jean luc godard, Les Carabiniers, "girl militant,"(1963)

me, wag.

(minute 4:30)

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatedly) 'Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no

Inner Resources.' I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles,

Who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
(John Berryman, Dream Song 14)

There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart
só heavy, if he had a hundred years
& more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time
Henry could not make good.
Starts again always in Henry's ears
the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime.

And there is another thing he has in mind
like a grave Sienese face a thousand years
would fail to blur the still profiled reproach of. Ghastly,
with open eyes, he attends, blind.
All the bells say: too late. This is not for tears;
thinking.

But never did Henry, as he thought he did,
end anyone and hacks her body up
and hide the pieces, where they may be found.
He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody's missing.
Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up.
Nobody is ever missing.
(Dream Song 29)

alex leon and marc kremers, rainbow dripping
make your own:
http://www.marckremers.com/rainbow-dripping-2008/

How to be alone. (theory)

close your eyes,
you are in a well.
you've fallen in,
you forgot why.
this is how it is now,
you've been here once
before.

now. you can concentrate
on a pure thought,
like seeing the mouth of the well from far off
filled with light
after much time groping in the dark
which feels so close always
filling your hands with it,
pulling it close like a lover's hair
coming up with that dark air

fill your lungs, dear one
no one will hear you
scream
that name.



take your time.
feel your way.
cover yourself
with this shroud
of everything that is not
yourself
until you forget
you.


a lump of sugar
dissolving
becomes greater than itself
in expansion,
dispersion,
and you are that.

you will be here
for the billions of years
it will take
to reform you
into
a stronger crystal
with
new materials,
under a cloak of
silence.
and you will have time to
think.


soon the intimacy of that nothing
will be shed
in shades of becoming
and your body will be
remembered,
you will be reminded
of the fact of: your hands, reaching
out like a sleepwalker tentative
then your face
the weak winter sun creating
your face.
your eyes,
you can
open
when you are ready
to see.

Stephen Kane Monologue: Communal Archived Memory

8:26 AM Stephen: lilili

Stephen: XXX was good, i didnt ask about bf, i kissed her on the cheek cuz i was too scared for the lips, she was doing some thing somewherethe weird thing is she knows kinda where she is but is still all like high school about it

just an asian girl dropping acid in the eleventh grade

8:59 AM i should have been more forward

i dont know, that's the weird thing about everything

9:00 AM remember the first person that ever liked you?

how psyched you were?

even if he/she looked like they were bred in the midwest

. . . . . . . . .

9:04 AM i never told you, but when YYY found out, she came over my house hysterically screaming

threw a cellphone at my forehead

the neighbors called the cops

9:05 AM it was horrible, she was gone by the time they came, and they were just giggling like lil suburban cops

6 minutes

9:11 AM Stephen: are you still in love with people that are over?

the weird thing, it's always obviously the idea and not the person

9:12 AM like me and XXX have this archived memory of the night we met

9:13 AM magical lower east side, before they were best new music

when the album came out, i was wishing for a 7.9

anything not 8.2

9:16 AM

9:17 AM it was her birthday party last night

and i spent the entire night on the couch with this girl who had become a yankee fan two years ago

just on and on about derek jeter/ bernie williams

9:18 AM then she told me she was 20

but there's something about that age, do you remember it?

the thrill of underage abandomnet

9:19 AM i'm just going off, but i was happy yesterday

and now i'm like hyped but feeling a little less enthusiastic

9:21 AM the one thing is, i love you writing

9:22 AM i just remember reading your proust essay, the flow, and you wrote so effortlessly

remember how mads i got about your O paper you wrote in like 3 hours?

9:23 AM and your richard II paper, when paula totally ripped me apart and then collleen was just like 'steve, please try to concentrate"

honestly, shakespeare was jus' difficult

9:25 AM

brruuunch

steve kane, just keep doing you.
an irish woody allen ain't got nothin on you baby.

esteban schimpf, pussy and bubbles, 2010

mall goth tendencies

vanitas themes in contemporary art?

after:

halloween's over. go get a Cinnabon, and a new idea.

LIFE? it's cool.

some ways of looking

Dan Graham
«Cinema»

Graham’s «Cinema,» which today exists only as an architectural model, is integrated into a typical office building. The «Cinema» is located on the ground floor of a corner building, in which on the side facing the street corner a slightly curved projection screen made of two-way mirrored glass is inserted. (We see only a flat plane instead of a cylinder segment in the model.) The passerby on the street can see the film, without sound and reversed, and, depending on the lighting in the film itself (that is, depending on whether or not a film sequence is very bright) can look through the projection wall at the cinema audience. In contrast, the side walls of two-way mirror glass do not allow the passerby to see inside during a film screening, since the streets are normally more strongly lit than the interior of a cinema is by the film projection, so that the glass façade becomes a mirror from the outside. Before and after each film screening, however, the movie audience inside can be seen as it disperses or assembles anew.When light from within and outside strike the glass in equal measure, the facade is both semi-reflective and transparent. Spectators on both sides can observe both themselves, their space, and those within, observing themselves, within their own space.

via

Carolee Schneemann "Meat Joy" (1964)


Free Fridays is on hiatus but will be back, and interactive, in 2 weeks.

dear todd

breaking free

"In a forest, I have felt many times over that it was not I who looked at the forest. Sometimes I felt that the trees were looking at me, were speaking to me . . . I was there, listening . . . I think the painter must be penetrated by the universe and not want to penetrate it . . . I expect to be inwardly submerged, buried. Perhaps I paint to break out."
-Andre Marchand