Punchy Jackson, III, The Discovery of America (detail), 21st Century, AD
For example, today we can look back over many centuries of Chinese art and realize what an enormous influence the revolutionary work of the painter Mi Fei had on his and subsequent ages. As will be explained later, he gave a kind of sanctity to the dot, using it rather than the traditional shaping line for his magnificent mountain ranges. But dots had been used earlier, though in a much more limited way, and thus, in those days before the technical rules of Chinese painting had been so elaborately codified, it was possible for Mi Fei and his contemporaries to regard his radical innovation as a technique already sanctioned by tradition. – From The Way of the Brush: Painting Techniques of China and Japan by Fritz van Briessen
Imagine, if you will, just how fantastic the above paragraph is. Imagine alone the fact that the sanctity of the dot, using it as a different form of expression entirely than a shaped line, caused an entire revolution in the form the visual art of China took from that singular pivot.
To be continued…. But if anybody feels inclined to follow my thinking here, or even question what I’m getting at, by all means make a comment. Even about the weather where you live, I mean outside the weather on the video entertainment inside your virtual reality helmet. Or what the heck, even a comment about the video entertainment inside your virtual reality helmet will do.
Just kidding. It used be called satire before reality turned into satire. The worst thing about being the last satirist in America is that the hecklers can’t come up with any good or even interesting insults that you haven’t already listened to hundreds of times already. When even the insults get boring, comedy is definitely dead. Not that I’m a comedian, mind you. Except when the Zen occasion requires it.
Speaking of Zen was anyone out there aware that Alan Watts the bringer of Zen enlightenment to the Hippie Generation and Realms Beyond Time, died of alcohol poisoning with a liver as hard as a rock? True story. Even in the biography it’s such a well known fact. I’m a great admirer of Watts’ writing but, as with everything else I read, I take it with a grain of salt.
Anyway, this is a New Category I just added in my blogposting and where I’m apparently headed: Surrealist Thinking. It’s time we got this mother off the ground and these New Dark Ages rolling and rocking til the break of down. But right now I’m gonna put on an old Spooky Tooth number which puts Vegas acts like Iggy Pop and the MC5 to shame. Punk Rock is Dead! Spread the news! This is the real rock and roll. Rock and soul.
Hold onto your seatbelts. Lifting off with a psychodelic version of that ol Supremes Soul tune You Keep Me Hanging ON.
To be continued in the 13th Dimension outside the 13th Floor Elevators in Austin Texas, 19. Be sure to listen to the lyrics, then think about My Fei and his dot revolution. You’ll get there sooner or later. One way or the other. Note the album cover. My kind of artwork. Keep it loose and flowing. No more of this stick up the rear end art, please. It’s giving me a headache. Note the art wasn’t made by a computer or even on a computer. Knock that shit off as well. Enjoy life, why don’t you. Get out on the Dance Floor, like Jackson Pollock. Give it a go.
Anyway, I’m not writing blogposts anymore. Too much work. Now I’m just beboppin, jivin’, and dwellin’ in the past. Casting Pearls Before Swine with the original Rapper, Tom Rapp,listening to his old surrealist mumblings.