September 2010
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Aaaahhhrrt. say it again.
Despite the amount of time I spend being “all about the Art” — see previous post
I actually think “Fuck Art” (Art with a capital A).
These things (formerly known as Art objects) don’t need the hallowed name of Art to justify their existence.
“Why is there a load of bricks lying around on gallery floor?”
“That’s no load of bricks Sir,...
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A Self Indulgent Post
People criticise some artists as self indulgent (“self indulgent wankers” etc.).
I’m like “they’re artists, they’re supposed to be self indulgent”.
There is no compulsion to listen.
If people aren’t interested they’ll ignore, if they are then they’ll pay attention.
This is how mass media caricatures, stereotypes “the...
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Seeing if this will work, here’s another...
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I was bored (and not quite sober). I made up/wrote...
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Wall
A wall plots out the idea of protection into the world,
As a line that keeps things in, keeps things out,
It’s the boundary that separates domains
And also is where separate things meet, they touch.
A wall is a limit and an interface
It functions as your skin beyond your body.
(Skin is where you end and “out there” begins)
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Time and again I realise I’ve fundamentally misunderstood myself.
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A blog is like a journal, like an ongoing newspaper column. Comments like letters to the ed.
If the post is the meat, comments are flies.
Publishing, broadcasty.
Taking a physical medium and attempting to replicate it on net.
Traditional media is right now is still enamoured of the infinite reproducibility, duplication.
Seeing it as some kind of super printing press/xerox machine.
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Hypertext links in any text whether clicked or not sit there and imply the existence of other texts. Other voices are behind this door.
