Thursday, September 18, 2003

i have not lost track of the fact that this is the chapter of the blog of the empire of dr. bienke dedicated to the consideration of mrs. montoya. i'm sort of stalling because considering mrs. montoya takes us to sex and the computer environment i don't find very sexy. i have not lost track of my 'coloring of a lion'/ 'evocation of leo castelli'. it lives on my broken sewing machine but some day - oh, i swear it - it shall star on e-bay and will go for probably a dollar and ninety-nine cents. my children, it'll be a good buy. you wanna make sure it's your dollar and ninety-nine cents. "baghdad-on-the-subway." - an o. henry description of new york. dale, i feinted the move but now shall commit: i think it's emerson that we want to talk about. "emerson inaugurated the prophetic tradition in american letters." i read suchlike in a book yesterday. i'm guessing i could find earlier exemplars. glossolalia and prophecy do not, obviously, originate in america. but didn't we determine the defining styles? yessir. give me an amen. BAGHDAD ON THE SUBWAY. o. henry did time in texas. here in the dawn of the twenty first century that's a question you gotta ask yourself of prophets: how much time he do in texas? let that midnight special shine it's light on me. 3:47:12 PM    comment []

debra ramsay in her paintings is considering 'layered knowlege'. she and dr. dre and all the rest of us scientists of memory. debra is sort of in the middle of josh and me. josh is considering layered knowlege but he does so within some strange renaissance movie he's running in his head. truly josh is on the artisanal path my brother mouse would be seeming to contemplate. when josh gets situated i'm gonna suggest to mouse that he and tamsin go down there and he and josh can get reverential about representationalism togther. josh and juliet and tamsin and matthew in some italian bistro is a conceptual piece already autographed in my mind. should it occur i hold copyright. it would be nice if simba were there. i'm worried about simba. when debra traps bits of braille and old thread, it's cool, but trapping seeds worries me a little. do seeds have life? do seeds want to be trapped in wax? sometimes maybe, sometimes maybe not? because where i don't want to end up is at larry gagosian's with that horrible damien hirst dead fly thing. 3:04:51 PM    comment []

jasper johns worked in encaustic but i should guess the wax he used was not of the quality of that used by debra ramsay. she uses beeswax and the significant plus here is that beeswax is a medium not so poisonously noxious as, say. the leftover housepaint i've been working in. maybe. bees have to live in the same poisons we do. how they metabolize them who knows? in beeswax may lurk the plague that ends evolution's cul de sac human experiment. the thing about pop music, starlight, is that we begin to worry that the machines we use to make it are full of all sorts of sonic pollution that mess up our brains. the medium is the message. the medium is poisoness. eek. the novelist r. paul andeson and a friend of friend of paul's and i all went to the whitney one afternoon. this was before beth worked there. on one floor was the retrospective of that guy who does bathtubs full of ink. "why is this art?" asked paul's friend's friend. "because it's here," i responded but i don't think i was believed. later, in the park, paul's friend's friend (and he was a nice boy. he worked as a legal secretary in san francisco and identified himself as a socialist) he told us of visiting costa rica and staying in a primitive resort there for the purpose of rediscovering 'the natural' through contemplation of the jungle. "the only electricity in the whole place came from two solar panels which they used to run the record player. isn't that neat?" (he volunteered for numerous causes and mentored inner city children) quin: "record player? you mean like a record player record player? with vinyl?" "well no, i guess it was probably a c.d. player," paul's friend's friend responded. "so what'd they play?" quin asks querelously. "i don't know... sixties pop... hippy music.." to my eye some people have very curious notions of escaping modernity. 2:25:33 PM    comment []

joshua has left for italy by now and i did not get to see him or the beautiful juliet and i never asked what was going on with simba. i shall worry. when you have money you have no time. when you have time you have no money. i hate this life. starlight, yesterday i went to the opening of debra ramsay's show at the arsenal in central park. debra traps things in encaustic. if you appear to me here in my hermitage on the upper east side before october 23rd when it comes down why starlight i shall take you to this show and afterwards we can have tea at quadronno (you'll pay) and if its a wednesday we can go play amy hills' open mic at DTUT. i can sneer at jon berger for his silly maintenance of anti-folk dreams. 'encaustic' is painting with wax. it's that melted crayon thing. paint = ground up colored stuff (pigment) in a medium. the medium is pliable - so you can work it - and then it hardens, through evaporation or cooling. i think leo castelli had passed before you appeared starlight, but it was leo castelli and his then wife illeana(sp?) sonnabend that broke jasper johns (carrying his boyfriend robert rauschenberg (sp?) along sort of as an afterthought) and jasper johns a voodoo king for sure because david geffen ponied up six million dollars for a jasper johns i'd put in the garage. did i mention i hate PopStars (tm)? did i mention that i feel colosally (sp?) cheated by the PopIndustry (tm)? six million dollars. we have the technology. 1:21:18 PM    comment []

"hire a murderer to stop the killing." - wesley clark. there was a think piece in the new republic ( i passed it in a library and the headline seduced me - i'm not suggesting you subscribe to the motherfucker) that had it: american elites fear killing, the american masses fear only losing. the american masses are by definition losers. that was already old knowlege when punk bands started playing it. and that was thirty fucking years ago. did i mention that i am really bored.? my whole life society has been stuck in punk mode. AMERICANS ARE LOSERS!!!*&%$!! WE"RE ALL LOSERS!!!*%^$#!! LOSER LOSER !&#(!!! FUCK YOU OLYMPIA!!!&^%$*!!!...... y'all get that? could we move on? but it ain't seeming it ever gonna happen...(mostly i carry on in the dim hope of being surprised).... we got on the one hand (dean) a disenchanted  agent of the ruling classes and we have on the other hand (clark) a disenchanted agent of the military industrial complex. is it going to church made all you my countryman so terribly stupid? is it the protestantism? i really want to know. 11:59:00 AM    comment []