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Brave New Whatever

Brave/New/Whatever: a semi-public dumping ground for research and experimentation, right on the outskirts of the main drag.



Original photos and work-in-progress tagged here.

Happy May Day 

Happy May Day 

(Source: cosmarxpolitan)

In the society of the Americanization of literature the whole of storytelling presents itself as an immense accumulation of America ex Exceptiona. The stories of the world seep into the deus ex machina realism of fictional movement, and the storytellers over-extract the mechanistic instruments of collaged meta-stories which can only be representations of copies of copies of American Exceptionalist plot devices. The over-circulation of the lost American Exceptionalism as the eternal story within a story hierarchizes itself as a collective unfantasy that the device is the eternal return of our own American Exceptionalism.

— [nocaesura

No-Lollipop Motherfucker, 2013

No-Lollipop Motherfucker, 2013

Tom BurrUntitled Pink Piece, 2012Wool blanket and upholstery tacks on plywood 72 x 72 x 3 inches

Tom Burr
Untitled Pink Piece, 2012
Wool blanket and upholstery tacks on plywood 72 x 72 x 3 inches

(Source: czudej)

And if you can’t shape your life the way you want,
at least try as much as you can
not to degrade it
by too much contact with the world,
by too much activity and talk.

Try not to degrade it by dragging it along,
taking it around and exposing it so often
to the daily silliness
of social events and parties,
until it comes to seem a boring hanger-on.

“As Much As You Can” Constantine P. Cavafy (1913)  


#quittingfacebook

Elmgreen & Dragset - Powerless Structures (2002)

Elmgreen & Dragset - Powerless Structures (2002)

(Source: likeafieldmouse)

A gift from a friend to my inbox (on the occasion of my quitting Facebook)

Lana Turner has collapsed!
I was trotting along and suddenly
it started raining and snowing
and you said it was hailing
but hailing hits you on the head
hard so it was really snowing and
raining and I was in such a hurry
to meet you but the traffic
was acting exactly like the sky
and suddenly I see a headline
LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED!
there is no snow in Hollywood
there is no rain in California
I have been to lots of parties
and acted perfectly disgraceful
but I never actually collapsed
oh Lana Turner we love you get up

 

 

- Poem (Lana Turner Has Collapsed), Frank O’Hara