many many thanks for these sites --- i sure am tempted by that book, as i
can't see the works in person
cage's minimalist works make me wonder though: daily life is a mess --- the
debris and toss and paperpileup of any day seems very REAL (i.e. fluxus) to
me: sort of BASIC. i say this as i contemplate (impossible) the mess of
my art space and the collection the packrat ways of accumulation
this kind of paring down to an essential element is so alluring
--- but almost feels false? in that it must ignore the piling up of
ideas/words/people/books/pagespagespages/mail?
i say this not at all in critique, just in wonder --- honestly. i
can every moment look at one scrap of paper and know it is in itself a poem,
a statement, a satisfactory comment on the mood or day the ring
of a coffee cup, the burn of an artaud gris-gris or cage edge expression
is it mostly a way of clarifying/cleansing the mind, to come to this
way of expression? when for me any day the MESS seems more honest?
yet, as you can tell, more frustrating....... (and to enter the garden
metaphor messages of recent days) a terrible doom of WEEDING out, no!
not doom? is it? pleasure. but how to show BOTH? the mess & the
singular element in isolation? (for this isolation/focus i do love alison
knowles' recent book of pages from her notebooks) i feel sure it is
not "wrong" to want BOTH ---- but at the same time i feel i need to honor /
give most energy to the one that says MOST...... ((this is
impossible, i see as i write.........
nbb
