Warning: This is nothing serious. Just thoughts that are occurring to the average person. Carry on. This is not about politics, music, le cinema. Nah, just what has been going on. Who has been walking, talking, singing, dancing in my head. Nothing Specific, really. So move on if you are looking for something to put your thumb onto. It isn’t here.

Leslie Dawn has been doing a lot of talking in my head lately. Seriously, he has. I’ve quoted him at least twice. Once in something that he wrote in his most recent book “National visions, national blindness : Canadian art and identities in the 1920s”. The quote may be irrelevant. The other quotes is from a time in class. Both quotes were simplistic. Okay, maybe the quote is important. I will just paraphrase. Paraphrasing is just as good, as hearing the quote, right? The first one was about looking back at our histories as a sign of maturity. It wasn’t merely about looking back but acknowledging our past us a part of our present. Just being mature about your shit and acknowledging that it exists. The second one compared a bureaucracy to a cancerous cell. Brilliant. The first one is obviously the one that has the most impact on my life for personal reasons. The second one, well it ties into the first, yes, but it is mostly just funny; since it is soooo god damn true. The cancerous cell is all about acquiring space and so is bureaucracy. But that was Leslie Dawn last semester. This semester I’m mostly frustrated with what he is talking about. Modernist Art. Oh. my. fucking. god.

The first class we learned about Clement Greenberg, CLEM. Greenberg, was the nut responsible for how Modernist art is looked upon (perhaps to an extent I dunno, he could be God?). He apparently started out beautifully but I guess he ended up creating a motherfucking beast. We’ve covered the beginning of his time. When he started to infect the already diseased minds of the arty. The thought of what a painting really is; is heavily discussed. What a sculpture really is; is discussed. The meshing of painting and sculpture is discussed. The product of this mesh that becomes the object; is what we were discussing in class today. And the differences that lie in between all three points! Is what we’ve been looking at. The progress of the object. Now while all of this can be, ahem, fascinating. It is really boring (REALLY BORING) to look at. Unless….you start to think about a couple points.

First!

This kind of discussion is all his fault…you have to remember that. Greenberg is the one to start this kind of discussion between what an object truly is. The object is form and (to some) colour. This has just been the first three classes and we haven’t really started to cover the 1970s. The 70s, when things start to turn and heat up (hopefully). I’m excited. I just got excited, actually. Because I just realized where this class is going. I know nothing about art. Alright, so if this class keeps going the way I think it is going… I may continue to write about it. Because it may be fascinating in the end. And I may end up enjoying it.

No Second.

Who has been singing and dancing in my head? My ex-boyfriend of course.

Neil Young. I’ve managed to watch “Rust Never Sleeps” three times this week. And each time it has been AH-MAZE-ZING! At first, I thought there were some Star Wars characters in it but, oh, was I mistaken. I was given false information and unfortunately my gullibility screwed me over. It tends to do that to me in life, I’m learning. Anyways, those things that help Neil Young’s concert move along/act in it are called, ah crap, I forget. It is too late to actually reach over and turn on the DVD. So they aren’t Star Wars characters they are apparently made up. They are actually slightly annoying. That is besides the point. (Or are they Star Wars characters? I’m not enough of a Star Wars nut to actually know or care.)

The first part of the DVD is Neil Young, alone. It is beautiful. He ends with “Hey, Hey, My, My (Into the Black)” each time. Each time perfect. Crazy Horse is featured in the second half. You get to enjoy the power dynamics between all four characters. It is a lot of fun: a good time some would say. If you know the implications of Neil Young and Crazy Horse’s relationship. You would know that it is hinted to be one of love. A love for one another (which included, for the most part, the self). Each of them important; but all in love. Of course I’m in love with Talbot. Especially when he gets REALLY into the music and makes his head dance like a snake. AWH-MAZE-ZING! The ending of the film is bad acting but I guess that is the point of the film. It is all an act.

I love this movie and it will hopefully be screened at the University of Lethbridge soon. And if I have anything to do with it…it will be screened twice! Bwahaha haahah haaa?

Nighty Night – 5:09AM.