I have worked on some Trickster material recently, and dug out an unread copy of Trickster Makes This World: Mischief, Myth, and Art by Lewis Hyde which I have started reading (having bought it about a year ago).
I also have a copy of The Gift: How the Creative Spirit Transforms the World , (sometimes subtitled The Gift: Imagination and the Erotic Life of Property) a book about art as gift rather than commodity. (half read).
If you don't have time to read lots, try listening to 20 minutes of a radio interview with him, to get a glimpse of the work.
Apparently his current work-in-progress has the title Cultural Commons.
You could also look at Cultural Commons where Lewis Hyde did the guest blog for July...
Look at these other names for Tricksters, Fools, Clowns, etc.
"Paradise
Is exactly like
Where you are right now
Only much much
Better"
Language is a virus
Laurie Anderson
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Father's Day, apparently...
My son just wished me a Happy Father's Day - having spent his evening with real flamenco music etc.
Lovely to hear from him anyway, but who knew that today counted? Not me. Apparently in Oz it does...
In the US & UK I believe they did this (recently invented) festival on June 18th. Whatever.
After all, on the 'pataphysical calendar, they call today 24 Phalle 133 de l'Ere Pataphysique.
Clock times differ, calendars differ - I just enjoy hearing that he has had some fun - especially when my own little world seems a bit short of that. Last night I had a few laughs (and drinks) and creative plotting with my friend Mr Jules - and today I have a hangover, and find myself slightly in the doghouse.
Lovely to hear from him anyway, but who knew that today counted? Not me. Apparently in Oz it does...
In the US & UK I believe they did this (recently invented) festival on June 18th. Whatever.
After all, on the 'pataphysical calendar, they call today 24 Phalle 133 de l'Ere Pataphysique.
Clock times differ, calendars differ - I just enjoy hearing that he has had some fun - especially when my own little world seems a bit short of that. Last night I had a few laughs (and drinks) and creative plotting with my friend Mr Jules - and today I have a hangover, and find myself slightly in the doghouse.
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