spinning records on Blue Bird
Jenny Holzer - SURVIVAL, 1983-1985 (exhibited as part of Creative Time’s 42nd Street Project 1993)
"Like the Jenny Holzer pieces, you’ve got a lot of people saying, ‘What the fuck is that? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’ And it’s like, well, why are you angry about that and you’re not angry about anything else you see here? About drug dealing, about people with drugs, about homelessness, but you’re getting mad about this sign because people feel it doesn’t belong here. And they feel all the other stuff does." (Theatre Electrician) (x)
Twenty years later, these still feel shocking in the best way. Jenny Holzer forever.
conducive to me is my art
prints for sale
"lucid dreaming vs waking reality"
California is on acid blue stars in c flat, take a closer look at the moon.
He’ll ask you to come over and kiss you with passion on the doorstep.
Pick you up and throw you around, and brush your neck ever so gently.
You’ll fall into each others arms and then when it’s done, your eyes
will meet and glow with delight.
Cause there’s two room-temp panzerotti from Bitondos waiting for you guys…
With an unopened bottle of Melbec.
You talk food and life and everything in between and sigh upon that first bite in the panz,
and the squeaky cheese that taste like Italy.
Then you discuss how it’s nearly
impossible to trust people who don’t like Seinfeld- and how it is
completely impossible for you to finish that panzo. So you’re hungry boy finishes it with delight.
Then you collapse on the couch to watch Louie CK but before that you throw down a handful of candy in his lap.
Twizzlers. Pop rocks. Sour keys. Rolo. All the candy. All the happiness.
His arm around you and sweets in your mouth, your eyes are heavy oops you’re both falling asleep on each other.
With not a word spoken, he grabs your hand and you fall asleep side by side.
You dream about him all night. His face. His words. His life. And water glasses (?)
You two sleep like babies straight throughout the night. And wake up at 6:45 to the sound of birds and the ocean. His alarm clock.
And that’s it