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the desultory results of theavantguardian logo competition\/\/the candidates
We have results! For the logo competition we’ve been blathering about for the last month or so. Please admire. What follows is a list IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER of the logos we received. We would like you to admire them, comment on them, hold them, love them, and decide amongst yourselves. We will be... »
commodity fetishism gone right \/\/ banzai!!!!! | brooklyn
These days, Brooklyn is the destination where art comes to be born and to die. After all, this is still New York City, the global center for commercial art distribution. But beyond that, Brooklyn is home to the overwhelming majority of studios, ateliers, and actual artists in New York City. Soho and Chelsea obviously... »
the avant guardian logo competition
Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot! Ahh healthy competition. The healthiest kind. We at the avant guardian support both health and competition. Which is why we like all fighting styles. We like Tiger Fist and Flying Crane. We like the guy with the moobs from Fight Club. We like beast wars (where you pick two animals and... »
popop\/\/mortal kombat
This week’s theme, “the pink sheep of the family” is an homage to the recent passing of Alexander McQueen, he described himself once as such. High profile deaths provide the viewing public a chance to join in identity-building: suddenly the average U.S.er is concerned and aware that Haiti is the poorest country in the... »
popop\/\/the mother of all funk chords
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. Walt Whitman, Song of Myself The ceaseless chattering on YouTube can get pretty solipsistic. While there is the lipservice given to the democratic tendencies present in allowing everyone to publish themselves online for everyone... »
swarms\/\/composed of millions
God I love a good animal swarm. A shoal. Huge teeming masses of living things moving together as one. Pulsating erratically. What awesome power. What capability. What sheer animal instinct. Probably a little bit of stupidity too. I also like the word pullulate. Never has a word you probably haven’t heard before meant so much. pul·lu·late... »
the shallow world of dreaming the real
Lights come up on stage. A dodgy painted background of meadows and fields and a yellow sun. There is a tree on stage, it is gnarled and on it sits two crows. Crow 1: The livid pale reflection of your teeth marks time bitten into my coldest of shoulders hard. A gallon... »
the bleeps the sweeps and the creeps looks at a decade
Harumph. Decade retrospectives. Seems like every idiot with mouthpiece is in the business of looking back on the last ten years assessing the things that happened with a fine comb and some wit. I’m not so into that. Retrospecktin’ is not nearly as profitable or hilarious as good ole’ fashioned prospecktin’. So since there’s... »
moving too fast? \/\/ poetry to slow you down…
“Whatever you have to say, leave the roots on, let them dangle, And the dirt, Just to make clear where they come from.” – Charles Olson, “These Days” Dale Smith, a poet out of Austin, Texas, made a stir recently by calling for a “slow poetry” that, like “slow food,” would avoid the over-produced and fast-paced language of the... »
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