Wednesday, July 23, 2008

the enterprise of destruction strikes again!



Dear Foxtel,




See something. Feel something”. Such touching advice coming from an entourage of coma patients.

Who do you run for? Who’s the old man who changes you’re drip at night?

My advice, since you asked, Br’er Fox, Executive Director – T.V and Marketing: draw a big circle called despair and go stand in it.

Look in the mirror of every morning and repeat: I am defeated. See it. Feel it. In high definition!



Yours fearlessly,


x


The Enterprise of Destruction!

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

sky news IV















Wednesday, July 09, 2008

some mechanical dreams ( I )













Irish.


Grant me right of way
over the cornstair to your sleep,
right of way
Over the path of sleep,
the right to cut turf
on the shelf of the heart,
come morning.


paul celan


(translated by C.Murray)

Thursday, June 19, 2008

the enterprise of destruction strikes back!




Dear Citibank,



How did you get our address and how does one go about acquiring such a grand and ominous title as “Director of Cards”? Do you play shop with The Puppet Master?

We are very wealthy but prefer to give our money to more worthy causes, such as stem cell research and militant terror campaigns waged jungle to jungle etc. We are not threatening you, but we cannot speak for anyone else, certain associates we may have for example. Your dungeons are not worth our time breaking into.

If you would like your dreams analyzed however, we offer competitive rates.


Yours fearlessly,


x


The Enterprise of Destruction

Sunday, June 15, 2008

sky news III





























Friday, June 06, 2008

ghosts




The ghosts that come off the water
nothing makes them come

but that singing, those boats,
make this desire lament in me

to be a man worthy
of the name beside you.

And all the stars which seem pitiful
and beyond forgiveness

render nothing but that stray bit of light
which lights nothing

those callous glances or apparitions
enlaced among the darkness
like the cold deeds of moths









for k.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

a blow rings out against freedom, beauty, common sense, you name it



Let me just say for the record, how appalled I am by the censorship and accusations of pornography brought against Bill Henson, one of Australia's greatest living artists. I'm confident that anyone who cares about art and who knows even a little about it, shares my indignation.


Clearly Kevin Rudd is not one of these people, and perhaps I was naive to be surprised by his ridiculous response. The ingratiating stupidity of Brendan Nelson goes without saying. (I dreamt of Brendan Nelson last night, as it happens. He was doing price checks at the supermarket, and he was very sweaty from running around and being told what to do.)


Clearly Poussin wasn't a pornographer or a child molester because he painted the Massacre of the Innocents, nor a rapist because he painted The Rape of the Sabine, not to mention any number of other artists who have chosen similar subjects over the centuries.


The Bill Henson retrospective a couple of years ago should have been proof enough of Henson's worth and legitimacy as an artist. His vision has consistently explored the gothic underworld beneath the surface of the everyday, a theatrical, at times disturbing shadowland at the edge of suburbia, steeped in art historical references, where subconscious desires, the illicit, the brooding, the mythical and the dreamed of, meet at the boundaries of consciousness, of society. And none of this is to mention how breath-takingly beautiful these images are.

I am ashamed that certain well meaning but hysterically reactionary individuals, who suppose that nudity necessarily equals pornography, are taken so seriously in 21st century Australia.

An excellent summary can be found at Sydney Arts Journalist who has compiled the list of responses which can be found at the bottom of this post.

Thank god also for Alison Croggon, a tireless advocate of good work, both political and artistic, who has put together this open letter of support for Bill Henson on behalf of the 2020 arts guys. I feel such gratitudue that this has been put to the public, having felt otherwise pretty powerless, especially in the face of commercial news reports.





Robert Nelson in The Age
A furore has ensued over this censorship, as this Melbourne artist is one of Australia's foremost photographers, with international standing. Cases of censorship are damaging to a country's cultural reputation overseas; because a nation that values free speech must also protect artistic freedom.

Clive Hamilton in Crikey
If we lived in a society of sophisticated people with mature s-xuality, one that respected children and the integrity of their maturation process, then there could be no objection to the Henson exhibition.

Melbourne Arts and Culture Critic
The last time that NSW Police were stupid enough to venture into art censorship in 1982, was also at Roslyn Oxley Gallery. Then they fueled the career of painter Juan Davila. I don’t know what they hope to achieve this time as Bill Henson’s career is well established, but the price of his photographs is sure to rise with the increased controversy.

Chris Merritt in The Australian
If the case goes ahead, the defence would need to show the photographs had been produced and used for a genuine artistic purpose - the same argument used in the Oz trial in London in the 1971. Mr Simpson said it would be relevant that the photographs were part of an exhibit at an art gallery and had not been displayed in one of the main streets of Sydney. Other photographs by Bill Henson are on display at the High Court in Canberra and at the Art Gallery of NSW.

Chris Boyd in The Morning After
The bastille has been stormed by those who vociferously deny that context counts here. That an image in an art gallery -- or in your family photo album -- is identical to that same image if it were printed in a magazine to advertise clothes or posted on a porn site.

Friday, May 23, 2008

he returns to the machine, as the tongue of horses which endures in half speed

video

Last night a mysterious letter was handed to me in a crowd. We were dressed for winter. I don't know the person who wrote the letter, but it proved to be the description of a dream this person would like to have. I have fed the description into the machine above, which is busy, as you can see, manufacturing the dream.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

the music which is burning



"I catch a drowned train to work.
And the doors take an age to close.

It is midsummer, and the windows are open.
I take my seat, where I usually sit,
and listen to the music which is burning in the drowned train.
Only I hear the music, burning in the drowned train.
We leave, late as usual, and draw out of the drowned station,
past the platforms where other travellers are standing
and head out, into the open countryside,
flooded with water and light."


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- words: michael ayres
- photos: hester allinson and eddy carroll