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sorry for those couple of hours on saturday when dantewoo.com ceased to exist. what's the matter with me? why can't i write?
25: the last rabbit (wendy), mark ryden
est quaedam flere voluptas (there is a certain pleasure in weeping, from the writings of ovid).
mulholland drive was great, even when everyone in the theater giggled at the lynchian midget in his control room. one scene, when a guy sees his nightmare vision in real life behind a dumpster, scared everyone so much that you could hear people gasping and saying "oh my god."
oh addresses the difficult subjects of adolescent sexuality, violence and incest. holzer introduces the reader to an unknown speaker who meticulously details a girl's body. the uncertain relationship between these two characters invites speculation over the nature and purpose of the observation. the nameless voice suggests the vulnerability of an adolescent in its description of her arms, throat and ribs . . . only gradually does the reader comprehend that these words belong to a mother studying her daughter.
- leah sweet, institute of fine arts, new york university
hc: let me just give two examples from the new text. there is the tender voice that says something like, you are easy to track and fun to hunt. and this contrasts sharply with the terrible harshness of, girls are found awake or with eyes burst down holes open or made new rabbit frozen or flailing blood sneaks or ass rains ruined on an infant with a sucker throat gagged or mewling still love aside on the bed waits.
- jenny holzer in conversation with henri cole, february 5, 2001, at the american academy in berlin
typos while typing that: writing "next text" instead of "new text"; omitting "voice" from between "there is the tender" and "that says".
i love reading this stuff during and after seeing the installation, but when i looked at holzer's words, the thing that struck me was how much effort it took to take it all in. it's these electronic displays that are layered on top of each other, one moving quickly and the other slowly, so that you read something and after it leaves the screen you see it repeated, trailing after. it's hard to keep up because the words move so quickly and you get confused as to which train of thought you're following. plus, it's on the ceiling, so you have to sit in this big, high-ceilinged room with bare floors and people walking around, to read it for an extended period.
i'm spending a lot of time with my new boyfriend (i hate that word) and i worry about missing and losing my friends.
remind me to never show my stomach on this blog.
i'm earning the same amount that i did a year ago, my rent is only marginally higher, but i feel like i have much less money to spend.
my handwriting has gotten worse because i mostly type.
my friends seem to have one of two beliefs on the meaning of life: love and quality.
posted November 11, 2001 in art, delivery, film, print. 2003