remember this?

do you remember this scandal? this is what i really hate about contemporary art. this painting turned into a very big scandal and following freedom of speech issue. elephant dung or no, there is little good about this painting. i mean, at what point does art become so self-conscious that it becomes kitsch? listen to susan: "the aim of all commentary on art now should be tom ake works of art - and, by analogy, our own experience - more, rather than less, real to us. the function of criticism should be to show hot it is what it is, rather than to show what it means." when art is catering entirely to subsequent criticism its no longer reflective or a recovery of senses. at risd this weekend i went to a party where there were some young men making "noise music". i know pushing boundaries has been important etc. etc. but this seemed to me like some bizarre call for attention. at one point one man put the a snare drum over his head while the friend beat it and shouted "open my ____ (insert various obsene body part)". female audience member screamed "yeah, fuck, rock on!" and gave the rock out sign. i know they were being ironic and mocking people who take that noise music stuff seriouslyy but they thought this display of their own irony & ability to criticize serious noise music kids to be really cool. i mean, once youre being ironic about things trying to be progressive, and simultaneously thinking your really hip, is maybe the most disingenuous and affected display i can think of. what i mean to say is, why can't people make things they sincerely think is interesting? or beautiful? are the pussies? scared of being vulnerable? lack imagination? took too many showers with their mother as a child?

"comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love"

Unrequited love is theoretically quite uncorrupted. What can possibly shameful in the impulse towards affection. With no expectation of equality or fulfillment of duty, the emotion exists within itself, free of the fear and uncertainty which can taint the circumstanced form of worlding love. Crushes, unworldly, make you wake up in the morning and put clothes on and furthermore your face always looks nice, it's like being pregnant. Everything just sort of goes rosy in a way. Love is always in danger of getting corrupted. Especially when you involve other people, (other person), things have the potential to matter, which is scary. The death of a crush can go basically unnoticed. When crushes get boring they end - i.e. when their aesthetic appeal fades there is not much to stop any emotional element from quietly taking its bow. When love gets boring it is a disappointment.

In ending any emotion we betray past selves. I have begun to start thinking of my life all in one piece like a modern art canvas, all spread out to the sides, no identifiable subject except as I determine it in my allseeingness. I create my own meaning. Novel fodder. It is interesting to think of your life spatially instead of temporally. I.E. the way God sees the world. For example, in a temporal sense, I have spent most of my life engaging in inane crushes. Rather than thinking of all the time I've wasted, I choose to conflate all those crushes into a single entity. Rather than assigning each of those boys individual personalities, causes, effects etc., I choose to think of this crush-entity as a fact rather than a series of events.

pre-islamic poetry

excerpt from my reading:
Or her mouth is as an ungrazed meadow,
whose herbage the rain has guaranteed,
in which there is but little dung;
and which is not marked with the feet of animals.
-from the poem of antar

lets stop beating around the bush, i'm a teenage girl

crushes: fun or fucking awful?

early greek pop tune just for you
nikos xilouris - mperde kai mperde

moma yesterday

I went to RISD this weekend to stay with Adam. It was a very nice time indeed and makes me sortof wish the work I was doing at school was more productive. The way they work is so interactive and everything he makes he can later put into his portfolio. I guess the papers I'm writing now could be theoretically put into a writing portfolio but they're all pretty awful and kindof make me wonder what I got in here for. That thought sounds sadder than I mean it to. Anyway, I went from the port authority straight to the MoMA and this is what I saw. Also, Adam and I made a stop action movie involving screws, spells and Putin and I am very curious how it turned out. BYEEE

mostly so cool

SORRY NOT COOL, SO BORING
lilla, aka mon homeboy. lit hum 1st & 2nd semester. coined phrase "if you were achilles what would YOU do?" "well i wouldn't kill people if my friend died" "you dont believe you can love a friend that much? huh, interesting"


AND YOU?

eccentricity

my friends in christ church are buying a cow for christ church meadows. apparently there's a large faction in the college's administration that's been pushing to "bring back animals."

"since it takes three years for a cow to grow, we'll buy it now, give it food and stuff and, you know, amuse it and everything. get it a little wooly hat. then when our degrees are done we're going to have an enormous feast... called the vaccanalia"

evolution of the human species

ok, so in 1999 i saw disney's "tarzan" in theatres with title track "you'll be in my heart" by sting, and tonight is saw francois truffaut's "l'enfant sauvage". what these films have in common is a young removed from society living in the wild from a very young age. suddenly civilized man comes in and interesting moral questions are raised. what is "civilization"? what is "man"? my question is what is homo erectus. both these characters insist on walking on four legs. now if i'm not mistaken homo erectus came before homo sapien. why should non verbal homo erectus walk on two legs while non verbal homo sapiens tarzan and victor do not? for tarzan there is at least some explanation because he grew up with gorillas and persumably he learned to walk from them. but for twelve year old victor there is no excuse. why is he not walking upright? i don't know. francios, please enlighten me.

(homo habilis, erectus, sapiens neathderthalis, sapien)

obama obama

My friends

I have not been updating because I have been consumed by politics. I spent the week of the NH primary going door to door in very cold weather begging, manipulating and sometimes convincing old people and lonely 40 year old men to vote for Barack Obama. What a man!!!!!!!!

I have become very good at convincing people to vote for this man. I do it 1. to feel powerful 2. to feel intelligent 3. to make him president. because I really support him.

FOR A NUMBER OF REASONS I CALL THE FOUR I'S AND ONE V. They are:

integrity

intelligence

vision

image

electability. (pronounced ilectability)

STAY TUNED FOR I #1.

HEY!

fuck this, i'm moving to england!

stand!

oh my sly i wanna sing your backup vocals