"(After all, reality is nothing other than the passing result of what we do together, as Marx put it.)" - Bourriaud
I'm still diggin' on the Bourriaud and am just about finished which is good as my discussion is this evening. Reading this in the context of everything else I've been doing and hearing in recent weeks has been interesting.
If, as Bourriaud paraphrases above, reality is simply the passing result of what we do together my current reality consists of a series of misunderstandings, misinterpretations, and knee jerks all revolving around different machinations of the same thread; i.e. who does what with whom about what. Who cares.
In following the ongoing cabal saga I was pleased to see the way Jackson owned Kevin Seconds' response to the True Love piece. Although in fairness Mr. Seconds said Jackson looked like a "fucking jerk," not that he in fact was a "fucking jerk." A subtle distinction.
Over and above the surface details of all of these recent dialogues one thing strikes me above all else. I don't envy anyone writing any level of criticism on our local community myself included - although I am spreading my wings the further out of grad school I get. Our local art and music scene is indeed close knit and the risk of offending someone is always high. I'm certainly not saying this should deter anyone but I do think it's why one doesn't see much criticism in our local rags.
Anyhoo, long story short, way to own it Jackson! If the "fucking jerk" is a mint mocha with cardamon what would a spicy jerk be I wonder...