Saturday, June 30, 2012
I tend to intuitively think the answer is "No."
I think it would be awesome if there were all these Rothkos out there feeding third world nations, but I don't think it's so.
What if an artist only produced works to be sold exclusively for charity--and this artist were not a schlock artist.
Like what if Picasso had done that.
Artists are generally as selfish as everyone else.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
But I keep imagining the idea of suffixes or prefixes which cue context for sentences.
What's scary is how many of these can already be signified by the use of quotation marks.
In other words, underscoring many of these things with scare quotes allows one to hear the tocsin which alerts one to possible rhetorical abuse of the truth.
Like this is just a partial list of what I think could be signified. Use your imagination and imagine many more.
A prefix or a suffix meaning...
1. This statement is believed true but unprovable by or within conventional logic.
2. This statement is of course a paradox, and I want you to realize I know that even as I am speaking/writing it.
3. This statement is factually misleading, but deliberately so.
4. This statement is completely earnest despite your understandable response of extreme skepticism.
5. This statement is a result of human horniness. Please weight it accordingly.
6. This statement is hothead bait.
7. This statement was generated by a desire for attention and nothing more. Please see me for a "real sentence."
8. This statement says absolutely nothing. You may read it or skip it.
9. This statement has an unreliable source and every one knows he or she lies.
10. This statement is only being spoken so that you will deduce what it is really trying to say. It hasn't the bravery or accountability to state that hidden sentence.
Friday, June 29, 2012
I Googled my skepticism just now and saw Queerty had the funniest quip: "Not since Liza Minnelli's and David Gest's sham marriage broke up have we been so shocked...." Funny.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
"Eadweard Muybridge displayed his work on the zoopraxiscope, which he invented in 1879. The zoopraxiscope projected a series of images in successive phases of movement. These images were obtained through the use of multiple cameras." To see it animated (and other examples of this) go here: Spinning.
Then I am aware of being Happy.
My Happiness decreases.
When I am Happy
and unaware of being Happy,
I believe I am Happiest.
I can't prove it since
I don't acknowledge Happiness then
(to avoid the comedown).
Happy is a weird word.
It can be a terrible hammer,
a word that can bludgeon
any human to death pulp.
Many people actually die
in the attempt to escape
Happy, like a torture-filled third world country.
Most well-adjusted people I know
have defected from that country,
peaceful defectors from Happy
who still occasionally speak
with a trace of the old country's accent.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
MY LITTLE PRINCE - MON PETIT dedicated to all the mothers around the world ...., a photo by Andre Furlan on Flickr.
This artist said something very nice on a piece i made the other day that he favorited. I went in and saw his stuff and it was fabu.
If you're near San Francisco, he has a show running now. See his Flickr.
3. Hate/Revenge/Fuck Shit Up
4. Ambition/Fame (see #s 1,2)
5. Fear of Hell
REASONS PEOPLE WANT TO DIE
3. Hate/Revenge/Fuck Shit Up
4. Ambition/Fame (see #s 1,2)
5. Fear of Hell
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Because of the idea of the boat
I try to step on the boat
Carrying the manual of the boat
This is too much weight
The others tell me "Push back!"
My body back from the boat
"Leave the boat!" they say
And I misinterpret this
As "Set us on fire!"
A story confused with its fame
Probably you are confused with your name
So the faked-out fables divide the animals
A chemical human
speaks a list into death, into a tree
Stand up with the 99%!
To be starving is the right of every poem!
Monday, June 25, 2012
BY SAMUEL BECKETT
Fail again. Fail louder.
The eagle takes a cheapshot
at a falcon, a crow.
The crow takes a cheapshot
at a grackle, a sparrow.
The sparrow takes a cheapshot
at a wren, a pigeon.
The pigeon takes a cheapshot
at a homeless guy, his exposed ankle.
The homeless guy takes a cheapshot
at a hallucination, a fly.
The fly takes a cheapshot
at shit, and poor shit
doesn't even know how to defend itself.
SENTENCE OFTEN OVERHEAD
WHEN A MARRIAGE IS ON
ITS GLUE FACTORY LEGS
"Don't you DARE fall asleep on me
when I am insulting you!"
PRAYER FOR ALL TROUBLED SOULS
May you learn to forget.
May you be a sparrow.
May you have no mirror
and feel no desire for one.
May you always wake up
on the other side of death,
its far side, until you die.
May death take your photograph
from a flattering angle.
May that photograph totally lie.
but not lonely
as most people
seem to be lonely,
if they're being honest
in how they describe it.
I'm more lonely
like a sunflower
a stretch of interstate
that has frequent fatalities.
And every so often
pieces of vehicles
and human beings,
and heads and such,
fly through air and hit it
smack-gob in its sunflower face.
And then when news people
and other bloodsuckers
come to take photos
of the wreckage
and the dead bodies,
they also accidentally
take pictures of the ghost sunflower
these metal and plastic tragedies.
The sunflower feels that people
are stealing its soul every time
they take a photo, but it can't
make this stop because it's a sunflower
so it has no legs to run
and can't even duck
to avoid the maimed bits of humans
periodically sailing through the air
and hitting it in its seedy face.
I feel terrible for that sunflower.
But only because
I am that sunflower.
Or I might as well be.
If you are not me,
it will be much harder for me
to feel terrible for you.
I hate that this is true.
Most other sunflowers hate
that this is also true about them.
Even if you are a sunflower
who happened to end up
with a much better piece
of flower real estate.
(Quiet or loud
has nothing to do with it.)
You lucky sunflower you.
going to eventually
just spit all your seeds out.
And that was your face,
a thing of tiny seeds.
You great big sunflower you.
This one keeps sticking on the c.d.
It's weird. Because I'm listening to Pet Shop Boys' Behaviour and when it freezes on many of their textures, it totally ends up sounding like Ligeti.
Like "Lux Aeterna" type Ligeti.
But pleasantly creepy.
Sometimes I wait a bit before kicking it.
Bridget Riley Variation (after "Movement in Squares"), a photo by William Keckler on Flickr.
The one Lego Tumblr listed below shared this. Thanks!
Sometimes people are actually sharing your work, talking about it, and other times they might have an image feed set up and such.
When my Lego Rothkos went around Tumblr (apparently tumbld by different people) I could sometimes find them, sometimes not.
Because sometimes someone would tell me and the referrer hadn't caught that.
And with Facebook it seems even worse. It might mention Facebook but I guess it can't latch hold of the network of who shares it with whom. Because then the busywork of the trace would probably data overload everything for Flickr. I'm guessing anyway.
Here are some referrers for my stuff today, but I have no idea if any of these sites are actually posting something by me or just using this or that link or image feed that somehow "buzzes" my Flickr account.
I'll visit and see if any are actual sharings.
And what is rebelmouse? I went there and still had no idea what it was.