Duration Performance
Mike Parr
6pm Fri 2 May to Midnight Sat 3 May
I am not sure why this hasn’t been advertised very heavily, even on the Artspace website, but a flyer has just made it into my hands containing the following information. I remember reading a tiny article about Malevich, a similar performance by Parr last year, [...]
Ants strung along the edge of a road under the flickering shadows of like-strung cars.
Leaves tiled into a canopy that dances in sympathy with the shifting arrangements of passing clouds.
A young boy laughs and the sun sets his cheek on translucent fire.
An old man who has never danced plays an old man who has never [...]
(Mike Parr, Blind Obedience, 1998)
The one sentence he circled and wrote great next to was the one sentence I had endlessly considered and reconsidered cutting out.
Spirals of blinking pointillism,
finally crying groundwards,
and resolving into planes,
do not defray the sadness
of this empty Saturday night.
Empty that is except for the whisky
which forces a grimace
that matches the mood
(later causing the hungry
scramble through the fridge)
and in any case, as if knowing
emptiness is the theme, tonight,
runs out too soon.
And so I am left wondering—
Where do these [...]
(From the Surveillance Camera Players)
Art and Crime Exhibit #1
(Sydney Morning Herald, 7 February 2003)
As Colin Powell was addressing the Security Council, a tapestry version of one of the world’s greatest anti-war works, Pablo Picasso’s Guernica, which usually hangs outside the council chamber, was covered by a blue curtain with United Nations logos. Officials insisted the curtain was there to [...]
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“Fiction writers as a species tend to be oglers. They tend to lurk and to stare. The minute fiction writers stop moving, they start lurking, and stare. They are born watchers. They are viewers. They are the ones on the subway about whose nonchalant stare there is something creepy, somehow. Almost predatory. This is because [...]
If to know your pain is to experience it and if God knows everything then in order to know your pain she must be experiencing it (Or: Why is it raining Daddy? Because God is crying, dear. Why is God crying Daddy? Because of something you did, dear.)
“I much prefer the kind of story where the reader is left wondering who’s to blame until it begins to dawn on him (the reader) that he himself must bear some of the responsibility because he’s human and therefore infinitely fallible.
(Richard Yates; cited by DeWitt Henry and Geoffrey Clark, “An Interview with Richard Yates”, in [...]
Richard Powers, Don DeLillo and Dave Eggers all have new novels out (not to mention the Calvino notes which have just been released) and I don’t even have time to read any of them. Which might be a good thing: Laura Miller (a completely shit-hot reviewer from Salon) has absolutely trashed the DeLillo in her [...]