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Times Square – Grand Canyon
“Suddenly I found myself on Times Square. I had traveled eight thousand miles around the American continent and I was back on Times Square and right in the middle of a rush hour too, seeing with my innocent road eyes the absolute madness and fantastic hoorair of New York” From “On the Road”, Jack Kerouac.
And what would he see now? Would he still be enthralled with it and soak in the romance and frenentic energy of …tourists in metal folding chairs smack dab in the middle of Broadway stuffing caesar wraps down their ‘ol pie holes?
Some famous wag once said that New York was not Detroit multiplied by 6 or Spokane by 20 and he was right, just ask the folks who retire out to beautiful Bumfuck nowhere or hot and humid Florida and slowly realize as they follow oldsters in Oldsmobiles with left turn signal lights permanently locked on, that after the third cup of coffee, or maybe after 5th re-checking of an empty e-mail account, that there is Nothing Happening and they must move immediately move to be within a 50 mile radius of the epicenter of the Universe, get into Times Square for a fix of the powerful nitro fueled dervish blast of human energy.
Praise For An Artist Who Does Nothing
In the huge center area at MoMA sitting in a cordoned off area at Marina Abramovic’s feet was a well behaved gaggle of earnest and intent art lover type folks. There she is, they say, pointing and with hushed whispers. That’s really her, the artist sitting in a chair and in a robe, good posture not even. She is the art. What she does here is lean forward a little and look at you in a creepy stare down kids game. I have to admit I don’t find this interesting. Yet. But there is something great about the idea of not doing anything. I have tried it at home ever since I was young and although I try it a lot now, it just seems to get everyone in the house very angry.
A Show About, What?
Yes, yes ekphrasis ( the curators know what this means and you don’t) was a big hit in terms of over 400 people, cool music and the joining of writers with artists in the dead doldrums of a harsh, cold winter. Although many of us spent the evening being shusshed in the adjoining room where some slightly inebriated artists seemed to be enjoying themselves a little too noisily. Ok. The readings went on for an hour and a half. Ok? This is a long time for all the art folks with the collective attention span of a gnat to pay attention to anything. But curator Pamela Hart did put together a cool group of writers and poets. Read the rest of this entry »
