I, as a parent myself, don’t take a backseat to any of these parents from these “family” groups. Not one of these people is more concerned about parenting than I have been in the past and am today. To them I say, “Learn how to turn off a TV set and have some discussions about such topics as culture and politics with your children. Bring your children up into adulthood rather than trying to keep it away from them as long as possible.” I understand that you don’t have it (intellectually or emotionally), that the best you can think of to “raise” your children is to attack TV programs that strike you as “dirty”; but I’m tired of living in the pansy world with your harping on “cuss words” and the sight of some cleavage on broadcast TV. I’ve seen some of your children in college classes, and the crime you’ve committed against them (and society) brings us all this: these poor progeny of yours talk and write like children and stunted adolescents even when they should be young adults. Take your children to something other than the couch for whatever is on TV; take them to something other than yet another damn ball game. Take them to a concert or a museum or a library; read some books with them at home; help them with their homework. If you manage to put a dent into the broadcast of The Playboy Club, you only have hundreds of TV shows exactly like it to attack after that. I know, I know…this attack you’re licking your chops over is easy, so I should just let you enjoy it. Foolish of me to complain, I suppose…but it makes me sick to watch know-nothings take something as important as parenting and make it look so simple-minded and wimpy.
Hendrix, as you can see in the photo next to this song, is listening to Elmore James. The Allman Brothers have a great live version of this song; you can hear them giving credit to Elmore James at the beginning of their version.
The positive form beats the shit out of wishy-washy writing • Symmetry is the tits • Words your bound to fuck up
sonorousmetal, thanks for your post. I had not heard of this work. However, I’m curious about this particular line: “Words your bound to fuck up.” “Your”? Don’t they mean “you’re”? “Words you’re bound to fuck up?” A mistake, yes? On the page that advertises their book about writing? Yeesh.
“It was just a kiss, a loving gesture. I kissed it without thinking; I thought the artist would understand…. It was an artistic act provoked by the power of Art.”
saying later she had wanted to make it even more beautiful.”—
Rindy Sam, who kissed a Twombly painting in 2007.
Twombly received big media attention in 2007 when an artist by the name of Rindy Sam gave one of Twombly’s paintings a kiss. The gesture left a red stain on Blooming, a Scattering of Blossoms and Other Things, a 9x6 ft. painting hanging at the Collection Lambert in Avignon, France. The artwork was then estimated at $2 million, and Sam was ordered to pay €1000 to the painting’s owner, €500 to the gallery, and a symbolic €1 to the painter himself.
Cy Twombly died today, Tuesday, July 5, 2011. I’ve enjoyed many of his works. May museums, galleries, and collectors protect those works I have not yet seen, so I can see them at some time in the future the way Twombly wanted them to be seen.