of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and worst by far is emotional blackmail ... the diligent practise of this subtle and ancient art creates a constantly evolving darwinistic moral vacuum in which the brightest new manipulative ideas and stratagems flourish ... and which only you, or i, can fill !
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
she used to work along the docks in southampton
ouch !
brighton racecourse
Monday, February 27, 2006
never underestimate a fellow human being
i still haven't figured out how to use links, so apologies for an untidy page
since making a couple of ( VERY SHORT ) visits to the navajo and hopi people i've tried to keep up with some of their issues & achievements via the internet
here are two nice stories, fresh today
http://www.villagevoice.com/nyclife/0609,lalli,72326,15.html
http://www.navajohopiobserver.com/main.asp?SectionID=29&SubSectionID=41&ArticleID=4699
since making a couple of ( VERY SHORT ) visits to the navajo and hopi people i've tried to keep up with some of their issues & achievements via the internet
here are two nice stories, fresh today
http://www.villagevoice.com/nyclife/0609,lalli,72326,15.html
http://www.navajohopiobserver.com/main.asp?SectionID=29&SubSectionID=41&ArticleID=4699
dialogue
i forgot to report this scene from yesterday's blood donor session ...
as i lay down on the comfy blood donors' bed, i was unable to stifle a yawn
first loud nurse ( with needle ):
"Look at him yawning !"
me:
"Sorry, its a conditioned reflex, I'll yawn whenever I lay down"
second loud nurse ( walking past with a bag of someone else's blood ):
"I bet he snores, too !"
me:
"I'm afraid it's true ! I do !"
lady donor with very husky low voice on next bed, gives a heartfelt & theatrical sigh:
"Show me a man who doesn't !"
as i lay down on the comfy blood donors' bed, i was unable to stifle a yawn
first loud nurse ( with needle ):
"Look at him yawning !"
me:
"Sorry, its a conditioned reflex, I'll yawn whenever I lay down"
second loud nurse ( walking past with a bag of someone else's blood ):
"I bet he snores, too !"
me:
"I'm afraid it's true ! I do !"
lady donor with very husky low voice on next bed, gives a heartfelt & theatrical sigh:
"Show me a man who doesn't !"
Sunday, February 26, 2006
sunday, bloody sunday !
to putney leisure centre to donate an armful of vintage O Rhesus Positive
unlike the inept & inhuman californian executioners, these professionals had no trouble finding a vein ... why can't arnie do the job himself ? ... put up or shut up !
the haemoglobin test was a success, the drop they squeezed from my finger-tip sank straight to the bottom of the tube ... must be all that chocolate
the circulation is good, too ... it only took four minutes to fill the bag ! ... must be all that cycling
unlike the inept & inhuman californian executioners, these professionals had no trouble finding a vein ... why can't arnie do the job himself ? ... put up or shut up !
the haemoglobin test was a success, the drop they squeezed from my finger-tip sank straight to the bottom of the tube ... must be all that chocolate
the circulation is good, too ... it only took four minutes to fill the bag ! ... must be all that cycling
Thursday, February 23, 2006
tapies; i can see why people like him, but it fails to connect for me
this painting is about twelve feet wide, the "ground" is yellow sand, about a quarter-inch thick, presumably mixed with glue, some of the marks were gouged into it; what does the rough "text" signify ?
i enjoy it's vigour but what puzzles me is that i can't follow the process of its creation as any kind of narrative, so is it just itself ? nothing more ?
i always imagine that stuff gets shown in galleries because it exemplifies some sort of ideal, or the opposite if it is iconoclastic
one commentator says that a tapies canvas is a gate to a spiritual dimension, but you could say that for any work of art ... almost as a universal truism of what distinguishes the artists we most value from all the others
please will some kind and patient reader explain what distinguishes this work for them from a million other pieces of outdoor graffiti ? translate him for me, please ?
perhaps it is too exclusively coded to be an enigma, so why say so little when you could say so much ?
n.b. here's a link to someone else's view of a similar painting by the artist ...
http://www.guggenheimcollection.org/site/artist_work_md_153_1.html
i enjoy it's vigour but what puzzles me is that i can't follow the process of its creation as any kind of narrative, so is it just itself ? nothing more ?
i always imagine that stuff gets shown in galleries because it exemplifies some sort of ideal, or the opposite if it is iconoclastic
one commentator says that a tapies canvas is a gate to a spiritual dimension, but you could say that for any work of art ... almost as a universal truism of what distinguishes the artists we most value from all the others
please will some kind and patient reader explain what distinguishes this work for them from a million other pieces of outdoor graffiti ? translate him for me, please ?
perhaps it is too exclusively coded to be an enigma, so why say so little when you could say so much ?
n.b. here's a link to someone else's view of a similar painting by the artist ...
http://www.guggenheimcollection.org/site/artist_work_md_153_1.html
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