Archive for the ‘Starla’ Category
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Bernadette
Bernadette by Starla Bontecou. Oil paint on an antique photograph. A gift for Jeff to celebrate his recent move to Boston.
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Productivity and Clara
Clara | Starla Bontecou | 2010 Though this past weekend I visited my sister’s new place, had coffee with old friends, and hung out with my brother, it seems as though all I do is work these days. I finished two PhD applications and both of my term papers this week, and I’m still working on a final foundations assignment ...
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Undying
Undying | Starla Bontecou | 2010 “A light in the moon the only light is on Sunday. What was the sensible decision. The sensible decision was that notwithstanding many declarations and more music, not even withstanding the choice and a torch and a collection, notwithstanding the celebrating hat and a vacation and even more noise than cutting, notwithstanding Europe and ...
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love or prison
I’ve been working to Penny Sparkle all day. Despite the terrible reviews, I still think it’s beautiful. Mend | Starla Bontecou | 2010 Love or Prison? | Starla Bontecou | 2010
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Sotte
Si ce n’est pas d’être impressionné Je peux aussi bien être un sac plein de sable avec une perruque et un masque de papier parlant Echos de retour d’un idéal que vous pensez vous avez déjà gagné Je me sens comme un corps sans visage spectacle pantomimes cyclique et glisser culottes pour le plaisir de votre bunker comme vous le ...
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Ele provou em branco
Às vezes me pergunto onde foi, mas seu rosto nunca era inocente. Minha intuição nunca mentiu como ele fez com os dedos calejados rastejando fora de suas mãos. Ele me fez comer a sua voz para me lembrar que eu posso ser estúpido. Ele possui nenhum conhecimento além do vazio, ele não é nada, mas morto, sem cor, sem rosto, ...
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Neo-Harmonics
Neo-Harmonics: Notes on the Body in Post-Millennium Performance Art A Manifesto by Starla Bontecou | Originally published in Steel Bananas 19 “The self-image of Modernity that is rooted in bodily experience cannot wholly be grasped in this current preoccupation with the emblematic character of the body as a kind of social advertisement. In fact, the quality of embodiment is almost ...
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DADAHEART
TRANSCANADADA PROCEDURE INSTRUCTIONS: The surgeon will begin by exposing the chest cavity through a cut in the ribcage. The surgeon will then open the pericardium (a membrane that covers the entire heart) in order to remove your diseased heart. The back part of your own left atrium will be left in place, but the rest of the heart will be ...
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Qui êtes vous, Polly Maggoo?
One of the inspirations for a film I’m working on with The Gentleman… Qui êtes vous, Polly Maggoo? | William Klein | 1966
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What is post-millennium humanism?
“Our point of departure is, indeed, the subjectivity of the individual, and that for strictly philosophic reasons. It is not because we are bourgeois, but because we seek to base our teaching upon the truth, and not upon a collection of fine theories, full of hope but lacking real foundations. And at the point of departure there cannot be any ...
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Recurring Dream
Faces | Starla Bontecou | 2010 I re-experienced my only recurring nightmare last night after a three year hiatus. This was the fourth time since I was fifteen.
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Hungry, Restless, Wicked, and Wild
Sitting on the curb outside the pizza place, hair frizzy from the mist off the falls, your headphones on my ears, New Kind of Love blaring. Slow conversation. Laughter. A bus ride home with knees against the seat, summer air on our palms out the window, swapping songs, shoulder to shoulder. Bon Iver, our realization of the dark starlit voyage: ...
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CAT PEOPLE
“She was one of the dreaded ‘Cat People’ – doomed to slink and prowl and court by night . . . fearing always that a lover’s kiss might change her into a snarling, clawing KILLER!” This B-movie from 1942 is too good to be true…
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PARIS
…in 69 days! I’m already trembling with excitement. I just sent off my volunteer application to Terry at Shakespeare & Co. so I might be lending a hand in the most renowned bookstore in the world! Even if they reject me because they’re up to their ears with young volunteer writers from around the globe, I’m sure I’ll still be ...
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hautechnic
I started a new fashion blog. Lord knows I don’t need another goddamn weblog, but I talk about fashion enough to warrant a place where I can keep my button ramblings. I also wanted to use a picture that I made of dog-headed women in design somewhere, so voila!
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MB DRO ROSHI
“What’s this? What’re the antagonists doing here – infiltrating their own audience? Well, they’re not, really. It’s somebody else’s audience at the moment, and these nightly spectacles are an appreciable part of the darkside-hours life of the Rocket-capital. The chances for any paradox here, really, are less than you think.” Zak Smith, did it eat your soul too? | Starla ...
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treading water
six shifts, shards pieces of sounds more familiar, he- moving forward untamed, moving backward jerking like a handful of collar, like a sudden meeting of surfaces, one absorbing the momentum of outstretched hands maintain the border with fingertips circling eject, fondling the end, seducing with the ghost of lack, blank look, some sort of void emotion, urge to hate and ...
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“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live ...
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There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
It was unendurable that // her that // her voice was so powerful and // powerful and naked. (from D.H. Lawrence’s Women in Love)
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A brief note on Starla
Starla waits in object snuffs, Toledo face-paint, Paris sheen, the round lamenting of the labial eye, a promise of purpose, turquoise, feathers against her cheek for rooftop dreams, a constant moving up, up, when really it’s just out, out: that broken foreign process of chest, heave, fingering a small toy train with red painted wheels. Glass bowls. Wool. She ages ...
