Criptic Critic Conscience and Known for it

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Luna and Federica Tommasi

The Smiths - Wonderful Woman

Morrissey - If You Don't Like Me, Don't Look At Me

big balls

AC/DC Big Balls

AC/DC - Big Balls (Music Video)

Back side One Eighty

I wana get a job for a playstation 3
I have a child on the way
but I dont want to work

I wana get a job to get myself a playstation 3
Self interest
It's all about me,
I'm Evil remember
its all for my art career

a playstation 3
me and
the sound track
to back my rant
take the stoner rants
on a tour of the provinces

personal interests
my own survival must come first in a crisis
there's always a crisis
to me

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

I'm in Court Right now.


Flumoxed

Starting with a clean slate

on a blood crusade

The whole thing is so transparent,

you could be laughing about this, now she is a success

We've been so lucky to do that,

we don't stick up for them

I'm in fucking court right now

Well know established New Zealand artist, well known in New York were all running these little scams,

Saturday, November 19, 2011

"it's real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace. 'Course, don't ever tell anybody that they're not free 'cause then they're gonna get real busy killin'and maimin' to prove to you that they are. Oh yeah, they're gonna talk to you, and talk to you, talk to you about individual freedom, but they see a free individual, it's gonna scare 'em. It makes 'em dangerous."

Thursday, November 17, 2011

It comes down to Begging, and will you forget that that's all that's ever done

I 've never made much money exhibiting, in the 14 years i've been exhibiting I estimate that i've received about $1000 from selling actual work. However I've gotten $18.000 dollars of tax payers Creative New Zealand Money, and add $12,000 for every year spent on the Dole, thanks to her Majesty WINZ and the Arts Community (safe estimates have cautioned figures in the $120.000 Grand kind of character) We're talking a sizeable investment, in me by the people of New Zealand as a Public Artist. As an American I can really appreciate that. As i know, America also has an investment in me, to go and kick arse when ever they are needed cause I am an American and we are the most powerful on the planet, we are nuts, lost our way ghosts in a machine, help me. The people representing all of us have chosen to give me around $140.000 of our collective wealth to keep practicing. I've made in 11 years what a State Paid Academic, makes in 1/10 of the time. Thanks NZ, while your state paid intellectuals took the money and kept quiet, wealth inequality has undermined our Democratic Values. Our State sponsored Artists asleep at their posts, Et al, Michael Parakowhai, and other University Professors, paid off to keep quiet about their State democracy responsibilities, as Public Critics and consciences of society. (Edu. Act 1989) To accept a role as critic and conscience of society, to not be publicly known as a state paid for intellectual is to commit fraud. And who of our State paid for artists are known to the public as Professors? The silence is deaf. I'm making some noise, have been for 11 years now.  That the public don't know these Artists as Public Intellectuals, University professors, the idea of Universities as Higher Learning for the cause of greater democracy hes been replaced with subservience to a technocratic state. Do we want that. If not make an effort to lift you arm. An independent critical mind capable of rational dissection to the threats of democracy's constant vigilance. Ahh I see how  we've been getting it wrong. Constant vigilance implies distrust, but in Thomas Jeffersons original context, and the way I do believe the words should be taken, "Eternal Vigilance is the Price of Liberty". The trend of course is to suggest that the many have already opted out of liberty, possibly because it too, suggest dog eat dog, liberty always coming at some one else's expence, might as well make it not you by pretending to not taking liberty, while taking liberty. You don't hear of something spontaneously giving up repression. Liberty does not appear, it is taken.

Buy my Painting

Saturday, November 5, 2011

I don’t live in a Community, I live in a house.

The world looks a lot different after a month without television, exploring multiple news sources instead of being rained on by dominant media. I don’t think there is a more dangerous thing you could do than turn off the mainstream media cause you know it’s just like drinking too much coffee. You’ll loose the shakes. You’ll loose the compulsive fear that keeps you locked into capitalism. Us not them. Cocooned be shear numbers. Look around, I don’t live in a community - I live in a house. I need my fear, how else can I justify this bullshit.



I know I don’t care about you or being exploited by the rich elite cause I am unemployed. I know what my rights are (none) and where I fit into the social picture (nowhere). If it wasn’t for the idea that I owe somebody something I wouldn’t be writing this or making such a fuss about a few ideas I’ve had concerning just what moral responsibility is today and why me, the poor middle-class guy, seems to be carrying a portion of it.



All the new good ideas about alternative energy sources have their patents bought up by existing corporations. They never happen. How’s survival of the fittest working out for you? Shouldn’t that be against the law, the law of our common good. You see me as an unemployed man. I receive your tax dollars to live. You think you own me. Try walking up to a cop and saying that, “Hey I pay for your salary.” Why not? What’s the story? Why me and not them? Cause I don’t carry a taser. My low consumption of resources pays for my benefit and more. I subsidize your spending and your production and your wealth. So do my children and their children and their children’s children. Jacked up so that everything is upside down. Scooping up cash like you know a rainy day is coming, and you'll be able to afford a seat on that ark.



What I would pay for (and go hungry to see) is a room empty except of a desk and two chairs and just one Roger Kerr of the Rich Peoples Elite, or any of the New Tory Nationalists of the National party or any lost Labour careerists. Let's start with John Key sitting opposite an angry poor person. Let the whole thing be filmed but don’t let them out for hours. Let’s see the man behind the mask prepared to stand in front of the machine. I want to see that. There is value in where it breaks down. How weak their characters become. What exactly should we be focusing on? Not the unemployed or unemployment debt. Not lubricating the cogs with conscious objection to the status quo. Simply the knowledge that what we are doing is not right.



Tao Wells 2008

Nek Minnit











Tuesday, November 1, 2011

all you insane people got nuthing on me

So I ask you to hold it on in,
what are we reducing to, whose the most insane?
I'll take care not to stand on your toes, will you see
that you care not to stand on mine

My feelings about et.al are quite clear. I have made them quite clear
in public several times. We've met many times over the years and I've
enjoyed seeing her at my shows. I follow her work with some affection.
I remember an early film of hers, 91 maybe, a man jerking off with loads of mysterious effects, I felt then clearly that here was someone who was announcing they exist. A debut so to speak.

I thought I could go further than that. Make a Debut half way through, not sell any work, especially develop another way to commodity, make that the essence of the work, from one particular view... make sure there's more than a three way between material, sentiment and prescription. As I've previously demonstrated, on a particular day she's the school I graduated from.

Flying cross honors, honor horrors, crash in the pants, fuck you education, when was it meant to start/ finish, you selling air sales man, snow to the eskimo, Oh TEACHER.. Oh teacher.. I knew every trick you plied. But to be really thrilled you never knew me. Locked up in my products box, wrapping layers of culture around me, I poked my own air holes, you'd let me drown. I was to live.

Maladjusted "there's nothing wrong with you"

School yard trouble, Boys and girls, bitter fights, all made up, you were bored, she said you said, all the same things, and he did and she did, and all the bored things, add up to the swirl of wind in a court yard, you know you've seen it, felt in the dust in the eye, this is real, yeah this is real like a stick in the eye, and you remember that, running.

Morrissey - Piccadilly Palare ( early different version )

Off the rails I was and
Off the rails
I was happy to stay
GET OUT OF MY WAY
On the rack I was
Easy meat, and a reasonably good buy
A reasonably good buy

The Piccadilly palare
Was just silly slang
Between me and the boys in my gang
"So Bona to Vada. OH YOU
Your lovely eek and
Your lovely riah"

We plied an ancient trade
Where we threw all life's
Instructions away
Exchanging lies and digs (my way)
Cause in a belted coat
Oh, I secretly knew
That I hadn't a clue

(No, no. No, no, no. You can't get there that way. Follow me...)

The Piccadilly palare
Was just silly slang
Between me and the boys in my gang
Exchanging palare
You wouldn't understand
Good sons like you
NEVER DO.

So why do you smile
When you think about Earl's Court ?
But you cry when you think of all
The battles you've fought (and lost) ?
It may all end tomorrow
Or it could go on forever
In which case I'm doomed
It could go on forever
In which case I'm doomed

Bona Drag ...