Monday, June 06, 2005

I have saved all my ribbons for thee

Fuck the aesthetically correct. Fuck the march of cell phones & their transmission towers. Let the world be catenated once more. Bring back the wires. Let them sag openly, to the weather as to grief. Let the birds perch on them, crap from them, engage in flittering, fluttering sex on them. Quick, before they become merely a footnote to a Leonard Cohen song.

& yet, & yet. Their going provokes a "project of documenting disappearing objects (like telephone poles)" to quote Jukka-Pekka Kervinen from an email. & the output of this project by Jim Leftwich & Jukka is so brilliant that I am tempted to advocate the pulling out of a number of the remaining poles & replacing them with billboards of these wonderful images.

With some poles left standing, though, so they can be postered & posted. So they can grow old disgracefully, & be captured in their aging & accoutrement.

1 comment:

Jukka-Pekka Kervinen said...


Thanks, and your plan sounds great !