Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. He cannot remember how long he slept because he was asleep but it seemed like a long time. He dreamt that he was in New York after waking up with coffee and a blind assassin in his bed before getting on a bus and buying a coffee and a…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. He cannot remember how long he slept because he was asleep but it seemed like a long time. He dreamt that he was in New York after waking up with coffee and a blind assassin in his bed before getting on a bus and buying a coffee and a…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. He cannot remember how long he slept because he was asleep but it seemed like a long time. He dreamt that he was in New York after waking up with coffee and a blind assassin in his bed before getting on a bus and buying a coffee and a sandwich from a woman who is opening her shop for the first time and is eager and full of energy that energizes him for the day ahead. He is later than he wanted to be but as late as he expected to be. He is worried about money. He watches a pigeon fighting with a piece of dry piece of bread and losing. He empathises with the pigeon. He takes photographs. He feels like candle smoke just like candle smoke. He want to be not alive like candle smoke. Existing but not alive like clouds. He really needs to pee. He is now in New York walking into the wrong hotel and then backing out after nearly arguing with the front desk and then walking into the correct hotel and not having a room available and three hours ago desperate for the bathroom and finally he finds a bathroom and the pressure is relieved like the opening sequence of Buffalo ’66 which is the greatest movie of all. Then he gets his room and an angel has prepared his room and he sees her wafting down the corridor her wings disappearing last around the corner  and then he meets his friend and talks of revolution and history and poetry and walking and food and talking and a dog and they go to the bar that Dylan Thomas got drunk in which could be any bar in New York but this one has a plaque  and an oil painting for extra authenticity and they try to remember lines from Under Milkwood and recite them and it is fun then the train takes forever and he is drunk and then it is day again and he cannot remember if he has slept but he remember he was having an awkward conversation with a man as they stood next to one another in a very cosy bathroom their shoulders almost touching as they hold themselves and he says that Maryland is a state and the other man replies that he knows and then he is informed that jousting is the National Sport of Maryland and he is not sure if this is a joke or not so he laughs in case it is a joke and then he is on a platform and there are no trains because they have been cancelled except the sign telling everyone this is a tiny sign that is written on a piece of paper that is hidden on the shadowed side of a column which he eventually finds but cannot remember why he started looking for it and finally he is in hotel and he thinks he lies in his bed but then Sir David Frost is dead and then CNN pumps out a slurried informercial with a Call to War and then Lawrence Samuel talks about his book The American Middle Class – a cultural history and then he tries to make coffee but instead he floods the room with tepid brown water and all this time the media want an intervention and Richard Woolfe seems to be an idiot and then Heather Hurlburt says next to him says there is no level of evidence that civilized Americans would be happy with she is an expert and implies that evidence should not be presented for this reason but surely actual evidence would be accepted but then perhaps not and perhaps Heather Hurlburt is correct but even if she is correct and the civilized Americans and even uncivilized Americans would not accept the evidence then perhaps they should be allowed to decide on that evidence but of course that is not the point of International Relations of the most Freedom Loving Country in the world democracy is okay in theory but it’s unacceptable when the powerful want to make a decision that benefits them that is when it becomes problem. Then he notices that one of John Kerry’s eyes is drooping. It is his right eye. He has had this experience when he is very tired when muscles go to sleep and it always looks like he is having a mini-storke perhaps John Kerry is having a mini stroke. Then sarin gas and lies are measured against nonsense and power will do that to you as he talks about a mild fierece directed forceful gentle punishment followed by a diplomatic track whatever that means. It does seem to matter what people want but Hillary Mann Leverett seems to be the only voice of reason but she no doubt has her own company and own interests that go outside of ethics and altruism for backing the views that she has and yet she remains the only voice of reason and there is still talk of US War weariness which doesn’t really make any sense because less than 1% of Americans are actually fighting in any wars now what it actually means is War Boredom we’re bored of hearing about war war is boring stop telling us about the wars we’re fighting that you’re fighting our poor are fighting for our rich i just want my kids to go to a good college and get a great cubicle job and to be able to die slightly older than I do they are probably all thinking then Peter King appears on the television but all he hears are pant hoots and the percussive noises of the wilderness. Then he is in MOMA and suffers from art weariness, art boredom there is so much art and it is all good art and then there are video games there for reasons which aren’t really explained and then there is watermelon to eat because 6th avenue is closed off for some kind of Brazilian Festival and there is lots of food and there are lots of Brazilian Flags and people dancing and eating and singing and he is not sure if he is dreaming or not and there is team and humidity and then Spongebob Squarepants and a boyband that look like middle aged men and David Kock is sponsoring an extension of the Metropolitan Museum of Art and so patronage is alive and well but it is never called that it is called sponsporship in order to hide the intricate relations of the powerful with the arty so that they can maintain their aloof psuedo-left snobbery and then the literary walk through Central Park is strange because it is begun by a statue of Shakespeare and a Statue of Columbus and a Statue of Rabbie Burns and a Statue of Sir Walter Scott. he is not sure whether Columbus is literary he was certainly an amazing liar and whether anyone outside of Scotland reads rabbie burns and if anyone anywhere reads Sir Walter Scott any more. Then he has a plate of onion rings that are fried and tasty and he eats them and eats a burger. He is melancholy He is in Hells Kitchen and he takes photographs and he sees purses everywhere spread out like gifts for lazy thieves by drunken women and he passes a young man who has a tshirt that has PARTY WITH SLUTS written on it and this makes him sad and yet impressed with the font and the neon colour scheme and he notices a credit card ruse in the machine he has just put his card into so he tells the lady of the subway and then he cancels his card and then there is more alcohol and maudlin feelings and walks home and hotel and then again he is at breakfast and Apocalyptic dreams and reality collide and he saw the end of the world but then there is breakfast in the middle of the scarred ruined that was once New York the blasted field with a table in the center and on the table there are eggs and sausages and bagels and orange juice and yoghurt and there are roiling unfaced masses masturbating around him on hills of bones and he is running down the street and having shameful thoughts about every single human being he passes including the man who he gives $2 to and then he sprays the road with his unwanted baste and then he meets his friend for second breakfast and Armageddon melts away and everything is normal again and he gets on the bus and he sleeps and shakes and his mouth lolls open and he shudders his way back to his home and his bed and the safety of his room. He is not sure if he was ever in New York. He sleeps.

MOMA – black and white (2013)


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DO YOU SENSE HOW ALL THE PARTS OF A GOOD

PICTURE ARE INVOLVED WITH EACH OTHER, NOT

JUST PLACED SIDE BY SIDE? ART IS A CREATION

FOR THE EYE AND CAN ONLY BE HINTED AT WITH

WORDS.

 


A Warning from History to John Kerry from Colin Powell Through the Medium of Sculpture.

A Warning from History to John Kerry from Colin Powell Through the Medium of Sculpture.

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A Warning from History to John Kerry from Colin Powell Through the Medium of Sculpture.

A Warning from History to John Kerry from Colin Powell Through the Medium of Sculpture.

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A Warning from History to John Kerry from Colin Powell Through the Medium of Sculpture.


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A Warning from History to John Kerry from Colin Powell Through the Medium of Sculpture.