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    Neil Goldberg’s Retrospective or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the L Train | Untapped New York
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    Clifford Owens at PS1. Read my review at Untapped New York!

    Clifford Owens at PS1. Read my review at Untapped New York!

     
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    Moyra Davey at Murray Guy gallery. Read my article at Untapped New York!

    Moyra Davey at Murray Guy gallery. Read my article at Untapped New York!

     
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  6. Why I Am Not a Painter
Frank O’Hara
 
I am not a painter, I am a poet.Why? I think I would rather bea painter, but I am not. Well,
for instance, Mike Goldbergis starting a painting. I drop in.“Sit down and have a drink” hesays. I drink; we drink. I lookup. “You have SARDINES in it.”“Yes, it needed something there.”“Oh.” I go and the days go byand I drop in again. The paintingis going on, and I go, and the daysgo by. I drop in. The painting is finished. “Where’s SARDINES?”All that’s left is justletters, “It was too much,” Mike says.
But me? One day I am thinking ofa color: orange. I write a lineabout orange. Pretty soon it is a whole page of words, not lines.Then another page. There should beso much more, not of orange, ofwords, of how terrible orange isand life. Days go by. It is even inprose, I am a real poet. My poemis finished and I haven’t mentionedorange yet. It’s twelve poems, I callit ORANGES. And one day in a galleryI see Mike’s painting, called SARDINES.

    Why I Am Not a Painter

    Frank O’Hara

    I am not a painter, I am a poet.
    Why? I think I would rather be
    a painter, but I am not. Well,

    for instance, Mike Goldberg
    is starting a painting. I drop in.
    “Sit down and have a drink” he
    says. I drink; we drink. I look
    up. “You have SARDINES in it.”
    “Yes, it needed something there.”
    “Oh.” I go and the days go by
    and I drop in again. The painting
    is going on, and I go, and the days
    go by. I drop in. The painting is 
    finished. “Where’s SARDINES?”
    All that’s left is just
    letters, “It was too much,” Mike says.

    But me? One day I am thinking of
    a color: orange. I write a line
    about orange. Pretty soon it is a 
    whole page of words, not lines.
    Then another page. There should be
    so much more, not of orange, of
    words, of how terrible orange is
    and life. Days go by. It is even in
    prose, I am a real poet. My poem
    is finished and I haven’t mentioned
    orange yet. It’s twelve poems, I call
    it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
    I see Mike’s painting, called SARDINES.

     
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    Mi Pelo Largo Querido, Irina Werning
     
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Conceptual artist Marta Minujín at her first “happening” La Destrucción in Paris. She piled mattresses along the Impasse Roussin and invited other avant-garde artists to destroy the display.  
A photo of Marta and the unburned mattresses can be seen here.

oh my god yes burn it down

    coolchicksfromhistory:

    Conceptual artist Marta Minujín at her first “happening” La Destrucción in Paris. She piled mattresses along the Impasse Roussin and invited other avant-garde artists to destroy the display.  

    A photo of Marta and the unburned mattresses can be seen here.

    oh my god yes burn it down

     
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    Tags: louise bourgeoisart

    “A work of art doesn’t have to be explained. If you do not have any feeling about this, I cannot explain it to you. If this doesn’t touch you, I have failed.”

    Louise Bourgeois

     
  10. “Walking, in particular drifting, or strolling is already—within the speed of culture of our time—a kind of resistence. But it also happens to be a very immediate method for unfolding stories. It’s an easy, cheap act to perform.”
-Francis Alys

    “Walking, in particular drifting, or strolling is already—within the speed of culture of our time—a kind of resistence. But it also happens to be a very immediate method for unfolding stories. It’s an easy, cheap act to perform.”

    -Francis Alys