telenous
Well-known
OK, this isn't about photography but theatre. Just read it yesterday. The person who wrote this is the local postmodernist oracle for many years and the following is far from his deliberately very worst but it will do nicely for pseud's corner. Although it's fairly easy to understand what's he's saying, the self-congratulatory tone is typical of the desperation for attention. Here goes:
.
.
mfunnell
Shaken, so blurred
I find his writing more lucid than most postmodernists :angel: (OK, I know we're measuring from a low base
)http://www.researchgate.net/publica..._Debility_using_Recursive_Transition_Networks
...Mike
telenous
Well-known
I find his writing more lucid than most postmodernists :angel: (OK, I know we're measuring from a low base
http://www.researchgate.net/publica..._Debility_using_Recursive_Transition_Networks
...Mike
The point he's making, related to the independence of the text from the author, is standard postmodernist fare and, possibly, interesting enough in its own right. He's not at his worst with this, I agree. Perhaps I am jaded reading it, simply by associating with earlier texts of his, curious little constructs of needless grandiloquism and deliberate obfuscation.
Yeah, right.
.
mfunnell
Shaken, so blurred
telenous
Well-known
Warning for those of you in morning time zone: Put your cup of coffee on your desk now.
The wandering couple coerces themselves towards enlightenment by consulting their unease through a distorted prismatic light, and hence gives their world a credence not found in the symbolic disorder of howling winds. They are shrouded in a blinding veil of illumination and their attempts at reason surpass their physicality. Tirelessly, they search for truth against the probability of physical calamity and ruin. They traipse wide the lands of rocky outposts and cobalt shores, inching closer and closer to a precarious balance between civilized behavior and epistemological destabilization. This endeavor for the average tribe is not dissimilar to cackling laughter drowned out by an audibly increasing hum and din of mosquitos so engorged with haemoglobin that they leak crimson plasma from their proboscis. It is a crushing discordance for the cochlear and the discourse that reverberates ominously challenges the perceptible atonality of life at its margins.... [and on and on]
Brad Feuerhelm, commenting on the photo by Inka and Niklas at the top of the link: http://www.americansuburbx.com/2016...-and-the-void-in-the-work-of-inka-niklas.html
.
The wandering couple coerces themselves towards enlightenment by consulting their unease through a distorted prismatic light, and hence gives their world a credence not found in the symbolic disorder of howling winds. They are shrouded in a blinding veil of illumination and their attempts at reason surpass their physicality. Tirelessly, they search for truth against the probability of physical calamity and ruin. They traipse wide the lands of rocky outposts and cobalt shores, inching closer and closer to a precarious balance between civilized behavior and epistemological destabilization. This endeavor for the average tribe is not dissimilar to cackling laughter drowned out by an audibly increasing hum and din of mosquitos so engorged with haemoglobin that they leak crimson plasma from their proboscis. It is a crushing discordance for the cochlear and the discourse that reverberates ominously challenges the perceptible atonality of life at its margins.... [and on and on]
Brad Feuerhelm, commenting on the photo by Inka and Niklas at the top of the link: http://www.americansuburbx.com/2016...-and-the-void-in-the-work-of-inka-niklas.html
.
David Hughes
David Hughes
Wow! That opened my eyes...
radi(c)al_cam
Well-known
Is that a real name, or a nom de plume?
Anyway, a heraldist would say, it's probably a «canting» name: this Brad appears to have some fire at his helm…
seany65
Well-known
Hmmm. You are doing it properly by eschewing it for 22 times before swallowing, yes?
Steve M.
Veteran
This tentative and discursive discussion would appear at first reading to be a post modern recapitulation and momentary derivative of Art Speak. I am acquainted w/ that language to some small degree, and look forward to joining in, to some extent, but not overly so, in such a fragmented and elliptical mode of Photo Speak if you will.
Compositional variances will be of some concern, as always, and there is certainly the expressive risk of two interrelated yet completely separate planes of linear modality intersecting within the frame work of diacritical thought, yet wholly owing to said variances, a compromise or breakthrough could occur in the photographer's work. If the photographer, or a light pole in Dadaesque surreal symbolism (sic), senses that the subject is attempting to voice their freedom of expressive actions through varying degrees of linear activity not unrelated to the ad hoc pictorial realm, then we MUST sense that something has fundamentally changed vis a vis the inner eye's non truthful projection onto the inner consciousness of desire(s).
Or, where's the Ripple and Velvitta, and what the hell kind of art opening is this?
Brad F, he da Man! I bow to the master. Thanks for the link, my eyes are about to fal out of my head reading the whole article.
Compositional variances will be of some concern, as always, and there is certainly the expressive risk of two interrelated yet completely separate planes of linear modality intersecting within the frame work of diacritical thought, yet wholly owing to said variances, a compromise or breakthrough could occur in the photographer's work. If the photographer, or a light pole in Dadaesque surreal symbolism (sic), senses that the subject is attempting to voice their freedom of expressive actions through varying degrees of linear activity not unrelated to the ad hoc pictorial realm, then we MUST sense that something has fundamentally changed vis a vis the inner eye's non truthful projection onto the inner consciousness of desire(s).
Or, where's the Ripple and Velvitta, and what the hell kind of art opening is this?
Brad F, he da Man! I bow to the master. Thanks for the link, my eyes are about to fal out of my head reading the whole article.
sepiareverb
genius and moron
Bad writing about art abounds, not the least because:
a) much good art is beyond the grasp of the inadequate audience it finds
and
b) much bad art is written about by idiots.
a) much good art is beyond the grasp of the inadequate audience it finds
and
b) much bad art is written about by idiots.
Steve M.
Veteran
I have to repeat one of Brad's gotchas here
"Stretched out along this same horizon, a black mist does swell and does purposefully ejaculate its charred seed in front of subjacent man-made perceptions."
Pure poetry.
That's pretty harsh Sepia. I thought art was just about painting pretty pictures of sunsets and stuff :]
"Stretched out along this same horizon, a black mist does swell and does purposefully ejaculate its charred seed in front of subjacent man-made perceptions."
Pure poetry.
That's pretty harsh Sepia. I thought art was just about painting pretty pictures of sunsets and stuff :]