I spent a couple of hours hanging out with Yvonne and Jill today. It was fun, but strange. We went to an out of class poetry workshop led by Ariana Reines, and it was me, Yvonne, Jill, Ariana, and a new girl, Lauren(?). Anyway, Ariana is awesome, and has been hosting these workshops throughout the semester. I have yet to bring in any work, since I stopped writing poetry more than a year ago.
Yvonne is gorgeous. I always thought she was. I remember the first time I saw her at a poetry reading but was too shy to talk to her. Now we have a class together. She’s gained a lot of weight but she still looks amazing, and it just reminds me of how good she used to look. She’s also really sweet and we both lived in LA, so I feel like we have a lot in common. We had a good hour and a half long conversation today about Lost and writing and such.
Jill and I have a weird thing going on. I have never seen her date anyone in the two years I’ve known her, and yet when I had a Match account recently, I saw her profile, and she saw mine. We never spoke about it. Every time I see her, we have really strange chemistry. I’m not necessarily attracted to her, I just like her sense of humor and the kind of person she is. She’s a great friend.
All three of us went to an art gallery across from campus, which is run by a group of students. My friend Jeremy is part of this group. The shit that was up in that gallery wasn’t even remotely interesting.
To top it off, contemporary artists think it’s cool to buy shirts with Soviet propaganda and to make them into art. That is such bullshit. That’s a commodification of my history. It’s not like I can take something American, which is meant to be commodified, and make art out of it. Americans are fine with that. They have no history.
Russia is different. These people, and Urban Outfitters specifically, are profiting off the misinformed idea that anything that’s not written in English and cannot be understood is “Avant-Garde.” Bullshit. It’s not avant-garde, it’s ignorant. Russia has nothing to do with your art, so fuck off and go back to whatever hole you crawled out of.
It simply amazes me how artists take advantage of people’s ignorance. I have no problem if Russian culture is used with some sort of point, but what the hell is the point?