Misanthropic Circle
Smith: I guess you forgot what it's like to be younger.
Jones: You have no idea what it's like to be older.
Kool A.D. - Damien Hirst (feat. MondreM.A.N. & Dope G) [prod. by Young L]
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Kool A.D. “Damien Hirst” (feat. MondreM.A.N. & Dope G) [prod. by Young L]
Seriously – Mr Hirst – I am talking to you. It seems you have no one around you to say this: stop, now. Shut up the shed. I say this as a longtime admirer, not an enemy. No encounter with a contemporary work of art has ever thrilled me like the day I walked into the Saatchi Gallery in 1992 and saw a tiger shark’s maw lurch towards me. But these paintings are abominations unto the lord of Art. They dismantle themselves. Each of these paintings – from the parrot in a cage to the blossoms and butterflies – takes on the difficulties of representational painting and visibly fails to come close, not merely to mastery, but to basic competence.
Just another afternoon at the Multi-Purpose Astoria Park Sponsored By Nike (r) “Just Do It” (tm)
“Saluki-faced Thierry Poutrincourt leans back in her chair and and presses her palms hard against her temples…”
Definitive Jest covers my all-time favorite description of a face. I want a saluki so badly, but apparently they’re a little hard to find.
I am a person who admires his writing. I think there should be a thing-like social entity or occurrence called “Tao Lin via Tao Lin”. It would just be Tao Lin. So I guess I’m merely saying there should be Tao Lin.
