A few years ago, an artist made a convincing-looking fake bomb, put it
in the bed of a truck, and parked it in front of a shopping center
(Westlake Mall) in Seattle. This caused a panic, and the police found
the artist. He said it was performance art, so that was pretty much
the end of it.
At the time, I thought it would be funny to go to his house with a
starter pistol loaded with blanks, wait for him to walk out his front
door and halfway down his front walk, then pull out the starter
pistol, empty it at him, then walk over and say "performance art".
So I told this story to somebody recently and they told me that made
me anti-art, and a friend of fascists who would censor art.
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
> "The Lord of the jungle immerses himself in an orgy of blood and lust.
> The Man of Bronze thirsts for a devastating revenge. Their final
> meeting is a climax of sex, violence and perversion that will never be
> forgotten. For the loser -- a hideous death. For the winner -- a
> beautiful, voluptuous woman and the promise of immortality..."
What the FUCK does your friend know about art anyway?
That.....
makes sense....
....sure......
if the fake bomb guy can't take a taste of his own medicine (which he
probably could without being too offended) then he doesn't deserve to
be an artist of any kind. The other guy just sounds like a prick.
That makes me think of Bansky. And when I think of Bansky, I get all
tingly. And when I get tingly that means I have to go make tinkle.
more than me.
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
By Bell's theorem everything once entangled in a quantum
event is still connected. By the expansionist Big Bang theory, by
definition, everything in the entire universe is quantally entangled.
Thus, everything is in immediate contact with everything else.
Among other implications, everyone's head is up their ass.
> if the fake bomb guy can't take a taste of his own medicine (which he
> probably could without being too offended) then he doesn't deserve to
> be an artist of any kind.
Nobody deserves to be an artist. That's a fate I wouldn't wish on my
worst enemy.
pb
http://www.banksy.co.uk/outdoors/horizontal_1.htm
these are genius.
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
Why so happy to laugh with your mouth shut?
You should laugh like a flower, without a care.
Love that leaps from the soul is not the same thing
As love you hang round your neck by a string.
- Rumi
>On 29 Apr 2007 22:02:09 -0700, Popess Pantiara Evokovitch
><pant...@gmail.com> wrote:
>
>>http://www.banksy.co.uk/
>
>http://www.banksy.co.uk/outdoors/horizontal_1.htm
>
>these are genius.
the highest I ever arose was I used to make signs in magic marker that
said "If you lived here, you'd be home now!" and tape them up on
alleys where the bums used to sleep, where you could see them from the
street.
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
I define religion as the attempt to see the world through a god's
eyes. It seems irrelevant to me whether that god actually exists.
>On Sun, 29 Apr 2007 22:36:21 -0700, Zapanaz
><http://joecosby.com/code/mail.pl> wrote:
>
>>On 29 Apr 2007 22:02:09 -0700, Popess Pantiara Evokovitch
>><pant...@gmail.com> wrote:
>>
>>>http://www.banksy.co.uk/
>>
>>http://www.banksy.co.uk/outdoors/horizontal_1.htm
>>
>>these are genius.
>
>the highest I ever arose was I used to make signs in magic marker that
>said "If you lived here, you'd be home now!" and tape them up on
>alleys where the bums used to sleep, where you could see them from the
>street.
http://www.banksy.co.uk/indoors/sale.html
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
Man made booze, God made poison ivy -- WHO DO YOU TRUST?
>On Sun, 29 Apr 2007 22:36:21 -0700, Zapanaz
><http://joecosby.com/code/mail.pl> wrote:
>
>>On 29 Apr 2007 22:02:09 -0700, Popess Pantiara Evokovitch
>><pant...@gmail.com> wrote:
>>
>>>http://www.banksy.co.uk/
>>
>>http://www.banksy.co.uk/outdoors/horizontal_1.htm
>>
>>these are genius.
>
>the highest I ever arose was I used to make signs in magic marker that
>said "If you lived here, you'd be home now!" and tape them up on
>alleys where the bums used to sleep, where you could see them from the
>street.
these are really fucking good
http://www.banksy.co.uk/indoors/grannies.html
http://www.banksy.co.uk/indoors/napalm.html
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
>Helpful hints. If the grave is shallow, coyotes wil dig up the corpse.
better yet, sprinkle a little breakfast cereal over it before you bury
it, and the elves will dig it up and make shoes out of it.
Amazing the things you learn in the boy scouts.
>On Sun, 29 Apr 2007 22:50:56 -0700, Zapanaz
><http://joecosby.com/code/mail.pl> wrote:
>
>>On Sun, 29 Apr 2007 22:36:21 -0700, Zapanaz
>><http://joecosby.com/code/mail.pl> wrote:
>>
>>>On 29 Apr 2007 22:02:09 -0700, Popess Pantiara Evokovitch
>>><pant...@gmail.com> wrote:
>>>
>>>>http://www.banksy.co.uk/
>>>
>>>http://www.banksy.co.uk/outdoors/horizontal_1.htm
>>>
>>>these are genius.
>>
>>the highest I ever arose was I used to make signs in magic marker that
>>said "If you lived here, you'd be home now!" and tape them up on
>>alleys where the bums used to sleep, where you could see them from the
>>street.
>
>these are really fucking good
>
>http://www.banksy.co.uk/indoors/grannies.html
>
>http://www.banksy.co.uk/indoors/napalm.html
http://www.banksy.co.uk/indoors/print1.html
NEEGEE!!
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
You've been sane too long Dan, it's time now to be BETTER than sane!
Well hell then, I must be worse than your worst enemy.
I plan on waitressing to support my acting career and have a nice
cardboard box condo I'll share with a rabies infested cat.
I still feel like I'm attatched to my mom's umbilical cord financially
and I hate it. But if I cut it now, I'll have to live with her anyway.
So I guess I'll just have to grin and bear living with her for two or
three more years and not spend money on frivolus shit like she does.
Except X Day, which is NOT frivoulus in any form.
This brings up my concept of Slack. I am an Emergentile. It's really
hard for my friends to understand that I HAVE to stress myself out
doing something I love to get Slack. I nearly had a panic attack when
I was in a play earlier this year, plus midterms, and working at a
pizza place on weekends. But the play was so incredibley worth it and
I was so happy to be part of it and become close to the director and
other actors. If I don't have something to procrastinate at at all
times, I think my head will explode. That's why I haven't cleaned my
room since I moved into the apartment, so I have a safety
procrastination device in case of emergency efficiency.
Dude, if you didn't dig his grandma out of her grave, and make hot
passionate love to it in his front yard when he was getting ready to go to
work, it isn't performance art.
Meet Banksy the Terror Artist:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0OjtCNmu0OY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkZoC6dwRqE
> So I told this story to somebody recently and they told me that made
> me anti-art, and a friend of fascists who would censor art.
Since you have at no point actually asked a question, my response is this:
"ALL ART IS STUPID".
--
Dr. Legume
-----------
"No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the
pool of their blood comes too close." - Chuck Palahniuk
Just answer one question Joe: If the circumstances were identical in
every way except for the fact that the guy with the fake bomb was not
calling it "art", how would you have reacted? ...the
same? ...different? ....and why?
--
Miss Binky
http://MissBinky.com
> --
> Zapanaz
> International Satanic Conspiracy
> Customer Support Specialisthttp://joecosby.com/
>
>
>
> > "The Lord of the jungle immerses himself in an orgy of blood and lust.
> > The Man of Bronze thirsts for a devastating revenge. Their final
> > meeting is a climax of sex, violence and perversion that will never be
> > forgotten. For the loser -- a hideous death. For the winner -- a
> > beautiful, voluptuous woman and the promise of immortality..."- Hide quoted text -
>
> - Show quoted text -
I have a friend who struggled for years as an actor, and then as a
film director producing three films, only one of which made any money
(for the investors, not him). I met him on the ships where he was
working as a deckhand to support his career. Many years later I
looked him up and guess what? He's now a captain with his very own
ship!
Often, when you set out to do something, fate takes you in a
completely different direction. I started out as a musician, had
lots of desire but not much talent, so I went and studied
electronics. Took a stab at aviation, marine engineering, trucking,
software development, worked many years in the oil industry, and now
I'm a financial analyst. Go figure.
The only thing I'd add is when you do something, do it like your life
depends on it, because in reality, it does. Don't waste time doing
something half-assed (like my guitar playing). Acting is a career
with pretty long odds, and you'll need a thick skin to survive. Not
saying you won't make it, but be prepared to take a hard look in the
mirror at some point, and above all, have a plan-B.
And as Sponge Bob would say,
Good luck with that!
pb
No, actually what I said was that it is vigilantism under the guise of
'art' and it makes you look like a nut job who goes out and terrorizes
people whose opinions conflict with your own. This is what ultra-
conservative fundamentalist x-tian's do when they want to prove a
point. eg. bombing abortion clinics because killing a baby is wrong,
so kill the baby killers (hmm...that's not wrong?) ...I was merely
pointing out that u r not in good company.
Do you realize that when pointing a gun at a person and pulling the
trigger, it is immaterial whether or not the gun is loaded because the
person whom the gun is being pointed at does not know if it is loaded
or not? It's a criminal act and to contemplate doing something like
that in retaliation for a person doing something that was terroristic
'art' in the first place is a bit unhinged. I'll say it again "Who
the fuck do you think you are George Bush, fighting terrorism with
terrorism???" The fact that you did not answer my question the other
day, just makes me all the more confident in my assesment.
If you're going to do something stupid like that, all I ask is that
you don't bring "art" into it! Go get a fucking education about art
before you start that shit, asshole.
--
Miss Binky
http://MissBinky.com
> --
> Zapanaz
> International Satanic Conspiracy
> Customer Support Specialisthttp://joecosby.com/
>
>
>
> > "The Lord of the jungle immerses himself in an orgy of blood and lust.
> > The Man of Bronze thirsts for a devastating revenge. Their final
> > meeting is a climax of sex, violence and perversion that will never be
> > forgotten. For the loser -- a hideous death. For the winner -- a
Miss Binky is in da House, and she brought a whole can of WhoopAss.
You go girl....:)
--
Rev. G.G. Willikers
The issue here is not whether we broke a few rules or
took a few liberties with our female party guests. We did.
But you can't hold a whole fraternity responsible for
the behavior of a few sick, perverted individuals.
If you do, shouldn't we blame the whole fraternity system?
And if the whole fraternity system is guilty,then isn't this
an indictment of our educational institutions in general?
I put it to you, Greg.
Isn't this an indictment of our entire American society?
Well you can do what you want to us, but we won't sit here
and listen to you badmouth the United States of America!
There's better ways than art to make money.
pb
Artist, eh? Alright then. Let me see your badge.
pb
>
> > To me Banksy comes off as an artist who's fighting/yearning to be
> > recognised by the Establishment. And the only reason I can think he'd
> > want that is money - which let's face it is a desirable commodity.
>
> There's better ways than art to make money.
>
Unless you're an artist. Then suddenly it's the BEST way! Funny how
that works.
Ah... but how many actually *are* artists, as opposed to those who
only imagine they are? And what's the measure of it? How much
money they make? How many adoring fans they have? How many
citizen's committees they offend? It's all very nebulous, isn't it?
pb
he said he told "somebody", not a friend
Zapanaz wrote:
> On Mon, 30 Apr 2007 00:59:10 -0400, "sibu SODDI"
> <gloomi...@mudshow.com> wrote:
>
>> "Zapanaz" <http://joecosby.com/code/mail.pl> wrote in message
>> news:59ta33dctktc9g47n...@4ax.com...
>>> ok
>>>
>>> A few years ago, an artist made a convincing-looking fake bomb, put it
>>> in the bed of a truck, and parked it in front of a shopping center
>>> (Westlake Mall) in Seattle. This caused a panic, and the police found
>>> the artist. He said it was performance art, so that was pretty much
>>> the end of it.
>>>
>>> At the time, I thought it would be funny to go to his house with a
>>> starter pistol loaded with blanks, wait for him to walk out his front
>>> door and halfway down his front walk, then pull out the starter
>>> pistol, empty it at him, then walk over and say "performance art".
>>>
>>>
>>> So I told this story to somebody recently and they told me that made
>>> me anti-art, and a friend of fascists who would censor art.
>>
>> What the FUCK does your friend know about art anyway?
>>
>
> more than me.
all art is masturbation. i'm sure you know lots about that
would this make him a piss-artist?
Except for the "making money" part. That's not funny at all.
Nonetheless, your idea is good performance art. It is not anti-art. It
will make the bomb artist more sensitive and aware. In fact, if you
*don't* do it, you are committing a crime against art.
BLP
You tell Miss Binky she owes you a snake dinner.
BLP
If the guy with the fake bomb did it just to scare people, then it
would be even more urgent that he be confronted with a fake gun. His
purpose would have most likely been to terrify people, and a dose of
his own medicine could be a galloping good tonic.
On the other hand, if he did it as art, confronting him with a fake
gun is just another move in the game. It is art, but higher art...
expanding the performance to include both artists as an integral part
of the experience, and expanding what was a one act play into an open
ended, ongoing story. Bravo! I say.
The artist must be fearless, and if a confrontation with a fake gun
puts him off his feed, well then, beans to him! That sort of thing
should sharpen the mind of an artist with a real vision.
Baldin Lee Pramer
So was the phony bomb art, or nart.
> It's a criminal act and to contemplate doing something like
> that in retaliation for a person doing something that was terroristic
> 'art' in the first place is a bit unhinged. I'll say it again "Who
> the fuck do you think you are George Bush, fighting terrorism with
> terrorism???" The fact that you did not answer my question the other
> day, just makes me all the more confident in my assesment.
>
> If you're going to do something stupid like that, all I ask is that
> you don't bring "art" into it! Go get a fucking education about art
> before you start that shit, asshole.
What if a well known artist did it. Would that be OK?
BLP
That's Seattle for you.
> There's something charming about his work, but also something that
> seems as banal as most art is these days.
>
And he can't even be bothered to write his own artist's statement:
http://www.banksy.co.uk/manifesto/index.html
--
C.
But the choice of statement is interesting. Did you read it to the
end?
An extract from the diary of Lieutenant Colonel Mervin Willett Gonin
DSO who was
among the first British soldiers to liberate Bergen-Belsen in 1945.
I can give no adequate description of the Horror Camp in which my men
and myself were to spend the next month of our lives. It was just a
barren wilderness, as bare as a chicken run. Corpses lay everywhere,
some in huge piles, sometimes they lay singly or in pairs where they
had fallen. It took a little time to get used to seeing men women and
children collapse as you walked by them and to restrain oneself from
going to their assistance. One had to get used early to the idea that
the individual just did not count. One knew that five hundred a day
were dying and that five hundred a day were going on dying for weeks
before anything we could do would have the slightest effect. It was,
however, not easy to watch a child choking to death from diptheria
when you knew a tracheotomy and nursing would save it, one saw women
drowning in their own vomit because they were too weak to turn over,
and men eating worms as they clutched a half loaf of bread purely
because they had to eat worms to live and now could scarcely tell the
difference. Piles of corpses, naked and obscene, with a woman too weak
to stand proping herself against them as she cooked the food we had
given her over an open fire; men and women crouching down just
anywhere in the open relieving themselves of the dysentary which was
scouring their bowels, a woman standing stark naked washing herself
with some issue soap in water from a tank in which the remains of a
child floated. It was shortly after the British Red Cross arrived,
though it may have no connection, that a very large quantity of
lipstick arrived. This was not at all what we men wanted, we were
screaming for hundreds and thousands of other things and I don't know
who asked for lipstick. I wish so much that I could discover who did
it, it was the action of genius, sheer unadulterated brilliance. I
believe nothing did more for these internees than the lipstick. Women
lay in bed with no sheets and no nightie but with scarlet red lips,
you saw them wandering about with nothing but a blanket over their
shoulders, but with scarlet red lips. I saw a woman dead on the post
mortem table and clutched in her hand was a piece of lipstick. At last
someone had done something to make them individuals again, they were
someone, no longer merely the number tatooed on the arm. At last they
could take an interest in their appearance. That lipstick started to
give them back their humanity.
BLeeP
You know, you are absolutely right. It wasn't really about what is
art and what is not...I just got sooooooo fricking tired of arguing
with Joe, that I wanted to saw my damn ears off and I was more than a
little pissed that he felt the need to come here & rally the troops
around him and not bother to mention whom the argument was with. I
felt that in doing so, it created a biased perspective and it was a
pretty weasely thing to do.
Honestly, the truth is that I cannot stand to hear people yammer about
what a great artist they think they are in their own mind and how
*they* should have some sort of gallery exhibit, when they hear that I
am having one; yet *they* have never bothered to either create a body
of work or go out into the art world and find someone to showcase
their talents. Rather, somehow by virtue of their birthright...or
osmosis, they feel a sense of entitlement to have someone acknowledge
them as an *artist* and cannot seem to understand why *they* are not
being featured in a gallery somewhere....so instead, they complain
about how they should've done *this* or they were going to do *that*
but the reality is, they've never done a damn thing but talk about it.
In my imagination, I am an excellent saxophone player...I sound just
like John Coltrane...really. Somehow, when I get the instrument up to
my lips and blow, it's a different story...it sounds more like cats
being tortured. I actually made a baby cry by playing the
instrument; that's when I turned in my saxophone...for humanity's
sake.
It can be so disappointing to realize that you actually have to devote
many, many long hours to perfecting something that you really believe
you can do, when once you take it out of your mind and actually try
it, you find out it's not as easy as it looks. It is an insult to the
people who devote thier lives to the arts, to act in a dilettantish
manner and stomp your feet,demanding to be taken seriously as an
artist. I have no respect for that.
Whatever art is or is not, is subjective. One person's roadkill is
another person's art. Whether good or bad, what define's an artist
however, is the fact that they actually create art, rather than merely
talk about it.
"Art is anything you can get away with." - Marshall McLuhan
pb