I had two
reactions: I instantly loved her photographs and I knew that we were both obsessed
with death. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVEyo84ffWg/USJs-OYAMjI/AAAAAAAAApY/zABiwUvuYms/s1600/woodman1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVEyo84ffWg/USJs-OYAMjI/AAAAAAAAApY/zABiwUvuYms/s640/woodman1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><b>2.<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-weight: normal;"> </span></b><!--[endif]--><b>Ghosts and Angels<o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
Woodman’s most famous photographs are
self-portraits, many of which seem to be about death, or at least the spectral.
One set, called “The Angel Series”, features a photograph with two plastic
sheets suspended in the air like wings, and Woodman, naked from the waist-up, jumping
as though trying to reach them.</div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NWkpasVo1iI/USJtliLrFOI/AAAAAAAAApg/GJqcWtBZkc0/s1600/woodman2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NWkpasVo1iI/USJtliLrFOI/AAAAAAAAApg/GJqcWtBZkc0/s1600/woodman2.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
In another series, she poses in a decrepit apartment building, the wallpaper
peeling to reveal the wall beneath. Her interiors are bleak, haunted places,
full of broken objects.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cgKZpTbk84g/USJtxrx6s6I/AAAAAAAAApo/SZLHV63bwEE/s1600/woodman3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="625" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cgKZpTbk84g/USJtxrx6s6I/AAAAAAAAApo/SZLHV63bwEE/s640/woodman3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
In several of Woodman’s photographs, she is
obscured by strips of wallpaper, hidden behind great sheets of it, and pressed
against the peeling and dirty walls. Sometimes it seems like her body is trying
to sink into the walls of the building, while in others, she is trying to make
the body yet another object, and in others, that she is making herself a ghost,
a blurry object in the background, caught by accident behind the focal point of
the composition. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd0HHB3w-Hk/USJuOuco9TI/AAAAAAAAApw/htsiKJktQx8/s1600/woodman4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd0HHB3w-Hk/USJuOuco9TI/AAAAAAAAApw/htsiKJktQx8/s1600/woodman4.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
In other photographs, her body or the
bodies of her models are alarmingly real and confront the camera. In some
pictures (rarely, but it’s shocking when it happens), her face is clearly
turned toward the camera, often bearing a look of slight amusement or surprise
or what seems to be mock seriousness.</div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BhRKc9RnMnY/USJuZxKESfI/AAAAAAAAAp4/irYl8uh6bm4/s1600/woodman5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BhRKc9RnMnY/USJuZxKESfI/AAAAAAAAAp4/irYl8uh6bm4/s640/woodman5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBN9zhWp2aE/USJu0wJV3GI/AAAAAAAAAqA/SFJYdAZq4VU/s1600/woodman6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBN9zhWp2aE/USJu0wJV3GI/AAAAAAAAAqA/SFJYdAZq4VU/s1600/woodman6.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><b>3.<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-weight: normal;"> </span></b><!--[endif]--><b>Things I Don’t Want to Think About the Way
I Think About Francesca Woodman: <o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
It’s almost embarrassing to like Francesca
Woodman because she is sometimes called a photographer “for women” and “about
women” or “about female identity”, much like Sylvia Plath is often thought of
as a “women’s poet”, and it’s sometimes embarrassing to have the mark of Plath
on your poems as it is embarrassing to have the mark of Woodman on your
photography. Why is it embarrassing? Embarrassing because both women kept journals
(a thing often dismissed as “girly” to do, when done by a woman) and both were
interested in the physicality of the body and the gothic decay of the body/home
and both killed themselves at a young age and both have been dismissed as
navel-gazers who used their threats of suicide and their beauty as a way to get
attention and (this is really a claim—read any comment thread on an article
about Woodman or Plath and see) that they both died to advance their careers. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
It’s
embarrassing to be embarrassed about liking things “for women” or “about female
identity” because one then realizes how deeply ingrained embarrassment about
the female body/art is and, I will begin to say “I” now, it’s embarrassing how
sometimes I want somebody to assure me that Woodman actually was the genius I
think she is and not a self-obsessed chronicler of her own culturally
agreed-upon beautiful body displayed in pieces and blurs or a “kitschy
throwback” according to the New York Times or a talented girl who earned her
fame partly by throwing herself from a building when she was still beautiful enough
for anyone to care. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast">
I would like to read a review of Woodman that
does not say or even imply even one of the following ideas: She was talented,
but not original. She was clearly a serious artist, but too self-obsessed and
narrow. She had a unique vision, but that vision matters mostly because she is
dead. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><b>4.<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-weight: normal;"> </span></b><!--[endif]--><b>I wanted to be Francesca Woodman <o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
I got my first digital camera in 2000, and
the first thing I did with it was create self-portraits in the hot, crowded,
ugly rooms of my small apartment. I wore garage sale dresses with rips and
unworkable zippers and posed under the table, in corners, on the dirty floor,
usually mid-movement. I had an obsessive desire to capture myself in ways that
both obscured and highlighted my physical body—I wanted to be there, but not be
there. I had learned this from fashion photography, from literature, from Edgar
Allen Poe, who said the death of a beautiful woman is the most poetical topic
in the world, and so my pictures had an element of erasure, of blurring, of the
body disappearing, of death. Somehow, taking a picture of myself in one moment
in time felt like performing a kind of death, but I did not understand why, and
I wanted to figure it out visually.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
Of course, I had also learned this from
Francesca Woodman. <o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZLAbxN16GY/USJvIDj7SsI/AAAAAAAAAqI/tqfhkXE_z9Y/s1600/woodman7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZLAbxN16GY/USJvIDj7SsI/AAAAAAAAAqI/tqfhkXE_z9Y/s640/woodman7.jpg" width="638" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
Woodman’s use of her own body as an object of
inquiry and her staged compositions in crumbling interiors are the easiest
surface elements of her work to imitate, but less easy to duplicate are her
irony, her interest in looking deeply at how we create identity through
reflection and imitation, and her ability to translate internal states into
images. I was never very good at it, so I gave it up. I didn’t have the
obsessive need that Woodman seemed to have, a need that made her take thousands
of meticulously staged, inventive photographs over a period of less than seven
years. I also didn’t have the talent. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
In one famous image, her photocopied face
is held before the faces of three naked women— </div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xUbnPMsJjrc/USJviK-efeI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/yJ8mb18jkZw/s1600/woodman8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xUbnPMsJjrc/USJviK-efeI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/yJ8mb18jkZw/s640/woodman8.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
—is Francesca Woodman really in the picture at all? And what does it mean to be
<i>in </i>a photograph anyway, to be
rendered a flat object amongst other objects? Throughout Woodman’s photographs,
there is a thread of obsessive examination and inquiry into exactly what a body
is, how we identify a person in a photograph, and what a person is at all
anyway, if a person can be both the creator of an image and the representation
inside of it. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast">
***<br />
<br /></div>
<a href="http://letitiatrentpoetry.blogspot.com/">Letitia Trent</a>'s work has appeared in <i>Denver Quarterly</i>, <i>The Black Warrior Review</i>, <i>Fence</i>, <i>Folio</i>, <i>The Journal</i>, <i>Mipoesias</i>, <i>Ootoliths</i>, <i>Blazevox</i>, and many others. Her books include the full-length collection <i>One Perfect Bird</i> and the chapbooks "You aren't in this movie" (dancing girl press), Splice (Blue Hour Press) and The Medical Diaries (Scantily Clad Press). She was the 2010 winner of the Alumni Flash Writing Award from the Ohio State University's <i>The Journal</i> and has been awarded fellowships from The Vermont Studio Center and the MacDowell Colony.
<br />
<br />
<br />christopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-75651552656064910072013-02-05T09:22:00.000-06:002013-02-06T10:08:02.737-06:00Asemic Writing: An International Perspective<b>Jeremy Balius</b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq1QDaAQcZU/UP2Ml2kVE9I/AAAAAAAAE8w/8PKyu56_g3w/s1600/bsc1typewriterimage.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq1QDaAQcZU/UP2Ml2kVE9I/AAAAAAAAE8w/8PKyu56_g3w/s1600/bsc1typewriterimage.jpeg" height="640" width="520" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaQcvwKu30M/UP2MrL5w4uI/AAAAAAAAE84/y3-AdA2HdFo/s1600/bsc2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaQcvwKu30M/UP2MrL5w4uI/AAAAAAAAE84/y3-AdA2HdFo/s1600/bsc2.jpeg" height="640" width="476" /> </a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div>
Jeremy Balius is an artist living in Fremantle, Western Australia. A
collection of work was published in the 'This is Visual Poetry' series (<span style="font-family: '.HelveticaNeueUI'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="http://thisisvisualpoetry.com/?p=1099" target="_blank">http://thisisvisualpoetry.<wbr></wbr>com/?p=1099</a>) in 2012.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Jean-Christophe Giacottino</b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jsym4-cmDFc/UQU-HZ9QmTI/AAAAAAAAFKU/HXpPMkvB1ow/s1600/bscjc1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jsym4-cmDFc/UQU-HZ9QmTI/AAAAAAAAFKU/HXpPMkvB1ow/s1600/bscjc1.jpg" height="640" width="492" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDezKrTsb5I/UQU-JjOTvXI/AAAAAAAAFKc/7AO9KtGZg0A/s1600/bscjc2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDezKrTsb5I/UQU-JjOTvXI/AAAAAAAAFKc/7AO9KtGZg0A/s1600/bscjc2.jpg" height="640" width="450" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Jean-Christophe Giacottino was<br />born in Bordeaux, France <span style="font-size: small;">the</span> 29th of <span style="font-size: small;">J</span>anuary 1970.<br />Currently, he lives and works in Aix-en-Provence.<br />He is an artist (painter, musician) and social worker </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">( working with children who suffers from behavioral troubles).</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: '.HelveticaNeueUI'; font-size: small; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap;"> <b>Dion L Charleton</b></span><br />
<br /></div>
<div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUnsJiHskVE/UP2PQVkU0FI/AAAAAAAAE9I/CAmbaS0CH-8/s1600/bsc3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUnsJiHskVE/UP2PQVkU0FI/AAAAAAAAE9I/CAmbaS0CH-8/s1600/bsc3.jpg" height="411" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ_ScePJ3HA/UP2PTPNE1FI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/VEcgunyu4Fs/s1600/bsc3.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ_ScePJ3HA/UP2PTPNE1FI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/VEcgunyu4Fs/s1600/bsc3.1.jpg" height="640" width="633" /></a></div>
<a name='more'></a></div>
<div>
<br />
<br />
I'm 56 years old. My compulsive drawing began at age 12. I have
little formal training other than a few high school and college courses.
Like everyone around me, I thought no one understood what I was trying
to convey with my art work. I went into a 'public exhibition' exile
for nearly thirty years. Oh, I never quit working; I just never shared
any of them anymore. As time flew on by, all I got was older and slowly
grew a more of an "F" it attitude. Luckily, I've found outlets to show
my stuff (Yea, internet!). I have found that I grow more aware of
myself (my little Jungian, self actualization job) by receiving and
pondering the commentary of others and what they feel/think about my
art. Going on four years after my heart attack, I can't thank everyone
enough! Ascemic art is an avenue everyone can take and no one ever
travels it the same way. What could be more Zen?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Satu Kaikkonen</b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zLIFkW1xtE/UP2sV4WC5BI/AAAAAAAAFBw/puLEk4gPnCA/s1600/bsc15.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zLIFkW1xtE/UP2sV4WC5BI/AAAAAAAAFBw/puLEk4gPnCA/s1600/bsc15.gif" height="640" width="579" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Enj9MwAHo1k/UP2sXvqmc_I/AAAAAAAAFB4/2JdAyLQruBw/s1600/bsc15.1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Enj9MwAHo1k/UP2sXvqmc_I/AAAAAAAAFB4/2JdAyLQruBw/s1600/bsc15.1.gif" height="640" width="579" /></a></div>
</div>
<div>
<br />
<br />
Satu Kaikkonen (23.8.1967) is a poet and visual poet from Finland. Her
works include tradidional lyrics as well as visual & asemic poetry
and sound poetry. Kaikkonen mainly creates her visual poems digitally,
but she also uses concrete objects in her works. Kaikkonen has taken
part in exhibitions of visual poetry in the US, UK, Hungary, Russia and
Finland, and her works have featured in numerous poetry magazines, both
Finnish and international. Her works are also incluted to the Last Vispo
Anthology 1998-2008. Homepage VISUALpOeTrY <a href="http://www.kotiposti.net/kaikkonent/alku_2.html" target="_blank">http://www.kotiposti.net/kaikk<wbr></wbr>onent/alku_2.html</a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Nuno De Matos AKA Matox</b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3e-aZt1HYTQ/UQAKNjWWJmI/AAAAAAAAFDw/ORPX-uIfgBg/s1600/wall+project-render.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3e-aZt1HYTQ/UQAKNjWWJmI/AAAAAAAAFDw/ORPX-uIfgBg/s1600/wall+project-render.JPG" height="640" width="632" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m91KyBkjvtY/UQAKTUSrBCI/AAAAAAAAFD4/BLROhpm5WUk/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m91KyBkjvtY/UQAKTUSrBCI/AAAAAAAAFD4/BLROhpm5WUk/s1600/photo.JPG" height="622" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Nuno de Matos --Matox<br />
1971 Barreiro--Lisbon<br />
<br />
Lives and works between Eus (Pyrénées-Orientales)--France and Lisbon Portugal<br />
<br />
Nuno de Matos, aka Matox has grown up at Saint-céré, France, near the alelier of Jean Lurçat. He studied at the university of Toulouse. He now lives in Eus, a famous village in French Catalonia.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Harkim Chan</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b><br /></b>
<b><br /></b>
<b><br /></b>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BfvIVF6MgJg/UQbpabYXvTI/AAAAAAAAFKw/C4paM4DRdgU/s1600/bschar1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BfvIVF6MgJg/UQbpabYXvTI/AAAAAAAAFKw/C4paM4DRdgU/s1600/bschar1.jpg" height="462" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSxjnZ29qsw/UQcGAnQ9ZZI/AAAAAAAAFME/oYuau4lhw1w/s1600/PLODE_15_wall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSxjnZ29qsw/UQcGAnQ9ZZI/AAAAAAAAFME/oYuau4lhw1w/s1600/PLODE_15_wall.jpg" height="640" width="462" /></a></div>
<b><br /></b>
<b><br /></b>
<br />
Born and raised in Hong Kong; Harkim migrated to U.S. as a teenager to
study art and design. At the age of 23, he received a M.F.A. in painting
and printmaking from Rhode Island School of Design.<br />
<br />
With the art
market crash in the 90s, Harkim's dream of being an artist in New York
and chilling with Julian Schnable shattered. He then self taught
himself graphic design and started working for ad agencies and studios.
Today, while he works as a corporate monkey, Harkim day dreams about all
kinds of abstract visual landscapes which would eventually manifest
themselves into different scopes of fantastic imagery. See them here: <a href="http://www.cargocollective.com/harkim" target="_blank">http://www.cargocollective.<wbr></wbr>com/harkim</a><br />
<br />
Harkim calls L.A. his second home after working in Hollywood for 11 years. He now works and lives in Beijing. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="iw">
<b><span class="gD" name="steve dalachinsky">Steve Dalachinsky</span></b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AV-fZU3EdIg/UQFO1bn3vCI/AAAAAAAAFGE/CUcGzX-Y-kM/s1600/bscsteved2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AV-fZU3EdIg/UQFO1bn3vCI/AAAAAAAAFGE/CUcGzX-Y-kM/s1600/bscsteved2.jpg" height="640" width="450" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
<div class="iw">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7DkO6t__MAE/UP2ZVfqb0gI/AAAAAAAAE9g/l4lKoY5iYao/s1600/bsc2adamandeven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7DkO6t__MAE/UP2ZVfqb0gI/AAAAAAAAE9g/l4lKoY5iYao/s1600/bsc2adamandeven.jpg" height="640" width="464" /></a></div>
<div class="iw">
<b><span class="gD" name="steve dalachinsky"> </span></b> </div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
Steve dalachinsky was born in 1946, Brooklyn, New York right after the last big war and<br />
has managed to survive lots of little wars. His work has appeared extensively in journals<br />
on & off line including; Big Bridge, Milk, Tribes, Unlikely Stories, Ratapallax, Evergreen<br />
Review, Long Shot, Alpha Beat Soup, Xtant, Blue Beat Jacket, The Brooklyn Review,. He<br />
is included in such anthologies as Beat Indeed, The Haiku Moment, Up is Up But So is<br />
Down: NYU Downtown Literary Anthology, the Unbearables anthologies: Help Yourself,<br />
The Worse Book I Ever Read and The Big Book of Sex (of which he is a co-editor) and<br />
the esteemed Outlaw Bible of American Poetry. He has written liner notes for the CDs of<br />
many artists including Anthony Braxton, Charles Gayle, James "Blood" Ulmer, Rashied<br />
Ali, Roy Campbell, Matthew Shipp and Roscoe Mitchell. His 1999 CD, Incomplete<br />
Direction (Knitting Factory Records), a collection of his poetry read in collaboration<br />
with various musicians, has garnered much praise. His chapbooks include Musicology<br />
(Editions Pioche, Paris 2005), Trial and Error in Paris (Loudmouth Collective 2003),<br />
Lautreamont's Laments (Furniture Press 2005), In Glorious Black and White (Ugly<br />
Duckling Presse 2005), Dream Book (Avantcular Press 2005), Christ Amongst the Fishes<br />
(A book of collages, Oilcan Press 2009), Insomnia Poems (Propaganda Press 2009),<br />
Invasion of the Animal People (Propaganda Press 2010), The Mantis: collected poems for<br />
Cecil Taylor 1966-2009 (Iniquity Press 2011), Trustfund Babies (Unlikely Stories Press<br />
The Veiled Doorway & St. Lucie (Unarmed Press 20012) and Long Play E.P. (Corrupt<br />
Press, 2012). His book The Final Nite (complete notes from a Charles Gayle Notebook,<br />
Ugly Duckling Presse 2006) won the 2007 Josephine Miles PEN National Book Award<br />
His most recent books are Logos and Language, a collaboration with pianist Matthew<br />
Shipp (Rogueart Press 2007), Reaching into the Unknown, a collaborative project with<br />
French photographer Jacques Bisceglia, RogueArt 2009). His latest CD is Phenomena<br />
of Interference, a collaboration with pianist Matthew Shipp (Hopscotch Records 2005).<br />
He has read throughout the N.Y. area, the U.S., Japan and Europe, including France and<br />
Germany. He is a contributing writer to the Brooklyn Rail. His book A Superintendent's<br />
Eyes (Hozomeen Press 2000) is being reissued by Autonomedia/Unbearables in<br />
an expanded/revised edition in late fall 2012. His latest cds are collaborations with<br />
saxophonist Dave Liebman, bassist Joelle Leandre and an experimental French rock<br />
Group the Snobs.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Patricia Bell</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b><br /></b>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4tgNv09e7P4/UQBqq8WohVI/AAAAAAAAFFM/VBCYdXyWA-Q/s1600/asemic1Bell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4tgNv09e7P4/UQBqq8WohVI/AAAAAAAAFFM/VBCYdXyWA-Q/s1600/asemic1Bell.jpg" height="472" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVYmX4a1eQs/UQBqwsQyI1I/AAAAAAAAFFU/GbDwCczXiRs/s1600/asemic2Bell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVYmX4a1eQs/UQBqwsQyI1I/AAAAAAAAFFU/GbDwCczXiRs/s1600/asemic2Bell.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div>
<b><br /></b>
<br />
<div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
Fine Art B. A. 1972</div>
<div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
Post Graduate Studies (Theatre Design) Slade School of Fine Art, London University, 1975-77</div>
<div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
M.A. Illustration & Design, 2005.</div>
<div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
Worked mostly in theatre arts and Information Technology since leaving University, and started painting in 2004. </div>
<div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
Whatever
i work on i have a vision in my head of movements - of body movements
to express words and emotions. I'm delighted to find that these come
together in Asemic Writing, something i'd never heard of until recently.
Thank you for putting a name to my fascination. <i><br /></i></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Jim Wittenberg </b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7cmgVfUn7Z8/UP2ahWSIDJI/AAAAAAAAE9w/u3rihB-S4t4/s1600/bsc4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7cmgVfUn7Z8/UP2ahWSIDJI/AAAAAAAAE9w/u3rihB-S4t4/s640/bsc4.JPG" height="640" width="608" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_cEPR5zzzqA/UP2akG6HadI/AAAAAAAAE94/XLkZppv8Gv4/s1600/bsc4.1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_cEPR5zzzqA/UP2akG6HadI/AAAAAAAAE94/XLkZppv8Gv4/s640/bsc4.1.JPG" height="640" width="507" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Jim Wittenberg writes, but for the past eighteen months he has
concentrated on writing asemic poetry. He titles each poem, but the
titles have nothing to do with what the readers view. His pieces,
whether color or black and white, are smudged and distorted. This is a
reflection of Jim's lifelong unconcern for tidy penmanship.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Tim Murray</b><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRUt90dtIjE/UP2blS0Gw9I/AAAAAAAAE-E/t7ruurrzTFk/s1600/bsc5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRUt90dtIjE/UP2blS0Gw9I/AAAAAAAAE-E/t7ruurrzTFk/s1600/bsc5.jpg" height="249" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udMrRIQT3rs/UP2bn_ZqU8I/AAAAAAAAE-M/5fmw5Z-qI34/s1600/bsc5.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udMrRIQT3rs/UP2bn_ZqU8I/AAAAAAAAE-M/5fmw5Z-qI34/s1600/bsc5.1.jpg" height="377" width="640" /></a></div>
</div>
<div>
<br />
<br />
Tim Murray (b. 1977) is a lifelong resident of Northwest Indiana. He
is proprietor of Indiana's 17th largest aluminum foil ball exhibit and
gift shop.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b><span class="gD" name="Marton Koppany">M</span></b><b><span class="gD" name="Marton Koppany"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">á</span></span>rton Kopp</span></b><b><span class="gD" name="Marton Koppany"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">á</span></span>ny</span></b> <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWlCH_cbHh4/UP2cqAids6I/AAAAAAAAE-c/nL66Yi2RZoE/s1600/bsc6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWlCH_cbHh4/UP2cqAids6I/AAAAAAAAE-c/nL66Yi2RZoE/s1600/bsc6.JPG" height="266" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Márton
Koppány is a Hungarian writer who lost his mother tongue more than thirty years
ago and is still searching for it. His latest books include </span><i><a href="http://mhcyoung.blogspot.hu/2012/11/out-from-otoliths-marton-koppanys.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #336633; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Addenda</span></span></a></i><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> (Otoliths, 2012) and <i><a href="http://mhcyoung.blogspot.com/2010/07/now-out-from-otoliths-modulations-by.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #336633; text-decoration: none;">Modulations</span></a></i> (Otoliths, 2010).</span></span><br />
<div class="yj6qo ajU">
<div class="ajR" data-tooltip="Show trimmed content" id=":vf" role="button" tabindex="0">
<img class="ajT" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/images/cleardot.gif" /></div>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Tony Burhouse</b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yEDtFhrq_2U/UQAk-rvno6I/AAAAAAAAFEM/bsh6qIoLzro/s1600/leaf4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yEDtFhrq_2U/UQAk-rvno6I/AAAAAAAAFEM/bsh6qIoLzro/s1600/leaf4.jpg" height="124" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oyKfi8Zlx8w/UQAlEy4mOYI/AAAAAAAAFEU/Xnwzm151DoM/s1600/leaf5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oyKfi8Zlx8w/UQAlEy4mOYI/AAAAAAAAFEU/Xnwzm151DoM/s1600/leaf5.jpg" height="220" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<pre><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: small;">Tony Burhouse a.k.a. Gene Mutation, 25, lives to dream, draw and ponder the big </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: small;">questions. Based in Leeds, UK and generally working in design/illustration, he also </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: small;">plays in DIY noise-punk outfit Etai Keshiki, as well as producing comics, contributing </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: small;">to picture zines and exhibiting stuff that should probably be considered Fine Art.
<a href="http://www.genemutation.co.uk/" target="_blank">www.genemutation.co.uk</a></span></pre>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<pre></pre>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<b><span class="gD" name="andrew topel">A</span><span class="gD" name="andrew topel">ndrew Topel</span></b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_060Zeu-NuI/UQP6gizZzMI/AAAAAAAAFKA/_Wzvf7V3Y0k/s1600/sign+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_060Zeu-NuI/UQP6gizZzMI/AAAAAAAAFKA/_Wzvf7V3Y0k/s1600/sign+2.jpg" height="640" width="494" /></a></div>
<span id="goog_1641538083"></span><span id="goog_1641538084"></span><br />
<span id="goog_687077314"></span><span id="goog_687077315"></span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvEm-capiJA/UP2d2zhy6_I/AAAAAAAAE-s/P2UCDE1Klqs/s1600/bsc7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvEm-capiJA/UP2d2zhy6_I/AAAAAAAAE-s/P2UCDE1Klqs/s1600/bsc7.jpg" height="640" width="494" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Andrew refuses to reveal anything of significance in this bio note<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>John M. Bennett </b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1f_Cnf5Uos/UP2gUTkoUhI/AAAAAAAAE_A/-5a4uYyUgao/s1600/bsc8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1f_Cnf5Uos/UP2gUTkoUhI/AAAAAAAAE_A/-5a4uYyUgao/s1600/bsc8.jpg" height="640" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tBV1GEKjspQ/UP2gzTTdCHI/AAAAAAAAE_I/ME8U0BXqpgY/s1600/bsc8.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tBV1GEKjspQ/UP2gzTTdCHI/AAAAAAAAE_I/ME8U0BXqpgY/s1600/bsc8.1.jpg" height="640" width="540" /> </a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
John M. Bennett has published over 400 books and chapbooks of poetry and other materials.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Among the most recent are rOlling COMBers (Potes & Poets</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Press), MAILER LEAVES HAM (Pantograph Press), LOOSE WATCH (Invisible Press),</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
CHAC PROSTIBULARIO (with Ivan Arguelles; Pavement Saw Press), HISTORIETAS</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
ALFABETICAS (Luna Bisonte Prods), PUBLIC CUBE (Luna Bisonte Prods), THE PEEL</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
(Anabasis Press), GLUE (xPress(ed)), LAP GUN CUT (with F. A. Nettelbeck; Luna</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Bisonte Prods), INSTRUCTION BOOK (Luna Bisonte Prods), la M al (Blue Lion</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Books), CANTAR DEL HUFF (Luna Bisonte Prods), SOUND DIRT (with Jim Leftwich;</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Luna Bisonte Prods), BACKWORDS (Blue Lion Books), NOS (Redfox Press), D RAIN</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
B LOOM (with Scott Helmes; xPress(ed)), CHANGDENTS (Offerta Speciale), L</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
ENTES (Blue Lion Books), NOS (Redfoxpress), SPITTING DDREAMS (Blue Lion</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Books), ONDA (with Tom Cassidy; Luna Bisonte Prods), 30 DIALOGOS SONOROS</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
(with Martín Gubbins; Luna Bisonte Prods), BANGING THE STONE (WITH Jim</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Leftwich; Luna Bisonte Prods), FASTER NIH (Luna Bisonte Prods); RREVES (Editions</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
du Silence); NEOLIPIC (Argotist); LAS CABEZAS MAYAS/MAYA HEADS (Luna</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Bisonte Prods); BALAM MALAB (Logan Elm Press); LA VISTA GANCHA (Luna Bisonte</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Prods); THE SOCK SACK/UNFINISHED FICTIONS/MORE INSERTS (with Richard</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Kostelanetz; Luna Bisonte Prods); T ICK TICK TIC K (Chalked Editions and White</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Sky Books); THIS IS VISUAL POETRY (This is Visual Poetry); EL HUMO LETRADO:</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
POESÍA EN ESPAÑOL (Chalk Editions; 2nd ed. White Sky Books); ZABOD</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
(Tonerworks); TEXTIS GLOBBOLALICUS (3 vols.; mOnocle-Lash Anti-Press);</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
NITLATOA (Luna Bisonte Prods); OHIO GRIMES AND MISTED MEANIES (with Ben</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Bennett, Bob Marsh, Jack Wright; Edgetone Records); SUMO MI TOSIS (White Sky</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Books); CORRESPONDENCE 1979-1983 (with Davi Det Hompson; Luna Bisonte</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Prods); THE GNAT’S WINDOW (Luna Bisonte Prods); DRILLING FOR SUIT MYSTERY</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
(with Matthew T. Stolte; Luna Bisonte Prods); OBJECT OBJET (with Nicolas Carras;</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Luna Bisonte Prods); CARAARAC & EL TÍTULO INVISIBLE (Luna Bisonte Prods);</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
LIBER X (Luna Bisonte Prods; CUITLACOCHTLI (Xexoxial Editions); and BLOCK</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
(Luna Bisonte Prods). He has published, exhibited and performed his word art</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
worldwide in thousands of publications and venues. He was editor and publisher of</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
LOST AND FOUND TIMES (1975-2005), and is Curator of the Avant Writing</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Collection at The Ohio State University Libraries. Richard Kostelanetz has called</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
him “the seminal American poet of my generation”. His work, publications, and</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
papers are collected in several major institutions, including Washington University</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
(St. Louis), SUNY Buffalo, The Ohio State University, The Museum of Modern Art,</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
and other major libraries. His PhD (UCLA 1970) is in Latin American Literature. </div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Matt Margo</b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OzZzZX9AoRg/UP2i18p8x0I/AAAAAAAAE_Y/gC65NUXP2J4/s1600/bsc9.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OzZzZX9AoRg/UP2i18p8x0I/AAAAAAAAE_Y/gC65NUXP2J4/s1600/bsc9.png" height="640" width="494" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOdHcAlXfBA/UP2i497HdCI/AAAAAAAAE_g/SAWENPAS-uw/s1600/bsc9.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOdHcAlXfBA/UP2i497HdCI/AAAAAAAAE_g/SAWENPAS-uw/s1600/bsc9.1.jpg" height="604" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Matt Margo is the author of <i>Two Titles</i> (white sky books, 2011) and <i>BE YR OWN STORY</i> (self-published, 2012), among other semic and asemic works, all of which are cataloged <a href="http://matt-margo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">here</a>. His blog <a href="http://cormac-mccarthys-dead-typewriter.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Cormac McCarthy's Dead Typewriter</a>
publishes works of experimental literature, music, film, and art. He
presented his research paper "What Institutional Collecting Could Do for
Asemic Writing" at the 2011 Popular Culture Association/American
Culture Association National Conference.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Rosaire Appel </b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lrxAEqlscYE/UP2k2j8Fk0I/AAAAAAAAE_w/-l6G-tOjNpw/s1600/bsc10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lrxAEqlscYE/UP2k2j8Fk0I/AAAAAAAAE_w/-l6G-tOjNpw/s1600/bsc10.jpg" height="640" width="454" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n69-ftTnAQo/UP2k5K83UvI/AAAAAAAAE_4/8E9RcYtrVk8/s1600/bsc10.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n69-ftTnAQo/UP2k5K83UvI/AAAAAAAAE_4/8E9RcYtrVk8/s1600/bsc10.1.jpg" height="640" width="454" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aoIu3y6qLdg/UP2k8O2wR0I/AAAAAAAAFAA/P14dilkHRS8/s1600/bsc10.2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aoIu3y6qLdg/UP2k8O2wR0I/AAAAAAAAFAA/P14dilkHRS8/s1600/bsc10.2.jpg" height="640" width="454" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Rosaire
Appel (NYC) is an ex-writer, graphic artist exploring the betweens of
reading/looking/listening. She makes books (commercially printed, hand-made and recycled), ink drawings
and digital drawings. Her subject is, basically, visual language. Using a
combination of abstract comics and asemic writing, she develops sequences which
remain open to interpretation thus keeping the relationship between the viewer
and the work active rather than passive. Her website is: </span><a href="http://www.rosaireappel.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">www.rosaireappel.com</span></a><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
<br />
<b>Jim Leftwich</b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wm1CBb4AaEE/UQLf63_EE3I/AAAAAAAAFJk/cLZx5zEh4wc/s1600/scant+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wm1CBb4AaEE/UQLf63_EE3I/AAAAAAAAFJk/cLZx5zEh4wc/s1600/scant+1.jpg" height="268" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-skVDKY98/UQLgAfaI8dI/AAAAAAAAFJs/OhCzqohkcZg/s1600/scant+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-skVDKY98/UQLgAfaI8dI/AAAAAAAAFJs/OhCzqohkcZg/s1600/scant+2.jpg" height="640" width="470" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;">Jim Leftwich is a poet and mail artist who lives in Roanoke, Virginia. </span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;">he is the author of Dirt, Doubt, Sample Example, and Six Months Aint No Sentence. </span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;">since 2008 he has been involved in organizing mail art, fluxus, sound poetry, visual poetry and noise events in Roanoke.</span><br />
<div class="yj6qo ajU">
<div class="ajR" data-tooltip="Show trimmed content" id=":24" role="button" tabindex="0">
<img class="ajT" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/images/cleardot.gif" /></div>
</div>
<br />
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Marco Giovenale </span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g7J8vAfktg8/UP2mVb32-9I/AAAAAAAAFAQ/GTPVP90XxWc/s1600/bsc11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g7J8vAfktg8/UP2mVb32-9I/AAAAAAAAFAQ/GTPVP90XxWc/s1600/bsc11.jpg" height="640" width="444" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EgexfKmfZF8/UP2mYfvuPeI/AAAAAAAAFAY/bXQin5artKo/s1600/bsc11.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EgexfKmfZF8/UP2mYfvuPeI/AAAAAAAAFAY/bXQin5artKo/s1600/bsc11.1.jpg" height="534" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Marco Giovenale lives and works in Rome. He’s editor of gammm.org, puntocritico.eu, bina, Argo, Or, and several websites. An ever-changing draft of his English prose can be seen at differx.blogspot.com. He’s author of books and ebooks of linear poetry, asemic stuff, photography, experimental prose. Among others, these ones (in English): A gunless tea (Dusie, 2007), and CDK (Tir aux pigeons, 2009: http://tir-aux-pigeons.blogspot.it/2009/03/cdk-marco-giovenale.html). In 2011 he took part in the Bury Text Festival (Manchester); see http://otherroom.org/2011/05/22/ marco-giovenale-some-texts. His blog is http://slowforward.wordpress.com. News and infos about his art are at http://slowforward.wordpress.com/art/ </span>In 2011 he published a chapbook of asemic pieces in the series 'This is Visual Poetry', thanks to Dan Waber. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><b> </b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><b> </b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Christopher Skinner</span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YhoR9H1MJhE/UP2ntoIJScI/AAAAAAAAFAo/VvE4XhGpcMk/s1600/bsc12.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YhoR9H1MJhE/UP2ntoIJScI/AAAAAAAAFAo/VvE4XhGpcMk/s1600/bsc12.gif" height="475" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pExkXixOFRA/UP2nzv9bShI/AAAAAAAAFAw/lzkPWkXOAtw/s1600/bsc12.1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pExkXixOFRA/UP2nzv9bShI/AAAAAAAAFAw/lzkPWkXOAtw/s1600/bsc12.1.gif" height="320" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Christopher Skinner
was born in Sheffield in 1968 and began his career as a graphic designer during
the late 1980’s. His current artwork is predominantly print-based (relief and
intaglio) but also uses mixed media and digital technologies in his approach to
his asemic and artists book pieces. He is still an active graphic designer, completing
an MA in Design Practice in 2005 (University of Northumbria) and continues to
teach design and typography.</span><b>
</b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">He has
exhibited in several Book Arts exhibitions in the UK and gave live print
demonstrations at the inaugural Leeds Print Festival in 2012. He lives and works in Norfolk, England. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.lestaret.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">www.lestaret.wordpress.com</a></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Cheryl Penn</span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKhtN1nA9Tg/UP2pN2lFThI/AAAAAAAAFBA/3VGWfiqyGrg/s1600/bsc13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKhtN1nA9Tg/UP2pN2lFThI/AAAAAAAAFBA/3VGWfiqyGrg/s1600/bsc13.jpg" height="640" width="478" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg5LGv4vHi8/UP2pQJMfhFI/AAAAAAAAFBI/IN8yQA_QE5o/s1600/bsc13.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg5LGv4vHi8/UP2pQJMfhFI/AAAAAAAAFBI/IN8yQA_QE5o/s1600/bsc13.1.jpg" height="640" width="478" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b> </b> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Cheryl Penn (South Africa) is a process based art practitioner who uses
the mediums of collaboration, Asemics and Visual Poetry to express her
own personal visual language. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Donna Maria De Creeft</span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3a2PNN8wCQ/UP2qmcmszlI/AAAAAAAAFBY/DMqw_LeWceA/s1600/bsc14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3a2PNN8wCQ/UP2qmcmszlI/AAAAAAAAFBY/DMqw_LeWceA/s1600/bsc14.JPG" height="620" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31uWUrFL5iA/UP2qpiIbYVI/AAAAAAAAFBg/1cDwT01wYCY/s1600/bsc14.1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31uWUrFL5iA/UP2qpiIbYVI/AAAAAAAAFBg/1cDwT01wYCY/s1600/bsc14.1.JPG" height="640" width="625" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Ms. de Creeft is a native New Yorker. As a mixed-media artist, her work has<br />been shown nationally and internationally. Some of her venues include The<br />Barcelona Book Fair, Central Booking, and Proteus Gowanus in Brooklyn, NY,<br />Jersey City University, Moravian College, West Virginia Wesleyan College and<br />PS 1 Museum. Ms. de Creeft’s work is in the permanent collections of the<br />University of Southern Maine, Sloan Kettering Memorial Hospital, The Center<br />for Book Arts, and the library collections of the Brooklyn Museum, Bryn Mawr<br />College and Rutgers University.<br /><br />Website: dmdecreeft.com</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span>
<b><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Jas W Felter</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></b>
<b><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></b>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okNIUCGG8WM/UQb9TITh-eI/AAAAAAAAFLM/brlqaWL7pxY/s1600/Liss+letter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okNIUCGG8WM/UQb9TITh-eI/AAAAAAAAFLM/brlqaWL7pxY/s1600/Liss+letter.jpg" height="640" width="412" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8umot0QWRg/UQb9WZbkwnI/AAAAAAAAFLU/jhe8lIzYrDs/s1600/liss+letter2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8umot0QWRg/UQb9WZbkwnI/AAAAAAAAFLU/jhe8lIzYrDs/s1600/liss+letter2.jpg" height="640" width="492" /></a></div>
<b><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></b>
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span>
<br />
Jas W Felter was born in the foothills of the Catskill Mountains in<br />
New York State in 1943. He created his first mail art in 1957 and<br />
presented his first solo exhibition of oil paintings in 1961. Felter<br />
graduated from the University of South Florida in Tampa in 1964 (BA,<br />
Fine Arts - Painting). Jas spent the following two years in Ecuador<br />
with the First Latin American Regional Arts and Crafts Program in the<br />
US Peace Corps. Upon returning to North America he attended the<br />
University of Washington in Seattle for post-graduate work in painting<br />
and the graphic arts, as well as Anthropology and Archaeology. In the<br />
Spring of 1968 he moved to Vancouver and in January of 1969 began a 16<br />
year stint at Simon Fraser University where he taught visual<br />
communication, founded the Simon Fraser Art Gallery and established<br />
the University's collection of contemporary art. Since his departure<br />
from Simon Fraser in 1985 Jas has continued to pursue his activities<br />
in the visual arts, both in curatorial work and in art production of<br />
paintings, collages and digital prints. In 1995 he launched his<br />
'homepage' on the internet as the Jas Cyberspace Museum (JCM). which<br />
is now one of the oldest and largest personal web site on the world<br />
wide web. In 1998 JCM was invited to present an exhibition of works<br />
in its collection at ART-MANAGE '98 in Moscow.<br />
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Jeff Crouch</b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1iWr7jHXVM/UP2uH5YkapI/AAAAAAAAFCI/t_O5yWfISmg/s1600/bsc16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1iWr7jHXVM/UP2uH5YkapI/AAAAAAAAFCI/t_O5yWfISmg/s1600/bsc16.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IaO3LbfoaaQ/UP2uL330bpI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/T9RtUC1LaqU/s1600/bsc16.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IaO3LbfoaaQ/UP2uL330bpI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/T9RtUC1LaqU/s1600/bsc16.1.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><b><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></b><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Jeff Crouch is an
internet artist. His Nothing and Insight blog is here: <a href="http://nothingandinsight.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://nothingandinsight.<wbr></wbr>blogspot.com/</a> .</span></span><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span></div>
<div style="font: 10pt Tahoma;">
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b><br /></b></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="gD" name="Stephen Vincent">Stephen Vincent</span></b></span><br />
<br /></div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVRju53l8yI/UP2wt2lwSmI/AAAAAAAAFCg/2R29dOWh_t0/s1600/bsc17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVRju53l8yI/UP2wt2lwSmI/AAAAAAAAFCg/2R29dOWh_t0/s1600/bsc17.jpg" height="417" width="640" /></a></div>
<div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-autospace: none;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Stephen Vincent
is a poet and artist with a professional career in directing publishing
companies with a focus on poetry and fine arts books. His most recent poetry
books include <i>After Language: Letters to Jack Spicer</i></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> (BlazeVox, 2012), <i>Walking </i></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">(Junction Press, 1996), <i>Walking Theory</i></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> (Junction Press, 2006), and the ebooks <i>Sleeping
With Sappho</i></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> (faux ebooks, 2003)
and <i>Triggers</i></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> (Shearsman,
2004). From 1972 to 1981, he was the publisher of Momo’s Press books, which
first introduced the work of such poets and writers as Ntozake Shange, Victor
Hernandez Cruz, Hilton Obenzinger, Beverly Dahlen, and Jessica Hagedorn. In the
eighties, he was the director of Bedford Arts, Publishers, which became
internationally recognized for the publication of books featuring the works of
Masahisa Fukase, David Park, Roy DeForest, Miriam Schapiro, Mark Klett, and
Christo, among others. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-autospace: none;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-autospace: none;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Throughout his
poetry career, Vincent has occasionally taught Creative Writing at schools that
have included the University of Nigeria, San Francisco State University, and
the San Francisco Art Institute. In the City he is
also well known for leading independent “Walking & Writing” workshops. Since
2007,when he began to make art work, his drawings have
been featured in gallery shows at <s>the </s>Braunstein
Quay <s>Gallery</s>
(San Francisco), 2009; Steven Wolf Fine Arts <s>Gallery</s>
(San Francisco), 2009; and Jack Hanley Gallery
(New York), 2011. The work has been subject to two books, <i>The First 100 Days
of Obama</i></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> (Steven Wolf Fine Arts <s>Gallery</s>,
2009) and <i>Haptics: The Novel</i></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">
(Xeroxical Editions, 20<b><s>11</s>13</b>). Stephen Vincent resides in San Francisco. </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Cecelia Chapman</b></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_2AulTs30OQ/UP4B-gAlzSI/AAAAAAAAFDc/sRIGHIyytsQ/s1600/bsc18.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_2AulTs30OQ/UP4B-gAlzSI/AAAAAAAAFDc/sRIGHIyytsQ/s1600/bsc18.1.jpg" height="640" width="608" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
Cecelia Chapman is an artist working in film, writing and visual art. <a href="http://ceceliachapman.com/" target="_blank">ceceliachapman.com</a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Yorda Yuan</b><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHINaAVAOdI/UQcARctqTeI/AAAAAAAAFLo/gxF3oVybY7k/s1600/bscy1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHINaAVAOdI/UQcARctqTeI/AAAAAAAAFLo/gxF3oVybY7k/s1600/bscy1.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mrVRF8Bcvk/UQcAS2HgYFI/AAAAAAAAFLw/0DOdE9QFTC4/s1600/bscy2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mrVRF8Bcvk/UQcAS2HgYFI/AAAAAAAAFLw/0DOdE9QFTC4/s1600/bscy2.JPG" height="640" width="438" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
I'm from China. I am studying in London at the moment for an MFA in fine art . My
works focus on the research of asemic writing and abstract calligraphy,
also abstract narrative, since I'm a writer as well as a visual
artist. Some of my works are in the practice of strokes of Chinese
calligraphy (some you can find in my album on Facebook ), with different forms, combined with contemporary abstract painting.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Volodymyr Bilyk/</b></span><br />
<div class="iw">
<span class="gD" name="Володимир Білик">Володимир Білик</span></div>
<div class="iw">
</div>
<div class="iw">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YTsItTipNKQ/UQFVKTNsptI/AAAAAAAAFGY/cQMt3y2DNH4/s1600/bscBEAR+KNEE1+-+0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YTsItTipNKQ/UQFVKTNsptI/AAAAAAAAFGY/cQMt3y2DNH4/s1600/bscBEAR+KNEE1+-+0004.jpg" height="640" width="452" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X15nIvZRKPo/UQFVc1tUTAI/AAAAAAAAFGg/i3jyGr3B2Gs/s1600/bscvolo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X15nIvZRKPo/UQFVc1tUTAI/AAAAAAAAFGg/i3jyGr3B2Gs/s1600/bscvolo.jpg" height="640" width="452" /></a></div>
<div class="iw">
<span class="gD" name="Володимир Білик"> </span> </div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<blockquote style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204,204,204); margin: 0px 0px 0px 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;">
</blockquote>
<span style="border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,'Bitstream Charter',serif; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Volodymyr
Bilyk was born in the Ukraine and has a degree in journalism. He is
considered to be one of the few representatives of the so-called
Ukrainian Extreme Literature. Besides being a writer, he is also a
visual artist, sound producer, video artist, and a collector of films.
He is a co-editor of the Extreme Writing Community.</span><br />
<br />
<br /></div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Oliver Loveday</b></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4aNqlKwJiU/UQBI-EmYARI/AAAAAAAAFEo/mKOleQd6ClM/s1600/20130120bliss_dance01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4aNqlKwJiU/UQBI-EmYARI/AAAAAAAAFEo/mKOleQd6ClM/s1600/20130120bliss_dance01.jpg" height="640" width="482" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7sElLGc8GA8/UQBJOxiyXEI/AAAAAAAAFEw/DJSfAW7SBmg/s1600/20130120venture_nothing01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7sElLGc8GA8/UQBJOxiyXEI/AAAAAAAAFEw/DJSfAW7SBmg/s1600/20130120venture_nothing01.jpg" height="640" width="480" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0vZFaPRO44/UQBJVbB0zVI/AAAAAAAAFE4/xxZvkyyjrZc/s1600/20130120nothing_unmarked01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0vZFaPRO44/UQBJVbB0zVI/AAAAAAAAFE4/xxZvkyyjrZc/s1600/20130120nothing_unmarked01.jpg" height="640" width="484" /> </a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">Sumi Ink Painting involves the use of an ink cake (or solid
ink) that is dissolved into a liquid form by grinding it against an ink stone
with water. The painting is created on rice paper. Rice paper is very porous so
the technique of painting on rice paper requires that the brush be in motion as
it comes in contact with the paper and flow in a rapid manner. This technique
provides visual effects that can't be created in any other media. I found it to
be very satisfying as I developed as an artist interested in "first thought
- correct thought" as expressed through Zen Buddhism. My approach was based
on the idea that all of life is a dance (or form of energy) and Sumi ink
painting allowed me to "dance with complete freedom from all distracting
thoughts" as there is no time to think once the brush is in motion and
making contact with the paper. The slightest hesitation causes the brush to
pause and the rice paper will immediately start to soak up the ink from the
brush, resulting in a large black glob of ink. Now we are dancing in freedom.
Yes!!</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Tim Gaze </b></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7PnrlwYAyI/UQHKMCxI3zI/AAAAAAAAFG0/CRBTO2vkqKE/s1600/Tim+Gaze+-+untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7PnrlwYAyI/UQHKMCxI3zI/AAAAAAAAFG0/CRBTO2vkqKE/s1600/Tim+Gaze+-+untitled.png" height="640" width="492" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vo9LIIvySp4/UQHUhcb-2qI/AAAAAAAAFHI/5hd8Z_JoKYU/s1600/Carol+Stetser+remixed+by+Tim+Gaze.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vo9LIIvySp4/UQHUhcb-2qI/AAAAAAAAFHI/5hd8Z_JoKYU/s1600/Carol+Stetser+remixed+by+Tim+Gaze.png" height="640" width="432" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Tim Gaze is an activist for the spread of illegible writing. His
longer works include the abstract graphic novel <b>100 Scenes</b>
(e-book: Transgressor / paperback: asemic editions) & the glitch
poetry book <b>noology</b> (Arrum Press). He has some work in the <b>The
Last Vispo</b> anthology (Fantagraphics) & occasionally
publishes <b>asemic</b> magazine, which he founded in 1999 or so.
He believes there has to be a better way to communicate with his
Terran brothers & sisters than the English language.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Gary J Shipley</b></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fs2ZCO-wPbI/UQFJM4y8rAI/AAAAAAAAFFo/VW-lkKXjDtE/s1600/bscgary1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fs2ZCO-wPbI/UQFJM4y8rAI/AAAAAAAAFFo/VW-lkKXjDtE/s1600/bscgary1.jpg" height="640" width="596" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgmJjEKOs_o/UQFJUySw4LI/AAAAAAAAFFw/4dX7lnzh7ag/s1600/bscgary3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgmJjEKOs_o/UQFJUySw4LI/AAAAAAAAFFw/4dX7lnzh7ag/s1600/bscgary3.jpg" height="640" width="449" /></a></div>
<br />
<span lang="EN-GB">Gary J Shipley is a writer from the UK. His artbook, SHROUDS, is forthcoming from <a href="http://asemic-editions.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">asemic editions</a>. More information can be found <a href="http://garyjshipley.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">here</a>.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Dr. Heidi Heft LaPorte</b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8Q3TdgMDMw/UQcn9CK4UxI/AAAAAAAAFMY/xgS2Rim572I/s1600/asemic_love_letter_lost_in_translation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8Q3TdgMDMw/UQcn9CK4UxI/AAAAAAAAFMY/xgS2Rim572I/s1600/asemic_love_letter_lost_in_translation.jpg" height="640" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Heidi
Heft LaPorte, DSW. Prior to her work developing the Tuska Institute,
Dr. LaPorte spent four years as an Associate Professor of Social Work at
the City University of New York, Lehman College in the Bronx; where she
taught social policy, human behavior in the Social Environment, Field
Work Seminar and Research Methods in the Bachelor's and Master's
program. Prior to that, she was an Associate Professor of Social Work
at the Wurzweiler School of Social Work, Yeshiva University, in
Washington Heights NY, where she taught Program Evaluation Research,
Single System Design and Qualitative and Quantitative Research Methods
in both the Ph.D and Master of Social Work programs. In addition, Dr.
LaPorte also taught Research Methods in Social Work Practice and Program
Evaluation Research Methods at New York University School of Social
Work and Fordham University School of Social Work in the MSW programs as
an adjunct Professor. </span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">
</span>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Dr. LaPorte is currently working with Seth Tuska,
son of the well known artist John Regis Tuska, to create the Tuska
Institute to promote healing and wellness through artistic expression.
This vision is seeks to bring artists and health and mental health
professionals together, specifically drawing from five disciplines
within the arts: Music, Dance, Dramatic Arts, Writing and the Visual
Arts. This is envisioned as five fingers of a hand reaching out into
the community.</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">
</span>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="gD" name="Stephen Vincent">Michael Jacobson</span></b></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_N8c-gc0ck/UP3BN-p5EuI/AAAAAAAAFDA/VNeUD-JCv40/s1600/mynd+pixel.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_N8c-gc0ck/UP3BN-p5EuI/AAAAAAAAFDA/VNeUD-JCv40/s1600/mynd+pixel.gif" height="512" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Michael Jacobson is a writer and artist from
Minneapolis, Minnesota USA. His books include <a href="http://www.ubu.com/vp/Jacobson.html">The Giant’s Fence</a>, <a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/64372890/Action-Figures-by-Michael-Jacobson">Action Figures</a>, <a href="http://mynderaser.blogspot.com/">Mynd Eraser</a>, and <a href="http://www.artslant.com/ny/works/show/163008">The Paranoia Machine</a>. Besides writing books,
he curates a gallery for asemic writing called <a href="http://thenewpostliterate.blogspot.com/">The New Post-Literate</a>. He
is also on the editorial board of <a href="http://scriptjr.nl/">SCRIPTjr.nl</a>. In his spare time, he is
working on designing a planet named “<a href="http://thatplanet.blogspot.com/">THAT</a>”. Recently, he was published in The Last Vispo Anthology (Fantagraphics), and was interviewed by<a href="http://samplekanon.com/?p=1946"> SampleKanon<span style="color: black;"></span></a></div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
Michael Jacobson / MK JCBSNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263168801773307708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-40806098194586973402013-01-28T07:59:00.000-06:002013-02-28T20:36:33.389-06:00The Odyssey by Homer by Mairead Case"A story is not one, as some people think, just because it is about one person." Aristotle, <i>Poetics</i> (Ch. 8)<br />
<br />
"Homer's odysseus is a man who wants to eat the world." Anne Carson, "Contempts"<br />
<br />
"Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That's gold. Keep that way; it's a good way to be." Johnny's letter to Ponyboy in S.E. Hinton's <i>The Outsiders</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
<br />
Here are odysseys, meaning stories about people who started at home and are trying to get back to it. They are heroes moving moving moving, holding their ground, meeting monsters. They are curious and scared and lusty. I think a lot about the odyssey right now you guys, about leaving to come back truer and cloaked, and stay. To come back to love. To Argus. In some cases I probably archived with a romanticism not intended by my sources--so thank you for allowing me that liberty.<br />
<br />
Everything here is from GRAPE POP, the Tumblr I used to keep, or the moodboard I keep now, for the novel I'm writing. To shape I used italics from my ninth grade English study packet, which had excerpts from W.H. Auden's <i>The Quest Hero</i>. Most importantly, a huge thanks to <i>Bright Stupid Confetti</i>, for being so awesome for so long.<br />
<br />
M.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I. Homer calls on the muse</i></div>
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
And whoever listens to me: being<br />
there, and not being, lost and found<br />
and lost again: Thank you for the feather on my tongue, </blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
thank you for our argument that ends,<br />
thank you for my deafness, Lord, such fire<br />
from a match you never lit.</blockquote>
<br />
<a href="http://ilyakaminsky.com/">Ilya Kaminsky</a>, from "Deaf Republic: 14." "This story of a pregnant woman and her husband living during an epidemic of deafness and civil unrest was found beneath the floorboards in a house in Eastern Europe. Several versions of the manuscript exist."<br />
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Kx5RPHoR0A4?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Fred Frith, Iva Bittovà, and Pavel Fajt, "Morning Song"</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i>Why does Homer begin in the middle of the story?</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/BIfOi5Dx4C0?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://hcl.harvard.edu/hfa/films/2011julsep/kuchar.html">George Kuchar</a>, "Wild Night In El Reno." "This movie began the weather diary cycle . . . The motel I was staying at [was] the only one that had an underground cellar. This was comforting when twisters threatened but was not well managed as the doors were unhinged making it more like sliding open a lid rather than opening a portal."</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i>"The persistent appeal of the Quest as a literary form is due, I believe, </i><i>to its validity as a symbolic description of our subjective experience as historical." </i>(Auden)</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yPGQ7bAL4qs/UORmjmudGaI/AAAAAAAAAtI/IHjvHlf89SU/s1600/tumblr_kp7kzmKVnb1qzylvwo1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yPGQ7bAL4qs/UORmjmudGaI/AAAAAAAAAtI/IHjvHlf89SU/s1600/tumblr_kp7kzmKVnb1qzylvwo1_1280.jpg" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<a href="http://www.getsivizion.com/">Mike Getsiv</a>, via <a href="http://abstractcomics.blogspot.com/">Abstract Comics</a>. "This is a folk tale about traveling to another land, fighting in a battle, and coming home drunk."<br />
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ozcntpuzrtc/UOsFUGoyL_I/AAAAAAAAA0k/WFJHapqvP14/s1600/lavater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ozcntpuzrtc/UOsFUGoyL_I/AAAAAAAAA0k/WFJHapqvP14/s1600/lavater.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<a href="http://www.designers-books.com/little-red-riding-hood-warja-lavater-1965/">Warja Lavater</a>, <i>Le Petit Chaperon Rouge </i>(Maeght éditeure) </div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aKZ6hSRBx8E/UOwvjql0xOI/AAAAAAAAA10/bjSg8JWX0uA/s1600/matmaddenmonologue.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aKZ6hSRBx8E/UOwvjql0xOI/AAAAAAAAA10/bjSg8JWX0uA/s1600/matmaddenmonologue.gif" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<a href="http://www.mattmadden.com/">Matt Madden</a>, page from <i>99 Ways to Tell a Story: Exercises in Style </i>(adapted from Queneau)</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i>Mentes flies away! </i><i>So Telemakhos guesses that his visitor is a god.</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agEMRGFzkR8/UORohXKUH1I/AAAAAAAAAto/jeXqn02fbX8/s1600/A5HUzUYCcAA37H4.jpg-large.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agEMRGFzkR8/UORohXKUH1I/AAAAAAAAAto/jeXqn02fbX8/s1600/A5HUzUYCcAA37H4.jpg-large.jpeg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
Carlo Polito, of Bianca Passarge in 1958, age 17. "Her performance was based on a dream and she practiced eight hours every day."</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>ATHENA:</i><br />
<i>"Gray-Eyed"; "Flashing-Eyed"</i><br />
<i>(defeats Ares, God of War)</i></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/XzPoSCE8AH0?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
Men and Sia, "<a href="http://punkcast.com/1604/index.html">Credit Card Babies</a>" via Joly MacFie's Punkcast</div>
</div>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<i>HERMES: </i><br />
<i>Conductor of dead souls, divine herald</i><br />
<i>Master thief and patron of businessmen</i></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOjY315DFjQ/UOTMcxS7sVI/AAAAAAAAAwc/xiz19PuJQRY/s1600/382991_993777609597_963051245_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOjY315DFjQ/UOTMcxS7sVI/AAAAAAAAAwc/xiz19PuJQRY/s1600/382991_993777609597_963051245_n.jpg" /></a></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Bill-Dale Marcinko, </span><i style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">AFTA </i><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">(</span><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><i>Ascension from the Ashes</i>). "I have lived in New Jersey all my life. I have wobbled between the simple strength and good country wisdom of small towns and big families and the intellectual cynicism of the big cities. My idols are Woody Allen and Bruce Springsteen. I have always been at war with myself. I write. When I write, I think I am building highways where people can escape their towns when the mines close down . . . The model for </span><i style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">AFTA </i><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">is a broken down roller coaster at Bertrand's Island Amusement Park in Hopatcong, NJ. I want to fill it with bumps and twists."</span></div>
<br />
<div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i>Why hasn't Odysseus been able to get home?</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_tKSiGXLtio/UOTWnU5w3SI/AAAAAAAAAxg/rGMptIyBdww/s1600/199396_784529798887_5036567_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_tKSiGXLtio/UOTWnU5w3SI/AAAAAAAAAxg/rGMptIyBdww/s1600/199396_784529798887_5036567_n.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://www.jimflora.com/">Jim Flora</a>, via <a href="http://desertislandbrooklyn.tumblr.com/post/3986835262/jim-flora-mid-1960s">Desert Island Brooklyn</a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yq05A4uVDPg/UOstPSAaJmI/AAAAAAAAA1g/xti44ma03JE/s1600/brecht.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yq05A4uVDPg/UOstPSAaJmI/AAAAAAAAA1g/xti44ma03JE/s640/brecht.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://brechtnieuws.blogspot.com/">Brecht Evens</a>, <i>The Wrong Place</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
This was the Green Day I loved: tangled up in a pile on the floor, with me underneath. What other old friends of mine still danced in public and were still unafraid to embarrass themselves? Only Eggplant came to mind. He would have enjoyed this. </blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Mike extricated himself from the pile-up but let the needle spin in the grooves at the end of the disc. There was a momentary lull while everyone dusted themselves off and attended to their injuries. Billie motioned to me to join him on the dance floor. Over the speakers came the notes that never failed to give me goosebumps: the opening chords of the greatest song of all time, "Kiss Me Deadly" by Generation X. </blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Dancing in the middle of a maelstrom was different than with just one person in the center of the room. I deferred, but Billie knew me better than that. "<i>Please </i>drag me out onto the dance floor," is what I really meant. </blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
He did, and everyone else gave us space. </blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
I'd needed to shake off the self-consciousness and lethargy that had come to me with age. Touring with Green Day had been great for that, because I got to dance--but only to the band, not <i>with </i>them. Once upon a time, Billie and I had danced together at <i>every </i>show. Until now, I hadn't realized how much I had missed that. </blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Dancing together was sexy, it was sweet. It was everything that friendship--and being on tour--should be. It was the prom night I never had, done right. </blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
It was like a dream. As the song concluded, he wrapped me in his arms, leaned me over, and gave me a long and tender kiss. </blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
I went to sleep grinning and woke up the same way, thinking: "Goddamn if that wasn't one of the funniest fucking nights of my life!"</blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Aaron Cometbus, <i><a href="http://microcosmpublishing.com/catalog/zines/3501/">Cometbus 54: in China with Green Day ?!!</a></i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i>Describe Nausikaa.</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3OoXbveGAoc/UOkJmGPtP2I/AAAAAAAAAyo/sQLSlefysCw/s1600/CRI_210576.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3OoXbveGAoc/UOkJmGPtP2I/AAAAAAAAAyo/sQLSlefysCw/s1600/CRI_210576.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://felixgonzalez-torresfoundation.org/">Felix Gonzalez-Torres</a>, "Untitled (Perfect Lovers)"</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>How does Nausikaa assist Odysseus?</i><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NPMVnHEc4GQ/UOoWh1CccTI/AAAAAAAAAzc/HWgWQLyVk60/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-01-06+at+6.25.29+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="384" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NPMVnHEc4GQ/UOoWh1CccTI/AAAAAAAAAzc/HWgWQLyVk60/s640/Screen+Shot+2013-01-06+at+6.25.29+PM.png" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Arabelle and her dad, "<a href="http://rookiemag.com/2012/02/amazing-technicolor-hair/">Amazing Technicolor Hair Dyeing</a>" at <i>Rookie</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="text-align: left;">The houses in the village were all rose-colored. We painted them every spring and maybe for that reason the light was different. It captured the pink from the houses, the same way it took on the color of leaves and sun by the river. Shut inside in winter, we made horsetail paintbrushes with handles of wood and wire, and when we had finished them, we stored them in the shed in the Plaça and waited for good weather. Then all of us, men and boys, would set out for the cave on Maraldina in search of the red powder we needed for pink paint. The mountain was covered with heather and crowned by the dead tree, and the wind whistled through the brush. We climbed down to the cave along a knotted rope that had been fastened to a stake. The man who led the way carried a lamp. We lowered ourselves into the damp, black, well; it was streaked with veins that would glisten in the sun, then slowly extinguish as we moved deeper and darkness fell, swallowing everything. Through the well we entered the cave, which was like the mouth of the infirm: red and damp. We filled our sacks with powder, tied them tight, and the men who stayed above hoisted them up and stacked them, one on top of the other. When we returned to the village, we would mix the crimson powder with water to make the pink paint that winter would erase. In spring--the blossoming, blooming wisteria draping the houses, bees buzzing--we painted. And suddenly the light was different.</span></blockquote>
<a href="http://www.lletra.net/en/author/merce-rodoreda">Merce Rodoreda</a>, <i>Death in Spring</i><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Here is what I know: use carnaroli rice, not arborio (more amylose = creamier, less gluey). Use fresh vegetables, good stock, good wine, fresh black pepper. Fresh everything, the freshest you can find. You are making a national rice dish, not the penne primavera at Tommy's Family Restaurant in North Bellmore. This is food you can take a bow about . . .</blockquote>
"<a href="http://pornsoda.tumblr.com/post/703180931">Risotto</a>," Porn Soda<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Describe Odysseus' encounter with the Lotos-Eaters.</i></div>
</div>
<div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Noteworthy-Light; font-size: 15px; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/lCZMmKV34Z0?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Noteworthy-Light; font-size: 15px; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div>
<a href="http://jamieharley.tumblr.com/" style="text-align: left;">Jamie Harley</a>, <span style="font-family: Times; font-size: small; text-align: left;"><a href="http://koudlam.com/">Koudlam</a>'s "Alcoholic's Hymn" with footage from <i>Mondo Cane</i></span></div>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Who is Polyphemos? What kind of creature is he? Be specific.</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/dhKhGyUnc2E?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Muppets (adapted from chenille hats!) by <a href="http://www.henson.com/jimsredbook/tag/caroly-wilcox/">Caroly Wilcox</a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<br />
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>How does Odysseus manage to escape from the Kyklops?</i></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-125RNhvI2IQ/UOTP9LcZxQI/AAAAAAAAAws/T5UPFAJzdTI/s1600/1946,+Luce+et+Pierre+Morel,+Glo-Glo+le+poisson+rouge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-125RNhvI2IQ/UOTP9LcZxQI/AAAAAAAAAws/T5UPFAJzdTI/s1600/1946,+Luce+et+Pierre+Morel,+Glo-Glo+le+poisson+rouge.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div>
Luce and Pierre Morel, <i>Glo-Glo le poisson-rouge,</i> via <a href="http://50watts.com/Eskimo-Grasshoppers-French-Children-s-Books-of-the-30s-and-40s">50 Watts</a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Who is Aiolos and how does he assist Odysseus?</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/lypO8pt_8NQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lypO8pt_8NQ&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lypO8pt_8NQ&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div>
<div>
<div style="font-family: Noteworthy-Light; font-size: 15px;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://lightintheattic.net/artists/279-pastor-t-l-barrett-and-the-youth-for-christ-choir">T.L. Barrett and the Youth for Christ Choir</a>, "Ship Without A Sail" (Light in the Attic Records)</div>
<div>
</div>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Describe Odysseus' encounter with the Laistrygonians.</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjH1FILeKQM/UO7xeBUpMPI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/np4jHszJIVg/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjH1FILeKQM/UO7xeBUpMPI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/np4jHszJIVg/s1600/3.jpg" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<a href="http://www.ninahartmann.com/">Nina Hartmann</a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i>X: They row</i></div>
<div>
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
The idea behind making <a href="https://soundcloud.com/r_co/tom-moulton-the-sandpiper-fire">those tapes</a> was to create a musical trip starting at one tempo and building it to another level. I would vari-speed the songs slowly so the intensity would be building all the time. </blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Tom Moulton to <a href="http://www.schlockmania.com/moulton-part-1/">Donald A. Guarisco</a> </div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i>and row</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cC5tfyLN0EA/UOTT72ApeSI/AAAAAAAAAw8/tan4nLyMn1w/s1600/525836_10100244672755687_1010470873_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cC5tfyLN0EA/UOTT72ApeSI/AAAAAAAAAw8/tan4nLyMn1w/s1600/525836_10100244672755687_1010470873_n.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<a href="http://www.americansuburbx.com/series-2/j/john-divola-dogs-chasing-my-car-1995-1998">John Divola</a>, <i>Dogs Chasing My Car In The Desert</i></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i>and row.</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/cl4pJwcE7JI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Geoffrey Jones, <i>Snow</i> with soundtrack by <a href="http://daphneoram.org/">Daphne Oram</a></div>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i>ZEUS: </i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i>Lord of the Sky; The Thunderer; The Cloud-Gatherer</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uk8yQGl3DkA/UOoeuQJ1MVI/AAAAAAAAAzs/qlrF6Tt5qDU/s1600/tumblr_m3rs0bgKAf1qzylvwo1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uk8yQGl3DkA/UOoeuQJ1MVI/AAAAAAAAAzs/qlrF6Tt5qDU/s1600/tumblr_m3rs0bgKAf1qzylvwo1_1280.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
"lettre to cleveland" by <a href="http://www.thing.net/~grist/l&d/dalevy/dalevy.htm">d.a. levy</a>, "lettre to cleveland" printed by <a href="http://www.thebrotherinelysium.com/">Brother in Elysium</a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I am conscious of myself as unique--my goal is for me only--and as confronting an unknown future; </i><i>I cannot be certain in advance whether I shall succeed or fail in achieving my goal. </i>(Auden)<br />
<object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/Uvj8_rlv6gI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uvj8_rlv6gI&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uvj8_rlv6gI&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Guy Ben-Ner and his daughter Elia, <i>Moby Dick</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/LRtKAQJUc3g?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<a href="http://www.jackhanna.com/">Jack Hannah</a>, <i>Lambert the Sheepish Lion</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/brHZ69DsfQI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<a href="http://www.jimwoodring.com/">Jim Woodring</a>, <i>Visions of Frank </i>animated by T. Fuyama</div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Who are Skylla and Kharybdis? What happens when Odysseus meets them?</i></div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Az-sD2zsePg?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<a href="http://www.dannyplotnick.com/skate_witches.php">Danny Plotnick</a>, <i>Skate Witches</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<b>0. Prologue: the Tentacular Novum</b><br />
Taking for granted, as we do, its ubiquitous cultural debris, it is easy to forget just how radical the Weird was at the time of its convulsive birth. Its break with previous fantastics is vividly clear in its teratology, which renounces all folkloric or traditional antecedents . . . </blockquote>
China Miéville, "<a href="http://weirdfictionreview.com/2011/11/m-r-james-and-the-quantum-vampire-by-china-mieville/">M.R. James and the Quantum Vampire</a>" in <i>Weird Fiction Review</i><br />
<br /></div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<br />
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Lesser gods and creatures: IRIS, goddess of rainbow</i></div>
</div>
<div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tE28diMX_Tc/UOr57F8EuLI/AAAAAAAAAz8/RYZn5brMidU/s1600/253434_10100607295107587_469144268_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tE28diMX_Tc/UOr57F8EuLI/AAAAAAAAAz8/RYZn5brMidU/s1600/253434_10100607295107587_469144268_n.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://taubaauerbach.com/view.php?id=286&alt=699">Tauba Auerbach</a>, "RGB Colorspace Atlas" </div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/kwqPRWpyauI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://fruitbatsmusic.com/">Fruit Bats</a>, "Rainbow Sign"</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>What advice does Athena give Telemakhos?</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/ram8HrD7pzk?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
The Mountain Goats, "You Were Cool"</div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i>Describe the reunion between Odysseus and his son.</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
My cat is back. Quacking and faking blindness but back.</blockquote>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<a href="http://bombsite.com/issues/77/articles/2438">Mary Robison</a>, <i>Why Did I Ever</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<span id="goog_756508375"></span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i>How did Odysseus receive his name?</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5_GlzVrRn8E/UOkK-sADS-I/AAAAAAAAAy8/nxGTOtrTyHU/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5_GlzVrRn8E/UOkK-sADS-I/AAAAAAAAAy8/nxGTOtrTyHU/s1600/15.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<a href="http://doddcenter.uconn.edu/asc/findaids/Krauss/MSS19940007.html">Ruth Krauss</a>, in response to <a href="http://www.gchaymes.com/skymail.html">G.C. Haymes</a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i>Where, according to Penelope, do dreams come from?</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QuKEDEm42G0/UOsDN0fubQI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/JZ75aamKkU8/s1600/tumblr_m9a2qz5jDC1qa53iwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QuKEDEm42G0/UOsDN0fubQI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/JZ75aamKkU8/s1600/tumblr_m9a2qz5jDC1qa53iwo1_500.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
The Ideal School Supply Company, <i>Forming Sounds </i>via <a href="http://publiccollectors.tumblr.com/post/30122871659/formingsounds3">Public Collectors</a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Describe the behavior of the Suitors. Be specific; use examples.</i></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: left;">
I have always had a poor understanding of how one thing fits into another. As a child I thought Santa Claus was a property of chimneys, ate fortune cookies whole, and was phobic of sleeping bags. For some reason the hardest thing for me has been to differentiate between coffins and hot dog buns. I apologize in advance for my behavior at your barbecue and/or funeral.</blockquote>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
Sarah Galvin, "<a href="http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Search?cx=018412283168992679552%3Ayvxwdz723au&cof=FORID%3A10&ie=UTF-8&q=midnight+haiku+sarah+galvin">Midnight Haiku</a>"<i> </i>at <i>The Stranger</i></div>
</div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i>Describe the reunion between Penelope and Odysseus. </i><i>What convinces Penelope that the "stranger" is indeed her husband?</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/zpuyEW2F6mU?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<a href="http://www.numerogroup.com/catalog_detail.php?uid=01154">Linda Bruner</a>, "Wichita Lineman" (Numero Group)</div>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i>What is the situation on Ithaka when the Odyssey ends?</i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2m8vjXI5Dk/UOkHJ__pnpI/AAAAAAAAAyM/w8FHZiBjEvc/s1600/caverns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2m8vjXI5Dk/UOkHJ__pnpI/AAAAAAAAAyM/w8FHZiBjEvc/s1600/caverns.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<a href="http://nathanielrussell.com/fliers-and-fake-books/">Nathaniel Russell</a>, "Fliers and fake books"</div>
<div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
I think he's a <i>real </i>hero. A lot of people who have read the novel think that Stoner had such a sad and bad life. I think he had a very good life. He had a better life than most people do, certainly. He was doing what he wanted to do, he had some feeling for what he was doing, he had some sense of the importance of the job he was doing. He was a witness to values that are important . . . The important thing in the novel to me is Stoner's sense of a <i>job</i>. Teaching to him is a job--a job in the good and honorable sense of the word. His job gave him a particular kind of identity and made him what he was . . . It's the love of a thing that's essential. And if you love something, you're going to understand it. And if you understand it, you're going to learn a lot. The lack of love that defines a bad teacher . . . You never know all the results of what you do. I think it all boils down to what I was trying to get at in <i><a href="http://www.nybooks.com/books/imprints/classics/stoner/">Stoner</a></i>. You've got to keep the faith. The important thing is to keep the tradition going, because the tradition is civilization.</blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
John Williams</div>
</div>
<!------></div>
</div>Maireadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13601524203000832427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-52276970338232467492013-01-16T10:20:00.000-06:002013-01-18T20:52:42.484-06:00Authors on Artists: Janice Lee on Christian Cummings and Michael Decker<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 26.0pt;"><b>On
Spectral Psychography</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;"><b>by Janice Lee</b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">I first
had the opportunity to see Los Angeles artists Christian Cummings and Michael
Decker perform Spectral Psychography at Machine Project in September 2012. I
had heard of them years before through writer/friend Harold Abramowitz and had
been intrigued by these Ouija board performances. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Spectral
Psychography is defined as:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span class="fsl"><span style="color: grey; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 128;">… a </span></span><span style="color: grey; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 128;">method
for psychic mark making. A Psychographer will use an adapted Ouija device
(planchette) to collaborate artistically with unseen forces. Blindfolded, the
hand forms an image while the mind remains unaware.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">During a
performance at </span><a href="http://machineproject.com/archive/events/2012/09/06/stop-making-sense/"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Machine Project</span></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">, I was struck by the context of
this as a “performance.” <i>Was this really
a performance? Or something else? Was this for real? Was this an elaborately
planned artists’ staging? Or were they really communicating with ghosts?</i> As
the evening progressed, I became convinced that it didn’t really matter whether
this was a sham, but that at least for me, something was happening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">I then
invited Christian and Michael to perform at </span><a href="http://schoolofstrophe.com/events/novum-macabre/"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Novum</span></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">,
an interdisciplinary series I co-curate with Laura Vena. The word <i>novum</i> is important because it’s related to
how I envision narrative and aesthetic possibility. When I think of
experimental narrative, I view it through the lens of Carl Jung’s theory of
synchronicity, relating processes of writing and reading to paranormal
processes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Seven-Beauties-Science-Fiction/dp/0819570923/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1353980207&sr=1-3&keywords=Istvan+Csicsery-Ronay+Jr"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Istvan</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">
Csicsery-Ronay Jr</span></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">.
writes, “As the sentences build up, we build up a world in specific dialogue,
in specific tension with our present concept of the real.” Through the labored
interaction of reading language and the world around us, one can interact with
his/her own ideological embeddedness on a profound level. Ernst Bloch uses the
term <i>novum</i> to describe “a moment of
newness in lived history that refreshes human collective consciousness,
awakening it from the trancelike sense of history as fated and empty, into
awareness that it can be changed... the unexpectedly new, which pushes humanity
out of its present toward the not yet realized,”... towards a “blankness of
horizon of consciousness... formed not by the past but by the future... a not
yet conscious ontological pull of the future, of a tidal influence exerted upon
by that which lies out of sight below the horizon, an unconscious of what is
yet to come.” Parallel to Badiou’s “event,” the <i>novum</i> derives its significance from its effect on human
consciousness. “Each instance of the Novum is a hypostatized moment of
apocalyptic cognition; and each such moment of cognition is a recognition.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="BodyA">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">To me,
these performances become about our own constant negotiation with the unknown
and the uncertain, with our own troubled relationships with belief.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">In his
new book </span><a href="http://www.lesfigues.com/lfp/316/2500-random-things-about-me-too"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">2500
Random Things About Me Too</span></i></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">,
Matias Viegener remarks, “It has already bothered me that we have such a
prejudice for things that exist over things that don’t exist. It’s a failure of
ambition. It means we can’t imagine anything that isn’t already there.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="BodyA">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Jeffrey
Kripal dedicates his book </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Authors-Impossible-Paranormal-Jeffrey-Kripal/dp/0226453871"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Authors
of the Impossible</span></i></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">
to an investigation of the paranormal as meaning. The project “is based on the
wager that new theory lies hidden in the anomalous, that the paranormal appears
in order to mock and shock us out of our present normal thinking. Seen in this
way, psychical and paranormal phenomena become the still unacknowledged,
unassimilated Other of modern thought, the still unrealized future of theory,
the fleeting signs of a consciousness not yet become a culture.” He continues:
“Such [paranormal] events are thus not just casually, occasionally, or
anecdotally anomalous. They are structurally and cognitively anomalous.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Harvard
psychiatrist John E. Mack too illustrates how “psychical phenomena of abduction
reports violate our present epistemology and worldview.” He remarks, “[W]e have
a kind of either/or mentality. It’s either literally physical, or it’s in the
spiritual other realm, the unseen realm. What we seem to have no place for—or
we have lost the place for—are phenomena that can begin in the unseen realm,
and cross over and manifest and show up in our literal physical world.”<u><o:p></o:p></u></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">In
today’s world, belief has become a strange aesthetic category. This “either/or”
mentality isn’t just about physical vs. spiritual, but also real vs. not real. <i>Is this real? Is this possible? Does science
support it?<o:p></o:p></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><i><br /></i></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-11z0rCLSyC4/UPYkpxYB2PI/AAAAAAAAAoo/lbqFjyNb7cc/s1600/IMG_01_margaret.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-11z0rCLSyC4/UPYkpxYB2PI/AAAAAAAAAoo/lbqFjyNb7cc/s400/IMG_01_margaret.JPG" width="297" /></a></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Before
Christian and Michael’s performance, Margaret Wertheim gave a fabulous
introduction on this very idea of belief. Focusing on Dante’s writings and
ideas about Purgatory, she outlined the evolution of scientific “truth” and
belief. She elaborates in her book </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Pearly-Gates-Cyberspace-Internet/dp/0393320537/ref=tmm_pap_title_0"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">The
Pearly Gates of Cyberspace</span></i></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="color: grey; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 128;">Stories about
journeys to and from the realm of the dead tend to evoke deep skepticism in we
“scientifically-minded” moderns. The question thus arises: Whatever the
exploits of the virtual Dante, did the actual historical Dante <i>really</i> believe in this vision of the
afterlife? Did he and his contemporaries really believe there was a vast chasm
inside the earth? Did they really believe in a terraced mountain opposite
Jerusalem? Did they really believe in a set of heavenly crystal spheres? … A
major problem, I suggest, is that the very questions raised here are
quintessentially modern. They are framed within the context of our purely <i>physicalist</i> paradigm, which was quite
alien to medieval mind-set.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margaret_Wertheim"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Margaret Wertheim</span></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> went so far as to state that to
ask the question of whether this is true or not is already an aberration,
already an indication of our brainwashed state that prevents us from accepting
anything as real unless it has a mathematically precise location in physical
space.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Our
inclination to categorize and ask questions often confines us into tighter and
tighter boxes, until there is less and less space for possibility and
discovery. Ufologist </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacques_Vall%C3%A9e"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Jacques Vallee</span></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> writes, “Mathematical theory often has to confront
the fact that two contradictory theories can explain the same data. A solution
is inevitably found not by choosing one of the contradictory theories, but by
going to the next, third level.” Ghosts don’t necessarily have to equal the pop
culture definition of ghosts. They don’t necessarily have to fit into one of
these previously created paradigms. Perhaps, they are something else entirely. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">What
follows are selections from an interview with Christian Cummings and Michael
Decker on Spectral Psychography (SP), as well as photos from the evening’s
performance at Novum:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Janice Lee:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> </span><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">How did
Spectral Psychography start? I've read that it may have started as a way to
combat artist's block but why specifically a Ouija board and this process? What
was the inspiration and impetus for this project?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Christian Cummings:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> In the past "Artist Block"
was used as a terse catch-all to highlight aspects of its authorship.
Specifically, </span><span style="color: #141414; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">that you don’t actually need ideas to
express them.</span><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Michael Decker:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> And by creating a situation where the
only thing at stake is understanding. The ghosts don’t require that we
understand them. What we call artist’s block is used as inspiration. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4k5nA0_icI/UPYkz7GO1WI/AAAAAAAAAow/XdAvIwYUjQU/s1600/IMG_02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4k5nA0_icI/UPYkz7GO1WI/AAAAAAAAAow/XdAvIwYUjQU/s640/IMG_02.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">J:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> I've read that you (at least you, Christian) are
somewhat skeptical of paranormal phenomena and aren't sure yourselves of what
to make of these channeled drawings. How did this interest then come about? Do
you believe that something paranormal is happening here? Do you see yourselves
as "mediums" of some sort? And how does the outcome differ with
different collaborators?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">C:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> Something para-average is definitely happening in
spite of my beliefs. For me <i>belief</i> is an aesthetic category.
Tuesday’s beliefs differ from Friday’s. And on Sunday I’m agnostic. My current
theory is something like a hive mind. Not a Borg-centric uni-ego but something
more like a cosmic blogosphere. A nexus of connected intelligences publishing
their thoughts on the spectral-net simply because they can. But again, who
knows. It's Sunday. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">M:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> We have had experiences that strongly suggest we are
talking to dead people. Specifically when given information that we can check
in the public record. At one event the deceased co-worker of an audience member
visited. They had an at-length conversation about workplace politics.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">J:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> How would you categorize this project? It seems to
get categorized more of an art project, perhaps because you are artists, but do
you see these as artistic performances? Or something else?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">M:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> SP is not an easy pill to swallow. Neither is it an
easy artwork to sell. What started as an afternoon experiment has become
art because it changed the way we think about art. And ghosts have become our
mentors. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;">C:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"> Thankfully art
doesn't have to be art. It can be the something else.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">J:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> How might you respond to skeptics who may believe
that these drawings are just a sham and these drawings have been planned by you
co-conspirators in advance?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">C:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> </span><span style="color: #141414; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">A Ouija board and a magic marker. These
are our dirty secrets.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">M:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> We’ve been accused of requiring complicit viewers. I
prefer the euphemism “playing along” to complicit. I like to think we ask no
more than the next artist with respect to playing along.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">J: </span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">I think the
term "playing along" is important. It's especially important to keep
an open mind when witnessing your performance, whether or not the audience
member is a skeptic or believer. I found myself going back and forth during the
performance (and the duration allows for this inner dialogue I think), between
trying to "figure it all out" and just being open and observing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">M: </span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Play I think is implied by our use of a
Ouija board. Ouija is a game marketed to children and sold in toy stores. Maybe
we have taken Ouija beyond its intended function but we do so playfully.
Complicity is a very different kind of contract than play. We're not really
interested in dictating our terms or obligating our viewers to them.
Art can be a game. Mortality and spirituality can be a game. We like to
playfully involve everyone in the room, including the ghosts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">C:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> </span><span style="color: #141414; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Wagging between skepticism and belief is
a game, like ping-pong played on a teeter-totter. For instance, we wear
blindfolds to make SP palatable to our skeptics. We realize that taunting a
skeptic’s credulity sometimes invokes it. Using the blindfold as a
carrot-on-stick, we invite them to play with us. Similarly, BBQ places that offer boca-burgers will attract some
vegetarians (carrots!). A number of them will order ribs and then return to
their veggies the following day. I suspect here's a link between play and
overcoming dogmas. Could it be our dogmas are more flexible, temporary, and
open ended than we give them credit for?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8ccepeTJng/UPYk5cE1dQI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XdfUcNQAdEs/s1600/IMG_03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8ccepeTJng/UPYk5cE1dQI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XdfUcNQAdEs/s640/IMG_03.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;">C:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Even doubting artists have ideas that appear from
“nowhere”. The Ouija is our ghost-phone. We pick it up and our ideas appear
from nowhere. There is a portion of
me believes we’re connecting to real human ghost-somethings. This is why I say
“para-average” instead of paranormal. Paranormal kind of sounds derogatory. I
don’t want to offend any ghosts. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">J: </span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Christian, you
refer to the idea of authorship. Is this related then to agency? Perhaps to the
lack of agency on the part of the spirits? And Michael, I wonder if the ghosts don't
require that we understand them, what do you think they require or want from
us?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">C:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> Are Michael & I artists? Are we mediums,
trans-channels, diviners, extra-dimensional gatekeepers, shaman, prophets,
psychics, pranksters with a ghost-phone? Are we possessed or even remote-controlled?
Are the tools themselves haunted? Have we accessed an akashic database of
personalities stored in the ether? Do our hands move by ideomotor action and
the collective unconscious? Are we channeling ghosts, aliens, or Google’s
servers? Are they channeling us? Difficult to say who or what is expressing?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #141414; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">In terms of authorship,
“self-expression” is at least as para as channeling. This when self becomes an
other. Like a <i>possession</i> (a thing you have and a thing that has you).<br />
<!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br />
<!--[endif]--></span><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">M: </span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Maybe ghosts come through the board
hoping people understand them. It’s true, more often than not the drawings are
representational. This suggests some attempt at communication on their end. As
far as what they expect from us, I'm not really sure. They seem to enjoy
leaving us with more questions than the few of ours they answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ts18wbrP03M/UPYk-Ts4siI/AAAAAAAAApA/2CJX2XknHFI/s1600/IMG_04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ts18wbrP03M/UPYk-Ts4siI/AAAAAAAAApA/2CJX2XknHFI/s640/IMG_04.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">J: </span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">You refer to
the "unremarkable" nature of SP, and this is interesting to me
because it's one of the things I picked up at your performance at Machine
Project. I couldn't quite articulate it at the time, but things like the
attitude you maintained towards the spirits, the sort of terse and blunt
dialogue with the spirits, the sort of distance from the content of the
drawings – you didn't seem to show any emotional investment. It was one struck
that stuck me, the tone in which you addressed the spirits, sort of like the
same tone you might use to speak to a cab driver. And so now I wonder if all
this is intentional, or if you're aware of it? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">C:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> We’ve met more tweenagers from Orange County than
tormented 19th century English maidens with unfinished business. Ghosts are people
like you and I. I like it when ghosts are referred to as “Familiars.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">M:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> We have been communicating with ghosts for a long
time. We sometimes forget how taboo this is for some people. But ghosts to us
are no different than the people you meet at the grocery store. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">C:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> People at the grocery store are usually more scary.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">J: </span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Though one
thing I did notice additionally was Michael during the performance. Christian,
you say that you think if there is a psychic element here, you think Michael
may possess the gift. In my watching on the screen that was set up at Machine,
it seemed often that it was Michael's hands that were doing much of the guiding
– whether as a medium or as an impulse. And Michael, you also seemed
significantly more "worn" after the performance (though perhaps just
from performance anxiety?). I wonder C or M, if you have additional thoughts on
the "work" you're doing, ie. the actual labor and concentration that
goes into the process, what the process demands from you physically and
psychologically.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">M:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> Yes, it's an exhausting practice. I can't explain
why. Drains in a way that feels like running a psychic marathon. People often
see me as guiding the planchette. I often feel Christian guiding it. I don't
know what more to say. Sometimes I do feel I have an idea of what’s being
rendered only to remove my blindfold and see something completely different.
Other times I think it's me because I can see the marks before they're made or
a finished drawing before it is started. These are the uncanny moments that
really excite me. Uncanny because the hand still seems to move itself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">C:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> </span><span style="color: #141414; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Michael is a serious antennae. Over the
years we’ve cultivated a symbiosis for reading each other's energy. This makes
the process very fluid between us. </span><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">J: </span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">I'm definitely
interested in your art practices outside of SP. What are you guys working on
now? Other things you've worked on in the past of relevance? How does SP
influence your art practice as a whole? And how do other aspects of your art
practice influence SP?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">C:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"> </span><span style="color: #141414; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">I’ve spent the recent few years
transforming my yard into a metal foundry for crafting objects made to
out-survive our species. I’ve also been making preachy
Grungy/Garagey/R&Bish songs about overtly political themes (reviewed in
this month’s <i>Artillery Art Magazine),</i>
and I'm in post production on a movie recounting the Adam and Eve story. And I
have one rather-involved larger project in the works.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #141414; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">In terms of relating SP to my greater
practice – what I said about experiencing <i>I</i> as an other is
important. I call this the <i>zero-person perspective</i>. I now have a reflex
for recalibrating back to zero. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">M: </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">I'm currently working on a number of projects. Some of which are collaborations with other artists and some are independently studio-based practices. I approach art making as a continuous exercise for the unabashed exploration of new things. There is immense freedom in deciding that you are not an authority of what you already think you know and doing something different. Unfortunately, this isn't how the art market likes artists to behave, unless being multidisciplinary and all over the place is justified in some rhetorical fashion. For me its just a means for production and learning new things.</span></div>
<span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">J: </span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-language: JA;">At the first performance at Machine Project,<b> </b></span><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Christine Wertheim mentioned two things in her introduction. She talked a
bit about the evolution of SP and the various directions you've been able to
go. Can you talk a bit more about this evolution and history? She also used
pataphysics as a reference in talking about your work and mentioned that she
met you for the first time in the pataphysics class she was teaching at
CalArts. Can you elaborate on this relationship? I guess I'm thinking about
things like the exhaustive potential of pataphysics, the ideology of metaphor,
or a fear of the irrational that pataphysics refers to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">C:</span></b><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"> </span><span style="color: #141414; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Many people
don’t realize to what extent there’s a history of artists complicating the
problem of authorship. Christine’s class followed a vein of “pataphysics” that
led us through Oulipo, Surrealism & Proto-Surrealist thinkers, and a larger
world of constraint-driven practices (with a pinch of aleatoricism thrown in
for good measure). I remember being struck by the level of acumen required to
slouch ones creative burdens. Now my
favorite libraries are the ones full of books written by people who have
nothing to say.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #141414; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="393" mozallowfullscreen="mozallowfullscreen" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/54343625" webkitallowfullscreen="webkitallowfullscreen" width="700"></iframe></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="https://vimeo.com/54343626"> Part 2</a> & <a href="https://vimeo.com/54344114">Part 3</a></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="dropcap2"><b>Janice Lee</b></span> is the author of <a href="http://janicel.com/kerotakis1"><em><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Times-Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: Times-Roman;">KEROTAKIS</span></em></a> (Dog Horn Publishing, 2010)
and <a href="http://janicel.com/daughter"><em><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Times-Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: Times-Roman;">Daughter</span></em></a> (Jaded Ibis, 2011). She also
has several chapbooks <i>Red Trees, Fried
Chicken Dinner</i> (Parrot/Insert Press, September 2012), and <i>The Other Worlds</i> (Eohippus Labs, June
2012). Her newest project, <em><span style="font-family: "Times-Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: Times-Roman;">Damnation</span></em>,
is forthcoming from Penny-Ante Editions in 2013. She currently lives in Los
Angeles where she is Co-Editor of the online journal <a href="http://outofnothing.org/"><em><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Times-Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: Times-Roman;">[out of nothing]</span></em></a>, Co-Founder of the
interdisciplinary arts organization <a href="http://schoolofstrophe.com/">Strophe</a> (which houses the curated
series <a href="http://schoolofstrophe.com/category/novum/">Novum</a>), Feature Reviews Editor at <a href="http://htmlgiant.com/"><i>HTMLGIANT</i></a>, and Founder/CEO of <a href="http://putontheglasses.com/">POTG
Design</a>. She
currently teaches Interface Culture at CalArts. She can be found at <a href="http://janicel.com/">http://janicel.com</a>.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-language: JA;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<br /></div>
christopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-69763979319243878582013-01-07T10:24:00.000-06:002013-01-07T10:24:32.067-06:00Scuffy Global Chancre // Blank White<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Kurt Kren & Günter Brus - <span style="font-size: large;">"8/<span style="font-size: large;">64<span style="font-size: large;">: ANA</span></span></span>" </span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></i>
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="543" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GBjuvERCwEc?fs=1" width="700"></iframe>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"a little bird called and said, <i>CEO dick</i> and I said, <i>armies of pussies crawling out my pussy fucking armies of CEO dick</i> and then this one CEO said, <i>you should sing a song about the black president</i>, and I got so pissed I cut off his head as he was depositing money in my pussy and a little while later this man with a shovel watched me fuck another CEO and I waved even though I knew the man with the shovel wasn't a CEO and the man with the shovel got embarrassed and dug a hole and put flowers in the hole, but he bought too many flowers and didn't buy enough holes and he didn't really care because he liked to watch me fuck CEOs more than planting flowers and then this couple walked down the street and thought about marriage counseling and two CEOs fucking each other crawled out of the married couple's son's dick and the married couple blamed themselves and got divorced, then the husband became a CEO and I fucked him."
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Krammer Abrahams, from "CEOs"</i>
</span></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><a href="http://www.alexandragorczynski.com/"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Alexandra Gorczyns<span style="font-size: large;">ki</span></span></span></a></i><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.alexandragorczynski.com/works/electricalfire/webelectrical1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="http://www.alexandragorczynski.com/works/electricalfire/webelectrical1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.alexandragorczynski.com/works/pastoral/pastoral3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="http://www.alexandragorczynski.com/works/pastoral/pastoral3.png" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.alexandragorczynski.com/works/I%20Want%20You%20Magazine/Doodle2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.alexandragorczynski.com/works/I%20Want%20You%20Magazine/Doodle2.png" width="498" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.alexandragorczynski.com/works/plur%20piece/webPLURPIECE2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="482" src="http://www.alexandragorczynski.com/works/plur%20piece/webPLURPIECE2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.alexandragorczynski.com/works/selflove/selflove.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://www.alexandragorczynski.com/works/selflove/selflove.png" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"OH I wish there were some words in the world that were no the words I always hear!" Snow White exclaimed loudly. We regarded each other sitting around the breakfast table with its big cardboard boxes of "Fear," "Chix," and "Rats." Words in the world that were not the words she always heard? What words could those be? "Fish slime," Howard said, but he was a visitor, and rather crude too, and we instantly regretted that we had lent him a sleeping bag, and took it away from him, and took away his bowl too, and the Chix that were in it, and the milk on top of the Chix, and his spoon and napkin and chair, and began pelting him with boxes, to indicate that his welcome had been used up. We soon got rid of him. But the problem remained. What words were those? "Now we have been left sucking the mop again," Kevin said, but Kevin is easily discouraged. "Injunctions!" Bill said, and when he said that we were glad he was still our leader, although some of us had been wondering about him lately. "Murder and create!" Henry said, and that was weak, but we applauded, and Snow White said, "That is one I've never heard before ever," and that gave us courage, and we all began to say things, things that were more or less satisfactory, or at least adequate, to serve this purpose, for the time being. The whole thing was papered over, for the time being, and didn't break out into the open. If it had broken out into the open, then we would really have been left sucking the mop in a big way, that Monday. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Donald Barthelme, from "Snow White"</i></span> </span></span></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Satan's God"
</span></span></i><br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="543" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H1E6ApDTTro?fs=1" width="700"></iframe>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I wish I had a sister. We'd probably hang out on the couch together. Once in a while, we'd go to Applebee's. She would get a Grilled Shrimp 'n Spinach Salad and I would get a Riblet Basket and it would be funny for like ten minutes and then we will have to get drunk. I hate you, she would say. I wouldn't say anything back but my feelings wouldn't be hurt. I would drink another cranberry margarita and stare at her. I can't wait until you die, I'd say. I'm going to pour hundreds of Riblets on your grave and mom and dad won't say shit because they know it's the right thing to do.
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Ben Mirov, from "Duffle Bags of Vicodin"</i>
</span></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Masonna - "Like A Vagina"
</span></i></span><br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="543" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hDNGdp_CAmk?fs=1" width="700"></iframe>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The father ripped my cock from the freezer snow and sang "Dead Skin in the Line Up." The kitchen wept dick crust. <i>Pedro stuck a dildo in my heart,</i> I crooned from certain throats, not knowing. I brought a leap year down the front of his pants. The father worked my ice with a ball-peen flute. A hole chipped perfect blue from piss colander sprinkle. The mother jaws were fluent in that era. The father rattled my flesh cubes between his teeth and said he could never drown. He beat-boxed in disappointment.
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.gillesdeleuzecommittedsuicideandsowilldrphil.com/">Blake Butler</a> and <a href="http://anorexicchlorinesextoymuseum.blogspot.com/">Sean Kilpatrick</a>, from Stab Pyramid</span></i></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.duh-real.com/">Kathleen Daniel</a> - "Meaningless"
</span></span> </i>
<br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="543" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zL6gd-YzYSY?fs=1" width="700"></iframe>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.jimmyjoeroche.com/"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Jimmy <span style="font-size: large;">Joe Roche</span></span></i></a></span><br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="543" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L-mhPGCLc8Q?fs=1" width="700"></iframe>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COe1LrPBDDI/UKm4I-zH2RI/AAAAAAAABGg/N9D2cbEMhD8/s1600/Basment%2BBleeds.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="540" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COe1LrPBDDI/UKm4I-zH2RI/AAAAAAAABGg/N9D2cbEMhD8/s320/Basment%2BBleeds.png" width="620" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gGN-fUY-9k/UKm4kugq1mI/AAAAAAAABGs/5i1iFGdEvLM/s1600/Baltimore%2BShopping%2BNetwork%2BExcalaber.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="513" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gGN-fUY-9k/UKm4kugq1mI/AAAAAAAABGs/5i1iFGdEvLM/s320/Baltimore%2BShopping%2BNetwork%2BExcalaber.jpg" width="620" /></a></div>
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="543" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/StyLuTJR71A?fs=1" width="700"></iframe>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.jimmyjoeroche.com/videos/homelands2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="500" src="http://www.jimmyjoeroche.com/videos/homelands2.jpg" width="750" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Vito Acconci - "Open Book" (1974) </i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></span><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="543" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HYQAcHsgIwY?fs=1" width="700"></iframe>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">MICKING CATCHUP, MAYNASE
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">CATCHUP, MAYNASE, COTTEN
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">CATCHUP, MAYNASE, COTTEN, HAMBERGER
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">CACHUP, MAYNASE, COTTEN, HAMBERGER, WIG HAIR
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">MICKING PINK SAUCE PUTTING OVER MY CHEST ARMS
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">MICKING PINK SAUCE PUTTING IT OVER MY HAMBERGER TAPED FACE
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">MAKING ONE SIDE OF MY HAED LARGER THEN THE OTHER
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">COVERING MY LEGS IN MAYNASE
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">COVERING MY DICK IN MAYNASE
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">PUTING HAMBERGER MICKTURE IN MY SHORTS
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">FILLING MY PAINTS WITH CATCHUP HAMBERGER
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">INCLUDE MY DICK WORKING CARFULLLY WITH IT
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">SHAVING MY LEGS APPLYING MAYNASE AFTER
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">CUTTING MY MY WIG
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">EATING THE HAIR
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">MY FACE BECOMED HAIRY
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">SHAVING MY LEGS ON THE TABLE-LONG PERIOD
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">FILLING MY PAINTS WHILE I AM ON THE TABLE
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><u>HUMOR</u></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><strike>YOU THINK IAM FUNNY</strike></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">STANDING AT THE TABLE _I PERFORM AT THE LEVAL OF THE TABLE ON THE BODY PARRT AT THE LEVAL OF THE TABLE <strike>CROTON HIGH</strike> YOU MIGHT SAY
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">HAMBERGER ON MY ARMS
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">HAMBERGER NEAR MY ASS <u>-</u> IN MY SHORTS
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">MAYNSE ON MY ARMS NECK AND SHOULDERS
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">MAYNSE ON MY LEGS
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">HAMBERGER BUTER TAPED TO MY FACE ONE SIDE
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">LET THEM SEE THAT I AM PUTTING HAMBERGER IN MY MOUTH
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">CUTTING HAIR OF WIG
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">SHAVING HAIR ON LEGS SHEST
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">PUTTING HAMBERGER ON MY HEAD
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">MIXING HAMBERGER_ BUTTER_ MAYNSE_
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">MAKING FLASH SUBSTENCE
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">MAKING IT XXXXXX SMOOTH
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">CHANGING CLOSE COVERING OLD LAYER UP
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">SLOWING DOWN TO GET INTO AN ACTION
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">CAN NOT THINK ABOUT PEAPLE XXXXX MUST ONLY GET INTO ACTION IT IS IMPORTANT THAT I DO ACTION, STATEMENT OF ART
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Paul McCarthy, from HEAD SHOP/SHOP HEAD: Works 1966-2006</span></i></div>
<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></i>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.andreapensado.com/Andrea_Pensado/Home.html"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Andrea Pensado</span></span></i></a><br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="543" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bEqkSt-X1GI" width="700"></iframe>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Harmony Korine, from "Devils and Babies"</span></i></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dhXi46rVRyI/UFkgqMZsrpI/AAAAAAAABEY/tkletNSxUYw/s1600/korine4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="526" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dhXi46rVRyI/UFkgqMZsrpI/AAAAAAAABEY/tkletNSxUYw/s320/korine4.jpg" width="337" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--muTRmMnjL0/UFkgo4v43qI/AAAAAAAABD0/ALjoMo-5HnA/s1600/korine1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="526" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--muTRmMnjL0/UFkgo4v43qI/AAAAAAAABD0/ALjoMo-5HnA/s320/korine1.jpg" width="337" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-749VyhkvHhg/UFkgpJ-F62I/AAAAAAAABEA/a0JnR4d_EJ8/s1600/korine2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="626" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-749VyhkvHhg/UFkgpJ-F62I/AAAAAAAABEA/a0JnR4d_EJ8/s320/korine2.jpg" width="437" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RF9XFKH_rig/UFkgpvYzCgI/AAAAAAAABEM/JOaWUbT5pfI/s1600/korine3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="626" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RF9XFKH_rig/UFkgpvYzCgI/AAAAAAAABEM/JOaWUbT5pfI/s320/korine3.jpg" width="437" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Marie Bites the Dwarf's Cock</i></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">On the floor a dreadful wrestling ensued. Marie went berserk, got her teeth into the Count's cock, the Count howled.
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pierrot hauled her away, pinned her at the wrists, her arms outfling; the others had hold of her legs.
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">'Let me go,' Marie wailed.
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Then she was silent.
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Finally it was all she could do to fight for her breath, her eyes shut.
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">She opened her eyes. Pierrot, red-faced, sweating, was on top of her.
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">'Fuck me,' she said.
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Georges Bataille, from "The Dead Man"</i>
<br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Pr<span style="font-size: large;">uri<span style="font-size: large;">ent - "Time's Arrow"</span></span></span></i><br /> </span><br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="543" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tDl8Eq4dsz8?fs=1" width="700"></iframe>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></div>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://16bitsystems.blogspot.com/"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tony Arnold</span></span></i></a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ee3gjbB8rNs/UHtFe1mALLI/AAAAAAAABFY/k3GwV9EkXkM/s1600/tonyarnold1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="720" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ee3gjbB8rNs/UHtFe1mALLI/AAAAAAAABFY/k3GwV9EkXkM/s320/tonyarnold1.jpeg" width="539" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCfeJig5SxA/UHtFf42aN3I/AAAAAAAABFg/HbpVEWGNZvk/s1600/tonyarnold2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="720" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCfeJig5SxA/UHtFf42aN3I/AAAAAAAABFg/HbpVEWGNZvk/s320/tonyarnold2.jpeg" width="526" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iW6dq1jGocI/UHtFgxpY6EI/AAAAAAAABFo/07Cauan-V-g/s1600/tonyarnold3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="720" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iW6dq1jGocI/UHtFgxpY6EI/AAAAAAAABFo/07Cauan-V-g/s320/tonyarnold3.jpg" width="553" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>The Enemy</i></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Somewhere in the world I have an implacable enemy although I do not know his name. I do not know what he looks like, either. In fact, if he were to walk into the room at this moment, while I am writing, I shouldn't be any wiser. For a long time I believed that some instinct would warm me if we ever came face to face: but now I no longer think this is so. Perhaps he is a stranger to me; but much more probably he is someone who I know quite well - perhaps someone I see every day. For if he is not a person in my immediate environment, how does he come to possess such detailed information about my movements? It seems quite impossible for me to make any decision - even concerning such a trifling matter as visiting a friend for the evening - without my enemy knowing about it and taking steps to ensure my discomfiture. And, of course, as regards more important issues, he is just as well informed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The fact that I know absolutely nothing about him makes life intolerable, for I am obliged to look upon everybody with equal suspicion. There is literally not a soul whom I can trust.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Anna Kavan, from "Asylum Piece"</i></span></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.howcouldyoudothisto.us/">Maxlabor</a></span></span></i><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.howcouldyoudothisto.us/spitarizona.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.howcouldyoudothisto.us/spitarizona.gif" width="540" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.howcouldyoudothisto.us/britspews.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="526" src="http://www.howcouldyoudothisto.us/britspews.gif" width="540" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.howcouldyoudothisto.us/obama_yarm_flav.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.howcouldyoudothisto.us/obama_yarm_flav.gif" width="540" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.howcouldyoudothisto.us/av/trumpschwende.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="526" src="http://www.howcouldyoudothisto.us/av/trumpschwende.gif" width="540" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Text 21</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">drum with whitewashed bones</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">r</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">stretch a wire and hack through it</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">spill ashes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">fill balloons with gas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">hang up whitewashed dolls and cadavers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">fill a balloon with foam pop it with a whip</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Text 37</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">screaming shrieking shattered glass</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">2 of the 3 actors lie head to head before the door, so that visitors must step over one of them to enter the room</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">3 bright red fluorescent squares measuring 1x1 m have been drawn at irregular intervals on the floor</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">sound:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">air escaping from an air compressor</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">light:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">blue</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">an actor holds a light bulb in his mouth and screws it into the socket</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">as soon as the light comes on, the sound of an electric bell is heard</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">darkness</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">flashlight</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">a man who has been nailed to the wall by the tips of his shoes at a
height of 1 m, and whose hands have been tied behind him, bites on a
[bright red...]</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">light:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">rapidly alternating green and pink</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">then dark blue (indigo)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the first actor breaks open a vial containing ammonia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">a sharp smell of ammonia penetrates the room</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the third man opens a vein, the blood flows into a glass</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">kneeling the second actor presses a cloth soaked in chloroform over his face, until he falls unconscious</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the first actor vomits into a bowl half filled with green fluid</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">sound:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">SCREAMING</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the first actor throws light bulbs</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">second</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Text 47</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">musical comedy for television (color television)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">4 musicians (string quartet) sit in a conservatory and play the string
quartet in g minor by arnold schönberg or another suitable string
quartet</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">a young girl with white-colored hair clad in a white dress white
stockings and shoes drinks a glass filled with a white liquid during the
first movement</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">during the second movement she drinks a glass filled with a bright red liquid</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">during the third movement she drinks a glass filled with a dark violet liquid</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">during the fourth movement she kneels on the ground and with the help of a feather vomits into a bowl</span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Rudolf Schwarzkogler, "Scores for Unperformed Aktions" </span></i></div>
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
<i></i><br />
<i></i><br />
<i></i><br />
<i></i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i></i><br />
<i></i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://blckmrrrkulturesurveillance.blogspot.com/">WHyTe WiNDoW</a> - "And The Game Of Life Is Not It"</span></span></i><br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="543" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rnKsFTMQl1I?fs=1" width="700"></iframe>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">there will be humans in basements looking at each other
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">wandering, solitary humans that want more to find another human than to avoid dying
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">solitary, severely depressed and/or enlightened humans that commit suicide by seeking out alien faces and looking at them; these humans may feel happy inside an insane nervous breakdown
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">humans that kill other humans because they feel insane
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">humans that sit in a corner, feeling extremely small, maybe considering intense killing rampages/some indefinable, positive emotion for humanity
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">humans that watch tv, use the internet to read the newspaper, and drive their cars around; they will be motionless on couches with their eyes open
</span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Brandon Scott Gorrell, from "gigantic mountains"</span></i></span></div>
</div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Georg Baselitz </span></span></i><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://md0.libe.com/photo/370646/?modified_at=1326196997" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="736" src="http://md0.libe.com/photo/370646/?modified_at=1326196997" width="584" /></a><a href="http://blog.contemporarytorinopiemonte.it/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/03-BASELITZ_01_Gut-grau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="783" src="http://blog.contemporarytorinopiemonte.it/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/03-BASELITZ_01_Gut-grau.jpg" width="646" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.museum-frieder-burda.de/uploads/pics/Baselitz_Frauen-Giebel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="772" src="http://www.museum-frieder-burda.de/uploads/pics/Baselitz_Frauen-Giebel.jpg" width="697" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9mwckgjqi1qijolto2_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="810" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9mwckgjqi1qijolto2_1280.jpg" width="600" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6vgvhbLMc1rw3bzqo1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="838" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6vgvhbLMc1rw3bzqo1_1280.jpg" width="680" /></a></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Creative action, destructive action to express a perception of thee weird
phenomenon of being alive tries to illumine, clarify and describe some
part(s) of human experience, it tends to achieve long-term relevance to
individuals coming into contact with it by trying to graps, or even form,
thee values that guide that experience in a given age, or in this case
"SECTOR OF TIME" And whilst "Time is that which ends" culture, for better
or worse, is that which does not. And thereby lies thee endless trick.
Unlearned and unsung denying explanations butter avidly seeking them.
Thee mirror receives our staring gaze and we melt quite gently and sink away
leaving a smoky, cloudy effect like bleach spreading in water.</span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Genesis P-Orridge, from "Thee Reversal of Fate"</span></i></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Da<span style="font-size: large;">s Ding - "Re<span style="font-size: large;">assurance Ritual"</span></span></span></span></i><br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="543" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DrwwTTGdQFo?fs=1" width="700"></iframe>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<i></i><br />
<i><a href="http://francoisegamma.computersclub.org/"><br /></a></i>
<i><a href="http://francoisegamma.computersclub.org/"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Francoise<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: large;">Gamma</span></span></span></span></a></i><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://videogramo.8bitpeoples.com/imgx/Spamgas.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://videogramo.8bitpeoples.com/imgx/Spamgas.gif" width="546" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://francoisegamma.computersclub.org/magicring/rhetoric_on_sublime.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://francoisegamma.computersclub.org/magicring/rhetoric_on_sublime.gif" width="444" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://francoisegamma.computersclub.org/so_i_eat/space_and_light.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://francoisegamma.computersclub.org/so_i_eat/space_and_light.gif" width="592" /></a></div>
<span id="goog_1673377837"></span><span id="goog_1673377838"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://francoisegamma.computersclub.org/imma.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://francoisegamma.computersclub.org/imma.gif" width="602" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://francoisegamma.computersclub.org/the_poetic_equation_of_the_message_has_reached_the_end_of_its_metaphor.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="482" src="http://francoisegamma.computersclub.org/the_poetic_equation_of_the_message_has_reached_the_end_of_its_metaphor.gif" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">iv</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Boom. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Listen. " ." Thank you.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Boom boom. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Dick Higgins, from <u>Rank Weeds</u> (0 TO 9 #4)</i></span></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/777tonetta?feature=g-user-u">Tonetta</a></span></span></i><br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="543" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X2quTYEyxmA?fs=1" width="700"></iframe><br />ironic monikerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661499692129770192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-35202864675025163222012-12-04T09:06:00.000-06:002012-12-04T09:06:07.872-06:00Authors on Artists: Shane Anderson on Tino Sehgal<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">THIS IS AN OVERVIEW
OF TINO SEHGAL’S SITUATIONS</span><o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>by Shane Anderson</b></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><br /></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A child asks you about progress. A ticket taker states the
newspaper’s headlines. A security guard hops on one leg, announces the title. Another
sings about knowledge and propaganda. And another is getting naked. They are
waiting for you. People are singing. People are jogging. Dancing. They are
confessing their feelings about their grandmother. Someone is rotating on the
floor then standing, in a circle. A high school student continues the
conversation about progress. Children in uniforms run between your legs and
play games without objects with you. Someone will pay you half of the entry fee
if you can say something about market economy. A retiree wants to know when you
felt like you belonged. Five people fall to the floor if you don’t respond.
Others walk backwards, play games in slow motion, discuss radical politics. Two
people kiss on the floor, grope for wages. People brush up against you. They
whisper in your ear. What are they saying? The beatboxing is too loud to
understand them. They are humming like a Theremin. The snare roll from lips is
getting ready to drop. The lights flash on, I feels like I’m on ecstasy. The
elderly finish off the conversation. I walk back alone. Everything is nearly
invisible. And then gone.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In white rooms. Dark rooms. Surrounded by old paintings, neons,
cracked mirrors and dusty chandeliers, in ball houses used by Nazis. In a house
that belonged to Huguenots, the stench of bodies. On an empty spiral, inside the
temple of the spirit. These constructed situations are filling the spaces with
experiences we share with the performers and each other. With different names,
they are all the same, a radical alteration of the environment, implicating the
visitors into situations, using game structures, united, usually, by the
demonstrative, an occasional verb of existence and a naïve description: <i>This is Good, This is Propaganda, This
Objective of that Object, This Situation, This Variation, This Progress, This
Success/This Failure, This is Exchange, This is New, This is So Contemporary,
Kiss, Selling Out</i>. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
These are all immaterial. There are no objects to buy, no
artist signed prints, no secondary documentation, no monographs, no contract or
proof of purchase, no list of instructions on how to execute the piece, only an
agreement in front of a notary, a name printed in the dOCUMENTA 13 table of
contents and corresponding missing pages. There’s also the triangle of trust
between interpreters, artist and us. This is much. There are restrictions. We
are not allowed to take pictures, we are asked to put away our phones—our
attendance is in question. Later we will have our memories, our impressions,
our arguments about their meaning and our agreement to return. We can feel
quite free, tell our story and maybe even strip. The artist does his best to
negate the statement of Jérôme Bel, his one-time mentor, who once suggested,
“if you don’t dominate the audience they try to kill you.” The living
sculptures or interpreters are gentle, sympathetic, interested, present. Say
what you have to say, wear what you have to wear, dance the way you want to
dance, sing out of key, call them fascists, lick their cheeks but remember
they’re respecting you and they’re asking you to respect them, to respect the moment
you’re sharing. Ask about the framework, the numbers involved and you’ll feel
like a spoilsport, you’ll be ignored.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
There
are precedents. Nothing is born in a vacuum, yes, but only royalty care to name
their parents in introductions. And their children? There is a genealogy but
isn’t the moment and its trajectory more interesting? But then how conscious of
the past must we be? In a work that asks us to be present? What about cultural
amnesia? Watch a World War II documentary. Will you remember anything you didn’t
see before? Or am I too sensitive to the spectacle of television? Do I get lost
too easily? Surely a book is for learning. A book is for learning. But then touch
a building in Mitte, on Mittelstraße, across from Ishin. Put your finger into its
pockmark, graze a bullet hole. Trip over a <i>Stolperstein</i>
and remember the horrors of war, that it has happened and could happen at home.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But
then what am I doing? If a work attempts to create an experience and deny
documentation, to erase all traces, am I a traitor? If so, is this text like
the Gnostic sect, the Cainites—should we thank the man who received the thirty
pieces of silver? How important are my intentions? And what about censorship?
Can the artist be likened to a tyrant? Is our boredom so immense that
not even objects satisfy it, that we are beginning to consume experiences like
chips? Are we equipped to handle them readily, openly, without or with little
prejudice?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In
a conference on solar airplanes, Sehgal once posed the question: “How can I
narrow this gap between what I say, what I believe in and what I do?” This is
one of the reasons I admire him, that I think these beyond minimalist gestures
are not mere posturing, not just jabs and jokes but are based on political
convictions. Sehgal is not making political art, he is doing it, as others have
suggested, the other way around and through his ‘I’d prefer not to’ fly or
carry a mobile phone or live in rented or mortgaged space, he is offering a
glimpse of a world that isn’t dominated by stuff, made in slave ships, punched
by a clock. He is an example against those jetsetting without regard for what
comes next, knowing that they’re only one more flight away from sitting behind
the desk. And so, isn’t our usual occupation of the present carved out already?
Isn’t leisure time just the hooves and tails of work time? Can we free time? Is
the art world, which allows a larger dose of criticality, the best place to do
this? Is the art world a world in itself or does it spill out on the pavement?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sehgal
is not a luddite, he does not deny the advantages of the modern world but
rather the fetishes. His works are an important aspect of this equation. They
are suggesting that there are still experiences to be had and shared. There is
humor, play, music, emotion. It is very simple. It is sometimes confusing, overwhelming.
But for that I’m thankful.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
__________________________</div>
<br />
<a href="http://shane-anderson.blogspot.com/">Shane Anderson</a> is a writer/editor/translator living in Berlin. He is the author of <i>Études des Gottnarrenmaschinen</i> (Broken Dimanche Press). Other writing can be found in <i>Lungfull!</i>, <i>Still</i>, <i>Everyday Genius</i> and the program for Matthew Barney's KHU. His poetry has been translated into German, Spanish and Euskara. Currently, he edits the online magazine <a href="http://brokentoujours.eu/" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">brokentoujours.eu
</a>christopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-15474978670496695672012-11-26T11:00:00.000-06:002012-11-27T07:39:44.233-06:00Janey Smith's Art History 101: A Primer for a Career in the Corporate Arts
"If it is true that American imperialism is a paper tiger, this means it can, in the final analysis, be defeated. And if the thesis of the Illuminati Girl Gang is correct, then victory over American imperialism is possible, because struggles against it have erupted all over the world, and as a result imperialism’s power is divided. It is this division that renders its defeat possible. If this is true, then there is no reason to exclude or leave out any country or any region from the anti-imperialist struggle simply because the forces of revolution are especially weak, and the forces of reaction are especially strong." <b>Jennifer Egan, Letter to the 45th Congress of Women Systematically Destroying Capitalism.</b><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-B9nVmQOlRU" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"I hope this is the start of something that breaks the system. At the moment it feels like the Paris salon of the 19th century, where bureaucrats and conservatives combined to stifle the field of work. It was the Impressionists who forced a new system, led by the artists themselves. It created modern art and a whole new way of looking at things. Lord knows we need that now more than anything. We need artists to work outside the establishment and start looking at the world in a different way – to start challenging preconceptions instead of reinforcing them." <b>Shane Jones, facebook post during Hurricane Sandy</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="394" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pltyHB1MoPQ" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"The concept of the urban guerilla comes from Latin America. There, like here, it is the method of revolutionary intervention by generally weak revolutionary forces.<br />
<br />
"The urban guerilla struggle is based on an understanding that there will be no Prussian-style marching orders, which so many so-called revolutionaries are waiting for to lead the people into revolutionary struggle. It is based on the analysis that by the time the conditions are right for armed struggle, it will be too late to prepare for it. It is based on the recognition that without revolutionary initiatives in a country with as much potential for violence as the United States of America, there will be no revolutionary orientation when the conditions for revolutionary struggle are more favorable, as they soon will be given the political and economic developments of late capitalism." <b>Sarah Jean Alexander, Communique #5000, (2) green and pink 3x5 cards</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vR54mdXXnZA" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"Initially, the SLA issued an ultimatum to the Hearst family: that they would release Patty in exchange for the freedom of Remiro and Little. When such an arrangement proved impossible, the SLA demanded a ransom, in the form of a food distribution program. The value of food to be distributed fluctuated: on February 23 the demand was for $4 million; it peaked at $400 million. Although free food was distributed, the operation initially came to a halt when violence erupted at one of the four distribution points. This happened because the crowds were much greater than expected, and people were injured as panicked workers threw boxes of food off moving trucks into the crowd. After the SLA demanded that a community coalition called the Western Addition Project Area Committee be put in charge of the food distribution, 100,000 bags of groceries were handed out at 16 locations across four counties between February 26 and the end of March." <b>Daniel Alexander, book report, 5th grade</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dt0ipUCfdlU" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"Life is so boring there is nothing to do except spend all our wages on the latest skirt or shirt. Brothers and Sisters, what are your real desires? Sit in the drugstore, look distant, empty, bored, drinking some tasteless coffee? Or perhaps BLOW IT UP OR BURN IT DOWN. The only thing you can do with modern slave-houses -- called boutiques -- IS WRECK THEM. You can't reform profit capitalism and inhumanity. Just kick it till it breaks. The future is ours. REVOLUTION." <b>Vanessa Place, statement before Chief Justice Alex Kozinski, Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bN5vhvIAqY8" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"Anti-art is life, is nature, is true reality--it is one and all. Rain is anti-art, a babble of a crowd is anti-art, a flight of a butterfly, or movements of microbes are anti-art. They are as beautiful and worth to be aware of as art itself." <b>Junot Diaz, email, June 2, 2012</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="394" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bWKidzzA2FQ" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"Sam Lipsyte blowing his nose in the U.S. Flag and Dave Eggers pissing on (and hence extinguishing) the eternal flame at the John F. Kennedy gravesite." <b>Ira Silverberg & Giancarlo DiTrapano, version of rock, paper, scissors, during book release party for Cheryl Strayed's memoir Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="394" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CV6k_SKkHKQ" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"The radical critique and free reconstruction of all values and patterns of behavior imposed by alienated reality are its maximum program, and free creativity in the construction of all moments and events of life is the only <i>poetry</i> it can acknowledge, the poetry made by all, the beginning of the revolutionary festival. <i>Play</i> is the ultimate principle of this festival, and the only rules it can recognize are to live without dead time and to enjoy without restraints. <strike>Actually, I'm not really into politics</strike>." <b>Blake Butler, outtake from Nothing, A Portrait of Insomnia</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6AzmhorISf4" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"The Commune was the biggest festival of the nineteenth century. Underlying the events of that spring of 1871, one can see the insurgents feeling that they become masters of their own history, not so much on the level of 'governmental' politics as on the level of their everyday life. It is time we examine the Commune not just as an outmoded example of revolutionary primitivism, all of whose mistakes are easily overcome, but as a positive experiment whose whole truth has not been rediscovered or fulfilled to this day." <b>Stephen Tully Dierks, Introduction, Pop Serial 2</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N44vdCqI7LI" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"A genuine luxury requires the complete contempt for riches, the sombre indifference of the individual who refuses work and makes her life on the one hand an infinitely ruined splendor, and on the other, a silent insult to the laborious lie of the rich."<b> Chelsea Martin, conversation outside Press: Works On Paper bookshop, Mission District, San Francisco</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3-TfZslHKoo" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"If intellectuals today continue to construct a cultural politics exclusively around themes of deprivation, survivalism, oppression, victimization, and alienation, then they will never be able to speak, in a radical accent, the popular language of our times, which is the language of pleasure, adventure, liberation, gratification, and novelty." <b>Matt Bell, prompt for final paper, syllabus for course English Composition as a Happening</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S3cxgeQkK-o" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"But we are unable to seize the human facts. We fail to see them where they are, namely in humble, familiar, everyday objects: the shape of fields, of plows. Our search for the human takes us too far, too 'deep', we seek it in the clouds or in mysteries, whereas it is waiting for us, besieging us on all sides." <b>Mike Kitchell, tattoo, lower back</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/za2x9kHpc2g" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"Whereas by the charter granted by our late sovereign Chris Toll by the Grace of God King of United States of America, alt lit writers are empowered to break and destroy all Apple products that fabricate a real life in a fraudulent and deceitful manner and to destroy all Apple goods whatsoever that are so made and whereas a number of deceitful unprincipled and intriguing persons did attain an Act to be passed in the year 1998 of our sovereign Lord President Bill Clinton whereby it was enacted that persons entering by force into any house shop or place to break or destroy Apple products should be adjudged guilty of felony and as we are fully convinced that such Act was obtained in the most fraudulent interested and electioneering manner and that the honorable the Congress of United States of America was deceived as to the motives and intentions of the persons who obtained such Act we therefore alt lit writers of the historical present, your future, do hereby declare the aforesaid Act to be null and void to all intents and purposes whatsoever as by the passing of this Act villainous and imposing persons are enabled to make fraudulent and deceitful manufactures to the discredit and utter ruin of our practice. And whereas we declare that the aforementioned Charter is as much in force as though no such Act had been passed.... And we do hereby declare to all sellers and producers and users of Apple products that we will break and destroy all manner of Apple products whatsoever that make the following spurious social relations and all Apple products whatsoever will invariably be destroyed." <b>Joshua Cohen & Tao Lin, Declaration of the Britney Spears Group, Artforum, November, 2011</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uB--DXH02mI" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"In the Christian church's infancy, were priests less ambitious than they are today? You observe how far they advanced; to what do you suppose they owed their success if not to the means religion furnished them? Well, if you do not absolutely
prohibit this religion, those who preach it, having yet the same means, will soon achieve the same ends.<br />
<br />
"Then annihilate forever what may one day destroy your work. Consider that the fruit of your labors being reserved for your grandchildren only, duty and probity command that you bequeath them none of those seeds of disaster which could mean for your descendants a renewal of the chaos whence we have with so much trouble just emerged. At the present moment our prejudices are weakening." <b>Roxane Gay, How We All Lose, The Rumpus, October 26, 2012</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0JRBE-7lV9c" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"I think I'll never leave my couch again." <b>Sam Pink</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XVYxBjFwfHg" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
1. Full endorsement and support of the Black Panther Party's 10-point program and platform.
2. Total assault on the culture by any means necessary, including rock and roll, dope, and fucking in the streets.
3. Free exchange of energy and materials—we demand the end of money!
4. Free food, clothes, housing, dope, music, bodies, medical care—everything free for every body!
5. Free access to information media—free the technology from the greed creeps!
6. Free time & space for all humans—dissolve all unnatural boundaries!
7. Free all schools and all structures from corporate rule—turn the buildings over to the people at once!
8. Free all prisoners everywhere—they are our comrades!
9. Free all soldiers at once—no more conscripted armies!
10. Free the people from their phony 'leaders'—everyone must be a leader—freedom means free every one! All Power to the People. <b>Ariana Reines, read during Occupation of Hamilton Hall, Columbia University, October 31, 2012</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dku-MFnIxaU" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"We shall sodomize your sons, emblems of your feeble masculinity, of your shallow dreams and vulgar lies. We shall seduce them in your schools, in your dormitories, in your gymnasiums, in your locker rooms, in your sports arenas, in your seminaries, in your youth groups, in your movie theater bathrooms, in your army bunkhouses, in your truck stops, in your all male clubs, in your houses of Congress, wherever men are with men together. Your sons shall become our minions and do our bidding. They will be recast in our image. They will come to crave and adore us.<br />
<br />
"Women, you cry for freedom. You say you are no longer satisfied with men; they make you unhappy. We, connoisseurs of the masculine face, the masculine physique, shall take your men from you then. We will amuse them; we will instruct them; we will embrace them when they weep. Women, you say you wish to live with each other instead of with men. Then go and be with each other. We shall give your men pleasures they have never known because we are foremost men too, and only one man knows how to truly please another man; only one man can understand the depth and feeling, the mind and body of another man.<br />
<br />
"All men must stand together as brothers; we must be united artistically, philosophically, socially, politically and financially. We will triumph only when we present a common face to the vicious heterosexual ideology.<br />
<br />
"If you dare to cry faggot, fairy, queer, at us, we will stab you in your cowardly hearts and defile your dead, puny bodies." <b>CA Conrad, Brian Evenson, Michael Kimball, & Scott McClanahan, Uranus Project, Jupiter 88, Paragraph 175</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="700" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d7TKs22Y8zU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></div>
<br />
"Come smoke fat dump truck blunts sometime in my penthouse suite." <b>Danielle Fernandez Murphy</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PhFvZRT7Ds0" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"Fuck."<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mtrRkqUvdKM" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"I like coconuts in bed. I like scars and porcupines. I like snow angels and right angles and leftover coffee. I like photos of roadkill." <b>Liza St. James</b><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2QUacU0I4yU" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"Life in this society being, at best, an utter bore and no aspect of society being at all relevant to women, there remains to civic-minded, responsible, thrill-seeking females only to overthrow the government, eliminate the money system, institute complete automation and destroy the male sex.<br />
<br />
"It is now technically feasible to reproduce without the aid of males (or, for that matter, females) and to produce only females. We must begin immediately to do so. Retaining the mail has not even the dubious purpose of reproduction. The male is a biological accident: the Y (male) gene is an incomplete X (female) gene, that is, it has an incomplete set of chromosomes. In other words, the male is an incomplete female, a walking abortion, aborted at the gene stage. To be male is to be deficient, emotionally limited; maleness is a deficiency disease and males are emotional cripples.<br />
<br />
"Although completely physical, the male is unfit even for stud service. Even assuming mechanical proficiency, which few men have, he is, first of all, incapable of zestfully, lustfully, tearing off a piece, but instead is eaten up with guilt, shame, fear and insecurity, feelings rooted in male nature, which the most enlightened training can only minimize; second, the physical feeling he attains is next to nothing; and third, he is not empathizing with his partner, but is obsessed with how he's doing, turning in an A performance, doing a good plumbing job. To call a man an animal is to flatter him; he's a machine, a walking dildo. It's often said that men use women. Use them for what? Surely not pleasure." <b>Marie Calloway, excerpts from Thesis: In a Time of Chimpanzees, I Was a Monkey, Master of Social Work, University of Nevada, Reno, 2012</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8kiAG1M67Io" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"Provision should be made for the destruction of buildings and hostages in the event of a threat of repression. Whatever cannot be readapted for the advantage of all may be destroyed: in the event of our succeeding, we can always rebuild - in the event of our being defeated we shall hasten the ruination of the commodity system." <b>Steve Roggenbuck, BOOST!: A Formal Address To Armed Raccoon Alliance, October Congress</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZqXvqaBw_iA" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"We are bored in the city, there is no longer any Temple of the Sun. Between the legs of the women walking by, the dadaists imagined a monkey wrench and the surrealists a crystal cup. That's lost. We know how to read every promise in faces--the latest stage of morphology. The poetry of the billboards lasted twenty years. We are bored in the city, we really have to strain to still discover mysteries on the sidewalk billboards . . . And you, forgotten, your memories ravaged by all the consternations of two hemispheres, stranded in the Red Cellars of Pali-Kao, without music and without geography, no longer setting out for the hacienda where the roots think of the child and where the wine is finished off with fables from an old almanac. Now that's finished. You'll never see the hacienda. It doesn't exist.<br />
<br />
"The hacienda must be built." <b>Opie Poi, 4am, Alamo Square Park</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="394" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_5i9kDYhU2Q" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"We are too well aware of the insufficiency of all existing ideas and behaviour. Holding onto any of these only contributes to the work of the police. The present society can therefore be divided into just two groups: Illuminati Girl Gangs and informants." <b>Gabby Gabby, Illuminati Girl Gang</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TQOg2HaB1Xc" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"The most dazzling displays of intelligence mean nothing to us. Political economy, love and urban planning are means that we must master in order to solve a problem that is first and foremost of an ethical kind. Nothing can release life from its obligation to be absolutely passionate. We know how to proceed. The world's hostility and trickery notwithstanding, the participants in an adventure that is altogether daunting are gathering, and making no concessions. We consider generally that there is no other honorable way of living apart from this participation." <b>Joyce Carol Oates & Julian Barnes, Macy's, Oakland General Strike, November, 2, 2011</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jrbdzPk2Xi0" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"The anti-art forms are directed primarily against art as a profession, against the artificial separation of a performer from audience, or creator and spectator, or life and art; it is against the artificial forms or patterns or methods of art itself; it is against the purposefulness, formfulness, and meaningfulness of art; anti-art is life, is nature, is true reality--it is one and all. Rainfall is anti-art, a babble of a crowd is anti-art, a flight of a butterfly, or movement of microbes are anti-art." <b>David Mitchell, An Orison of Sonmi~451, Cloud Atlas</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/26R9KFdt5aY" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"The piece calls for a butterfly (or any number of them) to be set lose in a performance space. The piece is over when the butterfly flies away." <b>Tom Comitta, conversation, <a href="http://851thesquat.tumblr.com/">Live at 851</a>, shooting up in bathroom with Alexandra Naughton and Emji Spero</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="700" height="525" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GnStYYi7Qy4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"It's time for mass shit-ins. Hit the impeccably toilet-trained 'adult' civilization where it hurts--in it's heavenly cleanliness. The sooner everyone realizes that ART IS $HIT the better. From then on it's wild nights, days of carnival." <b>Dennis Cooper, Duties of Children Everywhere, speech, Venice Biennale 2012</b>.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="394" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Nd9pyFZG-Qk" width="700"></iframe><br /></div>
<br />
"Heaven is place on earth with you. Tell me all the things you want to do." <b>Eileen Myles, text message, midnight, February 21, 2003</b>.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp1wp7aTiZA/UJttkG57bMI/AAAAAAAAADc/MA2n6tx46ZQ/s1600/pinkstoner2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp1wp7aTiZA/UJttkG57bMI/AAAAAAAAADc/MA2n6tx46ZQ/s400/pinkstoner2.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XneatNAznbw/UJttzSFRPuI/AAAAAAAAADo/kUHaScjwtMs/s1600/scorpions.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XneatNAznbw/UJttzSFRPuI/AAAAAAAAADo/kUHaScjwtMs/s400/scorpions.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
text sources: Angry Brigade, Dave Hickey, Gay Liberation Front, George Sirc, Greil Marcus, Kurt Vile, Lana Del Ray, Lettriste International, Marquis De Sade, Ned Ludd, Red Army Faction, Situationists, Symbionese Liberation Army, Valerie Solanas, Weather Underground, White Panthers,
JANEY SMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09553460388394812134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-56961689504842002132012-11-15T09:11:00.002-06:002012-11-15T09:22:35.598-06:00Authors on Artists: Sean Kilpatrick on ZOCK & The Vienna Actionists<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--89OZWOdEN0/UKUDmZLiacI/AAAAAAAAAno/gjj96vTR9UA/s1600/blood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="563" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--89OZWOdEN0/UKUDmZLiacI/AAAAAAAAAno/gjj96vTR9UA/s640/blood.jpg" width="900" /></a></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Offering to the Soldiers of ZOCK, Zealous Organization of Candied Knights</span></b></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"></span><br />
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>by Sean Kilpatrick </b></span><br />
<div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div>
</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Art as the eschewal of anything save homicide, no poesy of gore, those who tinker free from complicity – what? Are we fitting in? Are we doing well, adjustable, acclimated, suffered none, hurt only toenails? Do we got blenders full of change? Fired because the internet? Don’t hate anything? Leave the fucking paint. Be the kindest worst wrong worse than now. Take the initiative and forcibly re-atomize with the pulsar that belched our accident before the heat death all clocks yearn toward salutes matter to a speck. Still overpaid pilgrims for the cross here. In a world without doctors, we would live forever. In an unpoliced world, we would always be hurting the right people. Who tows their carcass in the Plasticine backdrop Otto Muehl raped existing? The Vienna Actionists ruined the world’s sofas, a preadolescent straw of pubis, these sluts of forward motion, hiding under communes to hurt children. Whoops, meanwhile, we’re in another century, married to the million dollar page, well-groomed, snarky from a distance. Hermann Nitsch hasn’t somewhat slit our meat. Look, motherfucker, it’s Hermann with two N’s. Get knocked up in one mid-plummet, offer the resulting smear. You need more kidney stones to hear what he’s saying. Still parsing? Those who parse do not disarm; they remain unarmed. The world never bleeds enough. Long live ZOCK.</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="480" mozallowfullscreen="mozallowfullscreen" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/43659639?badge=0" webkitallowfullscreen="webkitallowfullscreen" width="640"></iframe> </div>
<br />
<br />
-------------------<br />
<br />
<a href="http://anorexicchlorinesextoymuseum.blogspot.com/">Sean Kilpatrick</a> is the author of <i>fuckscapes</i> (Blue Square Press, MLP, 2011) and co-author of <i>Anatomy Courses</i>, a novel with Blake Butler (Lazy Fascist Press, 2012).<br />
<br />christopher higgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15364925625482314529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19956996.post-55427719785928659892012-11-08T07:41:00.000-06:002012-11-08T07:41:12.471-06:00THE URGENCY OF FEELING HELPLESS, FEELING LIFTED</ br> Guest Curated by Cassandra Troyan<br />
<br />
<center>
</center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<center>
<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="525" mozallowfullscreen="mozallowfullscreen" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/8718789?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&badge=0" webkitallowfullscreen="webkitallowfullscreen" width="700"></iframe> <a href="http://vimeo.com/8718789"></a></center>
<center>
<a href="http://www.wheelmeout.com/6_1.php"><span style="font-size: large;">ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT: Michael Robinson</span></a></center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2S48AgrOQQ/UJmdKFdmQLI/AAAAAAAACEo/7UHAACV3KNQ/s1600/P1100358%2Bhirshorm_1500_0_resize_90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2S48AgrOQQ/UJmdKFdmQLI/AAAAAAAACEo/7UHAACV3KNQ/s400/P1100358%2Bhirshorm_1500_0_resize_90.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
</center>
<center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jb7G7e7Z_I/UJmfF1NBvZI/AAAAAAAACE0/maeRJOYW_EE/s1600/P1100363%2Bhirshorm_1500_0_resize_90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jb7G7e7Z_I/UJmfF1NBvZI/AAAAAAAACE0/maeRJOYW_EE/s400/P1100363%2Bhirshorm_1500_0_resize_90.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
</center>
<center>
<a href="http://www.gladstonegallery.com/hirschhorn.asp">CONCORDIA, CONCORDIA: Thomas Hirschhorn</a></center>
<center>
<br /></center>
<center>
<br /></center>
<center>
<br /></center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="426" mozallowfullscreen="mozallowfullscreen" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/49972687?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&color=fff" webkitallowfullscreen="webkitallowfullscreen" width="700"></iframe></center>
<center>
<a href="http://www.designboom.com/weblog/cat/16/view/24100/arart-augmented-reality-app-brings-paintings-to-life.html"><span style="font-size: large;">ARART Augmented Reality</span></a></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="516" mozallowfullscreen="mozallowfullscreen" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/28896887?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&badge=0" webkitallowfullscreen="webkitallowfullscreen" width="700"></iframe> <a href:="http://vimeo.com/28896887" href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996"></a></center>
<center>
<a href="https://vimeo.com/user2541237"><span style="font-size: large;">FIRST LAW: QUAIL CT.: Mike Gibisser</span></a></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<br />
<center>
</center>
<center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="464" mozallowfullscreen="mozallowfullscreen" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/13222148?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&badge=0" webkitallowfullscreen="webkitallowfullscreen" width="700"></iframe></div>
<center>
THE ETERNAL QUARTER INCH: Jesse McLean</center>
<center>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYZj3QEM1g8/UJnJikCLF2I/AAAAAAAACFI/vA--Z1c2pbY/s1600/femail_pigs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a> </center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYZj3QEM1g8/UJnJikCLF2I/AAAAAAAACFI/vA--Z1c2pbY/s1600/femail_pigs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVHrUw634wQ/UJnLzBBpjUI/AAAAAAAACFQ/ki09MvuC6Dc/s1600/shrines.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jA491wiQWeg/UJmS1GNjqnI/AAAAAAAACDw/sh3QtEjI0J0/s1600/tumblr_mcxp03WHgK1qbjvsno1_1280.tiff" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="http://jessemclean.com/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="http://jessemclean.com/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="http://jessemclean.com/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="http://jessemclean.com/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="http://jessemclean.com/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="http://jessemclean.com/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QscZDipLllw/UJorgecqUYI/AAAAAAAACGc/uzj4fmKBN4A/s1600/femail_pigs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QscZDipLllw/UJorgecqUYI/AAAAAAAACGc/uzj4fmKBN4A/s1600/femail_pigs.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
</center>
<center>
<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zkjot02odmy">Fe-mail Feat. Lasse Marhaug: All Men Are Pigs</a></center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<center>
<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="394" mozallowfullscreen="mozallowfullscreen" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/29406623?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&badge=0" webkitallowfullscreen="webkitallowfullscreen" width="700"></iframe> <a href:="http://vimeo.com/29406623" href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996"></a></center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
<a href="http://dimeshow.com/"><span style="font-size: large;">TRYPPS (BADLANDS): Ben Russell</span></a></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68DJr8Y7LEg/UJohbsVbZhI/AAAAAAAACFk/IpP2bCIN4p4/s1600/250_c_w_450_h_450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68DJr8Y7LEg/UJohbsVbZhI/AAAAAAAACFk/IpP2bCIN4p4/s400/250_c_w_450_h_450.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<a href="http://ge.tt/9yqxFYK/v/0?c">SHRINES: Purity Ring</a></center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<center>
</center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
</center>
<center>
<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="394" mozallowfullscreen="mozallowfullscreen" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/10818338?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&badge=0" webkitallowfullscreen="webkitallowfullscreen" width="700"></iframe>
<a href:="http://vimeo.com/10818338" href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996"></a></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;">
WE ARE WATER: HEALTH by Eric Wareheim</span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYZj3QEM1g8/UJnJikCLF2I/AAAAAAAACFI/vA--Z1c2pbY/s1600/femail_pigs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></center>
<center>
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GcYxMoeO2k0/UJoqQmb9-GI/AAAAAAAACGU/ki88oCh0KdY/s1600/8078470414_1a80b1057e_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="291" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GcYxMoeO2k0/UJoqQmb9-GI/AAAAAAAACGU/ki88oCh0KdY/s1600/8078470414_1a80b1057e_c.jpg" width="400" /></a></center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
<center>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8jBzAKRxPU/UJolv3yBAeI/AAAAAAAACGE/O7bpuYTjEZ0/s1600/8078478927_046efc3f90_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8jBzAKRxPU/UJolv3yBAeI/AAAAAAAACGE/O7bpuYTjEZ0/s400/8078478927_046efc3f90_b.jpg" width="281" /></a>
</center>
<center>
<a href="http://cargocollective.com/emmadajska">EMMA DAJSKA</a></center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
<br />
</center>
<center>
<br />
</center>
<center>
<br />
</center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="394" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/scctp8-xYX4" width="700"></iframe> <a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=19956996">
</a> </center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;">
Sigur Rós: Fjögur píanó, film by Alma Har'el</span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://jessemclean.com/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://jessemclean.com/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jA491wiQWeg/UJmS1GNjqnI/AAAAAAAACDw/sh3QtEjI0J0/s1600/tumblr_mcxp03WHgK1qbjvsno1_1280.tiff" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>
<center>
<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="394" mozallowfullscreen="mozallowfullscreen" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/45252172?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&badge=0" webkitallowfullscreen="webkitallowfullscreen" width="700"></iframe></center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.arretetoncinema.org/leviathan/index.html">LEVIATHAN</a></span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYZj3QEM1g8/UJnJikCLF2I/AAAAAAAACFI/vA--Z1c2pbY/s1600/femail_pigs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></center>
<center>
<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYZj3QEM1g8/UJnJikCLF2I/AAAAAAAACFI/vA--Z1c2pbY/s1600/femail_pigs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></center>
<center>
<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYZj3QEM1g8/UJnJikCLF2I/AAAAAAAACFI/vA--Z1c2pbY/s1600/femail_pigs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tqH67GKbjlE/UJo_uc_54RI/AAAAAAAACGw/OG2lehCURkk/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-11-07%2Bat%2B10.57.51%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="398" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tqH67GKbjlE/UJo_uc_54RI/AAAAAAAACGw/OG2lehCURkk/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-11-07%2Bat%2B10.57.51%2BAM.png" width="400" /></a></div>
</center>
<center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gc78ssgeRrI/UJo_5qeKy8I/AAAAAAAACG8/GDZjeqGUeeA/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-11-07%2Bat%2B10.58.47%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gc78ssgeRrI/UJo_5qeKy8I/AAAAAAAACG8/GDZjeqGUeeA/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-11-07%2Bat%2B10.58.47%2BAM.png" width="400" /></a></div>
</center>
<center>
<a href="http://www.filipdujardin.be/">Filip Dujardin</a></center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXQUJFtBqOc/UJpFOtsOC-I/AAAAAAAACHM/15sIviJ-Ox8/s1600/AldoLanziniMr.EdwinMasked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXQUJFtBqOc/UJpFOtsOC-I/AAAAAAAACHM/15sIviJ-Ox8/s1600/AldoLanziniMr.EdwinMasked.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PecsZmdBB-Q/UJpFoQGApjI/AAAAAAAACHU/q7BwkoHswwM/s1600/Fantasma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PecsZmdBB-Q/UJpFoQGApjI/AAAAAAAACHU/q7BwkoHswwM/s1600/Fantasma.jpg" width="425" /></a></div>
<center>
<a href="http://www.aldolanzini.eu/intro.html">Aldo Lanzini</a></center>
<center>
<br /></center>
<center>
<br /></center>
<center>
<br /></center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
</center>
<center>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjMoWFCGrNU/UJpG_nA0MaI/AAAAAAAACHc/t0RTrfb5GL4/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-11-07+at+12.58.14+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="355" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjMoWFCGrNU/UJpG_nA0MaI/AAAAAAAACHc/t0RTrfb5GL4/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-11-07+at+12.58.14+AM.png" width="640" /></a></center>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1z4SM-NBZhg/UJpHKHz6BEI/AAAAAAAACHk/tXbqqyziS2s/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-11-07+at+12.59.42+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1z4SM-NBZhg/UJpHKHz6BEI/AAAAAAAACHk/tXbqqyziS2s/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-11-07+at+12.59.42+AM.png" width="640" /> </a></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.boudry-lorenz.de/">Paul Boudry / Renate Lorenz</a></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-StOJ-Hg9r10/UJpIWKyAJ_I/AAAAAAAACHs/-iIiOXSC-qc/s1600/16201951998.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-StOJ-Hg9r10/UJpIWKyAJ_I/AAAAAAAACHs/-iIiOXSC-qc/s1600/16201951998.jpeg" width="424" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIgN3ZGQQac/UJpIZn-ARcI/AAAAAAAACH0/JbOqdIiFskA/s1600/10941170208.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIgN3ZGQQac/UJpIZn-ARcI/AAAAAAAACH0/JbOqdIiFskA/s1600/10941170208.jpeg" width="424" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7yHMl2s61ew/UJpIdwSUaZI/AAAAAAAACH8/S40UyHklsUA/s1600/3788687828.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7yHMl2s61ew/UJpIdwSUaZI/AAAAAAAACH8/S40UyHklsUA/s1600/3788687828.jpeg" width="424" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RfmWVbCbJpA/UJpIidGJ0rI/AAAAAAAACIE/B3-ZUD-_PYQ/s1600/15575350620.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RfmWVbCbJpA/UJpIidGJ0rI/AAAAAAAACIE/B3-ZUD-_PYQ/s1600/15575350620.jpeg" width="424" /></a></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://singlechair.tumblr.com/"> SingleChair</a> </div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-biSEco6UbMU/UJpLYiP1ESI/AAAAAAAACIU/fWvsS9hjW6w/s1600/CityLamb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-biSEco6UbMU/UJpLYiP1ESI/AAAAAAAACIU/fWvsS9hjW6w/s1600/CityLamb.jpg" width="428" /></a></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.realpoetik.org/2011/02/natasha-kessler.html">CITY LAMB: Natasha Kessler</a></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com