JAMES HAD a problem. He had no face.
Actually, he had a face and he knew he had a face. He could see it in the mirror. Eyes, nose and mouth were there where they were supposed to be; on the front of his head. He could see it but nobody else could. They saw through his face, around his face and everything but his face. There was nothing there, just visual ambience.
Read MoreWHEN JON Langford was at art school – University of Leeds, the college he refers to below – it was right around the time that TJ Clark showed up. Clark, the Marxist art historian and one-time only British member of the Situationist International, apparently did a lot to pull the university’s art college away from its staid and stale academic approach to art. Langford, in other interviews, has jokingly likened him to a Che Guevara figure for the art department.
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Billy is in business school. “I’m going to be rich,” Billy says. “My dad was a janitor. Mom answered phones. I’m not gonna be a sucka. I’ll live in a mansion, own a hover car…” Suddenly! “U R Wrong Billy!” (says the Angel of History).
Read MoreMILLARD LOOKED at the sycophant sitting at the end of the bar. … The ‘phant’s face seemed to drip into nothing, an ever changing merge of pop nonsense and media platforms. The puckered mouth sucked at a straw without really drawing anything up it. The ‘phant was waiting for a mission.
Read More“How are we going to get home?” She turned to her friend after a short pause.
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