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i spent 4 hours and 50 minutes of class today staring at my painting. i spent the other ten minutes painting. i think i like this painting, but i know deep in my heart of hearts that it is irrelevant in these modern days when the artists use newfangled contraptions like the tele-vision, victrola gramophone, and daguerreotype in "concept-oriented art."
"later the jazz men were followed by the painters, a big, hulking breed of hard-drinking men who spoke in oils and came on very paternal and sexy..." diane di prima wrote that in '69 and she was talking about the fifties. i like the passage, even though i can't function after three drinks. as for the paternal and sexy oh lawd no. i'm big, but too nervous and awkward to sufficiently hulk.
"later the jazz men were followed by the painters, a big, hulking breed of hard-drinking men who spoke in oils and came on very paternal and sexy..." diane di prima wrote that in '69 and she was talking about the fifties. i like the passage, even though i can't function after three drinks. as for the paternal and sexy oh lawd no. i'm big, but too nervous and awkward to sufficiently hulk.