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i love the always lurid ‘garage sale’ signs, stuck to things like trees or garbage bins, sometimes accompanied by balloons. i’d never go though.
i can imagine you exhibiting your work one day at a garage sale. prices randomly determined & so forth. but haggling too: ‘$5? come on mate… i’ll give you a million & a half pesos…’
add some rain and wind and we all get a bit sticky and lurid really.
i’m very fond of your keysian garage sale idea merek dotion. random haggling, different currencies, but don’t forget theft! someone has to steal something.
someone will naturally steal you, mid-outrageous-haggle. you’ll be held captive for 6 months in dingy motor inn in crows nest. your captors will say nothing the whole time, but will obsessively film you.
finally, you will overpower them & emerge into the media spotlight in possession of the film. you will cut / paste / arrange the film into a standalone artwork, & launch it at some overblown triennial festival. it will not be received well by the critics.
brilliant. the path is paved and i feel like i’m walking it. you could spend a worse six months than in a crows nest motor inn right? overblown triennial festivals, god bless their corporate sponsors, just don’t know how to hang a kidnapping canvass, that’s all.
Fuck Crows nest I hope a bunch of those psycho Somalian pirates kidnap the both of you cunts. They’ll start the ransom at US$2,000,000, but will have to reduce the rate after a few months of non-interest from Australian authorities, and after ten years of utter apathy from DFAT you’ll be let go with the promise to send over a few empty crushed up cans of Fosters, your captors being relieved to be rid of your strange cut-up poems… Afterwards you will not send these crushed up cans of Fosters at all but instead try and sell them at yet another tedious garage sale alongside the unwashed pants you wore during ten years incaptivity – ‘these are the very crushed cans we promised to send to those Somalian pirates and the very pants we soiled ourselves in the whole time!’. But nobody will believe your stories despite the fact that you both will have the countenances of Rip Van fucking Winkle and perhaps if you are lucky people will spit on you for your outlandish and offensive lies.
As ever, thanks for your long distance vitriol Borge. Despite the incontestable logic of your Somalian-Fosters-Soiled-pants narrative of suffering reaped upon us for our *outlandish and offensive lies*, may I suggest that as far as the potential of being kidnapped goes, *you* are a million times more likely to be kidnapped than Derek or I. Especially since your identity has been outed from behind the bloggers cloak. No doubt you will not need reminding that in PNG you are a foreigner (and a long pig at that), an advisor with links to the Gee-Gee and an outspoken critic of certain injustices that make up the Moresby status-quo. If one was so inclined, one could see this as glad-handling the elite with one hand and pissing in the pot with the other. A dingy motor-inn in Crows Nest starts to looks like a holiday, and those Somalians seem like pretty reasonable people…
June 16, 2009 at 2:30 pm |
i love the always lurid ‘garage sale’ signs, stuck to things like trees or garbage bins, sometimes accompanied by balloons. i’d never go though.
i can imagine you exhibiting your work one day at a garage sale. prices randomly determined & so forth. but haggling too: ‘$5? come on mate… i’ll give you a million & a half pesos…’
June 16, 2009 at 2:43 pm |
add some rain and wind and we all get a bit sticky and lurid really.
i’m very fond of your keysian garage sale idea merek dotion. random haggling, different currencies, but don’t forget theft! someone has to steal something.
June 16, 2009 at 2:47 pm |
someone will naturally steal you, mid-outrageous-haggle. you’ll be held captive for 6 months in dingy motor inn in crows nest. your captors will say nothing the whole time, but will obsessively film you.
finally, you will overpower them & emerge into the media spotlight in possession of the film. you will cut / paste / arrange the film into a standalone artwork, & launch it at some overblown triennial festival. it will not be received well by the critics.
June 16, 2009 at 2:55 pm |
brilliant. the path is paved and i feel like i’m walking it. you could spend a worse six months than in a crows nest motor inn right? overblown triennial festivals, god bless their corporate sponsors, just don’t know how to hang a kidnapping canvass, that’s all.
June 18, 2009 at 11:15 am |
Fuck Crows nest I hope a bunch of those psycho Somalian pirates kidnap the both of you cunts. They’ll start the ransom at US$2,000,000, but will have to reduce the rate after a few months of non-interest from Australian authorities, and after ten years of utter apathy from DFAT you’ll be let go with the promise to send over a few empty crushed up cans of Fosters, your captors being relieved to be rid of your strange cut-up poems… Afterwards you will not send these crushed up cans of Fosters at all but instead try and sell them at yet another tedious garage sale alongside the unwashed pants you wore during ten years incaptivity – ‘these are the very crushed cans we promised to send to those Somalian pirates and the very pants we soiled ourselves in the whole time!’. But nobody will believe your stories despite the fact that you both will have the countenances of Rip Van fucking Winkle and perhaps if you are lucky people will spit on you for your outlandish and offensive lies.
June 19, 2009 at 1:46 pm |
As ever, thanks for your long distance vitriol Borge. Despite the incontestable logic of your Somalian-Fosters-Soiled-pants narrative of suffering reaped upon us for our *outlandish and offensive lies*, may I suggest that as far as the potential of being kidnapped goes, *you* are a million times more likely to be kidnapped than Derek or I. Especially since your identity has been outed from behind the bloggers cloak. No doubt you will not need reminding that in PNG you are a foreigner (and a long pig at that), an advisor with links to the Gee-Gee and an outspoken critic of certain injustices that make up the Moresby status-quo. If one was so inclined, one could see this as glad-handling the elite with one hand and pissing in the pot with the other. A dingy motor-inn in Crows Nest starts to looks like a holiday, and those Somalians seem like pretty reasonable people…
June 19, 2009 at 2:42 pm
I’m glad-handling the elite and pissing in their gaping mouths!