Tuesday, March 22, 2011
August 2, 2008, re: pines pines pines pines
Fitful email access right now. Hands scratched up and sore back in a fleabitten farmhouse at the intersection of cornfields, the highway and the airport. You step out of the house and right into "North by Northwest." Wielding a chainsaw and working for a guy who wears Oakleys is certainly a change, but so is being able to piss in the woods again and not having to carry bags of soil though million dollar apartments, so I guess it all kinda evens out.
The reading was fantastic. Great location with a backyard, where we got to close the place down with just about everybody from NYC that I wanted to hang out with before we left. I raed a few new things from my notebook, a couple written at Kelly's wedding, great to just try shit out, stumble at the timing and make no pretense at "finished" work or delivering a polished performance.
I say we start doing it Sol Le Witt style, sending instructions for a Pines event. That way Anthony is now incorporated into the endeavor, and anyone actually requesting an appearance is incorporated. If I remember correctly he explicitly asked for something other than a traditional reading anyway. Lets brainstorm a bunch of ideas or draw up sets of instructions for "performnaces" that we can fax people. I was just looking at images and writings from Beuy's coyote performace and thinking this is the spirit of what we should be doing. Seems like there's no better time for us to jump in than when its totally inconvenient for both of us.
Oh, and I got a message from Steve who's in Crater Lake the other night requesting your phone # so he may be calling you soon. Keep that cell phone on vibrate.