I feel she said...

 Cause back to reality confusion takes hold....A post about bed talk, love songs, the elephant in the room, the easy life and Frances Ha which I finally watched and loved. It seems like arrested development is kind of the theme du jour and well I feel she said...

 

CHARLES BUKOWSKI – MAN AND WOMAN IN BED AT 10 PM

I feel like a can of sardines she said
I feel like a bandate I said
I feel like a tuna fish sandwich she said
I feel like sliced tomato I said
I feel like it’s gonna rain she said
I feel like the clock has stopped I said
I feel like the door’s unlocked she said
I feel like an elephant is gonna walk in I said
I fell like we ought to pay the rent she said
I feel like we ought to get a job I said
I feel like you ought to get job she said

I don’t feel like working I said

I feel like you don’t care for me she said
I feel like we ought to make love I said
I feel like wève been making too much love she said
I feel like we ought to make more love I said
I feel like you ought to get a job she said
I feel you ought to get a job I said

I feel like a drink she said
I feel like a whiff of whisky I said
I feel like wère going to end up on wine she said
I feel like you’re right I said
I feel like giving up she said
I feel like I need a bath I said
I feel like I need a bath too she said
I feel like you ought to bathe my back I said
I feel like you don’t love me she said
I feel like I do love you I said
I feel that thing in me she said
I feel that thing in you I said
I feel like I love you now she said
I feel like I love you more than you do me I said
I feel wonderful she said I feel like screaming
I feel like going on forever
I feel you can’t she said
I feel I said
I feel she said

Cause every story needs to have its love song

 Perfume Ad campaign by Helmut Lang, Artwork by Jenny Holzer, Art direction by Marc Atlan, 1999

My elephant in the room!
Cause I had the pleasure of  meeting the beautiful Daniel Firman, the artist who makes these incredible sculptures

Rules: to be made and to be broken. Enjoy yourself. It's lighter than you think.

Having lacked any form of self-discipline and structure I always liked to think that I enjoy coloring my life with the chaos of trouble, that chaos breeds creation and that as most rules are proved elliptical and end up being outdated, true progress can only be achieved by breaking them. Below are some rules that tickle my fancy and that I wouldn't mind following, at times. Enjoy.

REBECCA MORRIS: MANIFESTO For Abstractionists and friends of the non-objective

BE A FORCE

Don’t shoot blanks

Black and Brown: that shit is the future

Triangles are your friend

Don’t pretend you don’t work hard

When in doubt, spray paint it gold

Perverse formalism is your god

You are greased lightening

Bring your camera everywhere

Never stop looking at macrame`, ceramics, supergraphics and suprematism

Make work that is so secret, so fantastic, so dramatically old school/new school that it looks like it was found in a shed, locked up since the 1940’s

Wake up early, fear death

Whip out the masterpieces

Be out for blood

You are the master of your own universe

Abstraction never left, motherfuckers

If you can’t stop, don’t stop

Strive for deeper structure

Fight monomania

Campaign against the literal

ABSTRACTION FOREVER!

Guidelines for lady-like behavior by Ms Margaret Atwood in "The Blind Assassin"

"She said I'd need to dress the part, no matter what my deficiencies, which should never be admitted by me."Say you have a headache", she told me. "It's always an acceptable excuse." She told me many other things as well. "It's all right to show boredom" She said. "Just never show fear. They'll smell it on you, like sharks, and come in for the kill. You can look at the edge of the table - it lowers your eyelids - but never look at the floor, it makes your neck look weak. Don't stand up straight, you're not a soldier. Never cringe. If someone makes a remark that's insulting to you, say Excuse me? as if you haven't heard; nine times out of ten they won't have the face to repeat it. Never raise your voice to a waiter, it's vulgar. Make them bend down, it's what they're for. Don't fidget with your gloves or your hair. Always look as if you have something better to do, but never show impatience. When in doubt, go to the powder room, but go slowly. Grace comes from indifference." Such were her sermons. I have to admit, despite my loathing of her, that they have proved to be of considerable value in my life. 

A piece of friendly advice by Jenny Holzer

And a song to clear the air...