Blue Eveninig Glow

"Genuine honesty, assuming that this is our virtue and we cannot get rid of it, we free spirits – well then, we will want to work on it with all the love and malice at our disposal, and not get tired of ‘perfecting’ ourselves in our virtue, the only one we have left: may its glory come to rest like a gilded, blue evening glow of mockery over this aging culture and its dull and dismal seriousness!"

(Nietzsche on virtue, Beyond Good and Evil, §227)

That Blue Light

I wonder if it has a name and if the name was just black light
then mornings, early nights, parking lot landings
shower curtain, piece of paper-by my trailer
were all but disappeared
were everywhere but there

paque-te-vela colored pastel

(wrapped in 10 times tissue
who told me the arch was the first bomb
it not only connected but protected
black with light
empolvados, principes y merengues pegados)

I couldn't scratch this surface beyond
asking what's dis called before it has

interference, splash.

Australooking so, so, good.

Chinese Scale: From Zero to long-lived debris

Zero by Effie Wu (thank you Richard The)







".... China deliberately destroyed a satellite in a healthy orbit for
the purpose of testing an active ASAT capability. It destroyed the
satellite at an altitude of over 800 kilometers, resulting in thousands
of pieces of long-lived orbital debris that could remain in orbit for
over a century. Furthermore, China conducted its ASAT test in secret,
without notifying other nations of the risk to other nations’ space
assets that would be generated by its actions..."

-2008 USA fragment from the "Brunt Frost Communications Plan" on China's January 2007
"engagement"

Sonnet 107

"Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul,
Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come,
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured,
And the sad augurs mock their own presage,
Incertainties now crown themselves assured,
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
Now with the drops of this most balmy time,
My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes,
Since spite of him I'll live in this poor rhyme,
While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes.
And thou in this shalt find thy monument,
When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent."


Shakespeare

I remembered

Actually, I just remembered. It was LaChapelle!!! -and who can argue with that- he really came up with the entire Unicorn family, the guy invented Hot Pink. He walks the line of posthuman like no-one. He is more than the icing in the cake... he is the Wedding cake of Washington DC' Capitol wall papered inside Washington DC's Capitol. Damn I could go on and on.
"good taste is the last ditch-stand of the artist" McLuhan aproximated that thought here, as he visualized just about every single thing we talk about today. Cool.
LaChapelle. Wait, why is he not the first thing in my head when I make the what's-the-point call. He is AmAzinG, just not quite my type? there is why I forgot...

"Good taste is the end of Art"...said someone

and I am not so sure I agree.



Assuming (Vito Acconci taught me to use this word) we all know Taste is Subjectivity’s BFF, assuming we are not talking about art as relational aesthetics and assuming we anyway are somewhat on the same page, Imma press some buttons-

Looking through works by my favorite visual and musical artists at the moment I stop and realize, the stuff is rather ugly, it is not what you want to have around, it has a different function- it is definitely in movement- it is more like stuff that is worth studying, that makes you curious because you are not acquainted with the experience you are having with it, difference is what feeds the imagination.
Good taste takes itself too seriously. Bad taste at least can be funny.

The End of Art. That means if we manage to surround ourselves with pleasantly arranged things, elegant and beautiful combinations, we have succeeded in stomping over the possibility for change, for communication, expression, movement- that means we have killed the only hope for hope, i.e. Art.
Rough edges are more like Art than clean ones. Clean-edge sounds like scientology, like they leave a trail of the inert and go by their alien ways unchecked.

When you start a painting the last thing is the sofa. If the sofa were in the mind, then that would be the subject matter.

Everyone is constantly elaborating on codes. But the most boring party is the one where everyone wears black.

Costumes are great because they are ridiculous. Bad taste is definitely Art.

The thing is good taste is well like drinking really icy cold champagne, it tastes good.

It tastes good to stand in front of a room filled with Joelle Tuerlinckx’ souvenirs. She has such an icy cold champagne way to converse with space and with the stuff, she establishes clear relationships, no matter how minute. She reminds me that life is like a drawing, just a thing with things on it. The relationships in her works are much like leaves on a tree seem to touch the sky.

The only thing with her, is the one time I heard her speak, she was way too apologetic. Whoops Tangent-
Art, just a major magnetic second.

That Shakespeare Queen from Hamlet, in rushing someone said ”more matter with less art!” That really made a strong impression on me. I guess that is why I liked the McLuhan quote. Art IS ornament, extravagance and moving circles around bushes. Art feels like prose style more than story… or eloquence over sofa, just the whole chinese town over Isabella Blow's head.

Big Boat

This one day I woke up to a new reality. It felt like "big boat", so I looked it up and found this.

Mona Lisa

Enrique Metinides photo.

oh wow...Mona Lisa from the other angle

(I was not supposed to find this picture so intriguing. It even has a light-post,,,,,from now on I am posting lightly mf)