When there’s a rare tragedy anywhere primarily white and English speaking, I check international news to remind myself of all the non-white, non-English equivalents that happen all the time, and don’t tweet or blog about the disparity in media coverage or related social network activity because someone else already did and, after all, I had to google it to apprise myself of the latest details of the multitudinous carnage that perpetuates in our world order, and so I carry on going about my largely politically disengaged life having just watched the latest episode of what I like to believe is a suitably intellectually edifying (probably HBO) TV show. And so it goes, and all that.
I partook in an utterly ridiculous and unintentional sitcom/sketch scene earlier in which I was making phonecalls to an internet installation guy who was in my house installing the internet whilst believing him to be another person. I had been in contact with an installation guy over the phone previous to his arrival and he swore it wasn’t him, that he hadn’t been taking my calls but one of his colleagues had. I needed to verify some information so I told him I’d ring back the guy I’d been speaking to on the phone while he stepped out to get some more kit from his van. I only realised the guy on the phone and the guy at my house were indeed the same guy when he returned from his van and was stood outside my front door and I could hear his voice both on the phone and through the door. I swear that this wasn’t due to my idiocy. It was he who was the idiot. Despite me asking him on arrival if it was him I’d been speaking to on the phone, and him receiving a call from me right after I said I was going to call the guy who I thought was him, it still came as a surprise to him. He was either an utter buffoon or an expert in fucking with people with precision comic timing to make his day less dull.
Me (when he stepped through my door having just said bye to me on the phone): IT IS YOU! YOU ARE YOU! I AM TALKING TO YOU!
Either way, please don’t reblog this because I haven’t had time to move his body out of the cellar yet.
THE BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARES OF ZDZISLAW BEKSINSKI
Artist Zdzislaw Beksinski (24 February 1929 – 21 February 2005) was a renowned Polish painter, photographer, and sculptor. Beksiński executed his paintings and drawings either in what he called a ‘Baroque’ or a ‘Gothic’ manner. The first style is dominated by representation, with the best-known examples coming from his fantastic realism period when he painted disturbing images of a surrealistic, nightmarish environment. The second style is more abstract, being dominated by form, and is typified by Beksiński’s later paintings.
Chinese artist Yang Yongliang is known for his sprawling photographic collages that depict the devastating effects of uncontrolled urbanisation and industrialisation. At a distance the works look like traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy but when viewed up close, the peaceful mountains and seascapes are found to be choked with buildings, factories, and machinery.