Punk is dead. Long live punk!
There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
- Genesis, 6:4
This is you. This is your journey.
There is so much chance for randomness and magic in the public sphere, but our reliance on hand-held computers and mobile devices has seriously curtailed the possibility of that magic entering our lives.
There is a Big Secret Art Thing happening in the garage behind [redacted], a tear-down-to-be in a an ugly & uglier section of Montrose. No one knows about it and no one knows what it means. Go in& look to your left. Daylight hours only. BURN THIS.
We hammer wood for a house,
but it is the inner space
that makes it livable.
We work with being
but non-being is what we use.
- Lao Tzu, *Tao Te Ching*
We need take no more note of it than of a war between two African kingdoms in the fourteenth century, a war that altered nothing in the destiny of the world, even if a few hundred thousand blacks perished in excruciating torment.
- Milan Kundera, *The Unbearable Lightness of Being*
In anticipation of Bastille Day, here is some contemporary art I saw last month at 59 rue de Rivoli.
Master minimalist Donald Judd made an appearance at Mason Park on Houston's East End to unveil new concrete works along the banks of Brays Bayou last Sunday.
Smoke paints the air / Swirling images through my mind / Like a whirlpool spin beginning to unwind / And I stand at the edge cautiously awaiting/ As time slips by / Carefully navigating by the stars in the sky / And I sit / And I think to myself/ And on the horizon the sun light begins to climb