“Where did this idea that anything could be a work of art come from? It’s generally believed to have come from Marcel Duchamp. In 1917, a urinal was sent to an art exhibition in New York, supposedly by Duchamp. But recent research has shown that the urinal was actually submitted by Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven. Her gesture was an early feminist attack on a male society. She didn’t claim the urinal was a work of art. She was taking the piss. Duchamp stole her idea much later when he began to promote himself as the founding father of modern art.”—
Wait, what? If ever a passage was crying out for a hyperlink…
“You have to be at least 13 years old to use Tumblr. We’re serious: it’s a hard rule, based on U.S. federal and state legislation, even if you’re 12.9 years old. If you’re younger than 13, don’t use Tumblr. Ask your parents for an Xbox or try books.”—From the “pop up” version of the Tumblr TOS. Interestingly, it’s not included in the “official” version here. Sneaky sneaky!
I recognize that my tumblr is primarily an “art” blog and that many of you may not wish to see/hear posts/reblogs about #OWS outside of an “art” context. If you are offended or annoyed, unfollow at will. I make no special claims other than a desire to better understand the world around me and to try to convey that world to you. To that end I live my life in one ceaseless stream of creative pursuit. Flawed, and desperately human.
Hi, Unfortunately I'm not in NYC so I don't know the cast of characters. You said something about not feeling comfortable re: the group leading at this point but I thought it was leaderless. I'm not trying to be sarcastic. I wholeheartedly support this movement but worry re how it's being run. I'm with Occupy Philly.
In my experience it’s not a leaderless movement, but a movement filled with leaders (to quote a phrase I heard often late last fall). But to that end, over the winter the reports I was reading on many various Twitter and my experiences with a handful of people in person that were more actively engaged, is what I am referring to. What I’m trying to understand is my relationship to it all. Hope that clarifies.
Some kind of campus. Gender inequality different dorms being taken over by different genders created mass hysteria. Civil discourse was hurting development of a New Thought System and only creating further discontent. Tours were being given. I walked into a building that was women only and was kindly told they were asking men to leave. I was angry but left huffing and puffing saying that no solution made sense. There was a men only “dorm” or facility of some kind having the same problem. The women out front of the place I was leaving laughed and mockingly asked if I was going to join a tour. I felt as helpless as they seemed to. There was no progress being made, and progress through extended dialogues was disintegrating the human spirit. We were destined to fail. Designed to fail.
This was related to a conversation I was having at a dinner party last night about gender but clearly tied in with thoughts I’ve been having about OWS. Some of which I expressed to a smaller part of that same group earlier in the night. They were largely unsympathetic to the Occupy cause. I found myself still outraged by the police brutality of Saturday night, mad that these folks were so casually disinterested, yet conflicted about my own involvement in the movement. A movement whose internal operators have been co-opted by people and forces that, to be frank, embarrass me. I found myself hedging. I will now seek to free myself from the hedge. Whatever that means. And in whatever form that takes.
“the flip-flop (n.) the process of pushing a work of art or craft from the physical world to the digital world and back again—maybe more than once”—Dance the flip-flop <- Robin nails it, go look. (via new-aesthetic)