An Artistic Interlude

After clicking on the first link – wtf was on his face?? – there is no way I am clicking on that video. I’m going to guess he guzzles that cup of whatever and regurgitates it onto the audience to determine who is or is not worthy of appreciating his “art”?
I need that pretentious art explanation generator thing.

Heathens, the lot of you. Here I am, heroically excavating wonders from deep in the artistic underbrush…

@ComputerLabRat:

After clicking on the first link – wtf was on his face??

Are you referring to the pig or the fish?


Supper will be accompanied by wine, served in mugs as demonstrated in the video.
Bring your own napkins.

Ladies, avert your eyes.

I can see his artistic underbrush.
I’ll fetch your coat.

Ah! ‘Twas the fish to which I was referring – the angle in the pics you posted are more clear. The thing in question was vaguely familiar, but my brain refused to process it. Thanks, Xas!
I can see his artistic underbrush.
Bartender! A drink for the lady.
Ladies, avert your eyes.
Well, he is a bit on the scrawny side. Still, I do appreciate the odd bit of male nudity on occasion, but alas, will have to wait until I get home to click that particular link.

It’s the wearying predictability of it all.
It’s all a big lie. Write a ridiculous existential description of what your performance art shows and then don’t show it. They’re not even clever enough to tie the descriptions to elements that actually occur in the piece. Cleverness can overcome the crappy and banal but they play everything straight and earnest, playing farce as if it were tragedy. Every Shakespeare tragedy has its moments of comic relief. But these punters are without humour.
There’s more performance and wit in a 30 second commercial than the entire performance art oeuvre. One itches for the heartbreak of psoriasis.

It’s all a big lie.
It’s so tediously small.
The art, I mean.

I went to a modern classical recital to support a friend recently. It was as you’d expect modern classical to be, i.e. earnest nothing, but what interested me was the fact that it was held in small art gallery, so before the recital I had a quick peruse. Again, it was what you’d expect, earnest drivel accompanied by long explanations of what the piece of ‘art’ was ‘about’ which bore no relation to the ‘art’.
What genuinely astonished me, and provoked much mirth on my part, was that one of the pieces of ‘art’ consisted of the sign ‘to let’ in front of two blue folders/bins – within each of which was… a urinal.
One hundred years on and there has been no advance on Duchamp. There’s a reason for that.

I’m pretty sure that guy used to sit in the cubicle next to mine, back in the bad old days. Gods, am I happy to have graduated to an office with a door…

“Patriarchal Appendage of Power”
Band name.

No really, the hamster urine isn’t necessary, thanks.
[ Reaches under bar for spray bottle. ]
Fetch the weasels.

Lots of OCD in performance art, it would seem. Is that what he means by “states of insurrection?”
I think he has revealed more than enough, thank you.

Fetch the weasels.
Band name.

Jack the Ripper (probably) identified at last!
https://nypost.com/2019/03/18/dna-research-may-finally-unravel-jack-the-ripper-mystery/
I can remember reading a few books that fingered Aaron Kosminski as the most likely (known) candidate. Although a big surprise on Judgement Day is still not out of the question, since some of the murders could have been copycat crimes. It could be Jack the RipperS.

Jack the Ripper (probably) identified at last!
Bruce “Withnail” Robinson’s book is well worth a read- They All Love Jack. It’s utterly mad, but the hypothesis is intriguing, and the evidence persuasive.
FWIW, Robinson rules out Kosminiski as he was mad and a simpleton, and posits he was framed up by antisemites. IIRC, timing also rules him out as a candidate (should the canonical five be but the tip of the iceberg). Robinson believes that Jack was a ‘sane’ psychopath with a massive ego and a grudge against the establishment. Robinson reckons all of the letters to the cops were genuine, and Jack gave clue after clue to his identity in them. Robinson also rckons that there was no Ripper mystery, but that the coppers knew they were dealing with an establishment figure and were desperately trying not to catch him, lest questions were asked about certain fraternal societoes that (at that point) controlled much of the establishment.
As I say, bonkers, but persuasive.

I’m almost convinced these people are massive trolls who sit down the pub all day and dream up this wankery to con the Arts Council of the odd £10k every now and then.
Almost…

Isn’t modern dance ghastly?
My fellow Americans who do not care for Elizabeth Warren will be happy to hear I would no longer be not too disgruntled if she were appointed President, as she has announced her hostility towards my son, which is the unpardonable sin.
You have probably heard of tiger mothers. Mothers of handicapped children are velociraptor mothers.

“I’m not a butcher
Not a yid
Nor yet a foreign skipper
But I’m your own light-hearted friend
Yours truly, Jack the Ripper.”
Now if somebody can figure out the intriguing mystery of Dyatlov Pass…

Here I am, heroically excavating wonders from deep in the artistic underbrush…
I’m sure you’ll find that pony if you keep digging.
Fetch the weasels.
Band name.
Opening for Unleash the Archers.

“I’m almost convinced these people are massive trolls…”
“It’s like this is a baiting performance-act joke.”
– Ace

No big footprints in the snow.

Sshh. Art is happening.

Yeti attack.
Ah, now that also is a band name.

Sshh. Art is happening.
He identifies as a Brita water filter.
Does that mean we can throw him away in 60 days?

Juvenal would throw his hands up in despair.
How does one say “I got nuthin’, bro. ” in Latin?

First one of these you put up that made me ill. Considering your record, that is saying something.
No refunds. Credit note only.

Or at least water down the liquor.
Why it’s damn near homeopathic now!

It “appears” that Claude’s rumbling tumble in the hay was more exciting than he anticipated. Hopefully his gear remained intact and the swelling was temporary.

Can you keep it down please, Australian football is about to start.
There’s an entire planet between us. About 6,000 trillion metric tons. You’d think that the molten iron core would dampen the noise somewhat.
And I’m sorry, but I don’t believe there’s such a thing as Australian football.

And where is the camel fat?

Camel fat required

Dribbling and tapping a cup. My kids used to do that until I told them not to be so daft.
If only they had continued they could be famous performance artists. Ah, I regret so much now…

Woke™ Science!™
I need a research grant to look into the Lauripennian Uncertainty Principle, whereby it is simultaneously true that 1) men and women have no significant differences, and B) men are terrible monsters responsible for all the woes endured by women. I’m almost certain that the research will require a new approach to the two-slit experiment.
I’ll just show myself out now.

There’s more than one mug in that video.
Aside from the fact that these things are sometimes fascinatingly bad in their shunning of competence and discernible aesthetics, there’s also the assumption that we, the audience, are not supposed to notice this, or at least not object. Apparently, we’re not supposed to have standards or discernment, and will therefore pretend.
Which is faintly insulting.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-6824039/Battle-shrunken-heads-Gruesome-trophies-headhunting-tribe-fire-protesters.html

Unhappy visitors this month labelled the exhibit [of shrunken heads] ‘a freak show’ and such concerns have led the museum, which was founded in 1884 by wealthy archaeologist Augustus Pitt Rivers, to review whether it should continue to exhibit the heads.
It’s not the first time the Pitt Rivers has come under criticism. Last year, two human scalps from North America were removed from the same cabinet after Native Americans claimed that such displays were disrespectful to the deceased.
…But wherever you stand on the debate, one strong argument for keeping them at the Pitt Rivers is that they remind us of the role played by the unscrupulous European collectors who encouraged their gruesome trade.

http://www.unz.com/isteve/conan-the-librarian/

In the second half of the 20th Century, academics engaged in a concerted effort to make the prehistory of Eurasia sound kinder, gentler, and much, much duller. For example, the Battle Axe culture of Northern Europe of 4,000 to 5,000 years ago was renamed the Corded Ware culture. Instead of invasion, conquest, enslavement, and rapine, the past was more about different peoples getting together in a spirit of sharing to teach each other their arts, their crafts, their languages, their values, their hopes, their dreams …
For the entire 21st Century, though, Greg Cochran has been predicting that when genome analyses of ancient buried corpses are finally done, the prehistory of Eurasia will wind up looking a lot less like the later 20th Century conventional wisdom and more like the fantasy world created by the bookish Robert E. Howard for his Conan the Barbarian stories in the 1930s.

Pogonip – I had the same first impression when I would peruse Dalrock’s writing but I gave him a chance and his worldview is far more nuanced than “God says wife is servant”. I’m not even religious but find it interesting to read a “red-pilled” Christian’s take on the world and the state of Christianity.
IMO he believes men and women should follow biblical teachings and avoid those in the church that seek to flatter female egos by diminishing their sin and placing all of the burden on men. Again, I don’t even believe in all of that but reading his accounts of what is actually being preached explains a lot of why the faith is losing people – men in particular – in droves.

Hi Sam,
I did look at his site and he sounds like a decent fellow. So I hope he and Mrs. Dalrock are both happily married.
Although I’m still a bit suspicious that a hidden microphone would pick up quite a few “yes, dear”s. But if he’s happy & she’s happy, that’s OK with me.

I was waiting for someone to throw a cream pie in his face. Now THAT would have been some performance art worthy of a donation! Next time just puke at the audience…same effect.

Get this guy a sippy cup.