Thursday, May 28, 2009

Job Filled Inquiry Letter




Teresa Margolles tuvo una idea genial. En general su obra me parece terrible, inescrupulosa, cruenta, visceral -en el más estricto sentido de la palabra-, en resumen, algo no muy (nada) artístico. Con la crudeza que le caracteriza, ideó repartir en la bienal de Venecia de este año, unas tarjetas para picar cocaína, cosa de 10 mil… pero ilustradas con la imagen de un ejecutado por los cárteles de la droga.

Truculento y… brillante ¿alguien en su sano juicio la usará para picar coca? Los art dealers la llevarán alegremente en su cartera por puro esnobismo, pero ojalá le llegue a alguno que caiga en la cuenta del precio de sangre que tiene el consumo de cocaína, por más ocasional que sea.

Esto es lo que yo esperaba, cuando comentaba lo que comentaba en este post .

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Clipart Of Sugar In A Bottle

of squares and scribbles *


¿Usted conoce la Puerta del Sol o la Plaza Mayor de Madrid? ¿Conoce quizá la piazza Navona de Roma o la plaza Roja de Moscú? Como sea. ¿Se imagina usted alguna de estas plazas ocupada por meses por inmensa carpa de circo que impida una foto panorámica o la vista de algunos de los notables edificios that frame? Imagine the scandal!

These places are important monuments in themselves and require no additional or attractive scenery. The socket of Mexico City, the ancient main square or Plaza de la Constitution, one of the largest and most notable among those of his kind, is, at the whim of the mayor of this city, be treated as a common clearing, space "too" wide to be "wasted" (head of government have the horror vacui of the Baroque, but with less style) and decided (why not?) spend our tax dollars in a dinosaur museum to honor Darwin (so!) in an expensive white circus tent. Marcelo Ebrard like its predecessor, has a parochial view of this huge city, full of venues, stadiums, museums, theaters and others, which is understandable in the former mayor of Macuspana, but not in the "mayor cosmopolitan" than intended to be Ebrard.

What Ebrard has not thought at the racetrack, in the Cerro de la Estrella in the land expropriated as "Ford" or even on the grounds of the former refinery, to make a popular recreation site where Darwin and honor their dinos, or to put your ice pistota arbolote with Christmas or the marathon to make massive kiss ai (before influenza) or another occurrence? The few brave (which must be very brave men) who have moved to the Historical Center and will thank all those who think that our "base" is a majestic place of a big city and not a small-town square.


* mess.
(the AR. Hisp. * O * muharríǧ muharráǧ and east of Ar. Muharriǧ, fool).
1. m. coloq. Defective person or thing, ridiculous or extravagant.
2. m. coloq. Imperfect thing.
3. m. coloq. Informal man, not worthy of respect.