s,mint

art and some theatre and then some art, at least the flier said it was art but what it really was was a gallery with the lights turned off. now me, i like conceptual art, contemporary, installation, challenging minimal lots of things however, an exhibition entitled, Lights Off, which was a gallery with the lights off makes me get out my step ladder and get on my weary and flatulent High Horse. all my years of fielding comments from landscape loving conservatives who asked "wheres the real art" or said "my child could do this" or "my tax dollars fund this shit" really make me hesitate in saying, get a fucking job you smarmy git and stop taking this piss. oh my high horse stinks to high heaven but sometimes opinions just happen like it or not. BUT the theatre that was mint, truly mint. in flinders st station simple and beautiful, im going to a dance on thurs. old friends switch on lights in old rooms, culture, wasnt that why i moved here. life exists in strange places, in trainstations watching the passers by who walk on and off stage unawares or semi aware or totally aware and wondering what the fuck is going on and suddenly after a long period of dialogue and invisible performers you suddenly notice them, your headphones have been telling you they were there somewhere in the crowd and then for no reason your focus narrows and there they are, two people having a strange emotional moment in the middle of the station. you might have walked past them yesterday and thought that they were just two of the inummerable people who have strange and awkward moments in trainstains everyday.

its and old friends month, i like the feeling that shared history brings. i dont have to negotiate we are just as we were and totally different. im very aware that i am not studying at all but i am also aware that i dont really care.