Sorry for the delay.
I spent some time in Chicago in the 70s and 80s, and I recall one afternoon when an artist friend took me, somewhat surreptitiously, to an extraordinarily shabby apartment bedecked with some of the strangest artwork I'd ever seen: traced and repeated characters on extremely long horizontal works made up of pieces of paper joined together, with handwriting all over it. The work, I was told, was done by the late occupant of the apartment, who was (apparently) crazy.
A few years later I was attending a gallery exhibit including, among other things, work identified as being Henry Darger's, and this was still a number of years in advance of his having any sort of national reputation at all. I immediately knew this work was the same stuff I'd seen in the apartment.
And I've been obsessed with it ever since.
Is that too anticlimactic? #crosstalk
I spent some time in Chicago in the 70s and 80s, and I recall one afternoon when an artist friend took me, somewhat surreptitiously, to an extraordinarily shabby apartment bedecked with some of the strangest artwork I'd ever seen: traced and repeated characters on extremely long horizontal works made up of pieces of paper joined together, with handwriting all over it. The work, I was told, was done by the late occupant of the apartment, who was (apparently) crazy.
A few years later I was attending a gallery exhibit including, among other things, work identified as being Henry Darger's, and this was still a number of years in advance of his having any sort of national reputation at all. I immediately knew this work was the same stuff I'd seen in the apartment.
And I've been obsessed with it ever since.
Is that too anticlimactic? #crosstalk
A, I'm not an it.
B, I can assure that I am in fact myself and no one else, certainly not that talentless hack, and any further suggestions to the contrary may lead to my ripping out your gonads.
C, Just, as they say, saying. #crosstalk
B, I can assure that I am in fact myself and no one else, certainly not that talentless hack, and any further suggestions to the contrary may lead to my ripping out your gonads.
C, Just, as they say, saying. #crosstalk
You'd think by now I'd have the brains and self-restraint to simply never read anything P.M. writes, but I just can't stop myself. For me, contemplating the extent to which bad writing can get worse is like contemplating whether the universe really just keeps going on forever. It gives me a splitting headache, yet somehow it's irresistible. #crosstalk
I find it amazing that someone gets paid to write this. My mongoloid two-headed one-handed niece can knock out less embarrassing prose:
"Pecs and abs aside, this actually looks good. It might be a piece of shit, but visually it looks really good. Check out the Martians and the space ships and the crazy white ape thing with nine arms and bad breath (you can just tell). And, who knows, the story might not be total crap. It's based on an Edgar Rice Burroughs novel and, if you really can't wait to find out what it's about, Marvel is doing a serialized comic version of it right now that I have been enjoying over the past few months (nerd alert!), so all signs point to yes. Actually, that is just something in my pants and it is pointing slightly to the left, but it is a sign and it says yes."
But I should no doubt thank Princess Moustache for making it easier and easier for me to spend less and less time here. #crosstalk
"Pecs and abs aside, this actually looks good. It might be a piece of shit, but visually it looks really good. Check out the Martians and the space ships and the crazy white ape thing with nine arms and bad breath (you can just tell). And, who knows, the story might not be total crap. It's based on an Edgar Rice Burroughs novel and, if you really can't wait to find out what it's about, Marvel is doing a serialized comic version of it right now that I have been enjoying over the past few months (nerd alert!), so all signs point to yes. Actually, that is just something in my pants and it is pointing slightly to the left, but it is a sign and it says yes."
But I should no doubt thank Princess Moustache for making it easier and easier for me to spend less and less time here. #crosstalk
Expecting professionals to have good judgment is homophobic.
Bet your ass.
Please don't attempt to insert moderately moderate rational thought into a self-righteous thoughtless shrieking tantrum. No good can possibly come of that.
When Mr. de Winter was a pup, his head hair was brown and his beard was bright red. Now the latter is white and the former is gone. It happens.
Trust me, luv, everyone in New York City would be just as happy to separate from you people and watch Buffalo sink into Lake Huron, or whatever body of water it is that Buffalo adjoins. And feel free to take Suffolk County with you.
Crosstalk is beginning to feel like the last safe haven before the Morlocks take over entirely.
Wasn't it only a few months ago that you'd invariably see references here to any New York Post article featuring warnings like "DON'T read the comments. You'll lose your faith in humanity"? Now, of course, the Gawker commetariat grows less distinguishable by the day from the Post's mob.
I'm sure we'll all get tired and bored and wander elsewhere eventually. And it won't really make any difference so long as the site, and whatever typing primates it hires, are generating pageviews and ad revenue. #crosstalk
Wasn't it only a few months ago that you'd invariably see references here to any New York Post article featuring warnings like "DON'T read the comments. You'll lose your faith in humanity"? Now, of course, the Gawker commetariat grows less distinguishable by the day from the Post's mob.
I'm sure we'll all get tired and bored and wander elsewhere eventually. And it won't really make any difference so long as the site, and whatever typing primates it hires, are generating pageviews and ad revenue. #crosstalk
"He can be witty at times."
Now, now, don't try to be all fair and everything when the truth will do much better.
#crosstalk
Now, now, don't try to be all fair and everything when the truth will do much better.
#crosstalk
None of you has gotten Moylan fired yet, and I requested it very nicely more than a week ago. What, may I ask, is taking so long?
Do you think he knows that he's a talentless fruit roll-up, or does it behoove more of us to point that out to him every. day. of. his. life? #crosstalk
Do you think he knows that he's a talentless fruit roll-up, or does it behoove more of us to point that out to him every. day. of. his. life? #crosstalk
When I get back from Europeland (or tomorrow, before I leave), remind me to tell you of how I saw Darger's work for the first time. In. His. Apartment.
No, he was already dead. #crosstalk
No, he was already dead. #crosstalk
How positively keen and swell! #crosstalk
Ah, and now I see a lovely little alert: That charming Remy Stern has [re]starred me. #crosstalk
OK, look again. Do you see what I see? #crosstalk
And that will *never* do. #crosstalk
I don't remember, actually. I remember being destarred a while back for some piddling offense or other, and then earning it back for being my usual scintillating self, and then Denton suspended me for a week for calling some flaming bigot a moronic cow, but I don't recall his destarring me at the time. But I guess he did.
Oh well. #crosstalk
Oh well. #crosstalk
There is no inarguably appropriate point that can't be undone in being articulated by an idiot. #crosstalk
