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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’

Auckland Airport from the series Profane Icons

watermelon from the series Profane Icons

Pauly, Condom Alley, 4/3/10