From "An Animal Imagined by C. S. Lewis"
Treading delicately during one of the loudest bursts of music he at last saw through the flowery branches a black something. Standing still whenever it stopped singing, and advancing with great caution whenever it began again, he stalked it for ten minutes. At last it was in full view, and singing, and ignorant that it was watched. It sat upright like a dog, black and sleek and shiny, but its shoulders were high above Ransom's head, and the forelegs on which they were pillared were like young trees and the wide soft pads on which they rested were large as those of a camel. The enormous rounded belly was white, and far up above the shoulders the neck rose like that of a horse. The head was in profile from where Ransom stood - the mouth wide open as it sang of joy in thick-coming trills, and the music almost visibly rippled in its glossy throat. He stared in wonder at the wide liquid eyes and the quivering, sensitive nostrils. Then the creature stopped, saw him, and darted away, and stood, now a few paces distant, on all four legs, not much smaller than a young elephant, swaying a long bushy tail.
That is just part of the greatness. This one goes out to Fairy Butler.
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This is gorgeous!
What a weird blog. I clicked on your name from Painter NYC. I love the yoga tree of fitness freak. Will definitely visit again.
this is beautiful MM. i hope you are not mad for my dumbness earlier. i went to the piers and rowed to try to forget my mistake, but the guilt followed me into the locker room and everything.
Wait what mistake? I don't know. Tell. Regarding Painter NYC? Still I don't know. I slow.
I go to Cheslea Piers too. Am long overdue for a visit, you can tell on my thigh area. Pukes.
i castrated you. i am sorry for that. you are my hero. you didn't notice? i was mortified.
Oh that!!! I was glad actually. I am not ashamed anymore of my true identity, in part due to your ballsiness. I think at this point, who cares?? I am a lady who likes to think I'm a man from the mountains. If you don't like it you can fuck off.
Please!! You are MY hero. You get much points for being the funniest and most honest.
If only my belly were enormously white, instead it's a gaseous stinky green, a stink of the gangrene, worse than Harpie fever. I am going to kill myself now, drink and pill myself to numbness and then a death of accidental decomposition and dismemberment. Good bye in anticipation. I hope to return to the womb with a sense of hope for betterment for tomorrow. Good bye now.
oh good. come down from the mountains and into the lake. yeah!! fuck off if you can't swim with the sluts and whores in a pool of bile!
i am reinvigorated.
Yes WW. Yes, f off is my new motto. Your words are pleasing to my poisoned sore blogger-wasted fingers and my stink-encrusted ears. I am a happy happy hermaphrodite this evening.
I am still hung up on the Harpies.
I want this book to be with me all the time. What else is in there? I have to know.
lovely mm. thank you. i keep seeing the shiny pelt inhaling and exhaling as the song is song. this creature is a nice one - i know it. i wish it could take me to work instead of the subway - singing the fifth dimension every morning flying through the brooklyn/manhattan skyline. it would be better than a flying teacup.
I love this blog. It is full of strange information and is a nice break from the other intense all about art art blogs. Thanks.
MM, I must read this book. These creatures are around everwhere!This is why my skin feels so scratchy.
I'm in Uncle Fritz's studio between art-seeing stops. I just got an email regarding the painter blog. Check out under the Amy SIllman post. This anonymous ASSHOLE just called me a mother fucker, pussy, and some other things too that I forget. I am not posting there again for a long time. I was really into hashing the stuff out for the last few days, thought it was productive to try to articulate things and learn from others but if angry anonymous NY-hating painting-hating freaks are coming onto a gentle painting-only blog then I think it's time for me to leave. At least for a little while. I feel kind of disgusting about it. I really don't think I did anything so offensive, just continued to defend a painter I like in the face of shitty shitty behavior. Will never do that again.
Sometimes I hate the ether. Today is one of those times. I am just trying to have some fun and share some ideas. Why is there so much hate out there???
Gotta go back to the art-seeing, then some art-making. Grumps.
he's an idiot. i think a.sillman deserves some thumbs up for commenting back - and you too mm. there are always angry crazies out there. i hope you will return to the ether soon! we heart you!!
you too pd & hams. i felt like you did my job for me. i mean, if someone is not into painting then why are they posting on a painting blog? i don't go on model airplane blogs and freak out about how pointless making model airplanes are, you know?
I guess it's the problem with a totally open forum. The crazies and idiots come out of the woodwork.
MM, you rock. Sorry you had to do battle with Mr. Off-His-Meds.
I couldn't link his ideas with the painters he likes either. Is there a video, collage blog in Nebraska?
3 women out of 30 artists. hm.
MM, your posts on painterNYC are great, please don't get bullied off the blog, I get tons from your insights. It's sucks someone harshed out on you, hope you're ok. If the good guys get bullied out, the greatness of that blog will not be long for the ether.
xoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
hear hear!!!
MM, was jgdokopil who I think he was...? because I loved his post.
MM, i just read the sillman posts.
i love being part of a supportive painting community, too. it is worth the anonymous insults from people who play tough but refuse to reveal who they are. they are usually the same people who kiss total ass in public. screw them. they are spineless turds.
MM, you are one of the most insightful people who visits painterNYC and you are bound to run into people who will take advantage of that. they are love-haters, self loathers, and shit eaters!
let them continue to hate. you cannot spread the joy of painting to all of the spineless turds of the world. but you must forge ahead. i demand it!
MM, i just read the sillman posts.
i love being part of a supportive painting community, too. it is worth the anonymous insults from people who play tough but refuse to reveal who they are. they are usually the same people who kiss total ass in public. screw them. they are spineless turds.
MM, you are one of the most insightful people who visits painterNYC and you are bound to run into people who will take advantage of that. they are love-haters, self loathers, and shit eaters!
let them continue to hate. you cannot spread the joy of painting to all of the spineless turds of the world. but you must forge ahead. i demand it!
twice is nice.
pretty intense convo over at painter. I am inclined to agree with PD that if you continuously have sale-ability and the market on your mind, for any type of art, the art just fades away.
sorry about the mean anonymous MM. You should not let that person squash your voice. Your comments are thoughtful and full of insight and the most positive thing that you can do is keep the real conversation going. I still believe in the power of the ether and its provision of a forum for all ideas, even from half-baked anonymouses.
and half-baked goblins. Don't forget about us goblins.
MM,
I am sorry about yesterday. And sorry I haven't been around. My computer is still broken.
I think you are the best and please come back when you feel like it.
I would like to meet you too sometime.
Thanks you guys...this is why i LOVE the ether, because of support from people I think are great people as well asn painters. I will definitely come back to Painter's blog but maybe just a touch of a break is a good thing. Hit refresh on self, if you get me.
My first reaction was emotional. Never have I been called such nasty names by someone I don't know!! But whatever. He obviously comes across as the freaky loser hater turd with a life he probably doesn't want.
I will not be bullied by the bulliers. Thanks so much for defending/supporting.
Hearts to everyone!!! Hearts to the Harpies!!!!
I can definitely see why most internet forums have a moderator. If you can't be civil, you are not allowed in the sandbox!
i know, i just read something directed towards me and immediately got defensive/paranoid/weird (from someone i don't know). but... we must persist.
me too MM, big fattie heart aimed right at ya! Splat!
wow this lesbo gladhanding is probably why you took so much shit MM, or at least interpretted it that way
It is hard when someone writes nasty anonymous crap about you, especially when it seems to come out of nowhere. Someone just wrote on Edna's blog that I am a lady hater!
I can't keep track of all the anonymous commenters and people pretending to be other anonymous people. What is that about?
FB was so funny when she said that she doesn't go on model airplane blogs and talk about what a waste of time model airplane making is. FB is so smart.
yes Anon, we are ALL LESBOS and we are having HOT lesbian sex, all the time! That move called the "gladhand"... you have no idea. It took years of tantric lesbo sex instruction to get that one right.
it's like a virus.
RADICALITY
As for me, I have radical lesbian sex AND I'M MAKING A DIFFERENCE! One lesbian at a time.
pd...
NOODLE.
Noodle to you.
Anon.--"noodle" is a technique you may not be familiar with.
PD, you are a noodle MASTER. I bow to your greatness.
Now Anon obviously knows a little about blowing.
oh, undoubtedly. toilet trading is VERY anonymous.
MM, you have been missed. Both here and at Logworld. Hugs.
This was once and at times is an interesting blog.
Unfortunately it all gets lost in this girl click self help. Sad
Anonymouth, thith ith a very very interethting and fathinating blog. If you don't like the girl click don't read the commenths. Ith it tho bad that thom friendth like to talk via the blog during the day? Thith ith a private world in public, precithly what ith compelling about blogths in general.
Hero.
poo on angry anonymous. Giant dallops of turds.
It is tiring, all the anymous bs. Oh well. I am now in Miami for UF's show. Hard to blog, good to take a break. Until later, my friends.
I miss you guys!
we miss you too MM! have an excellent time there. UF is tres fancy these days!!! 3 cheers!
I am off to the post office right now, you might have a present when you get home!
I am off to the post office right now, you might have a present when you get home!
good travels MM. Meanwhile, I'll be gladhanding with my friends while you're away.
Hey MM, thanks 4 the beautiful Borges posts. You really sparkle in the ether. I'm wanting to see more of your work soon. Just saying.
Btw, whoa about the painter nyc situation. I was just over there and caught all of that shit-slinging, starting with the a. sillman and now into the schnabel. I'd seen the eisenman pic & loved, but missed the slime around the sillman. It really made me sad and mad, I guess like everybody else. I'm sorry you got insulted by that psycho choad. That was pretty disgraceful behavior. But I always enjoy what you have to say. So keep it up, you hear me? And Sillman was a real champ and a grownup to get on there and engage with such openness, compassion, class and dignity, I thought. Very generous. Maybe I should go back to that other blog and tell her so...?
Or not. It's days later now.
I don't know what I'm saying.
See ya around.
Capt'n your words mean a lot, thank you so much. Sometimes it feels so strange to dangle out there. I saw the William Kentridge show at the Miami Art Center today. I like his animated drawings, his videos much more than the still drawings and objects. They move me so deeply, the music, the sounds, the erasures - there is this feeling of a looming guilty conscience, an attempt to soothe deep historical wounds, to try to examine with tools, to see, to diagram, but then there is this recurrent leaking of blue fluid, drowning, tearing up. The crying came, the sniffling even. I couldn't bear it - is all this activity insufficient to soothe the wounds? I don't know, I don't think so, I hope not - the catharsis is so intense. Well for me anyway.
I meant it's strange to feel yourself dangling out there in the ether - you know, even if you have an alter ego it's still you out there. A social experiment with the inherent component of hiding while saying exactly what you want, what you might not ever say in person.
I am still tearing up thinking about it - it really was an amazing show. Ok, that's all for now.
PS, Martin, I am excited about this "present." I am hoping it is a small puppy. You can put them in manila envelopes I have heard, they do travel well without air.
It is a combination one-year birthday present and Valentine to my good friend Mountain Man.
i felt that way after seeing isaac julien's film in miami in december, mm. i was all teary-eyed for days afterward. hope you're having a good time. it is weird without you. i became the bologna in a mayberry/anonymous sandwich today on painter's blog. blogging is almost more stressful than my real life. folks is hardcores!
This animal, Mountain, is you? Trembling greatness, much melancholy joy. Such sun become dappled through harsh forest of outside, but clear beast still, still self. Watchful distance, beautiful throat, blameless as always.
Ok I just had to mention that today while strolling along the beach I saw
1. 70-something leathery too-tanned man with thong in the back and turquoise shiny sack for his goods
2. pneumatically breasted topless muscle-woman with collagen lip implants applying tanning lotion all too enthusiastically. she ran on her tippy toes from the salty waters to her towel. oh oh!!! let my muscles look as tensed as they can!!!
3. yoga twins
I know, you've probably all seen this but still, it was enjoyable enough to mention.
You are loved MM.
MM, do you have a spy-cam to capture these precious moments?
I hope you're getting very relaxed and tan. NYC will be getting a blizzard any minute now... you might want to just stay there.
Valentines Day dinner invite for you.
Thanks Regi! I can't wait. In the meantime we may be stranded in Miami. Christ almighty. There is precicous and nimble works to be completed back home, this is not good news.
I want to write a post about Vik Muniz, Malcom Morley and William Kentridge, the 3 retrospectives we saw down here.
I actually communed with a Columbia student tonight. She was not so bad, actually pretty previous, making weirdly blue and lyrical abstract painting with some kind of un-overt Tuymans edge to them. I guess Columbia students come in all shapes and forms.
Now after much beef and garlic it is time to reduce myself to the patterns of slumber.
I meant precious not previous. OOps. Not sure we are getting out of here....
Airports are filled with delicious treats. I plan to eat my way through the next 4 hours...PD, when are you coming back, I wonder, and are you experiencing difficulty? Everyone is angry at the airport. I have been getting pushed in the thighs with many suitcases. It is time to push back with my brass knuckes - I got them on the rougher streets of Miami.
MM. Listen: take your bags, take Fritzy, go back to the hotel. Put on your bathing suit. Go to the beach.
This is an order.
I would SLothy, I would, but actually it's like 45 degrees in Miami and cloudy so there is not much impulse for this. All the artci wind has come down. It was so nice for the last few days - walks on the beach and art-seeing, friend-seeing, drinking from the decanter....But updates are saying no flights until maybe Wednesday? Tuesday?????? I have to teach Tuesday. I cannot miss.
We just want to come home to our cozy bed and then getst our work done. But plan b is becoming:
cheap motel, art supplies, margaritas, indoor or out.......I know this is truly fascinating. But this is the evidence of the true addictive blogger. I AM AN ADDICT. I am sitting on the floor near the closest plug, in the ether.
I am stroking my beard. There is still cereal in it. I am thinking of bruises.
mm. it is very snowy here. stay in miami. here is no goods. i may attempt a trek in the alps to the relic shack in a bit. will bring change of clothes as the snow is that deep. it's kind of nuts.
I am not at the airport yet--not til tuesday (voices carry) I am still having fun. I am sorry you are stuck, MM. I wish you could come here for a couple days.
That sounds awesome, PD!! We are waiting to understand what will happen. Airports are chilly. HOwever, I realize I can maybe fly straight to Philly Tuesday if nec., I think and hope, so maybe that will make things less insane.
Please take in those sunny vibes!!! They are so good for your mental and physical system.
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