I had an open-faced roasted vegetable & goat cheese focaccia sandwich w/ a small side salad. I got it free from the McNally Jackson cafe cause a customer complained that there was hair on it. I couldn’t see any hair, so I ate it, even though I don’t like to eat much wheat (I trendily find gluten makes me stupid; it does!!), and I already had pizza and pasta for dinner last night, but you can’t beat free when you’ve got $5 in your checking account.
Andrew Durbin isn’t peerless. Pretty, young, and selfie-aware, this New York-based writer-poet-editor shares signs and themes in time. Reading his book I get a sense of myself as belonging to a category I’ve inherited, resisted—the Millennial generation. Who else but us could quote “The Beach”, “Clueless”, and “The Canyons”? Ciara, Virilio, mtvU, Occupy, Oprah, and Tamagotchi? Who else could so nimbly bridge pre- and post-Internet consciousness? I wonder what it’s like to read Durbin’s imaginings without a strong awareness of his image references. Would his specularity seem as uncanny as the pop he represents? Rather than like a massage to a screen-addled mind? Or a joint after speed. And a friend telling you he knows but let’s not take it all so seriously.
I wrote about Andrew Durbin’s attractive package Mature Themes for TzK.
Margi - Dior - Ackermann - Acne
Land, inspired by Patti Smith’s song, featuring the inimitable Ales Kot
Christine painted me sometime in mid-2012, which was a rather trying year for a variety of reasons, some of which are included in Change, on sale now, if you buy a copy, I can buy a slice of pizza, if you don’t, I can still buy it anyway.