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Thursday - July 12, 2007politiciaShelly Silver.. stop acting like a 5- year old. Same to you, Mr. Bruno. All anti-congestion folks... yes, I see your point, but come on. We need cameras, we need less traffic, this is a good thing. Stop making this about ego and power. And start thinking about the people that put you in office. We need better public transport. Oh, I could go on, and be way more potent about it, but I've other things on my mind.. am going to bed now. Friday - April 06, 2007Nashville Skyline Rag, RevisitedOut of meaning, importance, and love.. and, of
course, only a tiny smidgeon of defiance*..
I took my manhattan uniform on a field trip today. ...we went to nashville. (I retroactively bought a terra-pass.) I think it held up well, though a button did fall off my coat. Seriously, more on this later, I have many notes to transcribe from the backs of receipts. But now my eyes are so heavy I can barely see the screen.. and so many brooklyn errands to run tomorrow.. Sunday - December 03, 2006Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going?(to borrow from
Gaugin.)
I'm going back to the studio, now, after a nice 40 hour respite from painting. But, thought I would post a link to the Vanderbilt Fine Arts Gallery exhibitions website, where, if you scroll down a bit, there is some evidence of what I've been up to, and where I've been going with this. I also updated (more to come) the Artwork home and drawings. That's that for now. A la prossima. Wednesday - November 15, 2006Deja VuThis is reminiscent -- way too strongly -- of my
high school experience, on
so many
levels. And, more likely than not, not in the most pleasant of ways.
 That is all for tonight. Wednesday - October 25, 2006Multiple discernible realitiesUnbelievable.
This is the ultimate sign of the times: not only does the American public get more political information and truth from watching fake news and fake pundits, but now we also get substantive foreign/military policy discussions -- and actionable, pragmatic planning -- from mock government institution meetings and war games. (I'll post articles after the jump.) (The IU study of TDS I linked to ("public info", above) is worth a read, too.) I don't know what the final shoe will look like -- the limits of my imagination have already been stretched thin -- but I'm sure it when it does drop into the Imelda Marcos-ian pile, it will be a most spectacular thing to experience. Were it that the first Dadaists had lived to witness 21st century America, they would surely be proud. [On a slightly related note: Iraqis have picked up the trend, with their own version of "The Daily Show", of sorts.] ..................................................................
DADA knows everything. DADA spits everything out. "The aide said that guys like me were "in what we call the reality-based community," which he defined as people who "believe that solutions emerge from your judicious study of discernible reality." ... "That's not the way the world really works anymore," he continued. "We're an empire now, and when we act, we create our own reality. And while you're studying that reality—judiciously, as you will—we'll act again, creating other new realities, which you can study too, and that's how things will sort out. We're history's actors . . . and you, all of you, will be left to just study what we do." --- unnamed WH aide quoted in Ron Suskind's 2004 NYT Magazine piece "Without a Doubt". From Hugo Ball's Dada manifesto: "Just a word, and the word a movement. Very
easy to understand. Quite terribly simple. To make of it an artistic tendency
must mean that one is anticipating complications. Dada psychology, dada Germany
cum indigestion and fog paroxysm, dada literature, dada bourgeoisie, and
yourselves, honoured poets, who are always writing with words but never writing
the word itself, who are always writing around the actual point. Dada world war
without end, dada revolution without beginning, dada, you friends and
also-poets, esteemed sirs, manufacturers, and evangelists. Dada Tzara, dada
Huelsenbeck, dada m'dada, dada m'dada dada mhm, dada dera dada, dada Hue, dada
Tza.
How does one achieve eternal bliss? By
saying dada. How does one become famous? By saying dada. With a noble gesture
and delicate propriety. Till one goes crazy. Till one loses consciousness. How
can one get rid of everything that smacks of journalism, worms, everything nice
and right, blinkered, moralistic, europeanised, enervated? By saying dada."
and from Wikipedia: "The Dada philosophy is the sickest, most
paralyzing and most destructive thing that has ever originated from the brain of
man." Art historians have described Dada as being, in large part, "in reaction
to what many of these artists saw as nothing more than an insane spectacle of
collective homicide." Years
later, Dada artists described the movement as "a phenomenon bursting forth in
the midst of the postwar economic and moral crisis a savior, a monster, which
would lay waste to everything in its path. [It was] a systematic work of
destruction and demoralization...In the end it became nothing but an act of
sacrilege." Reason and logic had led people into the horrors of war; the only
route to salvation was to reject logic and embrace anarchy and the
irrational."
Goodnight, day! Monday - September 25, 2006And..OK, so I've been drawn in not just by environmental
news. I'm getting back into foreign affairs lately, too -- FA and their domestic
implications. Hey, midterms are coming up, I get sucked into the buzz just like
everyone else.
I think this is quite perfect. Game, set, match. Monday - August 21, 2006Finally..The New York Times must have hired a new person in
the last 6 months, because their coverage of Nashville is finally starting to
get up to speed. Hence this article today about the Music Row
Democrats..
Well done. Glad to see you folks getting some things right. Now, Ford for Tennessee! Sunday - July 23, 2006Listening to the ocean.I've decided. (Someone please hold me to
this.)
I've got a novel in me. I've been thinking about it really intensely, but quietly, these last few months. It needs to be written before I can move on. So. I want to move somewhere in the world for 2 months and write it. Quit everything, and write it. This is the first time I have publicly announced this desire -- and need. Someone hold me to it. Don't let me fall into complacency and NashMolasses. Suggestions? Wednesday - July 05, 2006Texas really is its own country.
Greetings from Austin, Texas. What a beautiful drive from New Orleans. More to come. I didn't go to West Memphis or Slidell, but I thought I'd include the above picture for posterity's sake. Sunday - July 02, 2006Day 1has been wonderful, in its quirky, American way
(more on this Americanness later; I was pondering in the car. Note to self: get
a tape recorder.) The perfect blend of anticipation, disappointment, unexpected
pleasures, and quiet, honest, moderately profound talks with semi-strangers.
All in all, a good balance to strike, as far as setting a tone goes. From here on out, all traveling roadshow thoughts pictures will be posted here [updated 7/17]. At least that's the plan. It's been a long, long day/night; thus, goodnight from a farm in North Canton, Yazoo County, Mississippi. Wednesday - June 28, 2006Westward, ho.Leaving in a few days for my cross-country road
trip.
It's funny, I was feeling icky about coming back down here and starting off this trip, because things have been going so well for me in NY, but I'm not regretting it as much anymore, now that I have a map in front of me. I landed (finally) last night, got back to my apartment, and had the urge, out of nowhere, to listen to a song of Lucinda Williams', called 'Joy'. I'm posting the lyrics below, although you should really listen to it yourself, as it makes more sense when heard, especially her 'Live at the Fillmore' version. As it were, she decided to play this song during a show she did in Nashville a few years ago after she was informed that Al and Tipper were in the audience -- and dedicated it to them. Hell of a show, that was. Anyway. Lyrics below the jump. (Oh, and her song 'Righteously'... yeah. Amen.) More, I promise, later. Tuesday - June 06, 2006An imbalance of powerI've been getting this inexplicable thrill from
walking through, and, more importantly, being a part (although mis-placed, as
far as our neighbors go) of the Park Avenue Midtown Financial District. It's
one of the largest open spaces of unrestricted ego grazing, IB posturing,
superficial Darwinistic Capitalism bastion places ever. Perhaps that's why I
enjoy it -- I like to watch how everyone interacts, according to all the
intellectual, social, socio-political-economic-anthropologica-sexual models.
(Because, indeed, it's quite fun.)
But, secretly, I feel as though this part of me that never existed before, it's like my inner investment banker (oh god, what a horrendous thought!!!) comes out when I'm pounding that pavement in my heels. And even without heels, it's such a striptease runway, especially for women. If you are a woman in a suit walking down that mile, well, shit. More on this later. I need to sit out and watch a bit more to put this statement in its proper context, but. It's so ridiculously palpable. Monday - May 01, 2006Another Giant Passes.RIP-AiA, to Jane Jacobs. Rest in Peace, And in
Action.
Sustainability and biodiversity, (even in vast metropoli) -- are happening, (albeit slower than you and I would hope for) and your words, observations, and strongly-held principles are an inspiration and motivation to change the American landscape. It was, and is, your belief in the power of integration and of neighborhood socio-political-economic-occupational diversity that has, in turn, informed and validated my own belief system, and constitutes a large chunk of what I am currently thinking about, ie, the contemporary American landscape, with all its psycho-social, etc. etc. implications. Indeed, your writings changed me, and propelled me into new thoughtscapes about the zeitgeist and also questions about nationhood, and my identity as an American... oh, so much to say, and I'm forgetting much of it. But, To A Giant, thank you for your life, for making your brain accessible, and for fighting for what, I believe, you and I both conceive of as the true American spirit and soul. Monday - April 24, 2006Vokeation, indeed.A link to published pictures, both from empty and
full gallery space. Some from Friday, some from other times. Will be posting
more in coming days, I'm going to make a whole website about the project and its
process (as documented by photographs and random commentary.) But, I haven't
truly, deeply slept in over a month, and I'm headed to New York for a few days,
so it might take me longer to update than I would hope. Also, need some serious
downtime. Even though the paintings aren't really done, according to me.
So, cheers for now. Thursday - April 20, 2006I think I'm finished. I'm not sure, though.I can't really stay away, though. It's like some
variation of Stockholm Syndrome. Or a reversal of it. The more time I spend with
the paintings, the more I hate them. That didn't happen when I painted
landscapes. Damnit. Oh well.
Show opens in 36 hours. I've been running on adrenaline all day. I literally cannot stay away from the studio. This is ridiculous. Someone stop me. Anyway. This will serve as the last defacto post mentioning media snippets. All updates will be linked to this one. Expect a serious time out (or maybe I will come back, who knows?) from me, as I have the tendency to go through a post-partum type thing. I have no idea what I'm going to be doing with myself once this is over. Oh, right. Driving across the country. But still, I am already feeling like once again I am leaving Nashville with no closure. Although I'm not technically leaving. (Oh shush, Kate, finish your drink, and go to bed. Big day tomorrow.) Okay. Cheers for now. Shout out from The Tennessean. Piece on NPR. (jump down fo mo rambles) Thursday - April 13, 2006Artistry...is to be found in late nights at Cohen. Elegance
sans florescence, pristine moonlight, the company of like
souls.
.... I'm going to sincerely miss working in Cohen -- for me, three years now -- when all of this is over. ... Anyway, that said, David Maddox's article about the project appeared today in the Nashville Scene. Here's a link. More media (we hope!) to follow. Bedtime for bonzo. Got to "get r done," as they say, in the next four days. I know I'm a deadline-lastminutecrunch kind of gal, but seriously... yikes. Fingers crossed!! Thursday - March 30, 2006FYI[UPDATED
4/3]
What I've been up to. More to follow. I promise. Further info here. And, here's a picture, I wish I had a bigger version of it, but.  When the newspaper and radio bits air, will link to them as well. All very exciting....but I really should be in the studio. And so, I'm off... Monday - March 27, 2006Truth in action
Spinster
Now this particular girl During a ceremonious april walk With her latest suitor Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck By the bird's irregular babel And the leaves' litter. By this tumult afflicted, she Observed her lover's gestures unbalance the air, His gait stray uneven Through a rank wilderness of fern and flower; She judged petals in disarray, The whole season, sloven. How she longed for winter then!- Scrupulously austere in its order Of white and black Ice and rock; each sentiment within border, And heart's frosty discipline Exact as a snowflake. But here - a burgeoning Unruly enough to pitch her five queenly wits Into vulgar motley- A treason not to be borne; let idiots Reel giddy in bedlam spring; She withdrew neatly. And round her house she set Such a barricade of barb and check Against mutinous weather As no mere insurgent man could hope to break With curse, fist, threat Or love, either. -Sylvia Plath Friday - March 24, 2006MIA....per usual. But, an explanation of sortsSo all I really do these days is paint, look at
what I painted, drink wine to see new things and get new ideas about the things
I'm painting, and sleep. I try to watch tivo'ed Daily Shows and Colbert Reports
when I get home from doing all these things, which usually happen at night, but
I'm normally too tired.
The show -- did I ever explain why I'm back in Nashville? oh well, later, but it's not for the Hamblet show -- opens in four weeks. The work has to be done a few days before that. And you know how I am with deadlines...... Anyway, below the fold is a shot from a typical latenight Cohen session. I'll be back to writing (and maybe posting all these entries I started but haven't finished -- the unpublished posts folder is starting to look like my 30-something-deep email draft box. Yikes.) But that's where I've been. So, cheers for now. Wednesday - March 01, 2006VivaDon't know if this should be filed under Actions,
Trends, Words, Ideas, or Queries, but I'm trying to steel my resolve, of sorts,
so I'm filing it under actions.
I'm thinking about fomenting a revolution. Ask Erika J. re:. She's quite brilliant herself. More to come. |
