Oh my! I have lots of stuff in my files that I need to unload. Its going be non sequential and all over the place.. Lets start with the future ok?
downtown Seoul Aug 2012
Yes I'm afraid its going to be one of my time traveller posts. Actually, no, I think its going to be more one of those new literary genres where you just appropriate other peoples stuff and illustrate it with random things until you kinda own it and have made it into a new thing entirely...its the future you see....
the future is bright!
"Cloud Installation" Fujiko Nakaya, 2012, 18th Biennale of Sydney
My mum commented that punters should go up to the blue mountains in winter..but hey I really liked it.
the future is uncertain
"Piccolo film decomposto" (Still) Paolo Gioli, 1986, Pompidou
So because there's quite a few photos I want you to see and because Ive been writing too many linear, rational things I have decided to pluck a few books at random from the bookcase and just slot them in and they will form the "narrative". Kinda Burroughsy..and lazy..but made slightly more interesting as its not my bookcase and most of its German..so its me and you and the authors and google translate.
Also at Biennale on Cockatoo Island but it was just cool bit of art lying around.. not in official programme.
I guess the artist is anon.
"All is vanity and vexation/
Kaila mantlepiece intstallation
between informal family, mysticism and sexuality/
Amelia Shaw Bar and Salon (detail), designer Danielle Brustman.
wind and sea had become too strong/
"Darling" he said "I like your lipstick. Its a new shade isn't it?"
shielding eyes so as not to be glamoured by sydney
I am filled with hope/
Another of anon's cool works at Cockatoo Island
"Lacrymoires" Latifa Echakhch, 2009, 18th Biennale of Sydney. Although at first looking like
exquisitely formed crack pipes these are actually vessels to catch your tears.
and their hatred
also something to do with tears...
and their envy
is now perished/
The slightest wind would blow it away/
an urge to rest/
"Croix (noire)" Kasimir Malevitch, 1915, Pompidou.
The war is indeed a misfortune
but sometimes unavoidable
"Portrait du comte St- Genois d'Anneaucourt" Christian Schad, 1927.
All of this cannot detract from the great epic beauty
we are in Berlin now..this is my front door
And the ocean lashed white/
Don't be afraid, Don't hesitate
"Elvis Presely Fans in East Berlin" Robert Lebeck, 1960
The tiger bright.
Wo Auch Immer..Wherever
The Forests. Sleep. Our bond. The new redemption.
And we rise, we rise."
Peter Handke, Ernst Junger, William Reich, Vladmir Nabakov, Jack London and not so cut out Graham Greene at the end.
Wo Auch Immer! Ha ha no more bad poems for a while I promise....maybe just some more wherever's