Simon Taylor
judge for yourself, lest I be judged in your stead… from the series Profane Icons
… on the subject of proxy – or representation: to wit, the latest by Smythe & co. here? or: bow wow – or: This is not a metaphor (except, of course, if, as the comments suggest, we consider that the NZ cultural polity is suffering a seizure)
‘style is a personal form of originality‘ – Baudelaire; to the limit of all faculties – Deleuze’s Kant; truth is more important than art – Lord’s Giacometti
The problem of vision for Giacometti was to find the style which would most amply and truly embody it. That is the problem, of course, of all art, and it is the cruelest problem of all, for it tests the personal resources of the artist beyond the limit of his
Better poetry with Benn, mit Beckmann, Dix and Hofmann
Nachtcafé
824: Der Frauen Liebe und Leben.
Das Cello trinkt rasch mal. Die Flöte
rülpst tief drei Takte lang: das schöne Abendbrot.
Die Trommel liest den Kriminalroman zu Ende.
Grüne Zähne, Pickel im Gesicht
winkt einer Lidrandentzündung.
Fett im Haar
spricht zu offenem Mund mit Rachenmandel
Glauge Liebe Hoffnung um
Nicholas Fox Weber’s Balthus biography ruined by splashes of white vitriol, or, the Crac, cracks, a cat, a stilhetto, slits, a tit, one true line, more cracks, & tragedy ending in a crime
Baladine, Balthus’s mother, writes in a letter to her lover, Rilke, about her son’s teacher, Mr. P. The latter has in his possession a pastel by Balthus but is under the false impression that it is Baladine’s work. The preface referred to is by Rilke to Balthus’