Saturday, December 11, 2010

"Mommy, what's that?"








Seldom does one come across a scene of or similar to bodies grotesquely crammed into a dumpster when walking down the streets of Chicago, Paris, or Hong Kong. Mark Jenkins took advantage of these rare sights, and mass-produced them worldwide, instilling in us incredulous bewilderment. The contemporary artist has created his own unique form of renegade street sculpture, the consequence of which fluctuates based on the viewer. The lack of appropriate response some of these sculptures deserve directly affects the obliviousness of our society. For one to walk past a man in the middle of the sidewalk wearing a sleeping bag over his body and not say anything is baffling. The bystander has obviously not fully comprehended the image he just witnessed, or is either constantly in the presence of people who chose the newest sleeping bag to a set of clothes. And far anyone to not inspect, report or even acknowledge that which appears to be a dead body, is inhuman in itself. Therefore might one say that humanities progression towards blind coherence, apathy, and obliviousness is making us something other then human? Jenkins claims his work has no immediate message, and just offers that “if it gets urbanites to question the authenticity of their surroundings [it’s] good.” Whether he admits it or not, the art holds a clear message, because like any art, it’s meant to be viewed, and reflected on. The sculptures get you to think, and interrupt the actuality and realness of the reality around you. Jenkins and his kind of reckless thinkers are the abnormality our world needs to remain normal—and for humankind to remain human.


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Thursday, December 3, 2009

Okay so lets just say i had a couple weeks off, some good reading time nevertheless. I read The Last Olympian, a rather easy, simple yet enjoyable series. I also read Cormic McCarthys No Country For Old Men. It was pretty creepy. In case you havn't read it or at least seen the movie, ill just tell you its pretty creepy. This normal southern man finds a million dollars at a drug deal gone wrong, and soon after is hunted by a sickly twisted man and his violent ways. Now i've started The Stan by Stephan King. Cant wait to see how i like it.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

2nd QUARTER STARTS HERE.....(The Road)

Okay, so the book I'm currently reading, The Road, is INSANE. It's actually disturbing on so many different levels. But still, it's addicting. I don't want to give to much of it away in case you guys read it, but its a definite favorite. The author manages to write in a way so you (the reader) literally lose all hope. It's not a great feeling--I won't lie, but to me it was worth it. It follows the journey of a man and his son as they travel across a post apoctolipotic* world. They travel a sunless, ash ridden planet in constant fear of the other cannibal nomad travelers. Its a fantastic book, one which i'd recommend to anyone up to the challenge.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

NEED A BOOK!!!!!

Ok, so i desperately need to find a new book... I finished inkheart this week, and have yet to obtain any new reading material since. I really want to read the road. Im honestly not even sure who its by. I just hear its great. Supposedly it has a real sick distorted apocalyptic theme to it. I really enjoy that type of book. It's horror in my mind. Its much more scary to me then some grotesque slasher. Book that mess with the mind, along with the common fears of people bewilder me. I love them.. I love how one story can make me think more then any movie or actual occurrence. One powerful, well written book can influence and drive people to new heights. Books can scare people, radiate them, hurt them, and about anything els you could imagine. I guess i just love books.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

A little rant

I was not good reading this week at all. I was in the hospital and doctors and stuff so i really didn't do much of anything. I'm still in the middle of Inkheart my Cornelia Funke. So to be honest I'm not really sure what to right about. I'm looking into starting this book called The Road... Its supposed to be really intense and creepy. Strangely enough my social studies teacher turned me onto it. Its funny how you discover things from places you wouldn't think held the answer. Its seldom a math teacher has ever taught me anything powerful or creative. Obviously its not their job, but still, its what in my mind makes math so boring. You cant bend it. There's no sense thinking differently or trying to look at it artistically. Its raw. What is there, is there. There's no analysis or intense thought to it. Sorry for this weeks random rant. Ill try to have read more next week. Thanks for sticking with me though.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Inkheart; A nice little break?

So i've finally finished The Godfather. And now ive turned my focus to reading Inkheart, by Cornila Funke. I've kind of been reading it off an on since the begging of the school year. I know its a bit easy for me, and a tad young. I figure it will just be like a nice easy transition book. I had heard they were making a movie out of it and just had to read it. So far, its good. Dustfinger is still like I remembered him, still sneaky, cowardly, but yet noble at heart. I remember him always being my favorite character when I was originally reading the book. That must have been 6th grade, and back then, it was one of my favorites. I love how the author just came up with a book about books. Its such a crazy thought into todays times of sex, humor, and violence. It takes someone of true talent to write on something that todays reader finds so bland.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

The Godfather continued.....and no its still not the movie...

Week 3 and I'm still reading Mario Puzzo's, The Godfather. Its not really going as smooth as i like. Its not that anythings wrong with the book--its still a masterpiece. Its just that I haven't had as much time of focus to devote to the book as necessary. Its partially on me, its not like in the summer where I would have gone out of my way to read it. Now i just read when I can, as much as possible. Thats one thing I really love about books and reading. The stories don't go anywhere. No matter how scarcely you read a certain book, or how long the break between pages is, the story will always remain the same. If you leave a book as Sonny Corleone is being shot, you can return two weeks later and Sonny will still be getting shot. I know this post might not go as in depth as the previous post about The Godfather. Sorry about that, I guess i just didn't know how to go into detail about the scare 120 or so pages i read over the previous week.