The end of Love is the End of Art
May. 16th, 2009 09:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
imomusToday is the last day of the strange nocturnal soap opera Aki Sasamoto and I have been performing daily at Zach Feuer Gallery. Here's another YouTube installment, courtesy of another Aki, a male this time. Aki Saru has put quite a few videos of the show up on his page.
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Between 5.30 and 6pm today we're doing something a bit different. The characters, who've been prowling around in the dark ignoring each other so far (it feels a bit like Sartre's In Camera, with its famous line "hell is other people"), will finally acknowledge each other in the final half hour. Well, almost. We'll be feeding each other pasta with a long double-ended fork, in a version of a piece Aki's done before, Feedback. The instructions for Feedback call for the diners to be listening to the radio on headphones while talking at cross purposes, without hearing each other. In our version, though, I'll be listening to the music of Martin Rev. Aki will be listening to my album Tender Pervert, which she's never heard before.
Although the art show ends today, Aki and I continue to perform together throughout the month. She'll be accompanying me, gesturally, at some of my music shows, and also at the reading at Starr Space on May 24th, All My Crowns are Made of Paper.
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Between 5.30 and 6pm today we're doing something a bit different. The characters, who've been prowling around in the dark ignoring each other so far (it feels a bit like Sartre's In Camera, with its famous line "hell is other people"), will finally acknowledge each other in the final half hour. Well, almost. We'll be feeding each other pasta with a long double-ended fork, in a version of a piece Aki's done before, Feedback. The instructions for Feedback call for the diners to be listening to the radio on headphones while talking at cross purposes, without hearing each other. In our version, though, I'll be listening to the music of Martin Rev. Aki will be listening to my album Tender Pervert, which she's never heard before.
Although the art show ends today, Aki and I continue to perform together throughout the month. She'll be accompanying me, gesturally, at some of my music shows, and also at the reading at Starr Space on May 24th, All My Crowns are Made of Paper.
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Date: 2009-05-17 12:15 am (UTC)You're in Wolfram|Alpha !
Date: 2009-05-17 11:13 am (UTC)Re: You're in Wolfram|Alpha !
Date: 2009-05-17 12:46 pm (UTC)Get the fuck over yourself you ridiculous hack.
You are Weird Al Yankovic with pretentious to art.
Get a real eye and a real job.
Love ya,
Gran
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Date: 2009-05-17 03:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-17 03:56 pm (UTC)-Spencer
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Date: 2009-05-18 05:35 pm (UTC)with a feast
Date: 2009-05-19 03:17 am (UTC)I could not stay beyond this ending, my sister was waiting outside with her offspring, but, I wished in my imagination, that the audience could take a bite from that pasta. I hadn't had any food that day and started salivatining when I saw the feast. It was a priviledge to see the performance twice and two times I left the gallery with bundle of inspiration.
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Date: 2009-05-19 05:29 am (UTC)Re: with a feast
Date: 2009-05-19 06:13 am (UTC)Exercise: Imagine being there for a few good hours. At some point you must think of something, what would that be? Don't forget, even though you are not speaking, you are taking part in an art installation. Oh, you can actually speak but only to yourself...