stream-of-consciousness artsy ramblings, loosely inspired by The Velvet Underground

i.

a couple weekends ago i stayed up late and had a couple beers while trying to figure out why The Velvet Underground is a big deal.

uh, let me backtrack a bit.

( Read more... )

ii.

when i first played porpentine's "howling dogs", i rolled my eyes at the opening, which is just a long quote lifted from a kenzaburo oe's teach us to outgrow our madness. i had an unconscious, knee-jerk reaction: oh gee, look at this pretentious person, probably into lousy MFA fiction, majored in lit, putting on airs by name-dropping foreign nobel prize winners. (my unconscious it not very nice.)

i played the game and didn't much like it. it felt pretentious. its language was overwrought. there wasn't really a solid core.

( Read more... )

( iii. )

( iv. )

( v. )

vi.

i've noticed lately that i've used the word "patient" to describe art i really admire.

( Read more... )

( vi. )

( fin. )