It’s been same years since art began. Thousands even. Time flies by so fast. One day you have those awsome cave-wall paintings, next day someone writes about Ulysses who’s lost in Dublin. Also, every now and then there is someone talking about the end of art, claiming that nothing new is possible and that all our creative possibilties are exhausted. Supposedly all is said and done we can go home. Right? Only, there are a few artists lingering on, lonely and jobless. Sitting hopelessly for our viewing instead of their art.
#Marina Abramovic: The Artist Is Present
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As I mentioned previously the Refined Quotes blog got to a place of a stagnation. Of course there are new meterial, new visits and new followers. Yet it all became too routine. It was meant to be a hunt for new ideas , however the creativity deminished slowly but steadily. In the end I’m only happy with the content and form of the ‘about’ page, which is also a manifesto that I try to follow.
The beginning of this year was great, people started comming in, I’ve added the paintings, movie frames and later the songs. Eventually I got to a point where there was a standard alogrithm for me to use, with better or worse results in attention catching, nevertheless it became an effort, a fixed procedure. The very thing hated so much by people like Burroughs or Wallace, who I openly admire from post to post.
See? Mr. Burroughs is dismayed.
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A Spectre is haunting multinational capitalism–the spectre of free information. All the powers of ‘globalism” have entered into an unholy alliance to exorcize this spectre: Microsoft and Disney, the World Trade Organization, the United States Congress and the European Commission.
(Here’s another entry from the other blog, originally posted 05/02/2012)
You know the Anonymous. A mysterious, yet quite popular, loose collective of hackers/activists. That are to be expected or so they say. Since Pynchon’s identity is in fact unknown and his person is unreachable consequently that makes him as anonymous as it gets. However important is the case of reclusiveness and trying to hide from everyone for decades, this is not the main argument here. The point is that he invented a model of ‘Anonymous network’ before they could ever learn what Linux was.
These days, when you are talking to one person, you are talking to a thousand.
Some writers are horrified at the idea that three
hundred thousand copies of my first novel were downloaded and
“only” ten thousand or so were sold so far.
If it were the case that for every copy sold, thirty were taken home from the store, that
would be a horrifying outcome, for sure. But look at it another
way: if one out of every thirty people who glanced at the cover of
my book bought it, I’d be a happy author.
And I am. Those downloads
cost me no more than glances at the cover in a bookstore,
and the sales are healthy.