What’s so great about art?
[Update 4 October 2014: See the bottom of this post for a bit more.]
This is a response to this recent post, which is itself a response to Janey Smith’s “Fuck List,” originally published at this site. It’s also a response to the numerous comments on the original post. Because it seemed to me that, as of this writing, a lot of the debate over Smith’s post, and the book that’s apparently resulted from it (which I’ve not seen), has taken the form, “Is what Smith did art?” Mind you, I doubt this post will settle that debate, but I hope it provides
- some historical context I think relevant to Smith’s post;
- plus an argument why, at the end of the day, I don’t think that it really matters whether Smith was making art.
I guess I should also note, in passing, that my name was the first name on Smith’s “Fuck List” (thanks to the magic of alphabetization). Since I find myself (along with numerous others) the object of some obscure desire, perhaps I can offer a few thoughts on the subject.
September 17th, 2014 / 11:00 am
The Embrace of Impurity
May 7th, 2012 / 3:36 pm
Yoko Ono answers questions posed by her twitter followers. Some are funny, like
p_oem: If I were a wave would you surf me? Ono: If I saw a big wavelike you, I will flee
Others are dumb, like
sugarspeak: Who is your favorite female, contemporary poet? Ono: I don’t read poetry. I imagine.