Noise. The fellow across the street is having a big oak tree cut down. It will take a good long while. There will be no peace here. I try to think and compose a morning's writing, but that may be impossible. We'll see.
I used to know what I wanted to do. I don't seem to know that any more. An ex-friend used to say that the trouble with people is that they don't know what they want. Know what you want and people will follow. It is sage (and plagiarized) advice. There is a definite misery in undecidedness.
Apparently, there are people who do not even know who they want for President of the United States. "Who would you like to be Supreme Commander of your country?" "I don't know. I haven't thought about it that much, I guess. I haven't made up my mind." Really? "What do you want for dinner?" "I don't know." "Do you want to eat Mexican?" "Oh, no, not Mexican." "Well. . . how about Italian?" "Italian? You might as well be eating Mexican." "Well, what do you want to eat?" "I don't know."
Misery abounds.
I don't want to be that way.
The big report on my Independence Day--I grilled ribs and corn and cooked beans for my mother at her house. We drank beer and watched television while the ribs cooked good and long. "Exit Through the Gift Shop." No shit, what is it with all these art movies popping up on t.v.? This is the third I've watched in a few days. And my mother enjoyed it. It was, I thought, both intriguing and compellingly done, a hoax the size of professional wrestling. You just have to buy in to enjoy it. And I did. We all do because it is about The American Dream. Take an immigrant who risks everything and makes good. . . BAM! Hell of a story, and not bad imagery. I enjoyed the takes on Warhol as much as I enjoy Warhol's work. And I love the films "extras," the thousands of people who go to the Life Is Beautiful show. It is just good fun.
The final scene of the film is wonderful, too. Banksy, sitting slumped over in a folding chair, says to the viewer that he once told all of his friends that they should make art. He thought everyone should, he said. Now. . . he doesn't tell people that any more.
I never thought much about Banksy's work until yesterday. Now. . . I think I am a fan.
I couldn't sleep for shit last night -- was up till 3:30 or 4 and I'm taking my cousin who is visiting to the MFA (I think there is a Weston exhibit) today so I better get it on but at about 1 or 2 or somewhere around then "The Artist is Present" was on. I caught the tail end. And what an ass I felt like, crying in the dark by myself there at the end.
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I love Banksy...I have a 12 yr old here who wants to be a small town Banksy...I told her to start making stencils.
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ReplyDeleteL, I can't sleep either. Call me and we'll tell one another that everything will be OK. But I don't know. If you are crying at the end of that special, you may have slipped over the edge. Here is a link to the people who cry.
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R, You will her in jail soon. We are law abiding citizens and will not put up with such hooligan behavior. At least not in my neighborhood.
12, I didn't look at the link I deleted. I figured it was Russian hackers trying to put viruses on computers. If it was something legit, sorry. One has to be so careful these days. . . .