July 2012
40 posts
cinéma, bouffe, boyz
when i went to the trevi fountain in rome 2 years ago a guy climbed up onto the middle of it and stood at the top of the fountain for a while shouting, all the tourists just assumed he was drunk or something then he took off his shoes and shirt and got in the running water and stood there staring out at everyone, then after a while we realised he was cutting his chest with a knife and the blood was running out into the water and the weirdest part really was that my dad made us all toss a coin over our shoulder into the fountain quickly so we’d get our share of memories before we witnessed anything worse so there’s like these awkward photos of us saying cheese and i did it wrong or something
his name’s roberto cercelletta and he lives off the money that gets thrown in and yeah that was my lil intro to baroque sculpture right there
“Every one of your relations to man and to nature must be a specific expression, corresponding to the object of your will, of your real individual life. If you love without evoking love in return – that is, if your loving as loving does not produce reciprocal love; if through a living expression of yourself as a loving person you do not make yourself a beloved one, then your love is impotent – a misfortune.”
—Karl Marx, The Power of Money
bought the last front stall ticket to the first ever performance of william basinski’s disintegration loops next month and kinda nervous with it on the last night of the olympics in central london but everyone probably will be …
an ear of corn in silence reaped
saw p.opular s.ky (section ish) in a gallery on an industrial estate today and blacked out about half
Play
The unpromising land, the predatory myriapod invertebrate, attains equilibrium on reverse as it flails its tenderizing limbs to crush habit as crystallization. Suppose, the land unpromising, is a mother retarding the profitable amalgamation of an offspring….someone shoot me in the foot and stuff the wound with something good…
