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The Irishman is dragged towards the scaffold. As he nears the ghastly structure he breaks free of his guards.
Pointing up towards the blade he shouts...
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"I think I can see what the problem is."
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Is your timing helped or hindered by having to scroll over to Page 2?
"A,B&E", "Not In My Name" and "52FF" (flash fiction anthology) all available on Amazon Kindle"How a psychopath makes sweet love. I can get you ringside. Royal box even."
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AntCity
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If it existed, 'The World of Virtual Sculpture Magazine' said, in Vol 23, No.7, March 2010;
"AntCity's installation, 'The Joke,' must be regarded as incomplete outside of the context of the posts that precede it. The installation reminds the observer that timing is the key to good comedy. 'The Joke' has all the elements of the original gag in the correct sequence but it has been deconstructed. The component parts have been stacked like used bricks and their relationship to each other is no longer clearly defined. They are disparate; no longer able to convey humour and the comedy is lost. In such a structure the underlying racial stereotype is thrown into greater relief and its prominence serves to enhance the shock and outrage of the reader."
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Quote: AntCity, Monday, 8 Feb 2010 09:37If it existed, 'The World of Virtual Sculpture Magazine' said, in Vol 23, No.7, March 2010; "AntCity's installation, 'The Joke,' must be regarded as incomplete outside of the context of the posts that precede it. The installation reminds the observer that timing is the key to good comedy. 'The Joke' has all the elements of the original gag in the correct sequence but it has been deconstructed. The component parts have been stacked like used bricks and their relationship to each other is no longer clearly defined. They are disparate; no longer able to convey humour and the comedy is lost. In such a structure the underlying racial stereotype is thrown into greater relief and its prominence serves to enhance the shock and outrage of the reader." See this is why I think all modern art is bo**ocks. Without language to explain it, to contextualise it, to caption it, it is just a pile of elephant poop or a shark pickled in formaldehyde. Hirst's beloved shark is only given any 'meaning' by its long winded title "The Physical Impossibility Of Death In The Mind Of Someone Living". If visual art has to rely on the written language, what is its purpose? Where is there any integrity of its own visual language. There isn't any. Modern art died not with Duchamp's urinal, but when Rene Magritte scrawled "Ceci n'est que une pipe" across his painting of a pipe. Quite.
This post was last edited by sulcus, 08 Feb 2010, 12:17
"A,B&E", "Not In My Name" and "52FF" (flash fiction anthology) all available on Amazon Kindle"How a psychopath makes sweet love. I can get you ringside. Royal box even."
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Carole
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The thing is, you are not really allowed to explain anything - I went to an exhibition once with a big pile of sand on the floor, which I found out later was by an Iraq war veteran. But as there were no indicators whatsoever of this - could have been about a day on the beach or a building site! Hirst's work is often very visually compelling though - the shark certainly was! Modern art is b*ll*cks a lot of the time, but does have it's interesting moments.
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Quote: sulcus, Monday, 8 Feb 2010 12:16 "The Physical Impossibility Of Death In The Mind Of Someone Living". The essence of this thought is probably why most people do not worry about their death.
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Carole
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... but they might just start thinking about it if they see a huge shark coming towards them.
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My son has a spin painting produced in Damien Hirst’s studio and signed by the man himself. Hirst’s son and my boy were school chums many years back. If I remember correctly, Alan Rickman (I think it was him) paid thousands for one of these spin paintings only to be told by Hirst that it was done by his son. The same goes for the one my boy still has in a drawer, somewhere. My son is an artist, I don't think. I think Hirst once said something along the lines of ‘I can’t wait to get paid for producing crap art’, or something like it. Well, his wish came true, and my son’s spin painting is a fine example.
Hey saucy, that's the best offer I've had all night.
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Quote: AntCity, Monday, 8 Feb 2010 13:01Quote: sulcus, Monday, 8 Feb 2010 12:16 "The Physical Impossibility Of Death In The Mind Of Someone Living". The essence of this thought is probably why most people do not worry about their death. And whjy I do, it is far from an impossibility to my mind
"A,B&E", "Not In My Name" and "52FF" (flash fiction anthology) all available on Amazon Kindle"How a psychopath makes sweet love. I can get you ringside. Royal box even."
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