Is it true the ribs can tell
The kick of a beast from a
Lover’s fist? The bruised
Bones recorded well
The sudden shock, the
Hard impact. Then swollen lids,
Sorry eyes, spoke not
Of lost romance, but hurt.
Hate often is confused. Its
Limits are in zones beyond itself. And
Sadists will not learn that
Love by nature, exacts a pain
Unequalled on the rack.
Halfway down the hallway, my body turns back, turns its back around and walks backwards - to receive a run up to rush forwards again, back to the studio.
What makes the body dance?
Maybe within a nanosecond, all considerations roilingly flutter above my consciousness - whereas I find my arms lifted and stretched, in a line, both sides long for something and alternately swing back and forth.
How long is this whipping going on?
Ian Wooldridge – ultra-violence for those who qualify
1: The Interview (29.08.19 – 09.09.19)
2: The Battlefield (09.09.19 – 19.09.19)
3: Recovery (19.09.19 – 30.09.19)
4: Boy Done Good (30.09.19 – 10.10.19)
Taking cues from both physical and online advertising, the four chapters of this exhibition, each lasting roughly 10 days, will display: a pairing of a figure with a text graphic; a short story and an ornate assemblage of recast ashtrays.
I recently read:
“inversion is entangled with masochism because perversion is inevitably entangled with neurosis” ¹
it felt old
it was old
yet the next thing I stumbled on was a promo for a band called: Viagra Boys
I read that inversion is:
a way out that the child discovers
when they are about to suffocate. ²
I feel a psychedelic non-reality of self in our present condition.
I feel to tell the young monster: there is nothing.
ash collectors
memento mori
stasis non-stop
& that’s fine
for me,
for now.
1: Guy Hocquenghem, Homosexual Desire, 1972
2: Jean-Paul Sartre, Saint-Genet, Actor and Martyr, London, 1964.
ESTEEMED GENTLEMEN,
I am a poor, young, unemployed person in the business field, my name is Wenzel, I am seeking a suitable position, and I take the liberty of asking you, nicely and politely, if perhaps in your airy, bright, amiable rooms such a position might be free. I know that your good firm is large, proud, old, and rich, thus I may yield to the pleasing supposition that a nice, easy, pretty little place would be available, into which, as into a kind of warm cubbyhole, I can slip…