tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946459385276903728.post3452332918639792688..comments2023-05-24T08:30:13.402-06:00Comments on Marie's Suitcase: The 70s in Japan - Exhibition at Hiroshima MOCA - Part IUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946459385276903728.post-90248094313822369002013-05-30T16:44:27.701-06:002013-05-30T16:44:27.701-06:00I'm sure the bohemian girl would be very unhap...I'm sure the bohemian girl would be very unhappy incapsulated. Oh, but you would have liked the exhibition a lot, Carina. I wanted to take all the posters home. I found some gorgeous replicas in that booktown shop (yes, THAT one) which I never saw anywhere else, but arggg..., no, not going back there, no.Marie Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07787850063283960703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946459385276903728.post-56606933888453584692013-05-30T04:08:38.791-06:002013-05-30T04:08:38.791-06:00Japan has so many great artists, it's a shame ...Japan has so many great artists, it's a shame I do not know much about them. (Time to do something about it.) Oh Capsule home, suddenly I am very grateful for my large space here at the edge of the forest...Carinahttp://www.carinagranlund.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946459385276903728.post-28566707857879652862013-05-28T16:35:52.769-06:002013-05-28T16:35:52.769-06:00l'il sodium poppa :-)) That promenade in time ...l'il sodium poppa :-)) That promenade in time and space is my favourite one of the book so far, But I still have plenty to go, yay. Wot sims to be the meta? Waitpinga relocated to the vatican capsule, hahaha. I think we would all grow less and less legible with thought too. Time-deaf, time-blind, free of any cosmic disturbance. How awful. Would we slowly lose all our senses, I wonder. And our sense of speech too? Maybe we would all be sitting on that bed, waiting. Ah-h - Somehow, or udda, I knew would soon come a messidge of love from he - l'il heart failyaa - Marie Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07787850063283960703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946459385276903728.post-84105001036600060142013-05-28T07:40:15.308-06:002013-05-28T07:40:15.308-06:00Wowza! Ah-choo!
It's absolutely my favourite ...Wowza! Ah-choo!<br /><br />It's absolutely my favourite hue of noir -- that <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/egypt-everything-moves.html" rel="nofollow">dark nocturnal desert inking</a>!<br /><br />Remembering that Herriman had a home in Navajo country (Arizona), and that the Great Slab of the Black Mesa (The Nest of the Hours) was... a gigantic Clock. Analog naturally.<br /><br />("Tusayan" = Tucson.)<br /><br />It must have been all those long nights under the starry spaces and deep skies: Krazy (and of course Ignatz as well) apprehended the Cosmic Mysteries, although Offissa Pup was never quite able to apprehend anything. That's just how things were meant to be. Or not.<br /><br />__<br /><br />And yet, wit me for a instinct wot time is it for me?<br /><br />Time to wash my tooth? No, already I did it -- lest wik -- or was it the wik before?<br /><br />It aint time for me to change my (pardon me) unda wear, no, I dunt wear none.<br /><br />So by me, afta dew kinsiddirations -- time is nothing.<br /><br />Ahh -- but wit Ignatz, wot time is it, by him -- l’il sodium poppa --<br /> <br />(A flying brick hits Krazy Kat on the head. Sound effects: “Pow!” “Zip!”)<br /> <br />I knew it -- time for he to toss a “brick” at me.<br /> <br />Offissa Pupp (chasing Ignatz): Mmm -- time for me to get that miserable “mouse.”<br /> <br />Ignatz: Oh hoh -- time for me to get out of here --<br /><br />__<br /><br />Can one imagine that cast trapped in a Cube Capsule Capture? Like imagining Waitpinga relocated to the Vatican. Oh how the fur (and bricks) would fly!<br /><br />What is space, anyway? Where is time?<br /><br />"In this world, time is like a flow of water, occasionally displaced by a bit of debris, a passing breeze. Now and then, some cosmic disturbance will cause a rivulet of time to turn away from the mainstream, to make connection backstream. When this happens, birds, soil, people caught in the branching tributary find themselves suddenly carried to the past...<br /><br />"Some few people are born without any sense of time. As consequence, their sense of place becomes heightened to excruciating degree. They lie in tall grass and are questioned by poets and painters from all over the world. These time-deaf are beseeched to describe the precise placement of trees in the spring, the shape of snow on the Alps, the angle of sun on a church, the position of rivers, the location of moss, the pattern of birds in a flock. Yet the time-deaf are unable to speak what they know. For speech needs a sequence of words, spoken in time."<br /><br /> TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946459385276903728.post-48407978762160570052013-05-27T18:32:43.800-06:002013-05-27T18:32:43.800-06:00and by Karzy I mean Krazy, of courseand by Karzy I mean Krazy, of courseMarie Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07787850063283960703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946459385276903728.post-35245137881350969322013-05-27T16:52:50.917-06:002013-05-27T16:52:50.917-06:00WB, I really like the last frame too. I was standi...WB, I really like the last frame too. I was standing in front of it for a long time before even noticing something (a pill?) falling from the hand.<br /><br />'Give each floor a feeling of openness' ... ah, so it really didn't work for you ,Tom. Sigh.. I thought you would have liked the idea [not]. Now I feel terrible the capsules have given you a fever. What should we do? Would a piece of Krazy Ket poetry help? <br /><br />Every tic, A birth -<br />Every toc, A death - <br /> and wiza woiza - <br />Every tic, A second - <br />Every toc, A milyin years -<br />Every tic, A nothing -<br />Every toc, A something - <br /> and wiza woiza<br /><br />(Karzy in front of El Nido de las Horas, which may or may not mean The Nest of the Hours)<br /><br />Hors-sujet, but we really needed to get outa hereMarie Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07787850063283960703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946459385276903728.post-53092466480422452932013-05-27T12:12:46.948-06:002013-05-27T12:12:46.948-06:00Just back from a visit to one of those cube hotels...Just back from a visit to one of those <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRT4dU6r-KQ" rel="nofollow">cube hotels</a>, and all I could say while (virtually, thank heavens!) trapped inside there was -- Lemme outa here!<br /><br />Recognizing that "space is at a premium" in Japan, I've still got to say that for any one with even a hint of a touch of claustrophobia -- OMG Lemme out here!!<br /><br />Now!!!<br /><br />Gives new meaning to the expression "the walls are closing in..."<br /><br />"...passed through a heated period, with intensification of..."<br /><br />brain temperature, yes.<br /><br />If these are not meant to be spaces for going mad in, but spaces to keep the business traveller fresh and alert, I'd have to ask, for what sort of business exactly?<br /><br />Grinding the serial number tags on microchips down to ever finer points, perhaps and stacking them in neat hygienic rows in antiseptic cubicles somewhere in Deep Space, where living organisms fear to tread?<br /><br />(Flashback to the Computer Tomography Motel of the Future... maybe it would be better not to visit the Cube Tube Hotel with a slight fever... next time.) TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946459385276903728.post-44929027340265841682013-05-27T10:08:55.665-06:002013-05-27T10:08:55.665-06:00That last frame; looks like a wonderful piece of w...That last frame; looks like a wonderful piece of work.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.com