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Friday, September 19, 2008
HUMAN 101: Too being or not to being...
In the interest of returning my roots... I present the formidable Mr. No Way No How. He will illustrate how to make a career being not career worthy. With the utmost skill at avoiding real contributions and forming no opinions on the way, he will find the most circuitous route to nowhere. Along the journey, you be treated to grandiose statements about the world and how it works. These enlightening moments will leave you questioning the world in a new way. Your opinions will not be changed but you will wonder at the remarkable nature of bullshit. The hyperbole will astound and the understatements will confound.
This most thought provoking course will study the various subtleties of what a career is and how you can find a place outside even these most all inclusive categories. You will find ways to blend all your pseudo talents into one large train wreck of an existence that focuses not on one thing but explores all aspects of the humanities, arts, business, science, history, geography (though mind you will travel nowhere) AND parenthood BUT which focuses not enough on any of these areas and leaves you unprepared for a solid path on any.
In this process, the class will explore how to effectively waste time writing blogs which will never be read, creating art which will never be seen, avoiding the sales process and undoing relationships which lead to wealth. In the course, correspondence with like-minded persons will not occur but the instructor will show you how, if these opportunities do present themselves, to freeze social initiative immediately to avoid undo personal exposure.
Special emphasis will be given to deconstructing the personal ego and developing paranoia, especially as concerns artistic progression and professional exposure. Confidence and Independence will be addressed, particularly as they relate to the positive progression of success and the techniques employed to undermine those admirable qualities.
matriculation fees: 1 unequivocal soul (for transient students without souls, please refer to class descriptions for HUMAN 305: Using Your Psychosis to Further Undermine Society)
This most thought provoking course will study the various subtleties of what a career is and how you can find a place outside even these most all inclusive categories. You will find ways to blend all your pseudo talents into one large train wreck of an existence that focuses not on one thing but explores all aspects of the humanities, arts, business, science, history, geography (though mind you will travel nowhere) AND parenthood BUT which focuses not enough on any of these areas and leaves you unprepared for a solid path on any.
In this process, the class will explore how to effectively waste time writing blogs which will never be read, creating art which will never be seen, avoiding the sales process and undoing relationships which lead to wealth. In the course, correspondence with like-minded persons will not occur but the instructor will show you how, if these opportunities do present themselves, to freeze social initiative immediately to avoid undo personal exposure.
Special emphasis will be given to deconstructing the personal ego and developing paranoia, especially as concerns artistic progression and professional exposure. Confidence and Independence will be addressed, particularly as they relate to the positive progression of success and the techniques employed to undermine those admirable qualities.
matriculation fees: 1 unequivocal soul (for transient students without souls, please refer to class descriptions for HUMAN 305: Using Your Psychosis to Further Undermine Society)
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Dear Mr Hirst,
I would like to thank you for your inspirations and condemn you for your success. I am exhilarated that an artist could command the world of money like you have. I am depressed that an artist can reach heights I will never reach. I am questioning what you art will mean to simpletons like me that merely paint what we see. I wonder at the complexity that I must enter in my titles. I guess 'butterfly' will not do anymore. Psaaaaaaaaalms and reverberations.
Whendoesthemeaning commmmmmmmmmmme. When does the flyiinnnnnnnnnnnng starrt.
I hope in all and forever. The main objection we have is not understanding and soon we are tested on these things. Not in the traditional academic sense but in a moral sense. Will we steal to reach the higher level? Alll just flattery for the original right?
The truth we seek is clouded by the FAME and MONEY. we try to create around it but the need, yes need, not want, always comes around and muddies up the thing. The true meaning is washed down the drain and diluted paints are following. But hey, we have the money to clean it up right? A good cleaning lady and a cook. Plenty to invest in the market, if it turns around. Make plenty to buy more supplies. Better supplies, because then the real meaning will make sense. People will 'get' it and want to buy it and I'll be trapped in an up cycle. Art world all a flurry, can quit the day job.
I would like to thank you for your inspirations and condemn you for your success. I am exhilarated that an artist could command the world of money like you have. I am depressed that an artist can reach heights I will never reach. I am questioning what you art will mean to simpletons like me that merely paint what we see. I wonder at the complexity that I must enter in my titles. I guess 'butterfly' will not do anymore. Psaaaaaaaaalms and reverberations.
Whendoesthemeaning commmmmmmmmmmme. When does the flyiinnnnnnnnnnnng starrt.
I hope in all and forever. The main objection we have is not understanding and soon we are tested on these things. Not in the traditional academic sense but in a moral sense. Will we steal to reach the higher level? Alll just flattery for the original right?
The truth we seek is clouded by the FAME and MONEY. we try to create around it but the need, yes need, not want, always comes around and muddies up the thing. The true meaning is washed down the drain and diluted paints are following. But hey, we have the money to clean it up right? A good cleaning lady and a cook. Plenty to invest in the market, if it turns around. Make plenty to buy more supplies. Better supplies, because then the real meaning will make sense. People will 'get' it and want to buy it and I'll be trapped in an up cycle. Art world all a flurry, can quit the day job.
Monday, September 15, 2008
DAYs and days from now will be the true test...
Fascinating in a coffee shop in Glenwood park figuring creative ways to avoid responsibility. Dreaming of creative endeavors. Following the lead of the universe but never getting anywhere. Business picking up but not for me. I could have more foam if I wanted it she had said but I thought that it was perfect. Perusing art sites and wishing...
that the days hadn't blended into each other and the future had been slower and that the nights had been longer. Would the day ever come? Would the world ever know?
Ramblings started again. will this time make a difference? It always ends this way, with self deprecation, never good enough.
I will certainly have to get a thesaurus if I am going to do this. because I never can think of the "good" words. Not like James Joyce but a hell of a lot like Bloom. Wishing to be more like Stephen. Well. I guess that will come with time, right, I guess eventually you will know what I am feeling by endless hours of reading this.
If only to release the thoughts in a stream seamlessly. Can't. Instead I babble about this. I don't talk about the things around. I muse about the process and how it never happens. I see these things in her too. Hope that she can be different and sieze the day.
Fascinating in a coffee shop in Glenwood park figuring creative ways to avoid responsibility. Dreaming of creative endeavors. Following the lead of the universe but never getting anywhere. Business picking up but not for me. I could have more foam if I wanted it she had said but I thought that it was perfect. Perusing art sites and wishing...
that the days hadn't blended into each other and the future had been slower and that the nights had been longer. Would the day ever come? Would the world ever know?
Ramblings started again. will this time make a difference? It always ends this way, with self deprecation, never good enough.
I will certainly have to get a thesaurus if I am going to do this. because I never can think of the "good" words. Not like James Joyce but a hell of a lot like Bloom. Wishing to be more like Stephen. Well. I guess that will come with time, right, I guess eventually you will know what I am feeling by endless hours of reading this.
If only to release the thoughts in a stream seamlessly. Can't. Instead I babble about this. I don't talk about the things around. I muse about the process and how it never happens. I see these things in her too. Hope that she can be different and sieze the day.
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