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Friday, September 26, 2003 SARABANDE -- “If at first you do not succeed, failure may be your style” Quentin Crisp -- This is a Groupie Pitch- A slice of fun In a badlands sector of SkinCity- a Fuhrerless Hamlet of- Bankrupt Statements Bleak Romance- and the Uberprivileged > Metamorph cosmopolites Scavenging bitches Real estate dealers Ad-men and- Victims of Booty TV All travel forth to Jean Genie Street> A momentary Pauper-safe Area-where Metrosexual Microtopia Meets the Electrosphere> The makeshift Spa has been Transformed into a weary Mediathon> Psychedelic Blondes Teutonic Tarts Peroxide Mermaids Patchwork Harlots- Are all engrossed in a Cross barrier loop Of revaluation> Burb, The Kris, Smutty Xtreme, Joe the Nail Greve12, Sultry Sophie Li, Fawn, and Little Kate Glamazons and Poets- Conspire to rock the House> A capacity elite-crowd Rallies for the Rave Thankful Acolytes Significant Outsiders Narcissus and The Muse Collide to shape a New Camelot Into their mirror image> The Outer-borough dive Has transformed into A visionary lab of Club-gear aficionados- Dressed in pisser-pants And velcro-crotched Bathing suits> An instant everybody is Destined for a cameo in a Nano-powered videogame- High-maintenance captives Of a hostile takeover At 200Mhz Ultracrisp> The mold is broken- The scene falls below Radar A rave backfires into A resurrection of crooks- Cons and Neon-sluts> The decrepit locale triggers A mix of relentless libido Infinite cornucopia- and Instant mindgasms> This is Hooligan’s Bohemia- A supercharged catalog of Stockists’ euphoria> The sensory Block Pigment of Love Soul definition The luscious Scout Sensational taboos The Balaclava Godfathers of Ambrosia Detachable motion Romance Language Desirable DNA The demise of Sacrifice Asymmetric Haircuts Gyro Foam High-key ineptitude Idealogues Quasi T-shirts Vice Vaporisers Lava Cake The ultimate crowd Medieval Kitchen Champions of dissent The Platonic threesome Pheromone Balm Fragrance bracelets T he Po er P f Gi l Es n e f D-b se P nk C e s r E e h d E i T M d D h e X t M B n [esc] -- (c) Walt 2003 -- posted by Walter at 9/26/2003  Wednesday, September 24, 2003 GIMME THAT TING -- Why there are no cats in the forest A parrot was what He once had on his left shoulder, The thought of it, Which came long before The actual bird Which never came. It never came. It was never the season For parrots Which were unreachable, Which nested on the highest And deadest of branches Of the tallest tree In the farthest forest And he lived in the city And no one ever promised a bird Or spoke to him. And the season he was now carrying A stray cat On the same shoulder Was that the thought of the parrot Would not fly away. A dream never flies away But it can be destroyed Or eaten. Simeon Dumdum JR © Soho Square 4 – Bloomsbury Publishing 1991 -- The poem above describes the conundrum of: The arrival of the -‘Butterfly Gangster’- by fire Stirred by the ponderous noise of heavy Diesel engines and the sirens of Fire Department trucks approaching, halting and subsequently spreading sudden panic in our quiet residential area, we opened the windows on that early autumn evening some years ago, to observe that the lower floor of the ‘Viking Sauna’ one block down was on fire. Snakelike flames emanated from the windows of the somber brick building, blowing greasy black smoke across the neighborhood. The street was soon sealed off by Police, as curious residents and passers-by watched the spectacle. Since the building was vast, and the fire had spread all across its interior, it raged on for most of the evening, until it fizzled out, leaving the devastated building scarred and disfunctional. For some time the ‘Viking Sauna’ constituted an ambivalent presence in the street, the building oozed shadyness and obscurity. Rumor had it that the owner was troubled by debt, and that the fire had been caused on purpose. The Sauna was part of a larger partly empty building, situated close to a primary school, and covering half of the street. For the next few days the building was cleared out and boards were fixed in lieu of the broken windows. For much of two years nothing happened; aggravating rumors that the fire had not been accidental; until finally the building was sold. A complete renovation ensued, leaving the structure intact, though resulting in a more robust and industrial looking structure than before. Cameras and an Intercom were attached to the front and along the right side of the building guarding the unobtrusive entrance. However. no nameplate nor other indication as to its occupant(s) was attached to the building. It became apparent that an artist- or group of artists had acquired the building; since all of its space seemed allocated to function as artist’s studios. For a year none of my neighbors had a clue as to who the main proprietor of the building was, until a friend confirmed a persistent rumor.Walasse Ting- The Poster King, Parrot Master, and self professed ‘Butterfly Gangster’ had come to town. Walasse Ting has been- and probably still is a formidably succesful poster artist. One imagines that his graphic work and paintings must rate among the best known works of popular art worldwide. Ting himself however is the Houdini of self representation. Little if any personal background is available. Pictures of him, alone or with his contemporaries are scarce, moreover his writings and poems are cryptic and intransparent. “He says that the –Chinese- artists are, to a certain extent, schizophrenics." He believes that they "try to resolve the contradiction by conscious means, by using traditional Chinese art in an attempt to modernize Chinese painting." Ting diverts his fascinations to different subjects, women, animals, flower motifs, all in bright, almost fluorescent colors, in a personal signature, albeit strongly influenced by artists like Matisse and Picasso. -- Spring arrives ‘The angels come down from the sky They turn into bunches of roses, tulips, peonies, cherry blossoms, Camelias and chrysanthemums In the valley, fresh flowers are everywhere. Angels come here to have a party Next time you are on the street, go buy a dozen roses Bring them home, and don’t forget that you have 12 angels with you, to watch TV with you.’ -Walasse Ting- From the introduction to ‘Spring Drink, Flower giggling’ an exhibition by Walasse Ting- The Soobin Gallery Singapore 2002: ‘It does not matter how ugly a women is, you always discover her beauty everywhere. So I never stop looking at women at the corner of the street, on the bus, then I go home very happy and make love with my wife and then I paint a picture.” Walasse Ting describes himself as a “butterfly gangster”, which can be applied to his paintings. Everything he painted is real and showed the force from his body. He loves to draw women. He says, real women are more attractive than paintings. He likes to paint women in colorful brushstroke, showing their beauty, tenderness, charm and love. This gentleness and elegance is projected with depiction of parrots, flowers and cats. He has made his life very interesting and this is shown in his paintings. Thus he says, his paintings are his life and his life is his paintings. He loves women so he paint women, he understands their bodies and their love. Even though the women are on paper, their secret can still be seen through. He says paintings express the beauty of the soul. His paintings show a very natural love like a nut cracking, like a stone crackling in the hot sand. When he talks he is very shocking and open, don’t putting any pressure. He says sex is color for love, it is the beginning of love and love is the end of sex.’ Biography Walasse Ting 1929 Born in Wuxi, China, but was raised in Shanghai where, by his own account, he first began painting on sidewalks. 1946 Moved to Hong Kong 1952 Moved to Paris where he formed close relationships with members of the CoBrA group. 1960 Emigrated to New York, where he became involve with pop artists. 1964 Published a book of his poems entitled “One Cent Life”illustrated with original lithographs by numerous American and European artists. 1974 Became American citizen 1977 Awarded a fellowship from the John Simon Guggenheim Foundation and published Red Mouth, a book of erotic drawings and paintings 2001 Resides in Amsterdam Sources: http://shop.asiaone.com/stores/soobinart/static/current.html http://www.wfu.edu/Academic-departments/Art/pc/pc-ting.html -- posted by Walter at 9/24/2003 Tuesday, September 23, 2003 SENSORY OVERLOAD -- ‘Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense’ -Gertrude Stein- -The Very Big Stupid is a thing which breeds by eating The Future. Have you seen it? It sometimes disguises itself as a good-looking quarterly bottom line, derived by closing the R&D department’ -Frank Zappa- ‘The electronic world has margins everywhere and centers nowhere, look for the colors that pop up unexpectedly on the peripheries. 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