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SEPTEMBER 5, 1979
Read excerpts from
The Tao of Painting and Chinese Calligraphy
in Kutztown State Library.
Getting restless.
Watch tape loop of
Video Clones
; seen in new poetic light. Thoughts about sequence and repetition.
Reading
The New Television/A Public Private Art
, by Davis and Simmons.
I don’t talk much.
Easily inhibited.
SEPTEMBER 12, 1979
Making cut-ups/collages with information from three available sources:
1. Computer instructions for ELECTRONIC DIGITAL COMPUTER.
2. “Guide to Visual Aids and Teaching” (from Mother’s college course).
3. Sister’s work sheets from third grade dealing with WORD MEANING/CONTEXT, ETC.
Made a word computer data sheet with computer instructions and words cut out and pasted on data paper.
OCTOBER 1, 1979
THINKING ABOUT BOXES
WHAT DOES IT MEAN
TO MAKE “GOOD” ART?
MEANING IS A
PRESUPPOSITION OF FUNCTION.
WITTGENSTEIN.
WHO CARES IF YOU DO
OR DON’T. SOMEONE
IS IN THE SUBWAY
TALKING TO THEMSELF.
TALKING ABOUT
TALKING. TALKING
ABOUT NOBODY
LISTENING. WHO CARES
IF YOU “MAKE” ART.
WHAT IS “MAKING”?
SEEING IS MAKING
ONLY IF SOMEONE
IS SEEING. THE PERSON
IN THE SUBWAY IS
SCREAMING, “NOBODY
IS LISTENING,” BUT
EVERYONE IS LISTENING
AND SEEING AND
MAKING AND BEING.
 
DARK MOVIE HOUSE
SUCKING SOUNDS
PHOTOS TODAY IN TIMES SQ.
BEFORE AND AFTER.
SALIVA SHINES
 
BIG COCKS. LOOKING
AT PORNOGRAPHY ON
42ND ST. I RECOGNIZE
A GUY I MET ON
CHRISTOPHER STREET.
NICE COCK. SMILES.
ACTION COSTS MONEY
GLOSSY PHOTO MAKES
HIM SEEM REAL.
 
FASHION BOY SITS UP
STRAIGHT AND
DOESN’T SMILE.
I WANNA SUCK
YOUR COCK MOVIE MAN,
I WANNA
I WANNA HOLD YOUR
HAND, WALA!!
PRETTY EAST VILLAGE
BOY YOU LOOK LIKE A
POET I WANT TO
LICK YOUR FINGERS.
I WANT YOUR FINGERS IN MY MOUTH.
 
Imagining shadows
ignoring truth.
Blank stare with
matching glasses.
Didn’t shave today
and don’t care.
Dressing in costumes.
Color is distorted
and so is time. I’ve
never seen this
face before.
 
Sitting on TRAIN across
from hippies. I feel
sick. What did I
find out since then?
I’m thinking of memories
that fit a formula.
I saw this band a few
years ago.
 
I used to have a pigtail.
It was too late
when I even thought I
was a hippie.
These jerks are still confused
and it’s four years later.
LET ME FUCK YOU LITTLE
HIPPIE BOY. LET ME
SIT HERE AND WRITE
THINGS ABOUT YOUR FAT
LITTLE COCK. IF YOU COULD
SNATCH AWAY MY
BOOK AND READ MY
WORDS YOU WOULD
(AND YOUR HIPPIE FRIENDS)
KICK IN MY FACE.
I’M SUCKING YOUR
COCKS LITTLE HIPPIES
IN MY MIND.
OCTOBER 3, 1979
POPE NO RED CURTAINS
ONLY READING FORD BRONCO
T.V. LIGHT FRED’S FACE
ILLUMINATED WET LIPS
REFLECT RUM CAKE CONVERSATION
TIGHT LOVE FEELS WARM
OPEN MOUTH SCREAM POPE
LOVE EAT POPE CALLING
NO IDENTITY ESCAPES SEX
WALK WATER MILK CHRIST
PICTURES SAYING COME NOW
HOT REFLECTION JOHN’S FRIEND
HAIR WET CURLS SMILE HOT
FIRST ENLIGHTENMENT REVEALS
EMPTY GLASSES CALLING POPE
STOP ENOUGH SIGH TALKING
WET WARM MEMORY INSUFFICIENT
NEXT TIME QUESTION RETURNS
RECIPROCATE SALIVATE MASTURBATE
OCTOBER 4, 1979
Watched the 45-minute dance tape of Molissa Fenley and Joan Frist—twice.
Painting on St. Mark’s Place
Red on black
20 color slides documentation
OCTOBER 6, 1979
Suzanne Langer speaks of ritual as “the formalization of overt behavior in the presence of sacred objects.”
 
APPRECIATION OF ART IS A MORAL ERECTION;
OTHERWISE MERE DILETTANTISM. I
BELIEVE SEXUALITY IS THE BASIS OF ALL
FRIENDSHIP.
—Jean Cocteau,
Writers at Work
(
Paris Review
Series)
 
I KNOW I AM SOLID AND SOUND, TO ME
THE CONVERGING OBJECTS OF THE UNIVERSE
PERPETUALLY FLOW, ALL ARE WRITTEN TO ME,
AND I MUST GET WHAT THAT WRITING MEANS.
—Walt Whitman, “Leaves of Grass,” I, 57
 
YOU OBJECTS THAT CALL FROM DIFFUSION
MY MEANINGS AND GIVE THEM SHAPE.
—W. Whitman, “Leaves of Grass,” I, 178
 
LOCATIONS AND TIMES—WHAT IS IT IN
ME THAT MEETS THEM ALL, WHENEVER AND
WHEREVER, AND MAKES ME AT HOME?
FORMS, COLORS, DENSITIES, ODORS—
WHAT IS IT IN ME THAT CORRESPONDS WITH
THEM.
—W. Whitman
 
A VAST SIMILITUDE INTERLOCKS ALL, ALL
SPHERES, GROWN, INGROWN, SMALL, LARGE,
SUNS, MOONS, PLANETS,
ALL SOULS, ALL LIVING BODIES THOUGH
THEY BE EVER SO DIFFERENT
THIS VAST SIMILITUDE SPANS THEM, AND
ALWAYS HAS SPANN’D
AND SHALL FOREVER SPAN THEM AND
COMPACTLY HOLD AND ENCLOSE THEM
—Walt Whitman
 
33RD STREET SUBWAY STATION
THIRTY-FOURTH STREET FLAG SHIRTS
KITTY TRIES TO COMMIT SUICIDE
SCREAMING COLORED WOMAN FEAR
OCTOBER 17, 1979
DRESSED ALL IN BLACK I RODE UP IN AN ELEVATOR FOUR FLOORS WITH A BLACK MAN DRESSED IN ALL WHITE.
Wittgenstein:
The existence of an internal relation between possible situations expresses itself in language by means of an internal relation between the propositions representing them. . . .
Even if the world is infinitely complex, so that every fact consists of infinitely many states of affairs and every state of affairs is composed of infinitely many objects, there would still have to be objects and states of affairs. . . .
The information of the message is only REDUCED by the addressee when he selects a definitive interpretation. In the case of aesthetic messages which require the simultaneous grasping of multiple senses, the informational quality of the message remains UNREDUCED.
Heraclitus:
The hidden harmony is better than the obvious.
 
It is what strikes me most in Van Gogh,
the painter of painters, who, without going
any further in what is called “painting,”
neither setting aside the tube, nor the
brush, nor the framework, nor the motif, nor
the canvas, nor the intrinsic beauty of the
subject or the object, managed to impassion
nature and objects to such a degree
that the fabulous stories of Edgar Allan Poe,
Herman Melville, Nathaniel Hawthorne,
Gerard de Nerval, Achim Arnim or Hoffman
say no more on the psychological and dramatic
plane than these twopenny canvasses.
—Antonin Artaud
 
Recording spreads time over space; it is a mapping of time into space. It gives time the properties of space, in particular, reproducibility, permanence, reversibility, and divisibility. . . .
—Abraham Moles
 
The artistic deed is AUTONOMOUS, independent
of its technique of construction.
It may be accessible through its structures,
but nothing
a priori
indicates that these
are connected with the technique of
construction.
—Abraham Moles,
Information Theory and Esthetic Perception
EVERY WAKING HOUR
WE WEAVE
WHETHER WE WILL
OR NO
EVERY TRIVIAL ACT
OR WORD
INTO THE WARP MUST GO
—From 9th St. school P.S. 122
OCTOBER 30, 1979
And some part of me thinks that this will make it better and it’s frustration. And it’s not knowing why or how. And it’s boys everywhere, and it’s boys everywhere. Now it means something else. It’s talking about it to your friends all the time and they’re bored. It’s wanting all these guys, wanting them bad, but not really
wanting
. It’s an ideal. It’s something you know you can’t have and that’s why you want it. It’s acting different every minute. It’s looking and looking and erections without a cause, without a cause and without reciprocation. Reciprocate. Am I saying anything at all? It’s getting to the point of not being able to work and not. And not. And I want you. It’s ego. Ego. I need reciprocation. I always feel this, eventually. Is my mother still here. Grandma is dying and I’m crying ’cause I’m just 21 and I’m standing on 54th Street and I don’t know why. I have no answers and no time to wait. I need it. I need. I need. Need answers. People look and turn away. I want to be rejected. I want—fuck it—fuck me. Fuck it. Fuck.
OCTOBER 31, 1979
LOOKING BACK
ROW BOY
PLAID EVERY HAIR
PLACE SHIRT
EYES MISINTERPRET
INTEREST
LONGING RECIPROCATE
CALLING
NOSE AS SPECIFIC
IMAGE FUN
EVERY BEING TIME
DISTORTS
SMOKES PROFILE AS
LURIE BOYS
NOSE AS MACHO
SIGNIFIER TIMES
SEMIOTIC EXPAND
VOCABULARY
BACKGROUND MUSIC
CULTURE CHINA
WHO OWNS WORDS MAKE DREW SAY
BLACK EYES GO DEEP PIERCE HARD
LOOKING WISHING MISINTERPRET
ALWAYS FANTASY WORLD TALKING
IMAGINE PERFECT HOT OCCASION
HE RETURNS GAZE HARD EYES NOW
I WANT I NEED I LONG
CLOSETS KEEP SUBURB BOYS HOME
VISIT MY JAPANESE ANY AGAIN
I WOULD TRY HARD WHAT NOW
LOVING BACK ROW BOY LOOKING
STABBED TO DEATH
BY BALL-POINT PEN
CRYING SCREAMING
ERECTION SLIDES DOWN
CASTRATION FANTASY
ARTAUD SAID HE SAW
HE SAW ALWAYS MINE
FACTUAL LOVE KILLS
STABBED TO DEATH
BY BALL-POINT PEN
BLACK LEATHER
ITALIAN DOMINATION
CALLING AFTER HE SAID
BLACK EYES HIT HARD
STILL WAITING IN LINES
ARTAUD SAID HE SAW
MONSTERS EATING FLESH
LICK OFTEN WARM MEAT
BLACK SHIRT RIPS OPEN
REVEAL MEAT RED EYES
ERECTION SLIDES DOWN
LATER NOW TALKING STILL
FRANKLIN FRED BEING NOW
HAVING DONE NO WRONG
EFFORT ACKNOWLEDGES IDEA
BLACK EYE MAKE UP TRYING
MEETING OTHER RETURN UNHARMED
RETURN FOCUS RETURN FULL
POLISH BREAKFAST CLARITY RINGING
FUN CHEEKS AS BEFORE
INFORMATION THEORY AND THEN
SORE LEGS HARD FLOOR
MISSING FRED’S SMALL ROOM
HALLOWEEN MEANS NOTHING
LAST PENIS YEAR T-SHIRT
RETURN TO SAME MEMORY
PROPHETIC POPE SCREAM STORIES
LYING SELF LOVES OTHER NOW
TRICK NOT NOW ACCOMPLISHED
REJECT THIS OVER AGAIN
I DO JOB ALWAYS HE TELLS
WISHING LOOKS WEREN’T WAITING
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