Croatia : The Best 10 Minutes of my Life

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Croatia : The Best 10 Minutes of my Life

I don’t know if there are indeed limits on the amount of time one is allowed to speak or the amount of things one is about to say on the ‘net these days.  So let me just say this in nine minutes or less. The ten minutes I enjoyed alone without even the illusion of the internet in downtown Zagreb were the best ten minutes of the tour for me. I used this map. Which immediately led me to the Museum of Broken Relationships and the National Puppet Theater. If you think I’m exaggerating, I suggest that you take ten minutes and look the shit up. Way of saying, I missed you over there. A great deal. And I don’t know if I can ever forgive you. But let’s stay with that initial, primal sentiment.  For now.  For the whole next ten minutes.  It would mean the world to me.

this is not a painting / this is not for sale

‘you can’t get there from here’ (pen and ink, paper) a. blake schwarzenbach

(Inspired by a reading at Strand bookstore by Jenny Boylan and Tim Kreider: which you will have to look up because I don’t care about, nor can I correctly insert, links, hashtags, friends, and any other carbon-based content.  But here’s what you can do to help the Catastrophe continue to bring you the finest, freshest art and news in the whole world wide web.  Type these words into your browser/surfer: “Tim Kreider; Jenny Boylan; Strand bookstore.”)

The White Elephant in the Room of a’Merica Vespusccio: Final Verdict?

Or they will seriously disappoint you

Take your heroes seriously / Or they will seriously disappoint you / My heroes wear hoodies and walk free with only a few Skittles in they pockets / And no bricks, see, cuz every man is BORN FREE.  FUCK MARK O’MARA AND THE RACIST FLORIDIAN MISCARRIAGE OF JUSTICE.  WE ALL TREYVONS NOW and the original (Robert) Zimmerman wants his name back from the 29-year old KILLER / GEORGE, YOU A BAD COP HACK. 

Still Life Painting vs. Action Painting

action.  action is the job of the playwright.  it drives the plot.

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sometimes a still-life painting can provoke you to live.  to act.  by its very stillness….

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out of the ashes of the dead fruit — the dead and perfect still life — comes a hero.

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We could be heroes.

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We could be kings.

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We can beat them.  Forever and ever.

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Then we can be heroes.  Just for one day.

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out of the ashes of the still and perfect night.  rose the phoenix.

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GUITAR DRACULA.

WHY DO WE MAKE ART?

Why should I read this?  Why write about a bunch of stuff that never happened?  And worse still, why would I want to read it!

I work.  I work and I work and I work.  With the idea of room and board in mind.  I work for four or five people.  Just in my house.  Wife.  Mother.  Kids.  Sister.

Then I work for my employers.  I am afraid of falling through the cracks.  Off the wire.  Into an unnamed place.

Saving Private Manning.

I would like to walk you through my version of why we make art.  I believe it is what distinguishes us from the fascists.

Some people think it’s fluff.  Yuppie fluff around a dying world.  I am not a yuppie, but I welcome even the idea of fluff around anything.  I’m thinking purple swirling candy floss and my little girl is happy.  My little boy.  Me.

Take your heroes seriously while you can.  Or they will disappoint you forever.

Forever is a long time to try to imagine.  When someone says, “Never Forget” I immediately think: “Forever.”

A long time to live in a static realm.  Why do we want to learn stuff?  Useless stuff that never even happened?  That, my boy, is History.

Walk with me now.  Through 49 frames of the artist’s mind.  Colorful permutations of the apocalypse.  The way Isaac Hayes had it.  The way Annemarie Schwarzenbach had it.  The way Morrissey had it.

My point: They have it.  They never had it.  They has it.

Take your heroes seriously before they disappoint you eternally.

My shrine….

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Look at this last picture again.  You’ve seen it before.  But now it has all this accident and vulnerable anger.  That is History.

Q: Why should I read or watch anything when I gotta work?

A: You don’t have to.  It’s entirely voluntary and seldom encouraged.

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This is my favorite store in Kensington, Brooklyn.  I’ve never actually been in, but I seem to keep stopping in front of their store and photographing their front windows.  Last week it was a baby, which I used to describe how I felt when I was on Facebook.  This week it’s

“WHY MAKE ART?”

Why make art when it is just more work?  I work all day.  Why would I come home and work even more on…art.  Deflection.  Artifice.  Acting like some droopy kid who can’t put his arms in his sleeves?

BRAD. IT’S SNOWING. AND I MISS YOU.

 

(Clearly, I attenuated a few frames.  There were actually 50, but I wrote 49.  And then the technology got in the way, so I made a few quick decisions.  There’s probably 29 frames in this post. But it was only in my haste to get this out to you.

))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))My only sin is worrying.))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

I work and I work and I work.  Like a Prince.  Like a cockroach.  Like Hamlet.  Like Gregor Samsa.  Like Bartelby.  Like Bradley Worrying Manning.

The Old Wadis: Wad-a-feeling (Al Faiz III)

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Part III of the Al-Faiz saga, which began with “State Secrets: A Theory of the Unconscious.”  (If you’re unfamiliar with the Catastrophe, stories are posted with the most recently created appearing first.  Thus, Chapter Three will appear above Chapter Two.  This makes narrative and chronological order somewhat of a blender, which was already a point of contention within the texts themselves.  It is my lack of technological savvy, and not some high-concept peccadillo, that makes this so.  I would recommend reading “State Secrets” first, until I can resolve the problem. You can do this by clicking on the blue ‘Previous’ arrow on the upper right of the post.)

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While waiting, having been told to wait indefinitely, I grew restless and artistic.  I also saw the film “Flashdance.”  As if for the first time.

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The cinema of the 80s is one of my favorite old Wadis.  I often roam her old valleys and riverbeds, marveling at the raw and un-coached honesty of that time.  At the movies we are subject to ‘enormously powerful’ powers.

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American Balls Again.  The 80s were a time of enormous American balls.  Most of the popular films were about freedom and independence (“Flashdance,” “Top Gun,” “Star Wars”).

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Next Issue: Al Faiz IV: Deep Integration (Ibn al Gtr Draq and the War on Horror)

A thumbnail preview…

There were always guitar draculas.  Wherever there was a mountain or a plain or any kind of uneven surface, a guitar dracula could be heard, wailing at the consternation of landscape — it’s vexing, foolishly limited horizons.

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