9 NOV 05

"Behind the mule is a man. And then the fake horse."  *

Dear N,
Well, no. Though the blog-as-art idea has intrigued me, I don't see mine that way. If I were really pursuing it as art, I'd be revising continually. Instead, I'm choosing to stick with the "when it's up, it's up" rule, allowing every post to stand. ("Build muscle by doing what you wouldn't do.")

Do you still get Artforum? A conversation between Wolfgang Tillmans and Isa Genzken in the new issue brought you to mind. (And I see that it's online as well, here, at the Artforum site.)

Tillmans: One morning I was on the subway to the studio and thought, "The most incredible thing now would be to just keep sitting on the train and go to the last stop." A minor action, yet I knew what a deed it would be. Still, I didn't do it. I thought, no, I still have things I have to do. A few days later, I walked again to the tube station, and from that station there are also trains to Brighton, and I just got on one instead of going to the studio and spent a day by the sea. And there I decided to change things and move to Berlin for the summer.

Know what I mean?

k

PS: Speaking of muscle-building, I put in a request at the library for Sven Lindqvist's Bench Press, a book I heard some bits from on the radio the other day (nextbigthing.org, in show #550). The excerpts were beautiful--very spare and entertaining. Lindqvist says (in an interview at his site), "It was my personal experience that physical training had a liberating mental effect. I started to remember my dreams. Secret doors to childhood memories were suddenly opened. I don't know if others have had the same experience, but when I look around in the gym quite a few gym mates seem to be in a meditative mood." Will I start lifting weights? Finding the time to do more than glance at the book isn't likely this month. Not unless I take the train to Brighton...

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