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ALFRED JARRY AND MARCEL DUCHAMP: WHO WINS AT ARM WRESTLING?
I’ve decided this is my new tag. I AM NSFW! Like, I am living it! Like living the dream!!! Actually, this post has no ass pix, but just you wait, I’m posting naked pictures of Kathy Acker up here any day now.
Marcel Duchamp got in a lot of trouble for calling a toilet art, and calling that toilet “R. Mutt”.
Even better, perhaps, is the piece of art called “In Advance of a Broken Arm” which was a shovel. A FUCKING SHOVEL.
(Look, I am better than Duchamp, because I have two shovels). I got drunk last night and don’t remember everything that was said, but I love everybody. I am a little sad that I remember losing at arm wrestling. I hate losing so quickly. I think I lost really quickly. In defense- I’ve been working out too much and was sore! Rematch, motherfuckers! Rematch.
I want to thank the commenter (sorry, forgot which one of you fabulous ones it was) who suggested “Stupidity” by Avital Ronnel. I ordered it!!! It’s coming. I’m reading some really, really great Alfred Jarry plays. Alfred Jarry makes me feel good about myself. He was way more fucked up than me!!! He also is funny. Here’s a bit from his play, Ubu Rex:
He presents the King with a kazoo.
The King: You don’t expect me to start playing kazoo at my age, surely? Well, I’ll give it to young Boggerlas. (note: that’s the king’s son. I love the name Boggerlas.)
Boggerlas: What an old fool he is, this Ubu creature.
Pa Ubu: And now I shall fuck off. (He falls, as he turns around.) Oh! Ow! Help, rescue! By my green candle (note: dude says that ALL the time), I’ve ruptured my gut and smashed my rattle-trap.
The King: Old Ubu, are you hurt?
Pa Ubu: Yes, badly, and I certainly am going to croak.
I’m not feeling very inspired (question–was Duchamp feeling inspired when he made toilet art and called that toilet R. Mutt, or was he just not really having a good day and that was all he could come up with? We might never really know the answer to that question. And of course, what does it matter? He changed the world. Or, not. Depends on what you think.) But I wanted to say hi and thank you to all my readers. I fucking love you all. (That is the second time I said I love everybody, but when I’m hungover, like when I’m drunk, I can be very in love with life. Also, I can be that way when not drunk or hungover.)
Tags: alfred jarry, duchamp
hey pr, nice to meet you last night. sorry my roommate had to beat you at arm wrestling. hope to see you again sometime.
hey pr, nice to meet you last night. sorry my roommate had to beat you at arm wrestling. hope to see you again sometime.
hey pr, nice to meet you last night. sorry my roommate had to beat you at arm wrestling. hope to see you again sometime.
Great meeting you too, James! I hate your roommate for beating me at arm wrestling.
that puppy is cute
that puppy is cute
that puppy is cute
i would have let you win.
i would have let you win.
i would have let you win.
its head looks like a fat, like a bulbous puffy fat
its head looks like a fat, like a bulbous puffy fat
its head looks like a fat, like a bulbous puffy fat
Noooo! I can win on my own! I can! Sigh. I never win.
pr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my day at work had been bleak until i got a moment to steal over here, and seeing a new post from you warmed my little heart.
pr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my day at work had been bleak until i got a moment to steal over here, and seeing a new post from you warmed my little heart.
pr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my day at work had been bleak until i got a moment to steal over here, and seeing a new post from you warmed my little heart.
Ryan, you are great. Thanks for the comment. Warms my heart.
i read Under the Jaguar Sun yesterday. Fantastic book, it’s too bad he didn’t get a chance to do the other two senses.
i read Under the Jaguar Sun yesterday. Fantastic book, it’s too bad he didn’t get a chance to do the other two senses.
i read Under the Jaguar Sun yesterday. Fantastic book, it’s too bad he didn’t get a chance to do the other two senses.
I’m so glad you read it! Cause of my post? Calvino is awesome.
“when I’m hungover, like when I’m drunk, I can be very in love with life. Also, I can be that way when not drunk or hungover.”
yes, pr, yes.
or wait, am i supposed to call you nsfw? what does nsfw stand for? is that why you were away? were you in a pr cocoon to bust out shimmering and in love with life as the new glossy imago called nsfw?
“when I’m hungover, like when I’m drunk, I can be very in love with life. Also, I can be that way when not drunk or hungover.”
yes, pr, yes.
or wait, am i supposed to call you nsfw? what does nsfw stand for? is that why you were away? were you in a pr cocoon to bust out shimmering and in love with life as the new glossy imago called nsfw?
“when I’m hungover, like when I’m drunk, I can be very in love with life. Also, I can be that way when not drunk or hungover.”
yes, pr, yes.
or wait, am i supposed to call you nsfw? what does nsfw stand for? is that why you were away? were you in a pr cocoon to bust out shimmering and in love with life as the new glossy imago called nsfw?
Keith!!!!! I was away. I was having a freakout of sorts. You can call me pr.
nsfw means- not safe for work. That’s my new thing. I’ve decided to warn people that I post inappropriate shit.
i suspected such. i don’t even exist, and yet i’m prone to freakouts.
i don’t believe in god, but god bless you pr.
i suspected such. i don’t even exist, and yet i’m prone to freakouts.
i don’t believe in god, but god bless you pr.
i suspected such. i don’t even exist, and yet i’m prone to freakouts.
i don’t believe in god, but god bless you pr.
yes, i ordered the books seconds after reading your post!
yes, i ordered the books seconds after reading your post!
yes, i ordered the books seconds after reading your post!
That makes me SO happy. It makes me feel appreciated. And I just love to share. I love you man. I have said how much I love people a million times tonight, but it is true. LOVE!
I read your very good post about the end of your belief in God and Hesse. I read Hesse a looong time ago. But your post made me want to reread him. Keith, I want to come over and cook you dinner. Someday, I’ll drive from Brooklyn out to Mass and maybe do that. Serious.
right back at ya!
right back at ya!
right back at ya!
I love stuffed animals!
I love stuffed animals!
I love stuffed animals!
I love that Jereme is going to blow you! Yeah blow jobs! Secret message to Mr. Tull: Jereme says I can videotape it. Awesome!!!!! Let’s set a date. You both are west coast, right? No worries. I think it would make such good art, and I suffer for my art a lot. I’ll get there, even if I have to blow truckers like JT Leroy all the way to Cali to to do what needs to be done: make art.
my door is open. definitely. oh yeah, i only eat potatoes. but we can dress them up in little outfits before we put them in the oven.
my door is open. definitely. oh yeah, i only eat potatoes. but we can dress them up in little outfits before we put them in the oven.
my door is open. definitely. oh yeah, i only eat potatoes. but we can dress them up in little outfits before we put them in the oven.
keith- i’ll cook potatoes for you. dressed up or not. you posted on my pr blog and i was shy….email me. i am feelling less shy with you and just wanting to know you better,
peterrutt@hotmail.com