Viewed in that context, the O’Toole Building is part of a complex historical narrative in which competing values are always jostling for attention. This is not simply a question of losing a building; it’s about masking those complexities and reducing New York history to a caricature. Ultimately, it’s a form of collective amnesia.
is the avant guard dead (was there ever one?), I guess is the question. Or maybe is the avant guard marching up the stairs to roll more monkeys around inside the spiked barrel.
Let's say one night you checked into the Edgewater Inn Motel with a 8mm movie camera, enough money to rent a pole, and just to make it more interesting -- a succulent young lady (Mnaaaah!) with a taste for the bizarre... My mind drifts back to a meeting, a chance meeting in the Chicago O'Hare Airport where the members of the Vanilla Fudge told Don Preston about a home movie they made at the Edgewater Inn with a Mud Shark. I'm gonna tell you, this dance, the Mud Shark, is sweeping the ocean!...
There's something off about the tops of the tall buildings. They go too flat or the angles are just not pleasingly dynamic enuf. Probably the white sky pushing forward or sumthin. But it's good. I like this one better. Now thats an interior! The painter shows some interest in the abstraction, unlike the last bedroon scene whch had no insight whatsoever.
John Giorno (and the painting of him) is awesome. I'm gonna post a JG poem...I am...
gossip girl was so good last nite. did u see lydia hearst? spittin image of patty but prettier. incredible! Lydia hearst might be the avante garde? I'd look into it.
JUST SAY NO TO FAMILY VALUES by John Giorno
On a day when you're walking down the street and you see a hearse with a coffin, followed by a flower car and limos, you know the day is auspicious, your plans are going to be successful; but on a day when you see a bride and groom and wedding party, watch out, be careful, it might be a bad sign.
Just say no to family values, and don't quit your day job.
Drugs are sacred substances, and some drugs are very sacred substances, please praise them for somewhat liberating the mind.
Tobacco is a sacred substance to some, and even though you've stopped smoking, show a little respect.
Alcohol is totally great, let us celebrate the glorious qualities of booze, and I had a good time being with you.
Just do it, just don't not do it, just do it.
Christian fundamentalists, and fundamentalists in general, are viruses, and they're killing us, multiplying and mutating, and they destroying us, now, you know, you got to give strong medicine to combat a virus.
Who's buying? good acid, I'm flying, slipping and sliding, slurping and slamming, I'm sinking, dipping and dripping, and squirting inside you; never fast forward a come shot; milk, milk, lemonade, round the corner where the chocolate's made; I love to see your face when you're suffering.
Do it with anybody you want, whatever you want, for as long as you want, any place, any place, when it's possible, and try to be safe; in a situation where you must abandon yourself completely beyond all concepts.
Twat throat and cigarette dew, that floor would ruin a sponge mop, she's the queen of great bliss; light in your heart, flowing up a crystal channel into your eyes and out hooking the world with compassion.
Just say no to family values.
We don't have to say No to family values, cause we never think about them; just do it, just make love and compassion.
This is St. Vincent's - not the maritime hotel, but same architect .. It all fits in neatly with her 'middle-aged' paintings. . . older subjects, threatened by middle age or in this case development. But I'm still bored, her faux-naive schoolgirl style always struck me as plain unskilled or just lazy. When will people get over her?
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I don't think Peyton is unskilled at all. What skills does she need? Her paintings look facile but they're anything but. Good painting sometimes looks best fast. Work like this (thin paint, light of ground activates light in general) leaves little room for mistakes. I saw the show online and it seems she's starting to shake her habits up a bit. She's working from live models more. Her marks seem more sensitive to weathered faces.
At least liz give u something to talk about--unlike the beds.
I dont find her work unskilled at all. Seems very skilled to me.
So here's the deal. Im old--and I look at the glitzy kiddies on gossip girl (and EPs early work)and I get all tingly and its fun. But hey, dont try this if you're young, you'll get all messed up. Thinkin you might be them. Old as I am, I know what Im doing. Heh.
The real deal is the crusty ancients like john giorno--he's ugly but radiant. Never let beauty or fame mess him up. HA. The Radiant Geezer? Hey wheres Rene to write it up?
hey - check out the hands on that first matthew barney portrait on the g.brown site.... and she cut giorno's fingers off too. Why not patronize the high school art fair for something authentic? this intentionally under-skilled style seems like a schtick that's played itself out to me anyway.
A good painting can present reality in all its vivid harshness and can put the viewer in a very specific place and time. Most artists seem satisfied with making a good painting. Judging only by the JPEG, this is probably a good painting.
But a great painting gets made by an artist who is not satisfied. Not satisfied with where they live, with how a painting should be made, with how things present themselves. Not satisfied to just look, feel, replicate, and head for the club. Great paintings get made when the artist does the distilling, refining, questioning, and making the hundreds of tough decisions necessary to make a painting more important than that day's trip to the deli. And the artist who lets up and doesn't try to make every painting a great painting is not doing their job, even though most of the time they might fail.
Satisfaction has art very narrowly defined at the moment.
The focus on depicting a form 'correctly' shouldn't be the criterion for quality if the work itself has no need for pure objectivity. Peyton doesn't care about this and she shouldn't have to. Philip Pearlstein is good in his own obsessive way, if that's what one's likes. And Peyton is playing in another pie altogether, playing for different stakes. She depicts "incorrect" hands not out of some faux-naive style. It just doesn't figure into the equation. And even if it does, it has no bearing on what makes the work relevant to, or worthy of conversation. Bonnard left many t's uncrossed, and I don't hear anyone nitpicking him for that.
Juliensky, my little rant had nothing to do with correctness of form. It's more about this being such a damn predictable painting with the same old tired point of view. The problem is not that anything is wrong with it, but that everything is so "right". Tried and true formula stuff, and nobody seems to question why ANYONE is still painting this way, 'good' as it may be.
OK I misunderstood re: "correct" form. I would say that Peyton has been formulaic for years now and didn't seem to be challenging herself enough. But I think it's starting to show up in her newer work, where, like I said before, she's painting from life, the faces are more specific to the character of the sitter, etc. Things are changing. I'm not saying she's broken the mold either though and probably has some ways to go.
I don't have a beef with painting like this or question why people paint should or shouldn't paint like this. Some paintings seem to wear problems of their own making on their surfaces more than others, or let the "wrong" show through, whatever that means. Peyton keeps her cards close and makes sure it's seamless as it can be.
But that's an inseparable part of her work's meaning. Outside of that, empathy for that meaning (taste) can justifiably stray, but it still boils down to taste.
In other words, I like it dirty mostly, but I don't mind rightness when its used correctly. And Peyton has that down. My restlessness springs from her lack of ambition in her trajectory. I'd like her to risk losing once in awhile.
I got ten forward gears, And a Georgia overdrive. I'm taking little white pills, And my eyes are open wide. I just passed a 'Jimmy' and a 'White': I've been passin' everything in sight. Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.
"Also predictably, commercial success, popular imagination, and the reactive originalities of new artists wrenched the movement from the critics’ shepherding grasp. But the impact of Rosenberg and Greenberg in their heyday was as compelling as that of tribal shamans."
Dana Shuts said recently she thought the avant guard was a good idea in school but that she didn't see one, and I was all, no way, how can you say that when you are hanging in the collection of MOMA? I mean they probably disagree with you? And then Nowzkowski was all, institutions are like big bullshit generators when it comes to packaging movements, and I was like, no way really? You think that? And hes old and shit. But ask them yourself if you don't believe me.
This curator wanted to start a conversation about the ways ideology is embodied in painting but they were selling for far too much to get involved in something that has nothing to do with their work.
I expect E Payton is on board with that, though I wish she'd hurry over to the aw shucks boat before they lower it below the rail.
Liz is ditching the Fan Art bit, not before time. But did you ever see her stuff before you went Fan Art and Hockney Retread? She was like gutsy little Ab deal with shows and that. Reviews.
Getting on board with cityscape is going to be hard when you've been trading in knowing ditz for ten years of whatever, but she got the connections, right?
Yeah she can colonize the piers but the natives might shoot back. Or not, might be too busy growing donkey ears. That's bohemia for ya. Or maybe that's just my mytho-poetic way of looking at it. My god the pathos fairly sucks the wind out of my sails.
Like you could make a skull, no one owns skulls, not since the anamorphic one back in the day. That was the touchstone, I think.
Or maybe the crystal one (a fake?) from South America. I used to read about that growing up, that and frogs falling from the sky. It happens.
I just couldnt paint myself into the conceptual corner like that "poetic exitentialism" or "knowing fandom" - that's a thin conceit and a thinner plank.
Nope better to jump genres and tropes at will like a billy goat.
back to hunting the pied piper - I am liscenced to kill.
I want to live alone in the desert I want to be like Georgia O'Keefe I want to live on the Upper East Side And never go down in the street Splendid Isolation I don't need no one Splendid Isolation Michael Jackson in Disneyland Don't have to share it with nobody else Lock the gates, Goofy, take my hand And lead me through the World of Self Splendid Isolation I don't need no one Splendid Isolation Don't want to wake up with no one beside me Don't want to take up with nobody new Don't want nobody coming by without calling first Don't want nothing to do with you I'm putting tinfoil up on the windows Lying down in the dark to dream I don't want to see their faces I don't want to hear them scream Splendid Isolation I don't need no one Splendid Isolation Splendid Isolation I don't need no one Splendid Isolation
Out here in world, it is in the thoughts that you can find it.
By the time it has become an object, it is too late to be avant-garde. And an object should take time to be made. Paradox number one.
I think shit that doesn't understand itself is avant-garde.
As a term it can be used by institutions and other punks to galvanize the crowd.
There's nothing wrong with that, and it's a fact of time only. Blame time.
Blame the time it takes to think something as opposed to being able to do it. It's called mode lag. Act delay. (the future will shorten this)
Avant-garde does not deal in terms of maturity - coz it scarcely knows itself. It just gets charged by current. Vital and ongoing process, that one.
Can't expect Liz to be there, maybe she was once, vaguely, but know she plays the mature card, and even though it's a shade early, so does Dana.
I like mature work, as much as I like avant-garde. I'm patient enough to wait on artists as they move from one to the next, and that's where we are here with this one.
The passage of time conjures the tripartite collision of each of it's factions.
We can call this... nothing. It is a spiritual negotiation, not to be found the same way for any neocyberpunk or wrinkle-smiler...
It's a shame that most painters are fairly responsible people these days, and can see past the futility of self-sacrifice. In the end, let's take Liz for example here, if she were not concerned with anything in the material world, most importantly family, she might be able to take some huge risks. It would ultimately lead to her destruction, and eventual rebirth.
If you're gonna throw a safe seat for a future that isn't here yet don't expect anyone except for the unborn to be able to understand what you're saying.
So it's better to leave Liz to grow old, and find the AG in something else.
Yet Peyton’s lavender, lilac, and crimson love letters to the age of innocence are finally reflecting the age of experience. Her deft brushwork and starry-eyed doting are still in evidence, but her color has darkened and her gaze is less moony.
Actually this one was really the exception to the rest of the show, which were the usual thin celeb portraits and a couple of flower studies. So, John Marin rest easy.
Yeah, living life to the full!
I think the avant-garde is something for art historian’s of the future to decide. Right now like you say you go on gut instinct and a kick in the teeth from unexpected quarters, with a song in their hearts and a smile on their lips. I’ve never tried to be avant-garde because it seemed so academic, right off. Like the artists were already thinking of themselves in history books or museums, without the inconvenience of the meet and greet preamble.
I think they make the mistake of believing everything they read.
And it’s not always the privilege of youth, but I think you probably have to be kind of desperate or extremely dissatisfied with the state of things. So starting out, you have a head start really. But I don’t mean peevishly bitchy little twerps in art school who find out they can’t do jack without someone noticing it’s already being done way better and so decide dumping on everything else will kind of compensate. No I’m talking about people who REALLY have no place else to go. That REALLY don’t belong. That comes through.
Culturally
When they start making up new signposts, I think that’s probably as close as I’d come to defining ‘A-G’.
right on, AG is a term that can only be applied in a historical perspective - it confuses a lot of people that way. Although it refers to work from the cutting edge of 'a present', the trick is that it doesn't mean 'the' present.
Whatever it is bubbling out now won't be known until then, keeping the tension nicely. Tune in for more "next time, Gadget". Been dosing on Superflat too much.
One is bored when the mind is forced back upon itself, the condition of children who have “nothing to do”, or when it is trapped in a situation which it is powerless to affect. Art inspired by the aesthetics of boredom is evidence of how widely prevalent is the disruption between the “I” and things in contemporary mass society. Boring art is the mirror of the repetitiveness, unexpressiveness, abstractness, and obsession with detail of daily life. The “message” of this art – and since it is devoid of pleasure, it is in all instances an art with a message – lies in urging its own rejection as a first step in the development of a free individual sensibility. (pp. 123 – 124)
Opposing the system from within the system is avant garde. So like Nozkowski if you bypass the system by painting small or whatever, you are not avant. Graffitti is always avant. I thought Doug Aitkins big video on the MOMA was pretty avant
I used to like it when Devo finally got popular and they would mock the frat boy/sorority girl audience, and the audience would just eat it up and love it cuz they were so stupid they didnt get that they were being mocked. That was beautiful.
Fan art is always femmy and lowbrow. So dont knock it unless youve been there (put on the dress--and I'm not talking fashion--just get off yr high horse dudes) kurt cobain did it-you can do it too
artistic risk - freedom from control -- how do you get there anyway? Is it such a wrong thing to invent with the characters that the culture hands you. I mean the chaRACTERS ARE LOWBROW--THE PEOPLES CHOICE --bowie et al. That's what kids do.
Barney and Giorno? Not popular in the mass culture. NY, NY? Finding your way--artist guides?
or some shit right? Why are you braking this down into some kind of dominance display? my Rosenberg quote trumps that essentialist shit by a factor of like three thousand.
I got a shirt sent to me with "Goldman Sachs" screened on it in pale green/yellow. A bit fem for me. Want to trade?
This was before Bear Sterns subprime ninja loan hedge fund buyout dealio, but after the S&L, junk bond, corporate raider wall street boiler room barbarians at the gate eighties.
If you want it ill send it to you. First come first serve.
For those of you interested, a video tour of the Elizabeth Payton show is available here: http://blip.tv/file/864969 It’s part of a double feature so you can fast forward past the Walter Robinson show and interview, thanks JK
Everyone knows Walter is way ahead. That's why he gets to doze off! Lucky guy! What interests me here is the preparing of the support. What's it done with, anyone know? And is that a taillight on the left side. i like the taillight on the left side. Gives the image this movement, as does the Tatlin Tilt. That's what gives the image dynamic! And the head in the bottom corner. That's there because... there is no frickin' fan in the painting. You guys keep talking about Fans and I am looking -- for the oriental type -- not there. Had a bright idea and started hunting for the electrical type--not there. Not even one of those little car ones, you know!
Avant garde was a particular period in history, a series of events that coincided with a series of events.
We don't have those now. One refrains from the thought. Of having them. Simply.
Anyway, the support, love it, how the image slips off, kinda. This painting is about all things modern. History, and the contemporary, as a hand held snapshot, lavishly gilded, unframed.
the avant garde is the first into battle, historically. and it is an ongoing phenomena. it's like modernism, the word, it got stolen and applied... as if something can't be modern anymore. now it's contemporary. continuing like this and soon the words will be all dried up. so they have to stay free to mean what they mean without historical precedent. therefore avant garde can apply to now, and tomorrow, as a term.
no rush i'm far from misogyny ya know. wish i knew the word for it's opposite, sometimes that'd be more appropriate.
Thanks, cap, at least I've located the fan. But the watercolor paper doesn't fit I think. Some kind of gesso that has some bond or resin in there so it doesn't get brittle... check this one on site @ GB Flowers & Diaghilev, 2008 oil on linen over board 13 x 9 inches. And webthing right what would we do without a front line? 'Leave your comment' box here is small. prob. latest OS you can do what you are doing. That means your intitution is well funded. You are lucky!
con’phone regarding the grounds, all the paintings are on wood maybe ply or (gasp) particle composite. Looks like a thick coat of gesso is squeegeed on with glops hanging over the edges, half an inch, like muffin-tops, several coats with lots of sanding to leave a surface polished like hot pressed illustration board. This piece is tiny, ¾ the size of a paperback.
Oh yeah, as Hilton Kramer said years ago, The avant-garde died. It was buried alive under a mountain of money. JK
I need a very good painter to help with the east side of my house. Must be willing to climb a 28-foot ladder. Some risk involved. Gender doesn't matter. :-)
webthing--i would not usually peg u as a sexist except this really pissed me off--> "It's a shame that most painters are fairly responsible people these days, and can see past the futility of self-sacrifice. In the end, let's take Liz for example here, if she were not concerned with anything in the material world, most importantly family, she might be able to take some huge risks. It would ultimately lead to her destruction, and eventual rebirth."
Where in the hell do you see her concerned with family?
As I said anyway love is risk and love takes care and I have no Idea what zips videos were about.
a "free individual sensibility" is no longer an option as u have pointed out at least 3000 times. so why piss on the poor artist who is dealing with it?
there is pleasure in style btw. have you had the pleasure of destruction and rebirth? i have. it doesnt change a thing.
oh yeah Im trumping and krumpin did you like my dominance display on the nowzkowsi? I pretty much shit in the waterhole I guess. Not that anyone was saying anything interesting. Or maybe I just didnt hear it.
oops. Cant control it you know? I must be obsessed and irrational, probably a brain chemical thing. Weird.
payton is domestic yearning in the sense that shes now painting things closer to home - her environment, and of course the building in this picture is in danger. The city is in flux (I am the first person to notice this), and now identity as geography. Sense of place. Nostalgia. Deputized socialites.
I'd be excited but I've seen plenty of pictures of the urban landcape with these very concerns. Maybe thye dont have that je ne sais quoi or are lacking in a certain knowing self awareness (even when the artist thinks they are ironic - isnt that funny, jokes on them).
Point being im not so concerned/interested/electrified/enchanted/mystified/ in this case with what she is saying (if anything) than how she is saying it.
If you paint on panel with a piece of cloth glued to the board the cloth will act as an armature much the way rebar in concrete or cloth in plaster will act - as an armature.
And the marble dust or chalk or whatever in your gesso is a sort of truth to materials metaphorical meaning thing when it comes to landscapes isn't it?
On another note, it's always funny to see some straight dude dressed up in hillfigger couture. Not that I see that very often, but look it up.
obsessed and irrational. that's what kelli said about me. then she acted like it must be cool to be like that other than so rational and in control like she was. yeah right what a tool.
im a lover and a fighter
strait dudes in cool clothes do not look like yr jpeg. ill have to get some for you. later, i'm busy
no rush sorry but you're projecting shit on to the fan, and it's not what i meant i can assure you.
i was thinking of rothko going mad and going suicide, when i was thinking about painters taking risks. most people who don't suicide do so because of a consideration for their family, whatever that is to them. your ma. the guy in the fruitshop. etc. it had nothing to do with gender and probably nothing to do with peyton to be honest. just a general statement on painters not being as insane and close to the brink of destruction and madness as they might once have been, coz as JK mentions, the avant-garde went under the cash and pop. I'm not talking about stylistic risks, but risks to mental health, madness insanity etc. And when i said rebirth i meant the old idea of painter as martyr has rebirth after their own destruction in their work. You were reading it as a female and family and all that but it's totally not what i meant, sorry for the confusion. Gender is something i don't make many judgements upon coz it's a very hazy line in some if not most people.
This forum is worthwhile when the conversation stays on topic. notice how the Caroline Walker comments stayed with the subject for the most part? Posts, like fish, start to go bad after 3 days.
hey now hey now. Dont dream its over no no no its not over there over there, Johnny Got His Gun was like the movie based on a book that like inspired Metallica to like write their song ONE about a qudripelegic with no hearing, sight or speech. A human lump.
I was on the subway and someone had cut an eye from another poster and put it as the the eye on a lady in the new get smart movie, which I would not have noticed if it hadn't been for the third eye. SO these girsl come by and look at it and say stuff like "that's weird" and then they took it off and put it on a tile, which was weirder, to me. The wall has eyes.
I think they were responding to the inherent mysogyny of placing an eye on a forehead and their unease with the patent incongruity.
It could be an insult done like that, rather than with a silver pen and black marker. Are my semiotics too subtle?
the following phrase is known as what kind of argument in phiolophical circles:
Let me tell you waht I mean; I mean what i tell you.
a painter is a painter. gender is not a great place to start, or finish. at least not for me, never has been. any insinuation otherwise is regrettably misunderstood. to assume you know my gender, but do you? in reality stereotypes can never be fully formed. masculinity and femininity are present in everybody at different moments. the truth is not androgynous. but it's not x or y either...
Yeah Im paranoid and I see misogyny everywhere. Homophobia too. Never mind that it is everywhere. Close all your your eyes Maxwell Smart. Paranoia is the ability to connect things that are not usually connected. Hmm where have I heard that before.
Theres a soft voice and a loud voice out ther. Which one do you hear first?
I guess Im talking about anti-fem anyway. I'm not too good with words. It doesnt have much to do with your actual genetalia and what you do with it. It's cultural.
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,' though in truth we were at sea so I took her by the looking glass and forced her to agree saying, 'You must be the mermaid who took Neptune for a ride.' But she smiled at me so sadly that my anger straightway died
i went to turkey once expecting them to hate greeks and found them all eating together and having discreet friendships across the border...
the popular attitude of anything, anywhere has generally always been shortsighted and intolerant, but in a way it also provides conditions for meaning and value in some weird way, so long as nobody is getting burned by the flame.
yeah it's shit. i know. but if i think back a few decades it must be slowly improving (not among power structures but among people)?
no rush you might feel like the only person who knows what it's like to see the real misogyny at the heart of everything. i wish i could tell you that it isn't. but i can't. i see it too, around but not everywhere. What about Misandry, is that beneath it all as well. I dunno. The two are just a see-saw in the end, there's definitely a large space between the polarity. I know what you're saying, now i'm thinking about Pandora. You have a point... i can't help but see the irony of being judged and stereotyped in such a way. i'd take it all back if time were not my enemy. So I guess Peyton sometimes gets reduced to girly type painting, which may be what you're against or what you thought I was pinning her with, though it's similar to when Currin gets hit with the wankboy thing. Is everything so subliminal? Probably. Peyton nailed a strange and gigantic part of contemporary culture once upon a time. When i said WAN, GOSSAMER and RAW i meant the culture she was critiquing, not the painter herself. I should just have backed down ages ago huh... stupid webthing...
But a few commentators (e.g., Canfield 2001 pp. 377-9, Stroud p. 69) have questioned the very existence in the relevant passages of a unified structure properly identifiable as a sustained argument. Although this claim depends for its plausibility on a tendentiously narrow notion of argument — roughly, as a kind of proof, with identifiable premisses and a firm conclusion, rather than the more general sense which would include the exposure of a confusion through a variety of reasoned twists and turns, of qualifications, weighings-up and re-thinkings — and is a reaction against some drastic and artificial reconstructions of the text by earlier writers, there is a point to be made, and this summary conceals, as we shall see, a very intricate discussion.
On Saturdays and Tuesdays many people keep fast in honour of Hanuman and give special offerings to him. In times of trouble, it is a common faith among Hindus to chant the name of Hanuman or sing his hymn ("Hanuman Chalisa") and proclaim "Bajrangbali Ki Jai" — "victory to thy thunderbolt strength". Once every year — on the full-moon day of Chaitra (April) at sunrise — "Hanuman Jayanti" is celebrated to commemorate the birth of Hanuman. Hanuman temples are among the most common public shrines found in India.
Hanuman was mischievous in his childhood, and sometimes teased the meditating sages in the forests by snatching their personal belongings and by disturbing their well-arranged articles of worship. Finding his antics unbearable, but realising that Hanuman was but a child, (albeit invincible), the sages placed a mild curse on him. By this curse Hanuman forgot his own prowess, and recollected it only when others reminded him about it.
Everywhere in the modern world there is neglect, the need to be recognized, which is not satisfied. Art is a way of recognizing oneself, which is why it will always be modern.
— Louise Bourgeois
Art doesn't die, it just changes tables. Like a hostess in a dancing club, art moves from one society formation to another. Yesterday and still largely today, Art sits with the Academics. Tomorrow will be dancing with Artificial web entities and kids who draw flash animations.
— Miltos Manetas
"For me painting is a means through which I find expression of life's joy and fulfillment, and I believe art, more than merely being a means of expression itself, also serves as a medium to help us to make peace with our lives through positive and enthusiastic sentiments and regard for the brighter aspects of our existence, escaping from protest, cynicism and selfishness.".
— Patricia Govezensky
When I've painted a woman's bottom so that I want to touch it, then the painting is finished.
“Feeling that a style is natural and inevitable,” wrote Guy Davenport in his The Geography of the Imagination, “is like being among people with whom we share tradition and prejudices.” The sentence is allegedly about what literary style is like, but ends up, in the Davenportean way, being equally a thumbnail of how human societies make themselves at home, though unthinking inheritances of behavior and thought. “Style can therefore be invisible,” Davenport continues, “blending with our ignorance.” That is to say: if as readers we find ourselves at home in a style, we are less likely to find ourselves able to question the choices the writer has made. Such choices are coherent to us readers, in the way a dialect would be comprehensible to a particular group of natives.
Painting is life. It's complicated. One of the ways to make it less so is to pull the life out of it, as one would do with a mule's tail. Another way would be to pull the complicated out of it, as, say, you would with a ... dog's tail. Here, you never know what to expect! Painting life!
Life was desperate in rural Holland. As far as he could remember, the poor little dutch boy could remember nothing but hardships. Food was scarce, his father was abusive, and there was nothing to do after school but chores. Every day was another hardship. The boy loved to dive from the windmill into the canal, but his father hated to find that he had skipped out on his chores. Whenever he returned, his father would beat him. However, if he didn't skip out, his fater would find a reason to beat him anyhow. Life was nothing but hardships, except for the secret escapes to practice diving from the windmill.
Eventually the boy, now in his late teens, heard of a great contest in far-away Atlanta. The best divers in the world, along with the best of everything else would meet to decide who was REALLY the best. It would be the perfect escape from the hardships of his mundane life.
He runs away from home, sneaks aboard a freighter in Rotterdam and waits. No good. Of course, he is discovered. Beaten by the crew, bloody, he is sent home to his unimpressed father, who finds new hardships for him to endure.
A better storyteller than I could tell you of his next four or five attempts to get to the Atlanta games, each of which failed, yielding nothing but ever more painful hardships. The poor little dutch boy stoicly endured each of them, perservering and enduring.
Eventually, he stows away in a cruise liner heading for the USA. He isn't found until four days out at sea. The captain has the discretion of calling for a chopper to take him back to the Netherlands, or to let him continue the trip and let immigration in Atlanta deal with the problem. The captain listens to the boy describing how he's been doing difficult dives all his life, and how demonstrating the perfection he's developed to the rest of the world in Atlanta is his only chance to escape from the hardships of his normal life.
The captain decides to let the boy demonstrate his abilities. If the boy can execute a perfect dive from the top of the radar mast, he can continue to the Olympics. So, the radar is turned off, and the boy climbs the hundred feet to the top of the radar mast. He looks down.
He has never dived from a ship before. The gentle sway of the ship is magnified by the height of the radar mast. He didn't expect this. looking down, he sees ... pool, deck, sea, deck, pool, deck, sea, deck, pool... he jumps! ... and misses! He crashes right THROUGH the deck! Everyone runs for the stairs to see if he's OK. There's a splintered hole in the B deck. Even the metal decks of the C, D, and E decks have been burst. They find the crumpled body crumpled against the very hull itself, and even that is dented.
Everyone is astonished when he sits up, dazed, but apparently unhurt. The captain, horrified and apologetic, rushes forward. "My goodness! I never should have asked you to try that! Are you OK? " The boy shakes his head and answers:
"That's OK. I'm used to it. I've been through many HARD SHIPS before."
Oh those witnesses are there for a reason. She’s careful that way.
What’s in store then, in that light? Guess this is really a red light district for gender subversion and role confusion, down there on W 111th within bombing distance of the Annette O’Toole Tower of Love.
There is this guy who lost an eye in a fight. He looks like a freak without it and goes to a doctor who recommends a glass replacement. The guy cannot afford one so the doctor fits one made one out of wood which is cheaper. However, he becomes really self conscious about it and becomes a bit of a recluse. One day a friend gets him out to a bar. He sees everyone dancing and wants to join in. He sees a chick with a hunchback standing around and thinks "Well, no one else is asking her to dance and she is worse off than me so I'll ask." He goes up to her and says, "Want to dance?" She looks really excited and says, "Would I!" The guy says "Wood eye! Wood eye! Well fu*k you, hunchback!"
Pedaled past here last week, there are a lot of ambulances that congregate right there at the corner. I think it’s the taillight of an emergency rescue vehicle.
please dont tell me u havent fucked things up by not trusting someone. the artist must prove themselves--as we all must--earn your trust
anyway, i thought that altho liz is taking on the subject matter of style, she was doing it with an antisocial style--which gave it a nice tension. that's what ive liked about her in the past.
the grittier demimonde seems of interest. I have to admit, i like the subjects better than what she's done with them.
The still lifes are really good. Symbol and style.
In death, you face life with a child and a wife Who sleep-walks through your dreams into walls. You're a soldier of mercy, you're cold and you curse, "He who cannot be trusted must fall."
Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety. You fight for the throne and you travel alone Unknown as you slowly sink And there's no time to think.
In the Federal City you been blown and shown pity, In secret, for pieces of change. The empress attracts you but oppression distracts you And it makes you feel violent and strange.
Memory, ecstasy, tyranny, hypocrisy Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss In the valley of the missing link And you have no time to think.
Judges will haunt you, the country priestess will want you Her worst is better than best. I've seen all these decoys through a set of deep turquoise eyes And I feel so depressed.
China doll, alcohol, duality, mortality. Mercury rules you and destiny fools you Like the plague, with a dangerous wink And there's no time to think.
Your conscience betrayed you when some tyrant waylaid you Where the lion lies down with the lamb. I'd have paid off the traitor and killed him much later But that's just the way that I am.
Paradise, sacrifice, mortality, reality. But the magician is quicker and his game Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink And there's no time to think.
Anger and jealousy's all that he sells us, He's content when you're under his thumb. Madmen oppose him, but your kindness throws him To survive it you play deaf and dumb.
Equality, liberty, humility, simplicity. You glance through the mirror and there's eyes staring clear At the back of your head as you drink And there's no time to think.
Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow Will offer their heads for a prayer. You can't find no salvation, you have no expectations Anytime, anyplace, anywhere.
Mercury, gravity, nobility, humility. You know you can't keep her and the water gets deeper That is leading you onto the brink But there's no time to think.
You've murdered your vanity, buried your sanity For pleasure you must now resist. Lovers obey you but they cannot sway you They're not even sure you exist.
Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism. Fools making laws for the breaking of jaws And the sound of the keys as they clink But there's no time to think.
The bridge that you travel on goes to the Babylon girl With the rose in her hair. Starlight in the East and you're finally released You're stranded but with nothing to share.
Loyalty, unity, epitome, rigidity. You turn around for one real last glimpse of Camille 'Neath the moon shinin' bloody and pink And there's no time to think.
Bullets can harm you and death can disarm you But no, you will not be deceived. Stripped of all virtue as you crawl through the dirt, You can give but you cannot receive.
No time to choose when the truth must die, No time to lose or say goodbye, No time to prepare for the victim that's there, No time to suffer or blink And no time to think.
how bout y'all jump on webthings' back, let him carry you safely through the abyss. you can band up in distrust, pull out your sharpest knives of taught lyricism (or mostly that of others), vent all bitten and righteous woes on his back as we go. scratch them in deep and twisting, as you wish, the scars will be prized. there is always enough tenderness to not be slain in the act. in the morning he'll put you down safely to rest in a place where small meanings are struck and walk off kindly humming a Schwanengesang to the beat of no judgements' pulse, just the same.
So draw your daggers! I'll sit down and accept them all and stand up when you're done, i'll even give you a hug.
Is this funny or what?
In the meantime, a recent book some of you might find interesting is hear..
As I said earlier I see Liz in a state of transition that is at present unclear. Whether to read this piece as a standalone or in context is the always begged.
I am speaking of a dialectics that seeks a world outside of cultural confinement. Also, I am not interested in art works that suggest "process" within the metaphysical limits of the neutral room. There is no freedom in that kind of behavioral game playing. The artist acting like a B.F. Skinner rat doing his "tough" little tricks is something to be avoided. Confined process is no process at all. It would be better to disclose the confinement rather than make illusions of freedom.
But you're lying if you dont reference the conditions. Even though all art is LIE ANYWAY. I've always felt that it was OK to lie, in art, if you acknowledge the lie. So you must lie and you must acknowledge your lies. Then yer free. How rich are you people anyway?
Our most valuable asset is our skin, which the Japanese invested their time and money in measuring. The method the Imperial State Institute for Nutrition at Tokyo developed for measuring the amount of a person's skin is to take a naked person, and to apply a strong, thin paper to every surface of his body. After the paper dries, they carefully remove it, cut it into small pieces, and painstakingly total the person's measurements. Cut and dried, the average person is the proud owner of fourteen to eighteen square feet of skin, with the variables in this figure being height, weight, and breast size. Basing the skin's value on the selling price of cowhide, which is approximately $.25 per square foot, the value of an average person's skin is about $3.50
“But the monkeys’ brains adjusted. They were licking the marshmallow off the prosthetic gripper, pushing food into their mouth, as if it were their own hand.”
Upon hearing about the changes being made to the movie, dedicated Star Wars fans united and started an internet campaign where fans rebel against the plot changes and demand that the original version that includes the cancer storyline be released in theaters.
Laws concerning molten gods, peace-offerings, scraps of the harvest, fraud, the deaf, blind, elderly, and poor, poisoning the well, hate, sex with slaves, self harm, shaving, prostitution, sabbaths, sorcery, familiars, strangers, and just weights and measure
True, but how can an information-seeker know what to look for if he or she does not know that the Bill of Rights exists? There is no point-and-click formula for accumulating a body of knowledge needed to make sense of isolated facts; By the way, hurricane season begins Sunday.
Almost anything that can be praised or advocated has been put to some disgusting use. There is no principle, however immaculate, that has not had its compromising manipulator.
Tomorrow’s Noosa Festival of Water at Lake Macdonald in Cooroy is just one event cancelled this weekend due to the deluge;"Hanging judge" is an unofficial term for a judge who has gained renown for handing out sentences of death by hanging or perhaps other harsh sentences. While the term is not necessarily negative, it is used to demonstrate a desire for quick, firm justice. A "hanging judge" may be legally mandated, or may not be, in which case he may be presiding over lynchings.
Now, will every single microscopic atom stay on the test site?" he continued. "No, you can't do that. But the bulk of the dust will remain on the test site
in the absence of esteem there is played the game of the week, condemned under rap clause IX 'just another victim, kid' is unjust. keep growing and reconnect to love, or press X to continue playing. Where auto means 'self', grand theft under-rides.
Electronic books have been available since 1968 and have gained broader attention at least since 2000, when Stephen King sold 600,000 copies of “Riding the Bullet,” an electronic-only thriller, in two days. Now, however, “we’re finally at the tipping point,” Ms. Reidy said.
Someone who is less than fully aware, but more than blindly ignorant, may encounter some sort of symbolic image which embodies the course of events their subconscious is trying to make them anticipate. Such an encounter may enhance the person's understanding, or in some other way make it easier for them to understand and accept the probability of unfolding events in their life. Subjectively, the person will have felt they had no previous intuition of events unfolding as the "sign" indicated. Should events then unfold accordingly, the person may be predisposed to believe in omens.
Whats the relationship between the fan and the star anyway? D. is reading Anais Nin's diaries so I picked it up for a look (I read it a long time ago) All along, Anais was referencing and quoting the famous and the demimonde in her own personal diaries, especially the later ones. She also used them to aggrandize herself, quoting things they said to her, praise they gave her. Going out to the Cedar Bar with kerouac, etc. Then she analyzes them too. Judges them.
Isnt that waht EP is doing too. Trying to grab the luster, the mojo. To become someone. It goes both ways? Becoming, becoming. Saying the name of god.
One goofball online theory is the "cash-out-then-lose" scenario. Despite the basic concept being preposterous (why would a site cause you to lose after you have taken most of your money away?) parroting this nonsense simply betrays a lack of understanding of fundamentals of the game -- especially those involving weaker players. Many of these weak players tend to cash out after they hit a rush, so when they "regress to the mean" how can they be surprised? If a person is a break even player (or worse), and they start with $400, and they withdraw $600 after they go on a rush, well... to be a breakeven player they need to lose everything they have left to break as close to even as they can.
Besides "regressing to the mean", many players end up playing scared money after they cash out. They try to play $5/10 on a $300 bankroll. If you keep cashing out any amount over $300, you will lose the $300 at some point. You must. Poker is a game of fluctuations. Even the best winning player will have major negative fluctuations.
But we aren't even talking about the best here. Even those players who fixate on booking winning sessions only win about 75% of the time. So now a person cashes out and what happens next... having a losing session for even the best players should be common.
But when it comes to mediocre, breakeven players, they should expect to lose half the time or so after they cash out, like they lose half or so of the time in any case. Now, how odd is it for this person to lose *two* times in a row (eating into their artificially small bankroll)? The answer is, it isn't odd at all for a person who wins 50% of their sessions to have two or three losing sessions in a row, and just after they had one or more winning sessions to boot. If you cash out, the next session that you play you will either win or lose. Why does it surprise people when they lose? Basically, some people complain that they had a good session before they have a bad session!
That is the way poker works. Fortunately many players can't deal with it. So if you track your online opponents, consider tracking when they win two days in a row, and look to go after them the following day -- when they may be playing on a short bankroll, obsessing about the black helicopters of a cashout curse. Watch the chat for comments involving cashouts. Give a person who likes making excuses an excuse for making a new excuse.
The bean machine, also known as the quincunx or Galton box, is a device invented by Sir Francis Galton to demonstrate the law of error and the normal distribution.
The machine consists of a vertical board with interleaved rows of pins. Balls are dropped from the top, and bounce left and right as they hit the pins. Eventually, they are collected into one-ball-wide bins at the bottom. The height of ball columns in the bins approximates a bell curve.
Overlaying Pascal's triangle onto the pins shows the number of different paths that can be taken to get to each pin.
Having partially developed inside caterpillars, the larvae of the wasps manipulate their hosts into watching over them as a mother or bodyguard might; a kind of tsunami that comes over you and overwhelms you and kind of ravishes you and makes you—brings you—into the world.
To put the performance of the machine in perspective, Thomas P. D’Agostino, the administrator of the National Nuclear Security Administration, said that if all six billion people on earth used hand calculators and performed calculations 24 hours a day and seven days a week, it would take them 46 years to do what the Roadrunner can in one day. one two three four five six Roadrunner, roadrunner Going faster miles an hour Gonna drive past the Stop 'n' Shop With the radio on
I'm in love with Massachusetts And the neon when it's cold outside And the highway when it's late at night Got the radio on I'm like the roadrunner
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Please stay on topic of the work posted. Thanks
Thats the O'Toole Building in NYC.
Peter O'Toole.
Viewed in that context, the O’Toole Building is part of a complex historical narrative in which competing values are always jostling for attention. This is not simply a question of losing a building; it’s about masking those complexities and reducing New York history to a caricature. Ultimately, it’s a form of collective amnesia.
is the avant guard dead (was there ever one?), I guess is the question. Or maybe is the avant guard marching up the stairs to roll more monkeys around inside the spiked barrel.
This blog seems to have had a makeover.
What happened to the archive listing for 2008?
Let's say one night you checked into the
Edgewater Inn Motel with a 8mm movie camera, enough money to rent a
pole, and just to make it more interesting -- a succulent young lady
(Mnaaaah!) with a taste for the bizarre... My mind drifts back to a
meeting, a chance meeting in the Chicago O'Hare Airport where the
members of the Vanilla Fudge told Don Preston about a home movie
they made at the Edgewater Inn with a Mud Shark. I'm gonna tell you,
this dance, the Mud Shark, is sweeping the ocean!...
There's something off about the tops of the tall buildings. They go too flat or the angles are just not pleasingly dynamic enuf. Probably the white sky pushing forward or sumthin. But it's good.
I like this one better. Now thats an interior! The painter shows some interest in the abstraction, unlike the last bedroon scene whch had no insight whatsoever.
John Giorno (and the painting of him) is awesome. I'm gonna post a JG poem...I am...
gossip girl was so good last nite. did u see lydia hearst? spittin image of patty but prettier. incredible! Lydia hearst might be the avante garde? I'd look into it.
JUST SAY NO TO FAMILY VALUES
by John Giorno
On a day when
you're walking
down the street
and you see
a hearse
with a coffin,
followed by
a flower car
and limos,
you know the day
is auspicious,
your plans are going to be
successful;
but on a day when
you see a bride and groom
and wedding party,
watch out,
be careful,
it might be a bad sign.
Just say no
to family values,
and don't quit
your day job.
Drugs
are sacred
substances,
and some drugs
are very sacred substances,
please praise them
for somewhat liberating
the mind.
Tobacco
is a sacred substance
to some,
and even though you've
stopped smoking,
show a little respect.
Alcohol
is totally great,
let us celebrate
the glorious qualities
of booze,
and I had
a good time
being with you.
Just
do it,
just don't
not do it,
just do it.
Christian
fundamentalists,
and fundamentalists
in general,
are viruses,
and they're killing us,
multiplying
and mutating,
and they destroying us,
now, you know,
you got to give
strong medicine
to combat
a virus.
Who's buying?
good acid,
I'm flying,
slipping
and sliding,
slurping
and slamming,
I'm sinking,
dipping
and dripping,
and squirting
inside you;
never
fast forward
a come shot;
milk, milk,
lemonade,
round the corner
where the chocolate's made;
I love to see
your face
when you're suffering.
Do it
with anybody
you want,
whatever
you want,
for as long as you want,
any place,
any place,
when it's possible,
and try to be
safe;
in a situation where
you must abandon
yourself
completely
beyond all concepts.
Twat throat
and cigarette dew,
that floor
would ruin
a sponge mop,
she's the queen
of great bliss;
light
in your heart,
flowing up
a crystal channel
into your eyes
and out
hooking
the world
with compassion.
Just
say
no
to family
values.
We don't have to say No
to family values,
cause we never
think about them;
just
do it,
just make
love
and compassion.
This is St. Vincent's - not the maritime hotel, but same architect .. It all fits in neatly with her 'middle-aged' paintings. . . older subjects, threatened by middle age or in this case development. But I'm still bored, her faux-naive schoolgirl style always struck me as plain unskilled or just lazy. When will people get over her?
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I don't think Peyton is unskilled at all. What skills does she need? Her paintings look facile but they're anything but. Good painting sometimes looks best fast. Work like this (thin paint, light of ground activates light in general) leaves little room for mistakes.
I saw the show online and it seems she's starting to shake her habits up a bit. She's working from live models more. Her marks seem more sensitive to weathered faces.
At least liz give u something to talk about--unlike the beds.
I dont find her work unskilled at all. Seems very skilled to me.
So here's the deal. Im old--and I look at the glitzy kiddies on gossip girl (and EPs early work)and I get all tingly and its fun. But hey, dont try this if you're young, you'll get all messed up. Thinkin you might be them. Old as I am, I know what Im doing. Heh.
The real deal is the crusty ancients like john giorno--he's ugly but radiant. Never let beauty or fame mess him up. HA. The Radiant Geezer? Hey wheres Rene to write it up?
Young or old, avante garde, perhaps more to the point
hey - check out the hands on that first matthew barney portrait on the g.brown site.... and she cut giorno's fingers off too.
Why not patronize the high school art fair for something authentic?
this intentionally under-skilled style seems like a schtick that's played itself out to me anyway.
A good painting can present reality in all its vivid harshness and can put the viewer in a very specific place and time. Most artists seem satisfied with making a good painting. Judging only by the JPEG, this is probably a good painting.
But a great painting gets made by an artist who is not satisfied. Not satisfied with where they live, with how a painting should be made, with how things present themselves. Not satisfied to just look, feel, replicate, and head for the club. Great paintings get made when the artist does the distilling, refining, questioning, and making the hundreds of tough decisions necessary to make a painting more important than that day's trip to the deli. And the artist who lets up and doesn't try to make every painting a great painting is not doing their job, even though most of the time they might fail.
Satisfaction has art very narrowly defined at the moment.
The focus on depicting a form 'correctly' shouldn't be the criterion for quality if the work itself has no need for pure objectivity. Peyton doesn't care about this and she shouldn't have to.
Philip Pearlstein is good in his own obsessive way, if that's what one's likes. And Peyton is playing in another pie altogether, playing for different stakes. She depicts "incorrect" hands not out of some faux-naive style. It just doesn't figure into the equation. And even if it does, it has no bearing on what makes the work relevant to, or worthy of conversation. Bonnard left many t's uncrossed, and I don't hear anyone nitpicking him for that.
Bonnard wouldn't listen anyway.
Juliensky, my little rant had nothing to do with correctness of form. It's more about this being such a damn predictable painting with the same old tired point of view. The problem is not that anything is wrong with it, but that everything is so "right". Tried and true formula stuff, and nobody seems to question why ANYONE is still painting this way, 'good' as it may be.
i dont think "facile" painting is very interesting to look at. SO Im glad that EP is going for the long play.
What do they express to you?
Ennui? Anomie? Angst? La vie quotedienne? Cosmic Horror? Existential nausea?
Who now is making paintings that best evoke the cosmic horror of a vengeful god?
And what art form most propitiates this god?
OK I misunderstood re: "correct" form. I would say that Peyton has been formulaic for years now and didn't seem to be challenging herself enough. But I think it's starting to show up in her newer work, where, like I said before, she's painting from life, the faces are more specific to the character of the sitter, etc. Things are changing. I'm not saying she's broken the mold either though and probably has some ways to go.
I don't have a beef with painting like this or question why people paint should or shouldn't paint like this. Some paintings seem to wear problems of their own making on their surfaces more than others, or let the "wrong" show through, whatever that means. Peyton keeps her cards close and makes sure it's seamless as it can be.
But that's an inseparable part of her work's meaning. Outside of that, empathy for that meaning (taste) can justifiably stray, but it still boils down to taste.
In other words, I like it dirty mostly, but I don't mind rightness when its used correctly. And Peyton has that down. My restlessness springs from her lack of ambition in her trajectory. I'd like her to risk losing once in awhile.
I got ten forward gears,
And a Georgia overdrive.
I'm taking little white pills,
And my eyes are open wide.
I just passed a 'Jimmy' and a 'White':
I've been passin' everything in sight.
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.
In 2006 all anyone had to say about a Peyton post here was -
tantrum said...
why can't I get away from these sugary,so-so celeb fuck portraits?
1/3/06 11:37 AM
We've all 'moved on', as Condi would say.
yeah I was just looking at that today.
and this:
"Also predictably, commercial success, popular imagination, and the reactive originalities of new artists wrenched the movement from the critics’ shepherding grasp. But the impact of Rosenberg and Greenberg in their heyday was as compelling as that of tribal shamans."
Dana Shuts said recently she thought the avant guard was a good idea in school but that she didn't see one, and I was all, no way, how can you say that when you are hanging in the collection of MOMA? I mean they probably disagree with you? And then Nowzkowski was all, institutions are like big bullshit generators when it comes to packaging movements, and I was like, no way really? You think that? And hes old and shit. But ask them yourself if you don't believe me.
This curator wanted to start a conversation about the ways ideology is embodied in painting but they were selling for far too much to get involved in something that has nothing to do with their work.
I expect E Payton is on board with that, though I wish she'd hurry over to the aw shucks boat before they lower it below the rail.
Liz is ditching the Fan Art bit, not before time. But did you ever see her stuff before you went Fan Art and Hockney Retread? She was like gutsy little Ab deal with shows and that. Reviews.
Getting on board with cityscape is going to be hard when you've been trading in knowing ditz for ten years of whatever, but she got the connections, right?
Yeah she can colonize the piers but the natives might shoot back. Or not, might be too busy growing donkey ears. That's bohemia for ya. Or maybe that's just my mytho-poetic way of looking at it. My god the pathos fairly sucks the wind out of my sails.
Like you could make a skull, no one owns skulls, not since the anamorphic one back in the day. That was the touchstone, I think.
Or maybe the crystal one (a fake?) from South America. I used to read about that growing up, that and frogs falling from the sky. It happens.
I just couldnt paint myself into the conceptual corner like that "poetic exitentialism" or "knowing fandom" - that's a thin conceit and a thinner plank.
Nope better to jump genres and tropes at will like a billy goat.
back to hunting the pied piper - I am liscenced to kill.
So why aren't the pop-up comments boxes expandable any more?
Is that a new settings option for Blogger?
Little monkey.
thats on your end I think.
I want to live alone in the desert
I want to be like Georgia O'Keefe
I want to live on the Upper East Side
And never go down in the street
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Michael Jackson in Disneyland
Don't have to share it with nobody else
Lock the gates, Goofy, take my hand
And lead me through the World of Self
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Don't want to wake up with no one beside me
Don't want to take up with nobody new
Don't want nobody coming by without calling first
Don't want nothing to do with you
I'm putting tinfoil up on the windows
Lying down in the dark to dream
I don't want to see their faces
I don't want to hear them scream
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
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If it's at my end it's on more than my system.
WAN - pale without lustre
GOSSAMER - used to refer to something thin, insubstantial or delicate.
RAW - uncompressed file in digital photography
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(c) Elizabeth Peyton 1998 - 2008
The avant-garde exists as a thought.
Out here in world, it is in the thoughts that you can find it.
By the time it has become an object, it is too late to be avant-garde. And an object should take time to be made. Paradox number one.
I think shit that doesn't understand itself is avant-garde.
As a term it can be used by institutions and other punks to galvanize the crowd.
There's nothing wrong with that, and it's a fact of time only. Blame time.
Blame the time it takes to think something as opposed to being able to do it. It's called mode lag. Act delay. (the future will shorten this)
Avant-garde does not deal in terms of maturity - coz it scarcely knows itself. It just gets charged by current. Vital and ongoing process, that one.
Can't expect Liz to be there, maybe she was once, vaguely, but know she plays the mature card, and even though it's a shade early, so does Dana.
I like mature work, as much as I like avant-garde. I'm patient enough to wait on artists as they move from one to the next, and that's where we are here with this one.
The passage of time conjures the tripartite collision of each of it's factions.
We can call this... nothing. It is a spiritual negotiation, not to be found the same way for any neocyberpunk or wrinkle-smiler...
It's a shame that most painters are fairly responsible people these days, and can see past the futility of self-sacrifice. In the end, let's take Liz for example here, if she were not concerned with anything in the material world, most importantly family, she might be able to take some huge risks. It would ultimately lead to her destruction, and eventual rebirth.
If you're gonna throw a safe seat for a future that isn't here yet don't expect anyone except for the unborn to be able to understand what you're saying.
So it's better to leave Liz to grow old, and find the AG in something else.
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wthing
so like, this is Peyton on the mature. Aside from what has been mentioned, what else is changing?
Yet Peyton’s lavender, lilac, and crimson love letters to the age of innocence are finally reflecting the age of experience. Her deft brushwork and starry-eyed doting are still in evidence, but her color has darkened and her gaze is less moony.
Saltz
Smelling Saltz!
Actually this one was really the exception to the rest of the show, which were the usual thin celeb portraits and a couple of flower studies. So, John Marin rest easy.
Yeah, living life to the full!
I think the avant-garde is something for art historian’s of the future to decide. Right now like you say you go on gut instinct and a kick in the teeth from unexpected quarters, with a song in their hearts and a smile on their lips. I’ve never tried to be avant-garde because it seemed so academic, right off. Like the artists were already thinking of themselves in history books or museums, without the inconvenience of the meet and greet preamble.
I think they make the mistake of believing everything they read.
And it’s not always the privilege of youth, but I think you probably have to be kind of desperate or extremely dissatisfied with the state of things. So starting out, you have a head start really. But I don’t mean peevishly bitchy little twerps in art school who find out they can’t do jack without someone noticing it’s already being done way better and so decide dumping on everything else will kind of compensate. No I’m talking about people who REALLY have no place else to go. That REALLY don’t belong. That comes through.
Culturally
When they start making up new signposts, I think that’s probably as close as I’d come to defining ‘A-G’.
right on, AG is a term that can only be applied in a historical perspective - it confuses a lot of people that way. Although it refers to work from the cutting edge of 'a present', the trick is that it doesn't mean 'the' present.
Whatever it is bubbling out now won't be known until then, keeping the tension nicely. Tune in for more "next time, Gadget". Been dosing on Superflat too much.
You gotta take these things with a pinch of Saltz.
One is bored when the mind is forced back upon itself, the condition of children who have “nothing to do”, or when it is trapped in a situation which it is powerless to affect. Art inspired by the aesthetics of boredom is evidence of how widely prevalent is the disruption between the “I” and things in contemporary mass society. Boring art is the mirror of the repetitiveness, unexpressiveness, abstractness, and obsession with detail of daily life. The “message” of this art – and since it is devoid of pleasure, it is in all instances an art with a message – lies in urging its own rejection as a first step in the development of a free individual sensibility. (pp. 123 – 124)
The cutting edge has dulled.
The pop-up won't expand.
Two more T-shirts to make.
Misogyny never ends. Oh you soldier boys. What a transparent game.
Opposing the system from within the system is avant garde. So like Nozkowski if you bypass the system by painting small or whatever, you are not avant. Graffitti is always avant. I thought Doug Aitkins big video on the MOMA was pretty avant
I used to like it when Devo finally got popular and they would mock the frat boy/sorority girl audience, and the audience would just eat it up and love it cuz they were so stupid they didnt get that they were being mocked. That was beautiful.
Fan art is always femmy and lowbrow. So dont knock it unless youve been there (put on the dress--and I'm not talking fashion--just get off yr high horse dudes) kurt cobain did it-you can do it too
artistic risk - freedom from control -- how do you get there anyway? Is it such a wrong thing to invent with the characters that the culture hands you. I mean the chaRACTERS ARE LOWBROW--THE PEOPLES CHOICE --bowie et al. That's what kids do.
Barney and Giorno? Not popular in the mass culture. NY, NY? Finding your way--artist guides?
Love is risk.
sometimes love is just n'gachlathu
or some shit right? Why are you braking this down into some kind of dominance display? my Rosenberg quote trumps that essentialist shit by a factor of like three thousand.
right click (or ctrl/apple whatever click if you are on a mac) and choose open in a new window for you peeps with the window size imparement.
esperanto
Can never have enough T-shirts.
it can haz tsherts?
I got a shirt sent to me with "Goldman Sachs" screened on it in pale green/yellow. A bit fem for me. Want to trade?
This was before Bear Sterns subprime ninja loan hedge fund buyout dealio, but after the S&L, junk bond, corporate raider wall street boiler room barbarians at the gate eighties.
If you want it ill send it to you. First come first serve.
For those of you interested, a video tour of the Elizabeth Payton show is available here:
http://blip.tv/file/864969
It’s part of a double feature so you can fast forward past the Walter Robinson show and interview, thanks JK
Everyone knows Walter is way ahead. That's why he gets to doze off! Lucky guy!
What interests me here is the preparing of the support. What's it done with, anyone know?
And is that a taillight on the left side. i like the taillight on the left side. Gives the image this movement, as does the Tatlin Tilt. That's what gives the image dynamic! And the head in the bottom corner. That's there because... there is no frickin' fan in the painting. You guys keep talking about Fans and I am looking -- for the oriental type -- not there. Had a bright idea and started hunting for the electrical type--not there. Not even one of those little car ones, you know!
Avant garde was a particular period in history, a series of events that coincided with a series of events.
We don't have those now.
One refrains from the thought.
Of having them.
Simply.
Anyway, the support, love it, how the image slips off, kinda.
This painting is about all things modern. History, and the contemporary, as a hand held snapshot, lavishly gilded, unframed.
And the fan, you guys just pulling my leg.
Fan Art is Of Idols By Fans, CP.
You gotta take these things with a pinch of Saltz.
Ha!
Like that.
the avant garde is the first into battle, historically. and it is an ongoing phenomena. it's like modernism, the word, it got stolen and applied... as if something can't be modern anymore. now it's contemporary. continuing like this and soon the words will be all dried up. so they have to stay free to mean what they mean without historical precedent. therefore avant garde can apply to now, and tomorrow, as a term.
no rush i'm far from misogyny ya know. wish i knew the word for it's opposite, sometimes that'd be more appropriate.
i was wondering about the support as well.
Hey I'm on a mac in a big institution right now and the comments boxes are expandable here.
Hmmm...
As a support, it looks like watercolour paper, no?
Thanks, cap, at least I've located the fan. But the watercolor paper doesn't fit I think. Some kind of gesso that has some bond or resin in there so it doesn't get brittle... check this one on site @ GB Flowers & Diaghilev, 2008 oil on linen over board
13 x 9 inches.
And webthing right what would we do without a front line?
'Leave your comment' box here is small. prob. latest OS you can do what you are doing. That means your intitution is well funded. You are lucky!
con’phone
regarding the grounds, all the paintings are on wood maybe ply or (gasp) particle composite. Looks like a thick coat of gesso is squeegeed on with glops hanging over the edges, half an inch, like muffin-tops, several coats with lots of sanding to leave a surface polished like hot pressed illustration board. This piece is tiny, ¾ the size of a paperback.
Oh yeah, as Hilton Kramer said years ago, The avant-garde died. It was buried alive under a mountain of money. JK
She's calling it
NYC 2008 (West 11th Street, Greenwich Avenue and Seventh Avenue South), 2008
oil on board
9 x 6 inches
Which kind of tallies with KJ's description, except maybe he reads bigger paperbacks thatn I.
I need a very good painter to help with the east side of my house. Must be willing to climb a 28-foot ladder. Some risk involved. Gender doesn't matter. :-)
fear of a femme planet.
(hey I fear it too, but i deal wit it, dont try to trivialize it)
webthing--i would not usually peg u as a sexist except this really pissed me off--> "It's a shame that most painters are fairly responsible people these days, and can see past the futility of self-sacrifice. In the end, let's take Liz for example here, if she were not concerned with anything in the material world, most importantly family, she might be able to take some huge risks. It would ultimately lead to her destruction, and eventual rebirth."
Where in the hell do you see her concerned with family?
As I said anyway love is risk and love takes care and I have no Idea what zips videos were about.
a "free individual sensibility" is no longer an option as u have pointed out at least 3000 times. so why piss on the poor artist who is dealing with it?
there is pleasure in style btw. have you had the pleasure of destruction and rebirth? i have. it doesnt change a thing.
the videos were off topic.
oh yeah Im trumping and krumpin did you like my dominance display on the nowzkowsi? I pretty much shit in the waterhole I guess. Not that anyone was saying anything interesting. Or maybe I just didnt hear it.
oops. Cant control it you know? I must be obsessed and irrational, probably a brain chemical thing. Weird.
payton is domestic yearning in the sense that shes now painting things closer to home - her environment, and of course the building in this picture is in danger. The city is in flux (I am the first person to notice this), and now identity as geography. Sense of place. Nostalgia. Deputized socialites.
I'd be excited but I've seen plenty of pictures of the urban landcape with these very concerns. Maybe thye dont have that je ne sais quoi or are lacking in a certain knowing self awareness (even when the artist thinks they are ironic - isnt that funny, jokes on them).
Point being im not so concerned/interested/electrified/enchanted/mystified/ in this case with what she is saying (if anything) than how she is saying it.
If you paint on panel with a piece of cloth glued to the board the cloth will act as an armature much the way rebar in concrete or cloth in plaster will act - as an armature.
And the marble dust or chalk or whatever in your gesso is a sort of truth to materials metaphorical meaning thing when it comes to landscapes isn't it?
On another note, it's always funny to see some straight dude dressed up in hillfigger couture. Not that I see that very often, but look it up.
i meant the deckle edge. Thats as important as the right zipper on a jacket.
perry ellis
little lord fauntleroy right?
mamas boy.
Is this recent work? I forgot to look. WOuldnt that be silly of me.
yeah
just what obama needs.
obsessed and irrational. that's what kelli said about me. then she acted like it must be cool to be like that other than so rational and in control like she was. yeah right what a tool.
im a lover and a fighter
strait dudes in cool clothes do not look like yr jpeg. ill have to get some for you. later, i'm busy
It's a God awful small affair...
So it is a thick trowel pull of gesso. That's great!
Right into those surfaces. Thanks Jk.
You can buy these T-Shirts. Support your local Vanguard.
THE LENGTH OF EXPERIMENTAL TIME AVAILABLE HAS BEEN REDUCED DUE TO FORTUNATE CIRCUM-STANCES.
The red and black ones are OK!
anthraxization
i just coined the term.
defence is offence
no rush sorry but you're projecting shit on to the fan, and it's not what i meant i can assure you.
i was thinking of rothko going mad and going suicide, when i was thinking about painters taking risks. most people who don't suicide do so because of a consideration for their family, whatever that is to them. your ma. the guy in the fruitshop. etc. it had nothing to do with gender and probably nothing to do with peyton to be honest. just a general statement on painters not being as insane and close to the brink of destruction and madness as they might once have been, coz as JK mentions, the avant-garde went under the cash and pop. I'm not talking about stylistic risks, but risks to mental health, madness insanity etc. And when i said rebirth i meant the old idea of painter as martyr has rebirth after their own destruction in their work. You were reading it as a female and family and all that but it's totally not what i meant, sorry for the confusion. Gender is something i don't make many judgements upon coz it's a very hazy line in some if not most people.
This forum is worthwhile when the conversation stays on topic. notice how the Caroline Walker comments stayed with the subject for the most part? Posts, like fish, start to go bad after 3 days.
Notice how the more comments there are, the stronger the temptation to comment on other comments rather than the work?
Notice that digression is a clear and mostly deliberate signal that a post is exhausted? That a new post is needed?
Posts, like fish, start to go bad after 3 days.
Ha, true. Except for mine, that is.
whatever peeps. Im gonna get a beer
hey now hey now. Dont dream its over no no no its not over there over there, Johnny Got His Gun was like the movie based on a book that like inspired Metallica to like write their song ONE about a qudripelegic with no hearing, sight or speech. A human lump.
I was on the subway and someone had cut an eye from another poster and put it as the the eye on a lady in the new get smart movie, which I would not have noticed if it hadn't been for the third eye. SO these girsl come by and look at it and say stuff like "that's weird" and then they took it off and put it on a tile, which was weirder, to me. The wall has eyes.
I think they were responding to the inherent mysogyny of placing an eye on a forehead and their unease with the patent incongruity.
It could be an insult done like that, rather than with a silver pen and black marker. Are my semiotics too subtle?
the following phrase is known as what kind of argument in phiolophical circles:
Let me tell you waht I mean; I mean what i tell you.
skipping the books tonight. So weak and weary.
Circular
tautology. But close enough. Jeraldo Rivera should go down and cover the Carnegie International. I bet there's something to poke fun at.
a painter is a painter. gender is not a great place to start, or finish. at least not for me, never has been. any insinuation otherwise is regrettably misunderstood. to assume you know my gender, but do you? in reality stereotypes can never be fully formed. masculinity and femininity are present in everybody at different moments. the truth is not androgynous. but it's not x or y either...
During the Dark Ages there were millions fed to lions and slaughtered in every way, because they wouldn't bow down to that Catholic dogma
Yeah Im paranoid and I see misogyny everywhere. Homophobia too. Never mind that it is everywhere. Close all your your eyes Maxwell Smart. Paranoia is the ability to connect things that are not usually connected. Hmm where have I heard that before.
Theres a soft voice and a loud voice out ther. Which one do you hear first?
I guess Im talking about anti-fem anyway. I'm not too good with words. It doesnt have much to do with your actual genetalia and what you do with it. It's cultural.
Do you feel weak when your drunk? I don't like to waste a buzz
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
though in truth we were at sea
so I took her by the looking glass
and forced her to agree
saying, 'You must be the mermaid
who took Neptune for a ride.'
But she smiled at me so sadly
that my anger straightway died
hey cap--what would be "tempting" about commenting on other comments? some people call that conversation.
what would "tempt" you to make an interesting comment?
'oppression' is a baby televisions first words...
i went to turkey once expecting them to hate greeks and found them all eating together and having discreet friendships across the border...
the popular attitude of anything, anywhere has generally always been shortsighted and intolerant, but in a way it also provides conditions for meaning and value in some weird way, so long as nobody is getting burned by the flame.
yeah it's shit. i know. but if i think back a few decades it must be slowly improving (not among power structures but among people)?
i love all you guys who have never been burned by the flame. must be nice.
no rush you might feel like the only person who knows what it's like to see the real misogyny at the heart of everything. i wish i could tell you that it isn't. but i can't. i see it too, around but not everywhere. What about Misandry, is that beneath it all as well. I dunno. The two are just a see-saw in the end, there's definitely a large space between the polarity. I know what you're saying, now i'm thinking about Pandora. You have a point... i can't help but see the irony of being judged and stereotyped in such a way. i'd take it all back if time were not my enemy. So I guess Peyton sometimes gets reduced to girly type painting, which may be what you're against or what you thought I was pinning her with, though it's similar to when Currin gets hit with the wankboy thing. Is everything so subliminal? Probably. Peyton nailed a strange and gigantic part of contemporary culture once upon a time. When i said WAN, GOSSAMER and RAW i meant the culture she was critiquing, not the painter herself. I should just have backed down ages ago huh... stupid webthing...
But a few commentators (e.g., Canfield 2001 pp. 377-9, Stroud p. 69) have questioned the very existence in the relevant passages of a unified structure properly identifiable as a sustained argument. Although this claim depends for its plausibility on a tendentiously narrow notion of argument — roughly, as a kind of proof, with identifiable premisses and a firm conclusion, rather than the more general sense which would include the exposure of a confusion through a variety of reasoned twists and turns, of qualifications, weighings-up and re-thinkings — and is a reaction against some drastic and artificial reconstructions of the text by earlier writers, there is a point to be made, and this summary conceals, as we shall see, a very intricate discussion.
what an airhead
Worshipping the Monkey God
On Saturdays and Tuesdays many people keep fast in honour of Hanuman and give special offerings to him. In times of trouble, it is a common faith among Hindus to chant the name of Hanuman or sing his hymn ("Hanuman Chalisa") and proclaim "Bajrangbali Ki Jai" — "victory to thy thunderbolt strength". Once every year — on the full-moon day of Chaitra (April) at sunrise — "Hanuman Jayanti" is celebrated to commemorate the birth of Hanuman. Hanuman temples are among the most common public shrines found in India.
Hanuman was mischievous in his childhood, and sometimes teased the meditating sages in the forests by snatching their personal belongings and by disturbing their well-arranged articles of worship. Finding his antics unbearable, but realising that Hanuman was but a child, (albeit invincible), the sages placed a mild curse on him. By this curse Hanuman forgot his own prowess, and recollected it only when others reminded him about it.
i wanna know how u guys are going to do a show inside of hottopic??..idk how is going to work
Peyton is a burnout.
Everywhere in the modern world there is neglect, the need to be recognized, which is not satisfied. Art is a way of recognizing oneself, which is why it will always be modern.
— Louise Bourgeois
Art doesn't die, it just changes tables. Like a hostess in a dancing club, art moves from one society formation to another. Yesterday and still largely today, Art sits with the Academics. Tomorrow will be dancing with Artificial web entities and kids who draw flash animations.
— Miltos Manetas
"For me painting is a means through which I find expression of life's joy and fulfillment, and I believe art, more than merely being a means of expression itself, also serves as a medium to help us to make peace with our lives through positive and enthusiastic sentiments and regard for the brighter aspects of our existence, escaping from protest, cynicism and selfishness.".
— Patricia Govezensky
When I've painted a woman's bottom so that I want to touch it, then the painting is finished.
— Pierre-Auguste Renoir
“Feeling that a style is natural and inevitable,” wrote Guy Davenport in his The Geography of the Imagination, “is like being among people with whom we share tradition and prejudices.” The sentence is allegedly about what literary style is like, but ends up, in the Davenportean way, being equally a thumbnail of how human societies make themselves at home, though unthinking inheritances of behavior and thought. “Style can therefore be invisible,” Davenport continues, “blending with our ignorance.” That is to say: if as readers we find ourselves at home in a style, we are less likely to find ourselves able to question the choices the writer has made. Such choices are coherent to us readers, in the way a dialect would be comprehensible to a particular group of natives.
Painting is life. It's complicated. One of the ways to make it less so is to pull the life out of it, as one would do with a mule's tail. Another way would be to pull the complicated out of it, as, say, you would with a ... dog's tail. Here, you never know what to expect!
Painting life!
The Poor Little Dutch Boy
Life was desperate in rural Holland. As far as he could remember, the poor little dutch boy could remember nothing but hardships. Food was scarce, his father was abusive, and there was nothing to do after school but chores. Every day was another hardship. The boy loved to dive from the windmill into the canal, but his father hated to find that he had skipped out on his chores. Whenever he returned, his father would beat him. However, if he didn't skip out, his fater would find a reason to beat him anyhow. Life was nothing but hardships, except for the secret escapes to practice diving from the windmill.
Eventually the boy, now in his late teens, heard of a great contest in far-away Atlanta. The best divers in the world, along with the best of everything else would meet to decide who was REALLY the best. It would be the perfect escape from the hardships of his mundane life.
He runs away from home, sneaks aboard a freighter in Rotterdam and waits. No good. Of course, he is discovered. Beaten by the crew, bloody, he is sent home to his unimpressed father, who finds new hardships for him to endure.
A better storyteller than I could tell you of his next four or five attempts to get to the Atlanta games, each of which failed, yielding nothing but ever more painful hardships. The poor little dutch boy stoicly endured each of them, perservering and enduring.
Eventually, he stows away in a cruise liner heading for the USA. He isn't found until four days out at sea. The captain has the discretion of calling for a chopper to take him back to the Netherlands, or to let him continue the trip and let immigration in Atlanta deal with the problem. The captain listens to the boy describing how he's been doing difficult dives all his life, and how demonstrating the perfection he's developed to the rest of the world in Atlanta is his only chance to escape from the hardships of his normal life.
The captain decides to let the boy demonstrate his abilities. If the boy can execute a perfect dive from the top of the radar mast, he can continue to the Olympics. So, the radar is turned off, and the boy climbs the hundred feet to the top of the radar mast. He looks down.
He has never dived from a ship before. The gentle sway of the ship is magnified by the height of the radar mast. He didn't expect this. looking down, he sees ... pool, deck, sea, deck, pool, deck, sea, deck, pool... he jumps! ... and misses! He crashes right THROUGH the deck! Everyone runs for the stairs to see if he's OK. There's a splintered hole in the B deck. Even the metal decks of the C, D, and E decks have been burst. They find the crumpled body crumpled against the very hull itself, and even that is dented.
Everyone is astonished when he sits up, dazed, but apparently unhurt. The captain, horrified and apologetic, rushes forward. "My goodness! I never should have asked you to try that! Are you OK? " The boy shakes his head and answers:
"That's OK. I'm used to it. I've been through many HARD SHIPS before."
Still can't see that red in the lower left as a tail light CP.
Looks more like a shop sign (see passers-by beneath?).
Yeah I saw that after posting. I thought, those passers-by, they take the fun out of everything.
Oh those witnesses are there for a reason. She’s careful that way.
What’s in store then, in that light? Guess this is really a red light district for gender subversion and role confusion, down there on W 111th within bombing distance of the Annette O’Toole Tower of Love.
Yeah, remember Cat People?
I take the bus and watch the skies.
Liz is best when looking up.
There is this guy who lost an eye in a fight. He looks like a freak without it and goes to a doctor who recommends a glass replacement. The guy cannot afford one so the doctor fits one made one out of wood which is cheaper. However, he becomes really self conscious about it and becomes a bit of a recluse. One day a friend gets him out to a bar. He sees everyone dancing and wants to join in.
He sees a chick with a hunchback standing around and thinks "Well, no one else is asking her to dance and she is worse off than me so I'll ask."
He goes up to her and says, "Want to dance?"
She looks really excited and says, "Would I!"
The guy says "Wood eye! Wood eye! Well fu*k you, hunchback!"
you know what?
nah forget it...
By a 14 to 2 margin, the class voted him out of the class.
Don't give up your day job.
I wont.
Pedaled past here last week, there are a lot of ambulances that congregate right there at the corner. I think it’s the taillight of an emergency rescue vehicle.
looks like an awning.
please dont tell me u havent fucked things up by not trusting someone. the artist must prove themselves--as we all must--earn your trust
anyway, i thought that altho liz is taking on the subject matter of style, she was doing it with an antisocial style--which gave it a nice tension. that's what ive liked about her in the past.
the grittier demimonde seems of interest. I have to admit, i like the subjects better than what she's done with them.
The still lifes are really good. Symbol and style.
Sorry it's so long
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In death, you face life with a child and a wife
Who sleep-walks through your dreams into walls.
You're a soldier of mercy, you're cold and you curse,
"He who cannot be trusted must fall."
Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety.
You fight for the throne and you travel alone
Unknown as you slowly sink
And there's no time to think.
In the Federal City you been blown and shown pity,
In secret, for pieces of change.
The empress attracts you but oppression distracts you
And it makes you feel violent and strange.
Memory, ecstasy, tyranny, hypocrisy
Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss
In the valley of the missing link
And you have no time to think.
Judges will haunt you, the country priestess will want you
Her worst is better than best.
I've seen all these decoys through a set of deep turquoise eyes
And I feel so depressed.
China doll, alcohol, duality, mortality.
Mercury rules you and destiny fools you
Like the plague, with a dangerous wink
And there's no time to think.
Your conscience betrayed you when some tyrant waylaid you
Where the lion lies down with the lamb.
I'd have paid off the traitor and killed him much later
But that's just the way that I am.
Paradise, sacrifice, mortality, reality.
But the magician is quicker and his game
Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
And there's no time to think.
Anger and jealousy's all that he sells us,
He's content when you're under his thumb.
Madmen oppose him, but your kindness throws him
To survive it you play deaf and dumb.
Equality, liberty, humility, simplicity.
You glance through the mirror and there's eyes staring clear
At the back of your head as you drink
And there's no time to think.
Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow
Will offer their heads for a prayer.
You can't find no salvation, you have no expectations
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere.
Mercury, gravity, nobility, humility.
You know you can't keep her and the water gets deeper
That is leading you onto the brink
But there's no time to think.
You've murdered your vanity, buried your sanity
For pleasure you must now resist.
Lovers obey you but they cannot sway you
They're not even sure you exist.
Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism.
Fools making laws for the breaking of jaws
And the sound of the keys as they clink
But there's no time to think.
The bridge that you travel on goes to the Babylon girl
With the rose in her hair.
Starlight in the East and you're finally released
You're stranded but with nothing to share.
Loyalty, unity, epitome, rigidity.
You turn around for one real last glimpse of Camille
'Neath the moon shinin' bloody and pink
And there's no time to think.
Bullets can harm you and death can disarm you
But no, you will not be deceived.
Stripped of all virtue as you crawl through the dirt,
You can give but you cannot receive.
No time to choose when the truth must die,
No time to lose or say goodbye,
No time to prepare for the victim that's there,
No time to suffer or blink
And no time to think.
how bout y'all jump on webthings' back, let him carry you safely through the abyss. you can band up in distrust, pull out your sharpest knives of taught lyricism (or mostly that of others), vent all bitten and righteous woes on his back as we go. scratch them in deep and twisting, as you wish, the scars will be prized. there is always enough tenderness to not be slain in the act. in the morning he'll put you down safely to rest in a place where small meanings are struck and walk off kindly humming a Schwanengesang to the beat of no judgements' pulse, just the same.
So draw your daggers! I'll sit down and accept them all and stand up when you're done, i'll even give you a hug.
Is this funny or what?
In the meantime, a recent book some of you might find interesting is hear..
As I said earlier I see Liz in a state of transition that is at present unclear. Whether to read this piece as a standalone or in context is the always begged.
You're a troubled soul, Webthing.
No not really Cap. But most of the best were. You and your one liners! Does it take you hours to engineer them? Man that must be exciting...
Just a tip, a little soul is what's missing from most of your remarks by the way, old dry cap...
Thanks for the tip.
Help us Mo. What do you think of this stuff?
I am speaking of a dialectics that seeks a world outside of cultural confinement. Also, I am not interested in art works that suggest "process" within the metaphysical limits of the neutral room. There is no freedom in that kind of behavioral game playing. The artist acting like a B.F. Skinner rat doing his "tough" little tricks is something to be avoided. Confined process is no process at all. It would be better to disclose the confinement rather than make illusions of freedom.
But you're lying if you dont reference the conditions. Even though all art is LIE ANYWAY. I've always felt that it was OK to lie, in art, if you acknowledge the lie. So you must lie and you must acknowledge your lies. Then yer free. How rich are you people anyway?
Our most valuable asset is our skin, which the Japanese invested their time and money in measuring. The method the Imperial State Institute for Nutrition at Tokyo developed for measuring the amount of a person's skin is to take a naked person, and to apply a strong, thin paper to every surface of his body. After the paper dries, they carefully remove it, cut it into small pieces, and painstakingly total the person's measurements. Cut and dried, the average person is the proud owner of fourteen to eighteen square feet of skin, with the variables in this figure being height, weight, and breast size. Basing the skin's value on the selling price of cowhide, which is approximately $.25 per square foot, the value of an average person's skin is about $3.50
Voodoo economics.
They are making fun of the future over at Artists Space (my predictions in parentheses)
Wednesday, June 4, 6:30 p.m.
Blue Room Event: Night of Predictions
Do I need an umbrella today?(never need one, OK to get wet)
What color will be hot this spring? (you mean next spring, cuz this spring is over...dark pink)
Is he the one? (Oh yeah)
What is the best date to hold a summit meeting? (Summer solstice)
Should I go out tonight? (No)
Pork bellies or orange juice? (Pork bellies in orange juice)
What is the road to financial gain? (Killing something)
Meditation retreat or survivalist camp? (survive)
Will Oakleys come back in style? (Did they go out? We wear Spy)
Is there a future in plastics? (no!)
Yankees or the Mets this season? (who cares)
Mutual fund or gold bars? (Art)
To what advantage does knowledge of the future provide? (Peace of mind/boredom)
Does visualizing or stressing about the future create a self-fulfilling prophesy? (yes, it's "the secret")
Wednesday May 9, 2007 6:30-8:00pm
So You Got the Studio Visit, Now What?
oh, i missed it.
“But the monkeys’ brains adjusted. They were licking the marshmallow off the prosthetic gripper, pushing food into their mouth, as if it were their own hand.”
what makes the monkey dance?
Upon hearing about the changes being made to the movie, dedicated Star Wars fans united and started an internet campaign where fans rebel against the plot changes and demand that the original version that includes the cancer storyline be released in theaters.
bbq is good.
Arguement has been discredited by its own results. Nothing left but to express a worldview. Prisoner of war. or whatever
Laws concerning molten gods, peace-offerings, scraps of the harvest, fraud, the deaf, blind, elderly, and poor, poisoning the well, hate, sex with slaves, self harm, shaving, prostitution, sabbaths, sorcery, familiars, strangers, and just weights and measure
True, but how can an information-seeker know what to look for if he or she does not know that the Bill of Rights exists? There is no point-and-click formula for accumulating a body of knowledge needed to make sense of isolated facts; By the way, hurricane season begins Sunday.
Almost anything that can be praised or advocated has been put to some disgusting use. There is no principle, however immaculate, that has not had its compromising manipulator.
Tomorrow’s Noosa Festival of Water at Lake Macdonald in Cooroy is just one event cancelled this weekend due to the deluge;"Hanging judge" is an unofficial term for a judge who has gained renown for handing out sentences of death by hanging or perhaps other harsh sentences. While the term is not necessarily negative, it is used to demonstrate a desire for quick, firm justice. A "hanging judge" may be legally mandated, or may not be, in which case he may be presiding over lynchings.
000
great balls of strange fire
swim little fish
upstream
downstream
home sweet home
Now, will every single microscopic atom stay on the test site?" he continued. "No, you can't do that. But the bulk of the dust will remain on the test site
William Burroughs, James Grauerholtz and I were in Berlin the week after Chernobyl, and we got caught endlessly in the warm Spring rains; big fat raindrops filled with radioactivity splashing in my face and running down my hair and into my lips over and over again, radioactive rain soaked into William Burroughs' brown fedora, a tiara of diamonds as we ran down the streets to the hotels, I'm melting, big fat raindrops bejeweled with radioactivity soaked into this black leather jacket that I'm wearing tonight, great wet clusters in the soft black leather shoulders, 100,000 rhymes, I only wear it on special occasions, I feel like Louis the 14th, I got a coat sewn with 10,000 diamonds, and we got off easy.
in the absence of esteem there is played the game of the week, condemned under rap clause IX 'just another victim, kid' is unjust. keep growing and reconnect to love, or press X to continue playing. Where auto means 'self', grand theft under-rides.
and renegotiates
Electronic books have been available since 1968 and have gained broader attention at least since 2000, when Stephen King sold 600,000 copies of “Riding the Bullet,” an electronic-only thriller, in two days. Now, however, “we’re finally at the tipping point,” Ms. Reidy said.
These paintings are too serious.
watch this for the last few minutes
but watch this for a lifetime.
Maybe I AM lowbrow.
Someone who is less than fully aware, but more than blindly ignorant, may encounter some sort of symbolic image which embodies the course of events their subconscious is trying to make them anticipate. Such an encounter may enhance the person's understanding, or in some other way make it easier for them to understand and accept the probability of unfolding events in their life. Subjectively, the person will have felt they had no previous intuition of events unfolding as the "sign" indicated. Should events then unfold accordingly, the person may be predisposed to believe in omens.
Snore.
*
RIP alton kelley--chet helms too. you guys were the best.
anybody want to buy a poster?
Whats the relationship between the fan and the star anyway? D. is reading Anais Nin's diaries so I picked it up for a look (I read it a long time ago) All along, Anais was referencing and quoting the famous and the demimonde in her own personal diaries, especially the later ones. She also used them to aggrandize herself, quoting things they said to her, praise they gave her. Going out to the Cedar Bar with kerouac, etc. Then she analyzes them too. Judges them.
Isnt that waht EP is doing too. Trying to grab the luster, the mojo. To become someone. It goes both ways? Becoming, becoming. Saying the name of god.
Zen and the art of illustrator
I see these kids copying and pasting collages or tracing stock photos and I am like wow everyone with photoshop is an artist.
Whos gonna win?
who needs a winner when can fete the losers??
I saw this
used at the science museum maybe in the early eighties.
But it was about nuclear war I think.
One goofball online theory is the "cash-out-then-lose" scenario. Despite the basic concept being preposterous (why would a site cause you to lose after you have taken most of your money away?) parroting this nonsense simply betrays a lack of understanding of fundamentals of the game -- especially those involving weaker players. Many of these weak players tend to cash out after they hit a rush, so when they "regress to the mean" how can they be surprised? If a person is a break even player (or worse), and they start with $400, and they withdraw $600 after they go on a rush, well... to be a breakeven player they need to lose everything they have left to break as close to even as they can.
Besides "regressing to the mean", many players end up playing scared money after they cash out. They try to play $5/10 on a $300 bankroll. If you keep cashing out any amount over $300, you will lose the $300 at some point. You must. Poker is a game of fluctuations. Even the best winning player will have major negative fluctuations.
But we aren't even talking about the best here. Even those players who fixate on booking winning sessions only win about 75% of the time. So now a person cashes out and what happens next... having a losing session for even the best players should be common.
But when it comes to mediocre, breakeven players, they should expect to lose half the time or so after they cash out, like they lose half or so of the time in any case. Now, how odd is it for this person to lose *two* times in a row (eating into their artificially small bankroll)? The answer is, it isn't odd at all for a person who wins 50% of their sessions to have two or three losing sessions in a row, and just after they had one or more winning sessions to boot. If you cash out, the next session that you play you will either win or lose. Why does it surprise people when they lose? Basically, some people complain that they had a good session before they have a bad session!
That is the way poker works. Fortunately many players can't deal with it. So if you track your online opponents, consider tracking when they win two days in a row, and look to go after them the following day -- when they may be playing on a short bankroll, obsessing about the black helicopters of a cashout curse. Watch the chat for comments involving cashouts. Give a person who likes making excuses an excuse for making a new excuse.
The bean machine, also known as the quincunx or Galton box, is a device invented by Sir Francis Galton to demonstrate the law of error and the normal distribution.
The machine consists of a vertical board with interleaved rows of pins. Balls are dropped from the top, and bounce left and right as they hit the pins. Eventually, they are collected into one-ball-wide bins at the bottom. The height of ball columns in the bins approximates a bell curve.
Overlaying Pascal's triangle onto the pins shows the number of different paths that can be taken to get to each pin.
http://www.viralvideochart.com/youtube/muto_a_wallpainted_animation_by_blu?id=uuGaqLT-gO4
OOOOO00000OOOOO
FOOLS!
The Goalkeeper's Fear of the Penalty.
have a nice summer
I'll be at the pool.
The script, while unrelated to the Vietnam War, nontheless centered on a group of men who travel to Las Vegas to play Russian Roulette.
let's not fear the big picture
Having partially developed inside caterpillars, the larvae of the wasps manipulate their hosts into watching over them as a mother or bodyguard might; a kind of tsunami that comes over you and overwhelms you and kind of ravishes you and makes you—brings you—into the world.
Wish a buck was still silver.
It was, back when the country was strong.
Back before Elvis; before the Vietnam war came along.
Before The Beatles and "Yesterday",
When a man could still work, and still would.
Is the best of the free life behind us now?
Are the good times really over for good?
Are we rolling down hill like a snowball headed for hell?
With no kind of chance for the Flag or the Liberty bell.
Wish a Ford and a Chevy,
Could still last ten years, like they should.
Is the best of the free life behind us now?
Are the good times really over for good?
I wish coke was still cola,
And a joint was a bad place to be.
And it was back before Nixon lied to us all on TV.
Before microwave ovens,
When a girl still cooked and chopped wood.
Is the best of the free life behind us now?
Are the good times really over for good?
Are we rolling down hill like a snowball headed for hell?
With no kind of chance for the Flag or the Liberty bell.
Wish a Ford and a Chevy,
Could still last ten years, like they should.
Is the best of the free life behind us now?
Are the good times really over for good?
One more time:
Stop rolling down hill like a snowball headed for hell?
Stand up for the Flag and let's all ring the Liberty bell.
Let's make a Ford and a Chevy,
Still last ten years, like they should.
'Cos the best of the free life is still yet to come,
The good times ain't over for good?
Let's sing it again.
Stop rolling down hill like a snowball headed for hell?
Stand up for the Flag and let's all ring the Liberty bell.
Let's make a Ford and a Chevy,
That'll still last ten years, like they should.
'Cos the best of the free life is still yet to come,
An' the good times ain't over for good?
http://www.viralvideochart.com/youtube/pop_corn_with_cell_phones_?id=lg_dyD0Nsjw
To put the performance of the machine in perspective, Thomas P. D’Agostino, the administrator of the National Nuclear Security Administration, said that if all six billion people on earth used hand calculators and performed calculations 24 hours a day and seven days a week, it would take them 46 years to do what the Roadrunner can in one day.
one two three four five six
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna drive past the Stop 'n' Shop
With the radio on
I'm in love with Massachusetts
And the neon when it's cold outside
And the highway when it's late at night
Got the radio on
I'm like the roadrunner
charcoal and white paint if you missed it
how come he painted over everyone else's graf? isnt that bad etiquette?
rrrrrooor!
my 6th chakra is buzzing
This is mostly what I feel about such work (although she is improving):
here
and
here
"Wonderful body paintings
Thanks for your comments"
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