Ideas that most people derided as ridiculous have produced the best outcomes. Don’t do the obvious thing.
- Fred Wilson
Day three of If Not You Who Else? today. One of the beautiful things about the project is that just about everyone in the room (20+) already appreciates the above…
Been pulled in so many different directions recently that I almost forgot: I'm reading poems for Radio 3 after the proms, August 20th...
Memory for the day: Byron Wallen walking through the streets of Lambeth, barefoot, to challenge notions of comfort, security, protection...
And I understand we have to walk a fine line. We have to keep taking other people’s pictures in order to pay the bills and earn the time to do personal work. And this is where it becomes so easy to lose touch with who we are and what really matters. We often think that if we work hard enough on personal projects it will eventually lead to and fuse with paid work. But I would ask, what kind of personal work is the kind you make under those conditions? And I would argue that if you work hard taking other people’s pictures long enough, you’re likely to keep taking their photos without even realizing it (isn’t Beauty empty without truth?).
When I’m at the end of my life and thinking about what I’ve given back, the last thing I’m going to care about is the magazines I shot for, the museum I was in, or the recognition I received. The only thing that will matter is how honest I was, how fully I lived my life, and whether I made the kind of photographs that were deeply mandatory.
Peter Earl McCollough
In the midst of all my current activity, there’s a thread of thought at the back of my mind that’s evaluating the value of the work I’m doing. McCollough’s thinking pulls on that thread and resonates. Am I making the kind of work that’s deeply mandatory? It’s the kind of question that should be a whetstone, constantly returned to, to sharpen the blade of purpose and intent…
Whoa donkey! CSI Steel Band are currently mashing up the Southbank ballroom floor. Bacchanal soon come. Must go home and rest, but...
Dear all (London peeps): I'd like to provisionally book you for the evening of the 7th of November. Keep it free, yeah?
First day of 'If Not You Who Else?': Franklyn Rodgers is a don. Delivered a sermon on commitment to craft today. Preach, brother, preach.
My love/hate relationship with email is definitely pushing deep into hate territory today...
Dragon Dictation on the iPad. I've had it for a while, but still, absolute genius. http://bit.ly/oWtonS
Mmm. Stellar cartography. Uranography just doesn't sound right.
In other news, I'm building a spaceship. Having one of those "need to quit the planet" days. Any good engineers out there? Astro-physicists?
RT @CathyBereznicki: Just one place left on 10-day IF NOT YOU, WHO ELSE? Lab starting tomorrow at Studios. Must be under 30. Call quick! ...
Better yet, I need to find the Ren & Stimpy meets Dillinja ol' school junglist remix. Bet you didn't know that existed...
That's it. I'm sticking the Happy Happy Joy Joy song on loudspeaker for the rest of the afternoon. Grin maniacally and carry on.
Afaa M Weaver on Prosody, 2010, as requested by @Malikabooker - enjoy! http://bit.ly/qL6pVw
Note: sudden hankering for the good old days of Namco Wonderpark, Streetfighter 2 and NBA Jam on 6 button arcade cabinets. Shoryuken!!!
“Preview allows you to sign a piece of blank paper, hold it up to your Mac’s built in camera and presto — you just signed the PDF. This is a feature that when shown or talked about seems like a better idea than it would actually work. I have used this feature about a dozen times since I installed Lion and it has worked perfectly every single time.” -
Time For the Big Cat, The Brooks Review
Word? I’m sold. Upgrade to Lion imminent. Just wish my wi-fi connection wasn’t so temperamental…
Can't see the wood for the trees? When you're focusing more on the deadlines than the value of the work, it's time to make a change.
Ah, the memories. Roundhouse Poetry Slam returns in August. More info here: http://bit.ly/nGXt8G
Mind led body
to the edge of the precipice.
They stared in desire
at the naked abyss.
If you love me, said mind,
take that step into silence.
If you love me, said body,
turn and exist.