๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ค ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐๐ ๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐ค ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ . . .
CRIT
04-12-02022
โWe are raised to believe that great works of art require suffering, I want to show that, no, the opposite is true.โ
- Fred Armisen in the mockumentary Documentary Now!
Dear Reader, have you had logged any
๏ผณ๏ผซ๏ผน๏ผ๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผญ๏ผฅ of late?
Iโm being purposely opaque about what ๏ผณ๏ผซ๏ผน๏ผ๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผญ๏ผฅ is, hoping the mystery of it grabs attentionโa ploy to buy me some time. I want to impress you, dear zine reader, with some shatteringly poignant takes. But Iโm slogged by a so-[ฬ
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ฬฒH]-is-happening-all-the-time feeling. All of it booming out the a media apparatus of exponential growth.
I feel like a sieveโeverything flows right through me, and Iโve only time for a sipโwriting on one thing then, mid-sentence, writing on another & another & another & another.
Iโm a stone ๐๐เทด๐๐เทด๐๐เทด๐๐ across the surface. Iโm starting to wonder if Iโve forgotten how to sink.
But stay focused Sean (thatโs my name), weโre writing on ๏ผณ๏ผซ๏ผน๏ผ๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผญ๏ผฅ, my word for the moment of peaceful euphoria preceding an inevitable pain. In the literal, ๏ผณ๏ผซ๏ผน๏ผ๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผญ๏ผฅ is time in the air. It's the time my bike flew out from beneath me, while I flew out over the hood of the ruby-red Corolla Iโd just struck. I looked into the silly face of the shocked driver, I felt profoundly calmโthinking, โwell now, I wonder how much this will to hurt?โ
Quite a bit.
On another bike ride, friends and I were bombing a steep hill, feeling stellar, until Tara hit a pothole. She flew for what felt like a โขยดlong`โข time, a ๏ผณ๏ผซ๏ผน๏ผ๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผญ๏ผฅ burned into my memory, gilded in glory. At least she got to โขยดfly`โข before the crash.
She broke her arm in two places.
๐๐เทด๐๐เทดโI almost forgot, this is a book review. The book is Which as You Know Means Violence, by Philippa Snow. Which as you donโt know, explores the philosophy of those who for art, fame, money, ecstasyโor some disastrous amalgam of the fourโchoose to endure pain.
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for the book BTW)
We all fly. ๏ผณ๏ผซ๏ผน๏ผ๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผญ๏ผฅ waits in every pothole. Some chase it, thougg (skaters, motorheads, acrobats, crowd divers, stunt men, kinky slaves, etc). Itโs a strange life path. Isnโt the largest boast of modern times that we get to avoid the pains that were once unavoidable? Trading violence for treats?
But what about โ๐ โ๐ธ๐โ, โ๐ ๐พ๐ธ๐โ? Isnโt that a virtue? Depends. Are we talking about ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฎ๐๐โs Johnny Knoxville, the artist Marina Abramovic, or a just dirty sub cuffed to a ๐พ๐. ๐ฌ๐๐๐๐๐๐ cross.
๐๐เทด๐๐เทดโI almost forgot, this is a band review. The band is Meet the Sun . . .
โซ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข โซ
โซ ๐ธ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข! โซ
. . . I saw them open for Xiu Xiu at a basement bar in Phoenix, Arizon.
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for the band BTW)
I'm writing this at their show (แดกสษชแดส ษช๊ฑ แดแดแดษดแด แดแด ๊ฑแดแดษดแด
สแดษดแด๊ฑแด) and editing it many times on the days that followed (แดกสษชแดส ษช๊ฑ แดแดแดษดแด แดแด สแด แด แดสษดแดสแดสสแด & ๊ฐแดสแดสสษชษขสแด (แดกสษชแดส ษช๊ฑ แดแดแดษดแด แดแด สแด ๊ฑแดสสษช๊ฑแดษชแดแดสสส ษชษดแดสษชษขแดษชษดษข)(แด๊ฑ แดกแด๊ฑ แดสแดแด)(โ)))).
Focus, Sean!
The jackets of the couple in front of me feels like an allegory for my American experience. The camo jacket on the right reads, โAmerica is FUCKED!โ
โซ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ธ๐ป ๐๐พ ๐๐ฐ๐
๐ด! โซ
The denim vest on the left reads, โThe Wrath of God Lies Beneath the Soilโ.
Iโm more wooed by the latter . . . not because I donโt think that America is fucked, its just that Iโm trying to lean into the belief that America never really existed in the first place. It was always a story projected over a large expanse of dirt . . . or soil. That soil feels like a real thing to fuck around with. When I fall, itโs the soil that catches me, however painfully. America, just takes credit when itโs expedient
โซ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐ข ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐โซ
โซ๐ธ๐โ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โซ
โซ ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โซ
โซ ๐ท๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โซ
โMTV had brought an OSHA representative onto the set of [Jackass] season three, whose checks and balances extended to insisting that when cast member Dave England ate a โVomeletteโ โฆ that had been heated to an FDA-approved โsafe temperatureโ of 144 degrees.โ - Which as You Know Means Violence
Making sure the vomelette I am paid to eat is at a safe temp for consumption feels like a allegory for my American experience. Its gross but heated to a safe ironic distance.
*Uhg. Iโm being cynicalโcynical & lazy. Writing optimistically is so ๐ฑ๐ช๐ช๐ช๐ป๐ญ.
โ๐ โ๐ธ๐โ, โ๐ ๐พ๐ธ๐โ.
So Iโm talking about this book. This book, a band . . . & America too, I guess. Which works because it's a patriotic book in its own way, and ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฎ๐๐ was a patriotic show. Itโs full of flags, sailor suits, cowboy getups, bull rides, & red-white-n-blue rockets to ๏ผณ๏ผซ๏ผน๏ผ๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผญ๏ผฅ. All heated to a safe ironic distance.
Patriotic & queer, in itโs own way. ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฎ๐๐ is full of men in thongs & womenโs clothingโthings traveling in-n-out of their anuses at each other's hands. All heated to a safe ironic distance.
โ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ช๐ถ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ฌ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ปโ๐ผ ๐ซ๐ธ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ผ,โ
. . . where did I hear that?
โThe most interesting way to use self-injury as a way of to explore oneโs gender is to act in opposition to what might otherwise be expected of you โ to be a beautiful sorority girl who plays a stuntman, or a stunt man who displays himself like a beautiful sorority girl, or a trans women who not only shares her transition with her audience, but makes it obvious that her ordeal was not pitiable or ugly, but heroic.โ - Which as You Know Means Violence
๐ท๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฎ๐๐ was unironically screened at the MoMA in 2011. A year prior, thousands of strangers stared into the eyes of the artist, Marina Abramoviฤ in her piece, The Artist is Present, at the same Museum. Abramoviฤ sat still in a chair, drinking & eating nothing, wearing an adult diaper, and gazed into whomever sat across from her.
I mention the diaper not for the cheap laugh diapers invoke. The adult diaper demonstratesโlike many of ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฎ๐๐โs stuntsโa willingness to suffer the pain of indignity. A pain that requires a rare type of courage to endure.
โThis is something the performance artist, the comedian, and the stuntman have in common: an ability to conjure, often using very little means other than courage.โ - Which as You Know Means Violence
In 1974 Abramoviฤ performed a piece entitled Rhythm Zero. In it, she stands before a table of 72 objects. Among them :: ๐ฆ ๐ท๐ด๐ธ๐ช - ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ช๐ฆ๐น๐ญ๐ช๐ท - ๐ญ๐ด๐ณ๐ช๐พ - ๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ซ๐บ๐ฒ๐ช - ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ณ๐ช - ๐ธ๐จ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ธ๐ด๐ท๐ธ - ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฑ - ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐บ๐ณ - ๐ฆ ๐ง๐บ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐น.
It went as expected.
โซ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐บ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ข โซ
Abramoviฤ said in a later interview, "they cut up my clothes, stuck rose thorns in my stomach, one person aimed the gun at my head, and another took it away. It created an aggressive atmosphere. After exactly 6 hours, as planned, I stood up and started walking toward the audience. Everyone ran away, to escape an actual confrontation."
โOne person aimed the gun at my head, and another took it away,โ feels like an allegory for my American experience . . . and the eventuality of any vulnerable public surrenderโaggressors and protectors to aggress the aggressors. A violent havoc that erupts whenever a crowd canโt stand still and let vulnerability be.
โซ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข โซ
But, Iโm being cynical again.
โซ ๐ธ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข! โซ
Hard cut to the basement bar. Meet the Sun is still playing and a small mosh has begun to churn. Adults for the most part, moshing through decades, same as me. A communal ๏ผณ๏ผซ๏ผน๏ผ๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผญ๏ผฅ ritualโ crashing together in a basement beneath the soil.
โซ ๐ท๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ธ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โซ
โซ ๐ท๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ธ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โซ
โซ ๐ท๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ธ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โซ
โซ ๐ท๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ธ'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โซ
The book ends with an excerpt from the poem, โWhyโ, by the masochist/artist Bob Flanagan. He was born with cystic fibrosisโhis pain was mandatory, until he chose it. The poem listโs his reason for a life of masochism
Iโll end this book review with the poemโs last line.
โBecause you always hurt the one you love.โ
โซ ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐ข ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ โซ
โซ ๐ธ๐โ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โซ
โซ ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โซ
โซ ๐ท๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โซ
The moshโs ๏ผณ๏ผซ๏ผน๏ผ๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผญ๏ผฅ promise calls. Iโll end my Meet the Sun review here.
โซโ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ขโโซ
โซโ๐ธ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ขโโซ
โซ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ โซ
I wonโt end my America . . .
โซ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ โซ
How could I? I still donโt know if it ever existed
โซ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ โซ
โซ ๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐ โซ
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