almost an andy moment; someone at the artforum message boards was acused of making anti-art, like, anti-mater. Mine was: Punk, n/punk, punk, post punk, art, n'art..and so on
Today,
WALDO SMITH NEGATED #21
21Flickering ambition draining down again; longing office towers. I never did understand the ambition of midtown, my failure really, I knew that. Presentation and hope, I hadn’t gone to business school, I just didn’t understand. There was the time the woman I was then living with snubbed my utterly at a dinner party in so-ho. Children’s books, she was becoming successful and I was not; still aren’t. I always siphon down to fruitcakes like Wayne. I’d take it cold and send out slides and manuscript and then sit at home counting rejection slips, and then go back to showing where ever, plastering with wheat past fairly discreetly drawing and poems or utterances. Then the Private Investigators persona came closer to hand as I dealt with loonies. Failure; manuscript returned, slides returned, thus showing my paintings on skid row, close enough. Popular on the weeks ends and suddenly, during the week, there was Wayne.
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