Met these strange creatures on a beach in southern Tanzania.
I also recently revisited Ethiopia, Lalibela in particular.
We have to create culture, don’t watch TV, don’t read magazines, don’t even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your universe, and if you’re worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you’re giving it all away to icons, icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion, and what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And we are told ‘no’, we’re unimportant, we’re peripheral. ‘Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.’ And then you’re a player, you don’t want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.
Still running y’all. And still on the hunt for Topo Gigio.
«Is ganesh a word, asked the commanding officer, Yes, a word, which, like all the others, can only be explained by more words, but since the words we use to explain things, successfully or not, will, in turn, have to be explained, our conversation will lead nowhere, the mistaken and the true will alternate, like some kind of curse, and we’ll never know what’s right and what’s wrong.»—José Saramago
More from a Balkan State of Mind I.
Nick “Honey Badger” Cummins is the man the Waratahs need to stop if they want to defeat the Force.
1 of 21 prints we made for the Rome launch of Ark Codex at Stamperia del Tevere.
To compliment the Avian Serving Trays, this from a bestiary by Svjetlan Junaković:
And that’s not all—450 years before it’s time, he launched the idea of conceptual art with a brilliant idea: in the book held by madame Flamingo he placed a dedication to beauty and the deep love he felt for her.
For those near NYC, I’ll be coming soon to launch the newest Calamari book, Ark Codex ±0:
• on February 28, from 7-10 pm, there will be a launch mixer/exhibit in NYC at Lolita Bar &
• on March 3 at 8 pm there will be a launch party, featuring Tempers, at Collab (304 Hudson st, 6th floor)(please RSVP to this one)
For those not in NYC, the (physical) book is now available (at 25% off) on Amazon or as a pay-what-you-want digital book.
I’m also getting this tattooed on my belly for the occasion:
For those interested in Luigi Serafini’s Codex, I posted a hack translation of the accompanying «Decodex» that came with the most recent edition.
Video object for the Ark Codex ±0 book object which is forthcoming from Calamari Press.
«It is the failure to experience hüzün that leads him to feel it, he suffers because he has not suffered enough, and it is by following this logic to conclusion that Islamic culture has come to hold hüzün in high esteem.»—Orhan Pamuk
More on Istanbul reading Pamuk.
I know I keep going on about these damn birds, but I see them every evening & can’t get enough of them. Truly the most amazing display put on by any animal on this planet, and most Romans go about their evening commute home just annoyed that they shit all over their cars. Still going through my photos and videos, but these were the first two things I pulled from my camera unprocessed.
Being that I’m on a moratorium against photographs on my own blog, I’ll break my sight-silence (sitence?) to show you some things you might otherwise not know about:
A Manuscript called “De Masticatione Mortuorum, Latin for “The Chewing Dead,” offered helpful tips for those facing the walking (or chewing) dead, and prescribed practical treatments such as the aforementioned brick-in-mouth.
More on the art & gothic psychogeography of Venice.
(yep, they’re here)
«Every photograph—whoever took it, whoever is pictured in it—is a gross violation of human dignity, a monstrous falsification of nature, a base insult to humanity. [...] Photography is the greatest mockery in the world, the ultimate mockery of the world.»
More thoughts on photography & thinking, whilst reading Bernhard & Beckett in Dublin.