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Orchestra of the Eighth Day

According to URLai, a rather amusing web service, I am 66-100 years old (see it here). Amusing indeed.

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Songs from the Labyrinth

It is truly remarkable, and a sign of the progression of ages, that whenever we speak of rock music we see it as a profound expression of western thinking and culture. Remarkable in the sense that rock music (and its derivatives) owes its roots to Africa, and is in structure essentially a form of noise – where truly western, in the sense of European, music strives to eliminate as much noise as possible in both instrument and lyrics. It amuses me no end that some cultures see rock music as the pinnacle threat set upon them by the west.

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Crimes of the Modern Art Critic

Given the modern trends in media, and for intents and purposes, academia (much the same thing, really) – the modern art critic has turned into the obedient soldier of whatever politically correct trend currently prevails. These advance patrols of unreason will typically establish all art as a function of gender, race and class.

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There’s a name for the winners in this world

What should have been a brief essay on why exactly it is that I find functionalism such a debasing and human-loathing structure turned into a comparison of polish and american movie posters. Polish poster art has always been a very different ballgame.

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Visual mechanics

Following the ever controversial discussion about the nature of art I realised that bascially no one has realised that one of the very premises for creating art is all wrong; and thus whatever is said on the matter is a load of jibberish.
Art isn’t a product of reality. Art is not above or beyond life. [...]

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The future of film

Well: We’re hoping, at least. Read the article (in Swedish) in todays Göteborgsposten about the team that are trying to make it happen.

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Aesthetics of transfer

I keep thinking about something Jeff Koons said once (quoted from  memory): “My works are devoid of any aesthetic values save the value of transmitting aesthetics”. What is to expect from the ex-husband of Cicciolina? What is to expect from the man who made a career molding plastic figures of having sex with his wife? [...]

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