by Jerome du Bois
After the pseudopoet who calls himself something like The Hoot started a creepy stalk of our blog, I've dropped in from time to time.
In recent comments on The Hoot's parasitic pseudo-blog, here's some bozo called bill campana:
hey, jerome, are you reading this? i don't know you from adam but had you not started shitting on the phoenix art community in your blog of tears, we livejournal cretins would not be clicking on the links that lead us into you're dream world.
It is you and the other cretins (thanks for acknowledging your aesthetic-biological status) who embody Wim Delvoye's Cloaca --your dream world. We stand by every single word and photo (of the real world out there, bill) of our criticism of the Phoenix arts community. Nobody has ever refuted a single fact we have posted: Not Kimber Lanning, not Shari Bombeck, not Michael Hudson, not Phil Jones, not Beatrice Moore, not Amy Young, not Wayne Rainey, not nobody. Anytime anybody emails us, it's handwaving. Nothing specific.
We stand for standards. The rest of you, as we have posted, stand for skankiness. Live with it.
i have to say that i've never before seen a hammer used as a veil.
I have to say that you are an uneducated man, bill. If you had any background in art or iconic history --without all the Francophilic coprophagia that followed-- you would see that every portrait of Catherine so far has been as if a series of windows had lined up, down through the halls of time-- not all of them, just selected ones-- selected by Catherine and her access to the Concourse, the Great Heap of Images-- and then presented as a hieratic palimpsest, as in Assyrian and Egyptian art, but also accessing pagan traditions, heraldic coats of arms, the Greek Khouri, Francisco Goya, and fifty years of fashion photography.
You, bill, exemplify the flat-footed, literal, unimaginative crew that accrues around you and The Hoot on this thread, and every thread that descends from that pseudo-blog like clingy spider webs. Why can't you go creep others?
we may be ugly but we don't hide our faces.
You may be ugly. Your call. Does your soul shine, though? We're beautiful, and we don't hide our faces. We stroll, we spin, we rock, we roll, we walk the walk we talk about. We are as free as uncaged birds. We just don't reproduce our faces on the internet. Clear it up any? Of course not.
And I'm not surprised I have to explain the stick thing to dhimmis. (Some dingaling on The Hoot's comments said something about the prohibition of tripods. Apples? Oranges? Anyone?)
As we walked into the Museum the two bruisers were right there to our left, thirty feet away. They saw us. They saw the stick. Are you kidding? Everybody saw us. For three seconds, not much happened but people looking at us as we strolled forward.
We advanced toward the Cowboy Art Show.
Nobody stopped us. Nobody approached us. Nobody called out "Sir, uh, sir--" Nobody said nothing.
We went into the show. (Behind us shuffled an elderly couple, the man leaning occasionally on his cane. All around us, people had their hands free to, say, topple a small marble, or grab a gilted canvas and smash it over a small marble.) Then came the pencil-neck kid with the message:
They had . . . concerns . . . about the . . . uh . . . uhhh . . . d'you need that . . . uh . . . for walking?
People, people, people. It is important not to bend these days. It is important to us to maintain dignity and the high ground. So we left. We made not a ripple. We didn't demand to see Brady Roberts or Jim Ballinger, or even Dennita Sewell, who we do not respect as an arbiter of fashion. Yet this fool The Hoot complains about our behavior.
i'm sorry you can't get along the other kids on the playground.
You silly person, bill. I am fifty-six years old. I am an adult. Your choice of image is telling. You should read deeper into our archives. We do not care a whit about getting along with any of you. We don't want to. Look at yourselves, wallowing in self-humilation and cartoon surrealism and a vampiric network run by power-hungry but bootless boosters like Michael23.
From the beginning, we defended high standards for creating and presenting art. We still do.
But everybody else wants the sideshow. Well, now they've got it. We move on. I'll post a million pictures of my beautiful wife if I want to. We'll kick the ass of the downtown Phoenix art scene as long as it pleases us. And not a single one of you can do a damned thing about it. And that's what makes you seethe.
People like The Hoot and bill campana have to go to cubicle-type jobs, or delivery jobs, where the screwups of others squeeze their shoes, and supervisors determine whether they get paychecks or not. Boo-hoo-hoo. Between those poor wage slaves, and Catherine and I, who are beyond such obligations, who do you think is more free, and who do you think seethes with envy against who?
[Finally: What's that fire on the horizon? Let's see: Wearable Art Auction --NO, that didn't happend-- 9th Annual Juried Art Exhibition --UH,DELAYED-- so could it be . . . bring me my binoculars, darling . . . yes, I see it: Art Detour's kite going down in March 2006. It could be. Could Artlink be doomed? Now, that would be sweet justice.]
oh well, maybe in the next life.
Oh. Sorry, bill, I forgot you were there. You may go now. And, about your next life. You don't want to know about it. Just remember the phrase, "Don't make waves, don't make waves," as you stand knee-deep in the Cloaca Riviera.
Catherine's and my future, in the meantime, will be too glorious for you to behold, and so it is withheld.
UPDATE: And remember, we never asked any of you to come around or comment on our lives or our blog. You, klute, started this with a single nasty remark. I don't care how many people testify to how nice you are. You were nasty to us from the get-go, so don't get all whiny when we respond. Now you kids can go back to your playgrounds and poetry slams. And be sure not to mention a word, as you go, about Artlink's troubles. Vamos bien! Everything's fine!
FINAL UPDATE (11/12/05): For the record, the klute has decided to stop trying to slam us, something he should have thought of before his first stupid comment. And he'll take all his sycophantic trolls along with him. Good riddance. There are important questions about Arizona and art and the future --not to mention fashion-- and we will continue to address them --four more topics he and his crew do their best to avoid. Wankers.
Posted by Jerome at November 11, 2005 05:10 PM | TrackBack