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I'm not sad about missing the poetry since 1 percent of poets are artisanal distillers of language and poignancy and the other 99 percent are savage brutes who ravage language, betray the capabilities of art and waste air and syllables that others might put to practical use. I'm not slagging any specific poets into one heap or the other; I'm just admitting to low expectations. Very low. That's right, I burn self-published chapbooks recreationally, and I don't even wait until it's cold outside. But the rest of the weekend was a minor tragedy to miss out on.
In particular, I was looking forward to the panel discussion that launched Experimental Geography at The Albuquerque Museum. It's true that the last time curator Nato [Thompson] passed through Santa Fe, with Jeremy Deller's It Is Wfiat It Is: Conversations about Iraq project, he and I had an insipid little argument - or, rather, failed to have one. I wanted to know what value there was in framing the instigation of discussions around a bombed-out car from Iraq in the mantle of art and Thompson thought that made me a tedious douche bag of a "local art critic."See the full content of this document
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Creating Geography
Because I was trapped at a convention inside Tucson, Ariz.'s version of Buffalo Thunder - a pueblo-style golf resort, minus the casino - the weekend of June 26-28, ( missed a succession of b...
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