tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34419451.post5260307200477372585..comments2022-11-15T09:46:30.929-05:00Comments on Burn Your Eyes Clean: Horror. Terror. Herror. TorrorWil Murrayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07755137477149548822noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34419451.post-47472209530577207522007-03-20T20:37:00.000-04:002007-03-20T20:37:00.000-04:00Your analogy makes me think of exactly what i was ...Your analogy makes me think of exactly what i was talking with about my first foray into redemption and painting.<BR/>You tell it now as the girl, but maybe you're Greenberg or the Homburg or the bed. Likely you're the writer.<BR/>As for "wouldn't paint if...". I have a hard time with supposing anything involving not painting. I paint and believe in redemption and struggle in both.Wil Murrayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07755137477149548822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34419451.post-70992281196117268482007-03-19T15:21:00.000-04:002007-03-19T15:21:00.000-04:00it’s funny- why are all my correspondences to you ...it’s funny- why are all my correspondences to you of late starting with this phrase? - but last night, in the middle of a stack of readings about relational aesthetics, the thought popped into my head:<BR/><BR/>“wil wouldn’t paint if he didn’t believe in redemption”<BR/><BR/>(actually a much delayed response to a conversation had with jesse a couple weeks ago- I am always too late, all spirit of the stairway.)<BR/><BR/>and i don’t know what to make of it yet.<BR/><BR/>maybe connected to a thought that bubbled up later in the night:<BR/><BR/>"being a postmodern art historian/critic/curator is like waking up with a pounding headache and clement greenberg in your bed. <BR/><BR/>’oh, no.’<BR/><BR/>so you finally manage to trundle him out, then call an emergency brunch with your girls, during which you analyze in obsessive detail the events of the previous night. <BR/><BR/>you get home and realize he totally left his homburg at your place (like, probably totally on purpose).<BR/><BR/>and as much as you try to pretend like "this one doesn't count," beer goggles aren't to blame; you saw something there, or you were looking for something. <BR/><BR/>standing in the middle of your bedroom, homburg in one hand and phone number scrawled on a cocktail napkin in the other; so do you call him or don't you?"<BR/><BR/>so, yeah.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com