March 2012
55 posts
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Dear Tom Cruise and NASA:
I am an artist. Never mind which kind of artist, for it is such an onerous thing to have to deem oneself this or that. I would like to make a proposal to you both.…My proposal verges on the simple. I would like to shoot Mr. Cruise and a (sexless) 5-year-old into outer space. They will be contained within a capsule (a word that needn’t be treated with orthodoxy) that NASA will have to approve, if not design. They will be launched into a sector of space, the coordinates of which are consummately unimportant.
” —Darren Bader, James Earl Scones.
“The worst dream I ever had involved a house and a field. I was outside the house, under a big sky. It was all Technicolor blues and greens. I had gone to this house to help save my “best friend,” a sort of grimacing scarecrow figure, from persecution. He was accused of having committed a murder with an ax. The body of the dream consisted of the straw man chasing me over rutted roads and into a field, finally catching up with me where I was halted at a tall, wooden, electrified fence. All this under a wide, solidly blue sky.”
—Rebecca Wolff, The Beginners.
