regret has been creeping all over me nonetheless
despite all my cultural production
despite having a fun studio visit with Slava Mogutin and Brian Kenney last night::
they are one of the first studio visits to request i bring patrick along
i loved it!
so did pat
brian made these on old SHOOTING TARGETS like that you shoot at at a range or something
there were some with dogs, some that looked like cops, some that were holding like a caulking gun (presumably you werent supposed to shoot those) guys holding children, etc
photo slava took at Christiania, lawless zone, selfgoverend region of 850 inhabitants in Copenhagen
this is the flag of christiania
cute i was just looking up rimbaud and verlaine photos, reading a new biography of him that made him seem like quite a jerk, sympathizing with the terrorized Verlaine seduced by tilleuls vert and then googling tilleuls to remember it was spelled thus: tilleuls
a project from blackbook
is that a pun?
i wonder what slava’s poems sounded like in russian
brian is doing this really sweet project defacing/reconstituting this psychobabble novel into something awesome
we looked at I BE AREA on youtube and SSION and SIA putting pantyhose on her fase and youtube party! sometimes it is
slava told us he long ago attended state dinners uninvited and stood on tables naked pissing on russian writers
brian told us of some sad drunk guy lost his fingers falling onto a smoking gate
we bemoaned the depletion of the “scene” from hard drugs
je m’en vais au vent mauvais qui m’emporte deca dela pareil a la feuille morte
why am i so poetical? and sentimental today?
why do they put poems like this on the subway?
Les saglots longs
Blessent mon couer
Et blÃªme, quand
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
Et je pleure
Et je m’e vais
Au vent mauvais
DeÃ§Ã , delÃ ,
Pareil Ã la
seriously why do they want to make me cry
no one wants to talk about my purse FINE anyone wanna talk about jake being back in nyc?
we met him at ANNEX to see thingie and then went to CAKE SHOP to see more thingie
anyone wanna talk about anything? maybe people are just plain talked out
cory should do a piece where he studies the number of “art talks” and finds commonalities in their topics. or searches all the art press releases from, like, 2008, and make a spreadsheet of the most commonly used words
this year has been
pop punk ham-fisted veritÃ© naÃ¯f raw abject absurd adumbrated spastic supersaturated gloss
i didnt realize lead singer guy was former VICE head
he was awesome!
80s metal cover band
who can be depressed and poetical when there are people to shove???
actually that was the weird souce of my ennui was feeling bad for being a BULLY recently
this dumb guy burnt one of my LIVE THROUGH THIS books while he was installing a SWOON exhibition downstairs and he wanted to be in the IT AINT FAIR this year and i blew up at tim barber saying fuck that guy no way will i let some shitface hater in a project of mine
being the “tough” and “honor-loving” woman that i am not
and the guy apologized, to which i sent him a very angry and un-forgiving reply
and then i couldnt sleep that night wondering why i am so unable to properly maintain honor-related boundaries, wondering why i look up to those can and do, but am totally incapable of doing it myselt, that i just want to forgive people always and hug and not care that they insulted me or my friends and just forget about it
why am i talking about this i am being a freak
this weird squabble touched on deep upsetting issues unrelated to the squabs
PATRICK mi NOVIO mi carino, mon petit chou, mon petit, quelle dommage, que mono, que suerte!
when my brain is off it plays these records
au secous au rebours au recherche du temps perdu au lait au revoir
aux folles aux armes citroyens bateauxxxx chausettes choux prolux choucroute chouffle ccharmonix
oaxaca ixtapa last night slava said what am i, the triple X triple A? it took me a second
i dont care
On n’est pas sÃ©rieux, quand on a dix-sept ans.
â€”Un beau soir, foin des bocks et de la limonade,
Des cafÃ©s tapageurs aux lustres Ã©clatants!
â€”On va sous les tilleuls verts de la promenade.
Les tilleuls sentent bon dans les bons soirs de juin!
L’air est parfois si doux, qu’on ferme la paupiÃ¨re;
Le vent chargÃ© de bruits,â€”la ville n’est pas loin,â€”
A des parfums de vigne et des parfums de biÃ¨reâ€¦
â€”VoilÃ qu’on aperÃ§oit un tout petit chiffon
D’azur sombre, encadrÃ© d’une petite branche,
PiquÃ© d’une mauvaise Ã©toile, qui se fond
Avec de doux frissons, petite et toute blancheâ€¦
Nuits de juin! Dix-sept ans! On se laisse griser.
La sÃ¨ve est du champagne et vous monte Ã la tÃªteâ€¦
On divague; on se sent aux lÃ¨vres un baiser
Qui palpite lÃ , comme une petite bÃªteâ€¦
Le coeur fou Robinsonne Ã travers les romans,
â€”Lorsque, dans la clartÃ© d’un pÃ¢le rÃ©verbÃ¨re,
Passe une demoiselle aux petits airs charmants,
Sous l’ombre du faux-col effrayant de son pÃ¨reâ€¦
Et, comme elle vous trouve immensÃ©ment naÃ¯f,
Tout en faisant trotter ses petites bottines,
Elle se tourne, alerte et d’un mouvement vifâ€¦
â€”Sur vos lÃ¨vres alors meurent les cavatinesâ€¦
Vous Ãªtes amoureux. LouÃ© jusqu’au mois d’aoÃ»t.
Vous Ãªtes amoureux.â€”Vos sonnets La font rire.
Tous vos amis s’en vont, vous Ãªtes mauvais gout.
â€”Puis l’adorÃ©e, un soir, a daignÃ© vous Ã©crire!â€¦
â€”Ce soir-lÃ ,â€¦â€”vous rentrez aux cafÃ©s Ã©clatants,
Vous demandez des bocks ou de la limonadeâ€¦
â€”On n’est pas sÃ©rieux, quand on a dix-septs ans
Et qu’on a des tilleuls verts sur la promenade.
fucking shit i forgot these:
pee pee boss
and i was so excited about this bunny one for terence