Reenacting a Simple Language Barrier (2014) Fuzzy Mice, Twine, English Language Dictionary, 26" Step Ladder

Mimicry, Repetition, and Mechanical Processes in Time

Reenacting a Simple Language Barrier (2014) Fuzzy Mice, Twine, English Language Dictionary, 26" Step Ladder

Appropriately situating the author's voice in any relational text is an important function for the reader. The limitations of their perceptual understanding indicates the furthest edge of the reader's ability to witness and to activate not only complex procedural work but irrational calculations as well. In order to extend these boundaries the reader must first introduce a deeper understanding of context and theoretical analysis,

fig. 1) You've been attacked by the disembodied voice of Donald LaFontaine, In a time of ancient gods, warlords and kings, a land in turmoil cried out for a hero. She was Xena, a mighty princess forged in the heat of battle. The power, the passion, the danger. Her courage will change the world. Saving throw D20 (use the base save plus your ability modifier) twelve and above will succeed (Mountain Dew)

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The apologist and the appraiser have decided to stay put

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Piles of leaves: Letters Campaign

Suddenly old but feeling perfect, my wet underwear is on the the floor. It's gathered round my ankle. Myko laughs, just as wet and full of piss as ever. The violence of our togethering already feels like more than something. I reach out, taking the back of her neck with my hand. She's stepping in as I lean over to write; Dear, Temperance, October, and Brine, You are more than a place to me. More than walls and simple chimes, but I'll write to you anyway. This you'll know as you read my words. From here beside the lark's buttered breast, from under the heavy lids and the bright side kettle where we'll hum. We'll hum together, Bunny. Dickens be damned, we're now brightly doomed. Soon enough we'll see, the forest within the trees. To you, Tigre PS. are more or only this bed, maybe the floor too. We spend the day in, ordering takeout and hiding under the sheets. I get up and pee while Katt is talking about Milton. Her mouth's open, it's as rou...

Not the Willem DeKooning Retrospective (Not Even Close)

Willem DeKooning, Excavation (1950) oil on canvas Yesterday at work I bumped into this piece by Donald Kuspit on DeKooning's retrospective over at Artnet . Then this morning I bumped into this one on L Magazine's site, by Paddy Johnson . I don't know that Paddy Johnson demystifies DeKooning as much as she takes issue with his pallet, declaring it repetitive and boorish en masse. By contrast, Donald Kuspit writes an article painting DeKooning as a sadistic brute inextricably tied to the modern tradition in general and Picasso specifically. Together they make for some interesting reading, particularly as Kuspit never addresses the show itself in favor of drawing his conclusions from individual works. While Johnson seems to wear the show like an imaginary wool shawl, noting it's uncomfortable, out of style, and the zipper is broken. But she doesn't seem to get to a place that addresses what was actually there either, only what she felt was missing or to her mind ...

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