“Recent works have been built from daily activity charts and my nightly EEG sleep data, which I’ve captured and downloaded for almost a year now. I look for real statistics which have inherently familiar proportions, numerical progressions and pacing that mirrors an organic yet ordered human experience”
I love elections I always need more reasons to drink until I am dead
The globe is sadly groaning with debt, poverty and strife
And billions now are pleading to enjoy are better life
Their hope lies with resources buried deep within the earth
And the enterprise and capital which give each project worth
Is our future threatened with massive debts run up by political hacks
Who dig themselves out by unleashing rampant tax
The end result is sending Australian investment, growth and jobs offshore
This type of direction is harmful to our core
Some envious unthinking people have been conned
To think properity is created by waving a magic wand
Through such unfortunate ignorance, too much abuse is hurled
Against miners, workers and related industries who strive to build the world
Develop North Australia, embrace multiculturalism and welcome short term foreign workers to our shores
To benefit from the export of our minerals and ores
The world’s poor need our resources: do not leave them to their fate
Our nation needs special economic zones and wiser government, before it is too late.
This beautiful piece of contemporary poetry is written by Australia’s richest person, Gina Rinehart, who is currently increasing her stake in Australian media with the goal of having influence on what gets published//televised.
Just. Fuck. What’s even the point of being alive?
Moby Dick Herman Melville
This is my favourite book that I have never finished reading.This will be the fourth time I have tried to read it I generally get about 300/400 pages through and then just give up. I love most of the asides, extended metaphors and analogies as well as the very in your face portents of the crew’s demise but God damn my brain gives up at some point in one of the (many) chapters about wales being chopped up and harvesting of spermaceti. My favourite thing about the book is that there is a , Cetology, explaining why Ishmael believes a whale should be logically counted as a fish. I’m only 50 pages in so 500 pages to go to finish odds are my internet addled brain makes it to maybe page 350 or so.
Important note: this copy is from lifeline op shop and has that distinctive smell of yellowed pages and dated perfume which makes the ~reading experience~ so much better.
Favourite quote from the early chapters.
“The more so, I say, because truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortable any more.”
This list are the books I want to make myself write a bit about, I have actually read all of these, all the way through so hopefully I can find something a touch more worthwhile to say about them.
Art & Multitude Antoni Negri
Mythologies Roland Barthes
On Photography Susan Sontag
The Metaphysical Poets anthology
I need to read more fiction.
Michio Hoshino, a Japanese photographer known for his wildlife photography, was mauled to death by a brown bear on the Kamchatka Peninsula in eastern Russia. This was the last photo he took. Oh dear.
Oh Dear.
In which the death of a human being is reduced to a photographic spectacle. Who needs respect in the face of something so novel. Let us pass this photograph around and revel in the essence of death we perceive within it. A man is violently mauled to death by a great beast and we cry out “oh dear”. Oh dear.
(via photographsonthebrain)
