michael jackson for me was an 8 year old boy jumping up and down to THRILLER
with a ferocious adoration and passion i have not seen replicated.(He is now meditating in a Welsh commune
hunter s thompson like norman mailer confused himself with his stories/
mixed the two like ashes shot into deep space/so we will never see his like again(shotgun
david foster wallace imprinted our times through eyes that saw us for who we are
not in comparison or retro-just impossible continuing contradictions
"EVERYTHING IS ILLUMINATED" dragged back life and art as manuscripts-
our counted pulses and daily domestic doings as spiritual practice
today is just before St Valentine's/Walgreens roses and Hershey's chocolates
represent suburban spiritual displacement as much as Walmart.But that is art-
hyper-realism of Jeffrey Smart,polaroids by David Hockney
always leaning away to catch a fire/to see where life and art sleep together
in a conjunction /conjugation both entangling ,confusing and inevitable.
We are her children.
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