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I wrote this over three years ago, on October 11, 2002, on my old weblog. I won't explain the whole context of that time, but the audience for this was primarily a bunch of high school-aged webloggers. It turned out to be somewhat true, though thankfully not as true as the scenario I describe. I just stumbled across it, and wonder if this is all in the past, or if there is still any future in my prediction. Some of these links are probably now dead.
Hey kids, guess what? It was in the news. Did you miss it? I just quickly looked at all of the latest posts of the younger bloggers linked from Lloyd's for a mention of or reactionto the news, but I didn't see any. None among the texts: allie, alvin, cole, daniel, danny, devin, dianne, fergus, james, jamie, jenn, jennifer, joe, joline, joseph, josh, kati, kyle, lauren, nick s., nick s.-g., ozzie, priscilla, stevie, trev, wako, yiyi; and none among the grads: aaron, alejo, amanda, bigi, cuz.aaron, fed, florence, jessica, kass, nathan, quad, robin, spark, stephanie, vikki. Over two thirds of the House and Senate has authorized our "President," George W. Bush, to "Use Force Against Iraq (NY Times)." That means he, and he alone (though, dontcha know, he'll be gettin' expert advice, hah!) can decide whether or not the U.S. will go to war. War? Isn't that something that happens to other people? What would war look like these days? Probably the same thing it always has. It means young people involved in dangerous, nasty, smelly, ugly, emotionally scarring scenarios of torn flesh, spilled blood, splintered bone, painful maiming, and, well, killing. You know, DEATH. As in maybe the "enemy's'" death, maybe a friend's or cousin's, maybe you're own. The End. But that's OK. We'll all wear little flags on our lapels and stick them on our bumpers to show our appreciation. We'll say a little prayer for you and thank you for your sacrifice, Your family will get a pretty flag the sight of which will make them stand a little taller and prouder, and our President will send your family a letter of thanks, too. In the meantime, you'll still be dead. Ouch. Later, during a press conference or State of the Union Address the President will wrinkle his brow, and pull his lips tight and tucked in that masculine way so many of us use to show concern or sorrow, just to let you know, "I care." Try this: when your brother is trying to get the Veteran's Administration to pay for that mysterious ailment with the headaches and the achey joints and the sterility just be sure and say, "Dubya sent us!" Oh, I'm not worried for myself, of course. I'll be safe, if only a little inconvenienced. I'm 45, too old to go to war. I'll stay at home and help pay for the war, and say good-bye and good luck to the young people I know, and then watch the body count on the news. After that I can continue to enjoy stabilized oil prices and internal combustion engines for the rest of my life. Let me say, right now, in all sincercity, thank you. And Laura, thanks for all of your hard work. Please keep doing such a good job teaching, because those fourteen year olds are going to be needed in about four years to help keep the great malls, highways, and stadiums of the "greatest country on the face of the Earth (Bush Speaks)" safe and free for extended cable and People magazine. But gosh, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm just overly pessimistic, being a darned spoil sport. Maybe I'm just not patriotic enough. Maybe I should take comfort in the fine words of Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton on October 10, 2002 during her floor speech on S.J. Res. 45, A Resolution to Authorize the Use of United States Armed Forces Against Iraq: "I will take the President at his word that he will try hard to pass a UN resolution and will seek to avoid war, if at all possible (Senator Clinton Speeches)." Cool, the Prez will try hard. I'm glad he takes his job seriously. And thanks, Hilary, for expressing your confidence so eloquently. Bloggers! The Free Speech Movement is not just a cafe! "There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part, you can't even tacitly take part," said Mario Savio on December 2nd, 1964 (The Free Speech Movement Digital Archive). You, the weblogger between thirteen and twenty five! You're the one who is threatened. You're the one who is going to fight this war. What do you think? The Gulf War and recent Afghanistan actions were relatively brief. Lots of people died, just not so many Americans. But no one expected the military actions in Vietnam, which was a real if not legal war, to last twelve years and result in 58,156 American casualties (The History Place: The Vietnam War). It can happen again. "War! What is it good for? It's good for business (Billy Bragg)." |
Untitled (State-sanctioned Murder [1]), 2005, HTML, 310 x 368 pixels
No one has ever asked me, "Hey, have you ever thought of Kazimir Malevich when making those HTML thingies you make? Not the Suprematist ones so much as those shiny metallic figure paintings?"
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| Kazimir Malevich (Russian, born Ukraine. 1878–1935.) Woman with Water Pails: Dynamic Arrangement. (1912–13; 1912) Oil on canvas, 31 5/8 x 31 5/8" (80.3 x 80.3 cm) The Museum of Modern Art, New York | Kazimir Malevich Girls in a Field, 1928-1930 Oil on canvas, 106 x 125 cm. The Russian State Museum, St. Petersburg |
If I were asked this question, the answer would be, "Yes, way back."
Since August 2004 I have written or been involved in writing twenty eight pieces about art. I say "involved" because five of these pieces are interviews. Twenty one of these pieces were written during 2005, seven at the end of 2004. They have been of different lengths, depth, quality and success, and most were an attempt to seriously tackle some aspect of an artist's work, and in some cases a single work.
About a year ago, after having written a few pieces, I set myself the goal of writing at least one art essay a month during 2005. I thought of these writings as critical essays; I didn't want to just write reviews, but instead I wanted to describe and explain a way, or some ways, of looking closely at a particular piece of art or a body of work, to talk about how to look at and experience the work, and to explicate how through looking to find meaning. I wanted to write about how I look, and to hopefully have that serve as a model for others of how to look closely, how to assess the qualities and characteristics of art, and how to use these to figure out intended meaning, accidental meaning, and personal meaning for the viewer.
This challenge began in summer of 2004 when George Lawson asked me, somewhat out of the blue, to write something for his solo show at Elins Eagles Smith Gallery in San Francisco in September 2004. My only credentials were our exchange of emails. I agreed, and wound up writing nearly 3,000 words. It was a great experience and I'm glad George asked me to write for him. There are parts of that essay that I value tremendously. And once I started writing I thought I'd continue- now, here it is nearly the end of 2005.
Writing takes time, lots of time. Most writers don't really know what they're going to say, what they really think, how it all builds into something, until they start forming the words and sentences. Writing is idea shaping. Words are almost like clay, like paint- they are bits that are put together, pulled apart, moved around, thrown on the floor, picked back up again. It is essential to most kinds of thinking. I certainly would like to have more time to write. Any of these pieces could use not only another draft or three to craft the writing, but those successive drafts would also likely deepen any ideas these essays attempt to express. These will likely have to stand as they are, and that's fine. I set myself a simple goal, and I certainly exceded it. It's a good feeling to look back at this list; many of these pieces I still enjoy reading. I hope you enjoy reading them, too.
Untitled (Eugene McCarthy 1919-2005), 2005, HTML, 440 x 260 pixels