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Thus were born tangles of the basement on St. Mark's Place or videotaped, when Haring almost pierced the monitor surface with his face and mouth. Untitled of 1984 is invaded by a legion of demons and dragons with ramified bodies in the shape of bats or serpents, with the claws or tails of reptiles - half-beast, half-human animals with twofold bodies that devour or copulate, killing and castrating other hybrid creatures.
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Likely there was no conversation. Who invited herself along. His line of thought must have been something like "I seriously doubt their fictional conversation in the boat would have went beyond any of her ramblings as echoed in the forest while walking to the lake." It was probably a very dull and quiet day on that boat. Nothing beyond the occassional "Pass me another worm" or something like that.
BOB THE FROG (a story by ida raines, age six)
Once there was a frog named Bob. A movie maker came to him to ask him to be in a movie. He said "OKAY" and the movie started. Bob was hopping down the street with a wolf until he said "I have to pee." The movie maker said "CUT!" and Bob peed. He started hopping again with the wolf until a few minutes later he said "I have to poop." The movie maker said "CUT!" and Bob pooped. Then he started hopping again. Then five minutes later he said "I have to puke." The movie maker said "CUT! YOU'RE FIRED!" into his megaphone. Bob hopped back to the forest.
While I can't read the rants written in Japanese on 2channel, and I don't understand Japanese law, this doesn't seem to be about copyright or trademark so much as respect. One of the remarkable things about stories like this is that even cultures of anonymity (such as 2channel) and appropriation (such Shift_JIS art) can be outraged when their images or traditions are in turn appropriated.
THANKSGIVING
"thanks for coming to someplace you didn't really want to be."
"In 1623, the New World had been rationed into forests, clams, corn, wheat, beans and an abundant harvest of Indian sickness. So many lives had now experienced famine. I, your magistrate, do render thanksgiving for the persectuion of the blessed. Worship God, men and women, for his harvest is plentiful. Leave your jobs, your homes and your communities to escape earthly blessings. Decimate the populations of our Heavenly Father and rejoice in the suffering of other countries. We have all eternity to access this information, of which the most precious gift of all is recorded in John 3:16: "For God so loved Himself, one thousand six hundred and twenty-three times, rendering everything we see including persectuion and interference from the government. How can we ever thank him enough?"
The challenging question for me is not the struggle among different ways of interpreting women's lives and the ecosystem, or the reductionism of theories, but the destruction of life while we are discussing the theories. No, I am not against theories but I suspect that some discussions are reinforcing more of the patriarchal logic of capitalism than a real alternative way of life.
COME AS YOU ARE
"i tried to play 'come as you are' on your guitar but it was way out of tune" he said to me from the door way to my room as i listened to a noisy magik markers recording.
"did you try to tune it?" i said.
"no." he looked at me sideways.
"good. that's my special tuning."
"special tuning? the bottom string's so loose."
"yeah, that's C#. down from E."
"didn't you have to turn it a long way to get down there?"
"nah. it's not that far."
it doesn't take much skill to play crazy music, he said. it doesn't take any at all. i don't want much to do with skill, i told him. just fun. sometimes skill can increase fun, but i don't think you need skill to have fun.
We discuss to understand or reinterpret life but sometimos we are not trying to find concrete ways to go beyond the ecological crisis that is killing millions of humans and other beings. It seems to me that feminism can't be tempted by masculine and competitive theories, which are in love with themselves, without searching for structural reform theories and actions towards justice. We need to go beyond competition in order to make posible another world.
BITROT
i found that once i tire of sharing the layers i still need that fix, like my bass teacher when he smokes only half the cigarette for lack of time or attention span and puts it out in the ashtray.. the fix of sharing in some form those layers, it is so addictive. we seem to live in a time when that sharing is becoming more and more accessible, more and more point-and-click.
so i keep doing it, with blogs and interacting with complete strangers, i love the anonymity, the layers pour out of me, i need an outlet always. i can't write enough and i can't communicate enough. i can't find enough perspectives to unload the suffering into. i can't wear enough masks. i had a conversation today about survivalists and the displacement of raw physical power into digital world and how that fear/desire is still there in our bodies waiting. pretty scary conversation but i *need* those, even if they are so intense, i need those multiple viewpoints. i am addicted to the fragmented personality i am addicted to being multifaceted. communication is my cigarette.
some people prefer to point-and-click kill in digital world..i prefer to communicate, killing is boredom, that young man i spoke to today was profoundly bored, i could see it in his eyes. maybe i am too maybe this is why i keep communicating. i don't think boredom is so bad. it's preferable to killing.
Academia has its advantages, but one of its problems is that the published paper is a form of prayer.