the old boys network demonstrated certain admirable skills but
mostly i met it with a shrug after learning its proclivities and rites. so too
the old girls network. despite any difference in method, presumed virtues and
pragmatisms, they both claim an elitism, exuding exclusion. (revolution has been
more about revolution than anyone thought!) like all hope, things have been
oversold
it’s not
what precedes the –archy
but the –archy …
my feet are
on the ground, but only because the grave chains them there
my feet are
on the ground – or rather in it, rooted in the grave
these scholars who seem to specialize in little more than
de-essentializing and essentializing simultaneously, according to no criteria
other than ones unacknowledged and self-serving
there
are no rules
that
is how art is born
how
breakthroughs happen
go
against the rules or ignore the rules
that
is what invention is about
but this is said by one lacking challenges
in money or access to art’s hierarchies
it’s not that we disagree with her
but the conditions from which words are born change
the words
increasingly i can only speak the unspeakable
as the unspeakable can hardly be spoken i cannot speak
writing then becomes about this inability
in these nothing days
days of death voices scamper
through my distributed bod
y, chuckling scrubbing
from the guardian –
in moma’s magisterial, blockbuster show of 2012, inventing
abstraction: 1910-1925, af klint was excluded. reflex alarm at the occult seems
to have been the explanation. what was harder to fathom was curator leah
dickerman’s contention that af klint disqualifies herself by not having defined
her paintings as art. isn’t it amazing, i remark, how conservative art
historians who specialise in the radical can be?
i read
hell’s orgy
is the apotheosis of the neutral
as
hell’s orgy
is the apothecary of the neutral
which after realizing what the original is seems more evocative
the differences and similarities among the amorality of childhood,
adolescence, youth, middle age, older age … a cartography of amorality
the end-to-end costs of happiness (wellness, wealth – pick a
commonly desired state). we can only function because we relentlessly
decontextualize and then impose on this decontextualization rhetorics of holism to simulatedly compensate for our embodied splinteredness …
the growing gaps between consciousness and our singular conditions, gaps we
fill with flesh
who isn’t tired of listening to the white man? but who isn’t also
tired of listening to the human (somewhat less so than the white man?)? the few
white men i’m not tired of listening to are less white men than
things-barely-human hidden in the skin of white men. but for these
things-barely-human colour, gender (but also – class, psychic-emotional
configs, the manifold intelligences …), these skins and hidings, are just movies
one might watch twice or once –
