POETICKS

Here’s the latest image I got from Guy R. Beining:

It is part of a letter it grieves me to report on.  He asks if I think I could sell works like it on my website, suggesting a price of $200 for this.  I’d get a 33% commission on all sales.  Gah.  If I had any semblance of economic security, I’d buy this and four others sight unseen for $200 each.  I grieve because I know I can’t sell anything here, at any price.  I once offered 25 RASPbooks for $50 and Karl Kempton was the only one to buy a set (and he ain’t rich).  No complaints, because I hardly ever buy anything of anyone else’s.  Not only don’t I have the money to, but my concept-appreciation to ornament-appreciation (like the feel of hardened acylic, etc., even the size of an image) is much higher than most lovers of visimagery’s (i.e., “visual art”), so Internet access rather than physical ownership is enough for me in almost all cases.

Of course, I also grieve because Guy’s stuff should be in bigTime museums with articles in ARTnews about it.  If he can’t get the recognition he deserves, who can?  Or am I so out of it that I don’t see how much better New York stuff is than the above?

I wish I had time to really deal with the above critically, but the year is about to end, and I have so much to do!  For instance, I still haven’t finished either of my next two columns for Small Press Review, and I’ve had full-length fairly decent rough drafts of both of them ready for a final attack for over a week.  Wotta life.

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