Sunday, March 30, 2008
Likewise, friendship, love and fidelity endure despite behaviour- if we love something- we love it- without expectation- we usually know where the thorns are, hidden or not.
As Wally used to say in "Leave it to Beaver," when asked by Ward what it was he saw in his friend Eddie Haskell: "Gee, Dad, I know Eddie's a creep, but some one's gotta be his friend."
Friday, March 28, 2008
As resources become more scarce- as living spaces become more crowded- the car should become a means to an end, a tool, a utilitarian, functional conveyance. Maybe we could make them slower, lighter, more energy inefficient. An automobile designed for practicality, inexpensiveness, and maximum efficiency would look nothing like what we have today. Of course, we would lose the pride of ownership in our vehicles- but this is probably what must happen to continue to sustain our need to get from point A to point B.
Another feature of a revolution in personal transportation systems would be the dramatic shift in geopolitical power. The problems in the Middle East would suddenly become uninteresting to the developed world.
Short term transitional habits could include the imposition of a National 55 MPH speed limit- followed by engineering cars that would not be able to exceed this speed; Pricing automobiles at a rate such that it would be desirable and cost-effective to keep and maintain them for twenty years, or more; returning to an environment where the States emphasized the "privilege" aspect of licensing as opposed to the "right" of it. This could be accomplished by more stringent licensing requirements designed to reduce the number of drivers in private vehicles.
The bad news is that public transportation in much of America is simply never going to work, at least not in the next 50 to 100 years. Living and working patterns have developed in such a dispersed way so as to make mass-transit impractical for the economy to continue to function. As soon as we acknowledge this and put our efforts toward making private transportation more efficient, the sooner we can begin to solve some of our major transportation problems- In the meantime we keep letting the salesmen tell us the lies we want to hear.
Oh, wait a minute, this was a rant. Sorry.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
When I was using drugs on a daily basis (a long time ago,) I wrote a lot of "poetry." I once wrote a poem that consisted of the entire contents of my desk drawer. I was awed by the sheer artistic genius of this inspiration. The next day, when I had sobered up, I thought- "what is this rubbish?"
There are some religions, I think, that regard life as a vacation from our innate divinity- a time when we get to forget that we are gods and to play in this sensory-realm, a world that is otherwise unavailable to us. Although I don't believe this, per Se, I like the idea. Subconsciousness is a marvelous swimming hole- full of authentic fishes- and, not a few, monsters.
Monday, March 24, 2008
I stumbled across Jonathan Miller's BBC series on atheism- a true revelation which comes at a time when reading Nassim Taleb's book, Fooled By Randomness. It is clear to me that, in a way, both of these men are dealing with the very same subject- the human ape's hardwired fear of annihilation.
Where does art fit in? Perhaps sprung from the very same fear?
Let the chips fall- do they ever fall far from the tree?
Saturday, March 22, 2008
In the war of certainty all sides bear the stain. No one escapes the wrath of history, especially not the poets or artists. They are the Guevaras and the Trotsky's, the Molotovs and the Marats, at the end of the revolution, they are expendable.
Hope presents itself as a thickening around the ears and eyes, a mist through which reality and place is only understood imperfectly, if at all. Luck will only confirm a few of the fortunate's experience. The rest will know that the fix is in- their worst suspicions will be justified.
In times like these, it is good to remember the last words of Timothy Leary: "...yeah, why not?"
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
An aquaintance is slipping through the world without attempting to pin down the specifics, instead allowing the current to define this real moment, wherever it is and whatever it may contain- he is maddening to those around him who simply want to sleep, without the odd disturbance of this fabulistic sonambulist.
From St. Giroux: "I stick my head into the womb and make faces at the unborn"- Naomi Poems- Corpse and Beans- Bill Knot(?).
Monday, March 17, 2008
Yesterday was Sunday- and, as I have said before- I often draw from the Sunday Times while I have my coffee. While I try not to "copy" images directly- but to use them as a source of inspiration- I came across this photo of the CEO of a large home loan company- seemingly listening to something- something that we can't hear or see. Priceless.
And then, there was this great picture of one of my favorites: Marian McPartland. I used to watch her on TV on Sundays when I was a kid- I always found her fascinating- Happy Birthday, Ms. McPartland!
Things pouring out, things growing, things looking and seeing and old broads-
Saturday, March 15, 2008
One good thing is that I really feel like drawing, again, after two weeks of pushing it to try and make it happen; it's starting to flow, once again.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
I watched the Fritz Lang film M, whilst in the throes of a fever-state and I saw what a brilliant-gem-like quality the film truly has, made all the more delicious by its so un-pc subject matter. The only way it could be better is if the killer gets away with it.
We are living in a time of great colliding oppositions- like galaxies crashing into one another- ideas fight for the right to subsume each other's borders and, in the end, no one is sure who, if anyone, has won and who has lost.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
So far, I've survivied the worst part and look forward to a return to my fully functional status (whatever that was/is.) But this gave me an idea that perhaps in the future, there will be people who gather around the idea of sponsoring events that allow the participants to enter a state of near death. Oh, wait, that's a Siggur Ros concert.
(I really like Siggur Ros.)
Monday, March 3, 2008
And, second, I will be participating in the semi-annual Brewery ArtWalk- coming up April 5th and 6th. If you are on my mailing list you will be getting an announcement card in the next couple of weeks. If you aren't on my list, send me an email and I will make sure you get a wonderful announcement, suitable for framing (in a very small frame.)
Another news flash: I will be showing in a solo show at the San Luis Obispo Art Center in April and May- details to follow.
In my John Dewey reading today, I came across a passage that crystallized something for me:
"The difference between external and intrinsic operations runs through all the affairs of life. One student studies to pass and examination, to get a promotion. To another, the means, the activity of learning, is completely at one with what results from it. The consequence, the illumination, the learning, is at one with the results from it. Means and end coalesce,....
..., Being "good" for the sake of avoiding penalty, whether it be going to jail or going to hell, makes conduct unlovely.,.... A large part of popular revulsion against utilitarianism in moral theory is because of its exaggeration of sheer calculation."
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Are these art? I don't know. Are they illustration? I don't think so. Do they tell a story? Perhaps. I hope so.
I sometimes draw while I watch TV- this morning I was watching Solaris (for the second time this week) - The Russian version- not the one with George Clooney, although I have heard it was bad- I wonder what those critics would think of the Tarkovsky film? I think that this film is about exhaustion, boredom, futility and coping with our intrinsic fear of annihilation. Oh, and it moves verrrrrrrry slowly- you must learn to be patient to watch this. Lots of long takes and medium close-ups of actors doing monologues. This could be a play- or an opera. Let's do it.
At any rate, it is great fun to draw and watch- so many times, these days, I feel like I can't afford the luxury of just sitting and watching a movie on TV- but drawing and watching- or watching and drawing is a very good compromise, I think.