beulahbondo's Diaryland Diary
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Meat Joy
Filmmaker and performance artist Carolee Schneeman talked tonight about subversion, and then a bunch of us, but not Carolee, went out for highbrow pizza.
She drank vodka from a silver flask, showed films of talking vulvas, and put on a pair of kitty ears in preparation for a pussy joke.
The joke was this: a Swedish interviewer, after seeing Schneeman's film "Interior Scroll," in which a scroll of broken text is pulled from a lady's magima, kept asking her, "but didn't it hurt? To which Schneeman replied, "no, I know how to do it." "But didn't it hurt?" "Wait, didn't what hurt?" "The squirrel."
I loved her early sixties film "Meat Joy," in which lissome dancers writhe around with each other holding fish and plucked chickens to pop music and breathy French phrases like "Elle est b�te!" The rules, she explained, included that if you touched a chicken or a fish, you couldn't let it go.
During the Q&A, one of the art hobos who always goes to these events for the free wine informed her that her work was headed straight for the trashcan, but it took him a longwinded time to say that. I mean, just out with it!
Apparently there was an eight-foot snow penis in Harvard Yard last month. I walk through the Yard every day. How did I miss it? A few years ago I would have been out there with a bucket of hot water, but now I just laugh.
Well, thanks for the guestbook signings. Didn't mean to get all up in yall's Foremans.
9:44 p.m. - 2003-03-06
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