Criptic Critic Conscience and Known for it

Sunday, April 26, 2020

the title avant-garde is taken by the academy, the Academics and your capitalists, but only the masses are fooled.


    • Dick Frizzell This is a very peculiar post, Barry. Duchamp was reacting to and against a very different art racket than the one we're confronted with nowadays. The avant garde is now the Academy.
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    • Wells Tao Dick Frizzell well for my money, the title avant-garde is taken by the academy, the Academics and your capitalists, but only the masses are fooled.
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Wells Tao  I love what Richter said about Duchamp, that he was the full stop in the sentence about art. He did name a lot of the game. But, when you play a game you perpetuate the other player. He didn't leave. He was still a capitalist.
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Wells Tao Barry Thomas "you do and you perpetuate the game... " yeah but if you and the rest would god damn it pay attention. I have shifted the goal posts. As A fucking Welfare Artist, WHO PUBLICLY Acknowledges a role in society, I AM NOT A CAPITALIST, like you and the rest, as The rich were so able to paint and treat me as a Welfare Artist, public enemy No. 1. Get that in your meaty heads. I perpetuate art, but as one of the first NZ artists to LEAVE ART, as status quo capitalist perpetuation, and perpetuate SOCIALIST ART. I'm a threat like most can't even grasp. They let you in , they get a lot of wacky art. They let me in, and they let in a bludging socialist. Really different kind of stain.
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  • Wells Tao You know I enjoy your work and others. But at the end of the day, there's a great deal of innovative critical work out there, and it's not shifted shit. A movement is big, popular and understood. Art on the level of propaganda for socialist values is best exemplified art that is made by practicing socialists. They have the experience to know what they are talking about. We have an experience to de code that's not a book theory, but a practice.
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  • Wells Tao I'm not asking for anyone to agree with me. I have settled for a lot less than that. I'd take just considered engagement with. And being of the stinky undead, having been contaminated by the stench of poverty, and having been so clean once, I feel I know a little about the degree of difficulty I've put myself in. Be a lot easier to take lessons from a model heralded as a system success. And I am, in away a success. But of what System! Let's call a cow a cow. Duchamp's spanner in the works, for me was to dare to see what already exists, not to invent anything new. The act of bringing to bare a picture of a society on it self posed great dangers to the artist, who is narking on all fellow art grifters, and system itself, having received it's full stop, there's a tendency, a feeling that this should stop. And it kind of did, very few, not enough of a movement took up Beauys task, taken over from Duchamp of re imagining the role of art. I have taken it to a point, where its economics speaks before it can. That there is no separate aloof voice of art, the frame does not render invisible or silent. No I hear the sound of that frame. And hear what it is saying to me. Foe.
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  • Dick Frizzell Wells Tao Nice letter, Wells! if you feel you've backed yourself into a go-nowhere corner with your current art practice, you should turn around and write a book. Seriously! Use your words!
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  • Wells Tao Dick Frizzell thanks. I'd love to write a book, but I'm distracted by the thought, that the writers I like, wrote books because no one would listen to them. Books in this view, perhaps the last refuge of the damned. There are seductive writers who assemble vast tracts of thought like nets folded from enormous seas, but their effortlessness hides for me that they are (generally well positioned. I spend all my time trying to maintain my position. I wonder if they would write instead on facebook or instagram or whatever instead. There's never been a format for 'artists' like it.
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  • Barry Thomas Wells Tao yep I agree with Dick.

    You have fought some pretty big battles... Enemies... Idiots.

    I don't 'buy' your basic severing of yourself from art, other artists and it your somewhat mixed need logic rationale to put yourself as so separate, important, unique.

    But as duck suggests writing it all out coherently may we'll help... If nothing else it'll help sort out your next moves...

    And lastly... It's good you've had your look bc at me rave... Now...

    How did duchamp forsee the end of capitalism?
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  • Wells Tao Clearly I am backed into corner, it's been awkward but rewarding pointing out who and what is backing me up, the you and the you's. My visibility as a welfare artist, coule be a a tipping point. Are we allowed to be free, did we vote on this, is it ok? To volunteer your effort. Is there a system that sees and recognizes that? It's a crack that lets the light in to what has been considered normal practice, and an opportunity to reexamine this capitalist habit from novelty of something new. i offer a choice, you are mistaken if I think it's an easy one. Only a simple one.
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  • Wells Tao " your basic severing of yourself from art, other artists" it it hard to see my particular whiteness. If I was different from you physically perhaps it would be easier for you to accept my experience and rational as different. The urge to refuse difference is a strong one, no one wants one one to escape from the herd, especially if they might have or be having more fun than we are! That is what leaving capitalism and capitalist art does for me. More fun. Real fun. Fun not brought to you by Captial C. So freeing! I feel free enough to stand up and defend what has been abused and left undefended, and yet at the very heart of Democratic expressions of free will. "Suitable' employment and personal expression. All these arguments you agree with, and still I am stuck debating such base points. If anything it is the reactionary gag refusal of those looking for new to see it, for the alchemy of change implied is frightening! This tender moment, has me bound to you and the audience, like a bewildered mother. Trapped in a role they asked for, trained to do. Still bewildered. I think we could do better.
  • Wells Tao There is no end to capitalism. Capitalism THRIVES on collapse. The 'Ghost' of Capitalism will simply haunt socialism if it is destroyed. You can, however compete and beat capitalism for profit to spend democratically, from the market, from competing and beating other businesses at producing profit as socialists. What that profit is, differs from capitalists, how that profit is spent is different from capitalists. This ability to choose a capitalist product from a socialist one, is the future I am drawing down.
  • Friday, April 24, 2020

    The Able Tasmans - Michael Fay



    Sit down and I'll tell you a story
    There's not much, not a great deal to know
    About people not living a life of their own
    They put all their faith in great buildings


    They said they were constantly shocked and surprised
    How reference points moved around
    And then often their eyes became dark with dismay
    As somebody else took their loved ones away


    It was Christmas day
    When Michael Fay gave his money away
    And he just didn't have a lot to say
    We'd all forgotten his birthday


    Even so, leave him home
    Michael's Dad, feeling oh so sad and alone
    He says, "I'm, I'm alone but I feel as if Howers took me by the hand"


    It was Christmas day
    When Michael Fay gave his money away
    And he just didn't have a lot to say
    Compared to the people next door


    So, please carry my bones
    To a place I can call home
    Yes, please carry my bones


    To a place I can call home
    A place to carry my bones
    A place to call home when we're at the Speakeasy


    Somewhere I could be alone
    Shared visions of heaven are so hard to come by
    Everything comes to you free


    But you already own what would provides me
    With artifacts based on the absence of reason
    Style, style, my ass a mile
    Where does it stop, precision welcome


    While stop, whoa-whoa, and with two cents I got on me
    The best thing to do just forget I'm alive


    Please carry my bones
    To a place I can call home
    Yes, please carry my bones