Origin of Species

Just finished a refresher course in Origin of Species 101 . . . homo erection . . . erectus . . . me.

I come from the DADA . . . BUNG !

Yep . . . I’m just old dada-ista come back in the middle of the 20th Century . . . irreverent chili dog connoisseur . . . wielding eraser . . . attacking S. Dali scribble . . . testing validity . . . btw, it (the signature) was the real thing . . . but couldn’t erase the whole thing cos I might want to sell the print later . . .

Bob Rauschenberg erased a whole fucking Willem deKooning drawing . . . the whole drawing except for bits and pieces . . . framed it and became notorious for having done the unthinkable . . . went “viral” before that was a thing . . . however . . . deKooning knew wats up and gave Rauschenberg a “drawing” made up of several different mediums . . . Rauschenberg said it took him a month to complete the job . . . deKooning was probably thinking “. . . you pop art shit . . . you’re not getting off that easy.”

Pop ART vs Abstract Expressionism . . .

. . . . so much for today’s “art” lesson.

Dah doo doo doo . . .

dah dah dah dah . . . dada . . . DADA . . . uh huh.

Uh huh . . . yeh . . . I even wrote a dada-esque manifesto . . . denouncing everything sacred precious and romantic about ART . . . promoted the use of toilet paper as writing material to be used later as toilet paper . . . for wiping yer culo . . . remember this was like 60 years after Paris Kurt Schwitters Hugo Ball Picabia dada and surrealisme . . . anyway.

When I was still strolling the halls of academe I had a photography instructor who imparted a priceless bit of wisdom one evening . . . she said, “. . . don’t ever let your photography become precious . . . if you do it will turn to shit.” and to this day I still can hear her voice in my sleep “. . . it will turn to shit.”

One night . . . rather early one morning somehow Traci Lords pushed Barbara out onto the floor . . . but that dream ended abruptly when my wife said, “Dear . . . the t.v. won’t turn on.”

Here’s a snippet of the MANIFESTO . . . manifestare.

N – o . . .

nothing

immediate negation of ACCEPTED standards . . .

t.v. sequence billboard simplicity brashly insinuating fingers

subtly feeling-up subconscious recall mechanism (MECHANISM).

I am VIDALI

alter-ego villain clothed in aboriginal vestments

stepping through deadfalls of TIME/tradition

to piss in museum sanctuary

rectify wrongs w/Polaroid immediacy

documenting with OFFSET reproduction

NO conscience.

ART is death in drag

whoring In YR neighborhood.

me . . . eternally questioning validity

CREDIBILITY

with pencil eraser

attacking signature of S. DALI . . .

okay . . . shit . . . I know I posted a variation of this a few days ago but what the hell . . .

I wrote the manifestare sometime back around 1982 or 83 . . .

can’t remember if it was before or after the divorce . . . no matter . . .

ne signifie rien.

Here’s more of the rant . . .

more like Poe-M-et-tree.

On ART:

ART IS NOTHING, UNDERSTAND . . .

ART IS DEAD!!

this is NOT a MANIFESTO

it’s a good blow-job . . .

ART is a LARGE BLUE dog

SULKING . . .

skulking in pale ocean shadow

me LIFTING corner of blanket to expose

Simone

her panties . .

I am GOD . . . MACHINA

deus ex machina . . .

Romanticism is staid skirt

concealing

fluttering nympho-manic dream date

pistoning like un-governed one-cylinder engine

in & out . . . out & in,

redhot LOVER

glowing in the dark like furnace of HELL.

while GALA/MADRE

leans enticing,

NAKED . . .

precious ASS jutting

elbows on window sill

coy ankles crossed prim

dangling

VELVET slipper . . .

DALI-child shitting ANGST/ANGER

heart bleeding ruby tears

as virgin Queen SODOMIZED by big finned CADILLAC

ME in the driver’s seat

NUDGING her with chrome nose

PHALLIC Detroit masculinity . . .

SHE . . .

MONA LISA grin

over shoulder.

I believe in nothing.

End of lesson . . . you took notes?

Just saying . . . but seriously . . . did you?

Poe-M-a-tronic

The manifesto will issue forth . . .

26 Junio 1986.

N – o . . .

nothing

immediate negation of xxxxx xx ACCEPTED standards . . .

I write from the far corners of the mind

the fuzzy out-of-focus areas p

the xxxx xxxxxx tele-imaging scan line

visibility flickering within rectangular format.

t.v. sequence

billboard simplicity brashly insinuating fingers

subtly feeling-up subconscious

recall mechanism.

I am VIDALI

alter-ego villain

clothed in aboriginal vestments

stepping through deadfalls of TIME/tradition

to piss xxxx in museum sanctuary

rectify wrongs w/Polaroid immediacy

documenting OFFSET reproduction

with NO conscience.

ART is death in drag

whoring In YR neighborhood.

me eternally questioning validity

CREDIBILITY

with pencil eraser

attacking signature of S. DALI . . .

I am cry in midnight of suburban dreams

monk standing in depths of VOID

high mountain soundlessness

scattering leaves in Oktober land.

I am XXX

monkey REACHING long arm

for moon in still darkness of oily stream

SMOOTH flow

over rocks buttocks

into slow roil of river.

ZEN man

monkey child

born of mountain ether.

Candy Barr dancing DIRTY DONKEY

trip light FANTASTIC

necessary JUICE & catholic INSPIRATION

plugged tight into nether orifice

NO MORE NOTHING!!

FROM WHERE HE LAY

ON THE FLOOR

HE COULD SEE HER

HIGH HEELED SHOES

HER ANKLES

THE BLACK SEAM OF HER NYLONS

DRAWING HIS EYES

UP THE BACK

OF HER LEGS . . .

pics of my day . . .

1st things first . . . I read a Freshly Pressed post about someone who can’t decide . . . who doesn’t understand that she needs to get a life or maybe a J-O-B . . . there is no jack-of-all-trades in the art world . . . Picasso and Dali began turning out crap in the end . . . with that said, some pics of the unseen side of the pottery/ceramics industry . . . slip-cast/mold made stuff . . .

. . . reconstituting dry slip trimmings . . . some people think reconstituted clay is abomination . . . OMG !! it’s not “virgin” slip . . . sounds Japonnaise otaku moans from the cognoscenti . . . WTF ?! Anyway, some pics showing gallon jars of slip, dirty sink . . . plaster molds . . . that’s it, got to figure the rest for yo-sef !!

Next . . . relates to shipping pallets and DEMOLITION . . . I got me a Stanley FatMax EXTREME . . . it’s a freaking HAMMER nail-puller board bender pry bar combo-tool for serious DEMOLITION !! WEAR SAFETY GLASSES (spectators included) cos some serious shit will B happ-nin’ . . . even says so on the handle . . . people in flip-flops need not apply !!

. . . the big boy in its natural habitat . . .

And . . . I got a Collector’s Edition U SC Active-Camo Spartan . . . OH yeh . . . the best part was I used my Kmart “points” to buy it . . . 1/2 price . . . it ws already marked down from $14.99 to $11.24 . . . s-o-o-o . . . it cost $5.62 !! . . . unh!! For that price I may go buy 2 – 3 more . . .

. . . how was yer day ??

More Hipsta – magic. . .

“Kodot” moments . . .

a dALI-esque still life . . .

If you have the Hipstamatic app on yer iPhone or iTouch, then you don’t have time on your hands . . . You’ve seen the CM with that movie personality running around at parties snapping pics of people and things . . . like the “runway” episode where he is like stink on shit . . . all over the runway, and in people’s way . . . what a fucking punk!! . . . what I was getting at is, with the Hipstamatic in your hot little hands, you too can be obnoxious, or not, but photo ops abound, and with other camera apps and your alter ego, there’s no time to be bored . . . keep that fresh train of thought on track, shoot some “Kodot” moments and astound your audience with “XGrizzled” hipsta skills . . .

“John S” lens (included in the Hipstamatic app) and “Kodot” film setting . . . Kodat “film” also comes with the original app.

. . . and the image below is the result of the Salvador 84 lens and DreamCanvas “film” from the Dali Museum GoodPak . . .

The Dali Museum images sometimes incorporate a mirror image into the viewfinder image – like a double exposure, or some other cubist-like image fragmentation as seen in the above image. The Dali Museum is definitely “surreal”, and if you’re a student of the “arts”, impressionistic.

HIP-S-T-A MAGIC . . .

HIP-S-T-A MAGICally speaking , , ,

. . . Added the “Dali Museum GoodPak” to the Hipstamatic and here are some “kitchen” photos as seen through the Salvador 84 lens with the Dream Canvas “film” . . . lens was set at the “High Quality” mark . . .

“Still Life with Oranges and . . . ”

“Bananas”

. . . uh, oh yeh . . . “Spice containers seen from above”

. . . “Bread Rolls in Plastic”

“Cooking Utensils”

. . . if you never had the opportunity to actually “process” black and white or color film, then you probably don’t really appreciate the Hipstamatic app . . . i mean, things like “light leaks” and faux double exposures (Dali Museum GoodPak), those were results that happened by “accident”, and, to be able to reproduce the “accidents” without going through ass-breaking time in the darkroom, is just fucking MAGIC . . .!!!