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Abel Azcona Make America Great Again, 2017
‘Queer performance artist Abel Azcona has taken his critique of Donald Trump to the next level: by tattooing the words of the president’s campaign slogan, “Make America Great Again,” in a circle around his anus. The tattooing of the phrase occurred in the Defibrillator Gallery in Chicago amongst a crowd of eager onlookers earlier this week. Azcona has engaged in more than 500 performance projects and over 100 individual exhibitions around the world.’

 

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Mariko Matsushita Anus, 2018
Oil On Canvas

 

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Joep van Lieshout CasAnus, 1997
‘This polyester sculpture, a gigantic replica of the human digestive system was designed by the Dutch artist Joep Van Lieshout as an exclusive apartment. The raw natural shapes and colours stand in sharp contrast to the pristine white interior of the construction. The room contains a double bed, a table, a shower and a toilet. CasAnus is also equipped with lightening, running water and electric heating. One night in Joep Van Lieshout’s installation costs €120 for two people. Breakfast and access to the museum are included in the price.’

 

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Erik Parker Anal Action, 1999
pen, ink, charcoal, graphite and rubberstamp on paper

 

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Magnus Irvin and Michael Ritzema Solid Bronze Limited edition anus, 2015
‘Artists, Magnus Irvin and Michael Ritzema, run a company called Edible Anus. For fifteen years they’ve been producing chocolates made from a mould created by an actual human anus! And now they’ve taken things a step further, offering personal anus castings to anyone who’d like to see their poop chute turned into an ornament made of a more permanent material, like glass or bronze.’

 

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George Segal Hand on Right Buttock, 1979
painted paper-mâché and plaster

 

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Csaba Kis Róka Various, 2010 – 2015
‘Csaba Kis Róka (b.1981, Hungary) explores the innermost corners of the collective subconscious, delving into the realm of the unexpressed, and blatantly opposing political correctness. Playing with a rich pictorial texture that densely coagulates on his canvases, the artist stages traditional genre scenes imbued with irony, cruelty, abuse and random violence.’

 

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Jamian Juliano-Villani Untitled, 2019
‘You can’t call the RSPCA for crimes against toys, apparently, but one look at Jamian Juliano-Villani’s art and you’ll desperately want to. I mean, if hammering a tiny toy tiger in the mouth with a dildo machine forever isn’t abuse, then what is? “They didn’t want me to bring this one, but I insisted,” the artist says.’

 

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Georges Bataille & André Masson L’ANUS SOLAIRE, 1931
‘Paris, Edition of the Galerie Simon (Galerie Kahnweiler), 1931. In-8 br. (252 x 200), under cream cover printed on the front. 3 dry points inset. Total edition of 112 copies, this one n ° 3, 1 of 10 on old Japon des Manufactures Impériales. Signed by the author in purple pencil on the finished print.’

 

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Brody Ondrej & Kristofer Paetau Licking Curator’s Ass, 2005
‘Dear Ondrej and Kristofer, What can I say. Our meeting at the Extra Features Series – project was remarkable and unexpected. I actually think that in order to initiate a thru and intens collaboration with any curator you meet in the future, you are obligated to plan and perform such a (perhaps)scandalous and physical action/provocation to create an inspiring working atmosphere and mutual understandings which will – obviously – benefit the working conditions between you and the curator in question.’

 

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Ambera Wellmann Various, 2018 – 2019
Oil on linen


In medias res


Autoscopy


Coverers

 

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Wang Haiyan Party in the Anus, 2018
‘A farcically funny gender-fluid costumed wo/man is party-dancing in the looped video Party in the Anus (2018). The hedonism of the wig-donning wo/man in a faecal coloured brown costume also takes on a maximalist note in Party in the Anus. It indulges in a kind of absurd cheer that one might find difficult to participate in or understand.’

 

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Darren Bader anus and/with greyness, 2013
‘With Bader, the sewing machine and the umbrella meet again on a dissecting table, now joined by some guacamole, a French horn, pizza and a dishwasher.’

 

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Craig Drennen Various, 2014
‘Each of the Mistress paintings included the oil painting of the anus hung in conjunction with the black line painted directly on the wall. The anus image seems likes it reveals something from the person who gives me their image, but maybe it doesn’t. The minimalist line seems like it offers up nothing, but maybe it does. That combination seemed like the only possible starting point at the time. Those pieces have an almost Neo-Geo level of control to them that’s loosened up a bit in the subsequent characters.’


First Characters Little Mistress


First Mistress


First Characters Mistress

 

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General Idea Dick All, 1993
‘Cast glass crystal multiple. Each is handmade so measurements vary. Based on Marcel Duchamp’s edition Wedge of Chastity (1954), but in this case a butt plug. General Idea both embraced and critiqued the corporate model at a time when such actions were virtually prohibited in the realm of high art. Stimulated by the international Fluxus movement of the late 1960s, their artwork was involved with everyday promotional culture (business cards, press releases, magazines) and evolved into high gloss advertising forms (posters, balloons, and pins). Works by General Idea were most often produced as multiples, which they saw as an integral part of their media-conscious “viral” activity.’

 

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Neke Carson Rectal Realist Portrait of Andy Warhol, 1972
‘“Page Six” readers may have scratched their heads when they read Monday’s short item announcing that artist Neke Carson’s “Portrait of Andy Warhol” was being shown at the Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh starting this Friday. Sure, it’s great that this painting is appearing for the first time in 28 years. But what’s the big deal? Carson painted it with a paintbrush sticking out of his butt. That’s the big deal. Carson, now 61, is the longtime co-curator of an eclectic, cult-following Tuesday-night performance series at the Gershwin Hotel.’

 

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Robert Mapplethorpe Double Fist Fuck, 1978
Gelatin silver print

 

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Cecily Brown Performance, 1999
‘Cecily Brown has described painting as “a kind of alchemy,” adding that she wants “to catch something in the act of becoming something else.” Steeped in art history, with avowed debts to Abstract Expressionism and the old masters, Brown’s output flaunts vigorous brushwork that both integrates and transforms images drawn from pornography, cartoons, Victorian storybooks, and the like.’

 

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Douglas Blanchard Jesus Before the Soldiers, 2014
‘Marine look-alikes torment a naked prisoner in “Jesus Before the Soldiers” from “The Passion of Christ: A Gay Vision,” a series of 24 paintings by Douglas Blanchard. Jesus kneels, naked and vulnerable, as a knife-wielding soldier grabs him by the hair. War dogs bark at him like hounds of hell, baring their teeth. A leering soldier flips the finger at him while another brandishes an assault rifle. Behind them a skull stares out from a gaping black hole. A dark halo seems to arch over him. The soft, round curves of Jesus’ exposed buttocks make the blade of the knife look even sharper. Dust clings to the soles of Jesus’ bare feet.’

 

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Trương Minh Quý The Sublime of Rectum, 2017
‘Trương Minh Quý’s ”The Sublime of Rectum” is a visual exploration of intimate physical contact between two men. Based on the stories and sexual experiences of a young Balinese with an European tourist, Truong Minh Quy abstracts their turbulent sexual intimacy into images of a moving hand, slowly entering the rectum of an exterior body.’

 

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Aernoud Bourdrez Ryan Dunn’s Butt X-Ray, 2007
‘Late in 2007, one of the most absurd trades ever executed went down between a Dutch lawyer and an American, Ryan Dunn. The Dutch lawyer, Aernoud Bourdrez, wanted an x-ray that Dunn had received after stuffing a toy car up his ass for a now-infamous scene in Jackass: The Movie. Bourdrez in return would send Dunn a 1989 Mercedes 420 SEC. Unfortunately the car didn’t pass U.S. Customs, so Dunn agreed to take Bourdrez’s DAF 46, which runs as fast in reverse as it does in drive. Bourdrez, a lawyer in the art world, as well as a gallerist and collector, began exhibiting the x-ray as art. Nine years later, he’s selling it.’

 

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Lari Pittman Spiritual and Needy, 1991
‘The complete oeuvre of Lari Pittman, with over four decades of work, includes a playful combination of imagery ranging from typography to pornography, decoration to abstraction, confection to perversion, and light to dark. I was interested in the dark side of Pittman. His work seems so celebratory, happy and pleasing-to-the-eye. Yet in the mix of mirth, there are guns and nooses, blood and feces, tombstones and coffins.’

 

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Chriddof Ass Cat, 2015
‘This is a cat frantically trying to escape from a bald man’s anus. The man seems downright elated about this situation. The smile on his face could be seen as the ecstasy accompanying the gratification of an unspeakably perverse sexual fantasy. Or perhaps the self-aware smirk of a frat boy preemptively reveling in the meme-fame he is anticipating as the result of this stunt performed for the virtual panopticon. Though the intentions of the image’s author remain tantalizingly opaque in regards to the human figure, it is clear the feline co-star’s expression can only be read as one of terrified desperation. As such, if this tableau were to be interpreted as a sexual fantasy, the fetish depicted would be thoroughly sadistic and thoroughly masochistic with equal depravity. And as whatever CGI-animal-rights group would already be incensed at this display of virtual anal cruelty, we as viewers are left only with the hope that the cat had been digitally de-clawed.’

 

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Andrej Dubravsky Various, 2019 – 2020
‘Andrej Dúbravský uses the unforgiving and irreversible alla prima technique on raw canvas to produce his works. Not only the medium he uses but also the objects and subjects of some of his paintings convey atmosphere clouded in smoke, mist, mystery and vague arousal.’

 

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Richard Munaba Let Me Know When You Come, 2014
‘A model lay naked on the floor, his legs suspended in an apparatus evocative of polio braces. The prosthesis, entitled Let Me Know When You Come, presents the wearer’s anus in a manner that I couldn’t help but think would facilitate the most uncomfortable anal sex (for both parties involved) since lube was invented. While trying not to stare into a stranger’s butthole, I imagined all the countless awkward first homoerotic encounters that have occurred in the hallowed halls.’

 

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Tom of Finland Untitled, 1963
graphite on paper

 

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Pierre Yves Clouin Kangaroo, 1998
‘Clouin’s films are autoportraits of his body shot in close range and at strange angles, creating uncanny images to the sound of his physical exertions. In ‘Kangaroo’ (1998), fingers and then a hand emerge through what looks like buttock cheeks but could be knees.’

 

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Jon Lockett Self-Portrait as a Poop (after Christo), 1994

 

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Santiago Sierra Los Penetrados (The Penetrated), 2008
‘The film features a mirrored set with ten geometrically arranged blankets positioned on the floor, on which the various possible combinations of male and female and black and white, engage in anal penetration. The faces of the hired participants are digitally removed, rendering them as dehumanized, modular workers in Sierra’s imposed economy.’

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** michael karo, Well, hello there, Michael! It’s been … years? Great to see you here. I, of course, remember that dinner fondly as well. We’ve never stopped wearing masks indoors in public places here, and it’s just second nature and no sweat, but, yeah, people in the US … yikes. Much love to you too! ** David, Hi. I like going to the beach when it’s very cloudy or at night. I am actually walking over to see the wrapped Arc today. But you’re right that I don’t want to hear an ‘actor’ read my novel. So I’m not that bad all in all. I adored Echo & the Bunnymen back in the day, but only before ‘The Killing Moon’. For some reason whenever I hear any song off that first Tears for Fears album, a crystal clear mental and emotional image of my life in the early 80s takes over. Maybe someone secretly hypnotised me back then and implanted TfF as a trigger or something. Hope you ran and ran and ran. Hope you find an easy chair this weekend. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Yeah, I mostly watched the VMAs so I would know what all those stars’ familiar names referred to. Oh, yesterday’s love was inspired by the VMAs, of course. It was the first time I’d seen, and possibly even heard, Machine Gun Kelly, and I thought he was an insufferable fraud, so the concept of him suffering became briefly appealing, but I’m over it, and now I’m more, like, ‘Dude, whatever, do your thing, who cares.’ Love, who’d been thinking that your yesterday love’s hat was, yes, silly, but also quite charming, seeing in your love’s eyes the moment when he realises that he wore the hat on my love’s behalf, and my love’s eyes becoming moist, G. ** Bill, Hi. Ronald Chase … do I know his stuff? I don’t think so? Curious. I’ll, of course, investigate. Interesting weekend planned? ** Steve Erickson, Until someone here mentioned Laura Beth Noble the other day, I hadn’t heard a peep about her in years. I have no idea. Gosh, I hope she’s doing great. I saw Math briefly a few years ago in SF after a reading Eileen Myles and I gave there. She has transitioned, and I don’t what their preferred pronouns are. It was a short encounter but they looked and seemed like a completely different person. But if I’d spent more time with them, maybe I wouldn’t have thought that. I’ll read your new pieces. Everyone, Steve has two reviews for you this weekend. (1) his review of the new album by the wonderful Moor Mother, and (2) his review of the new documentary ‘The Most Beautiful Boy in the World’ about Bjorn Andersen’s post-Tadzio life. Huh, interesting. I haven’t watched that von Praunheim in ages. You make me want to. Excellent. ** Misanthrope, Hi. Oh, yeah, that was a fun night. I remember that. So, no word at all on LBN’s current goings on? Oops, you may’ve just busted yourself if Tosh is reading. Yeah, don’t be a robot. Except maybe for Halloween. I’ll jinx myself by hoping that I have a nice weekend too, which maybe cancels out your self-jinx? ** Andrew, Hi, Andrew! Days are very fluid here. Cool that you’ve been peeking in here. Taciturn is a nice word. It deserves a comeback. Unless it has come back, and I just don’t know that because I’m over here in the French speaking boonies. Oh, yeah, I saw the announcement of that event on FB. Great! Obviously wish I could teleport there. Speaking of, Paul K will be in Paris between now and then for several days, so I’ll get to meet the mysterious and great fella. Stuff’s good here, working madly on some cool projects and trying to get through my novel’s release stuff. And you? Tons of occupations, I’m imagining? Have a lovely weekend, sir. ** Jeff J, Good. That you liked it. No, my local store hasn’t had the new Joy Williams in stock yet, but I’m walking down there to check again today since I’m almost literally dying to read it, obviously. I read Justin’s piece on the novel. I haven’t read the NYT piece, but an awful review of Joy Williams is not something I think I can abide, so I’ll skip it. Next week + Zoom = groovy. I’ll with you confer elsewhere and set the date. ** Right. This weekend’s post is as self-explanatory as posts get. See you on Monday.

Math T presents … Captain Caption: A Day for Donny Miller *

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In March 2006, I meet Patrick O’Dell and his then-girlfriend in line for a Morrissey concert in Oklahoma City. Like me, they both live in New York City, Patrick in the Lower East Side.

Patrick: ‘I want to take your picture. Also, everyone else’s.’

Math: ‘I am out of my head with want for your bikechain-thin, Scandinavian, Grove-Press-interning girlfriend.’

I return to Brooklyn with a mystic list that has mostly little to do with Patrick and whatever her name was

but when I get back, I start taking the F to 2 Ave, Patrick’s stop. I wander the LES for hours at a time. For a living, I write term papers and college admissions essays. I have little sense of purpose, but an incredible amount of free time.

Lower East:

Around Halloween, renovations begin on a café on the southeast corner of Houston and Allen. It sits under a billboard on which American Apparel has some really long-ass lease.

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In October I start to draw. I’m not yet obsessed with titles, but will be soon.

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In November a sign reading ‘Live Animal’ appears in the dusty café window. I don’t take a picture of it.

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On December 12 I get hired on-the-spot at this American Apparel location, about 4 doors down from the café, which gets christened ‘Sugar’ and opens on my second day of work. It has cute employees and bland, expensive food. I work nonstop, the Christmas retail thing, til I fly to the west coast around December 22 for a long-planned trip.

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In the song ‘The Killing Moon’ by Echo + the Bunnymen, the chorus begins, ‘Fate up against your will, through the thick and thin.’ While Echo+tB are not really one of my favorite bands [sorry D], that lyric is the best metaphor I have for describing how, ideally, I want a title to function. The fate is the title, and the will is the work it names. Ontologically the work and title are equal, and they are balanced against each other.

A work’s ideal title is, of course, not its fate, but it is like its fate. The title is ‘up against’ the work because it illuminates something not fully present in the work alone. The work resists this illumination- coyly, forcefully, winkingly, whatever- but it resists it, by nature, because it cannot fully include it.

The title is also ‘up against’ the work the way I’m up against my apartment door when I decide I want to hear my boyfriend fuck others; when I lean on the plywood, cupping my hand around my ear. The title is propped up against the work like I am propped up against the door. The title tries always to hear what is on the other side of the work. The title knows only the future, but trying to make itself relevant in the present, it gets a major hard-on.

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In San Francisco around New Year’s, I hit my alltime fave museum, SFMOMA, and find a book in the gift shop called Beautiful People with Beautiful Feelings. It’s by an L.A. artist named Donny Miller, whose work I’ve never seen [it wasn’t/isn’t in SFMOMA outside the gift shop].

I’d call Donny basically a sloganist in the vein of Barbara Kruger. He also reminds me, to a degree, of Raymond Pettibon, Jenny Holzer, and Patrick O’Dell. His work is not as good as that of any of the artists I just named or am about to name, but I think it could be one day. Anyway, Donny’s work is not precisely ‘titled’, but the majority of his pieces consist of an image and a set of words. Art like this is important to me because I spend so much emotional, intellectual and sexual energy on thinking up titles. [Half the time when I am jerking off, I am trying to think up titles.] Donny’s works are really deliberately and literally worded. This is super meaningful for me because so many of my favorite visual artists were really lazy titlists. Mapplethorpe used mostly basic names of subjects, Warhol the same. Lichtenstein and Oldenberg [from whom Donny draws visually], same shit. Haring, almost all untitled, which I get frustrated trying to reconcile.

Donny Miller:

My closest referent for Donny’s style is magazine advertising from the 1950s forward. I guess that’s kind of a big duh. As I mentioned before, gallery-pop-art is another obvious part of its context, as is clip art.

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So, I finish my holiday vacation in California; I come back to work. Surprise! Not only do we now sell Beautiful People with Beautiful Feelings at my American Apparel location, but while I’ve been away, Donny has come to the store for a reading and signing. Jeez, what are the chances? I talk to one of our many managers about it. ‘He’s an asshole,’ she tells me. ‘He was an asshole?’ I ask. ‘He IS an asshole. Just look at his book. It basically says women are really superficial and vapid.’ To my eye, the men in Donny’s book have approximately the same shortcomings, but she might have a point in the sorts of 50s-60s ad/clip-art images upon which Donny draws. The women do look kinda frivolous, I guess. Anyway, me and the manager never get to have a real conversation about the potential merits or problems of the book, but she tells me one detail which makes me blink forty-five times: ‘You know he built all the tables over at Sugar, right? He was there for months. He put up this sign that said LIVE ANIMAL.’

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Here are some of my more Donny-ish titles. I made some of them before I encountered his work, and some after.


It Was Beautiful I’m Done with It


We Had a Deal


Paper Is My Favorite Invention


What Else Would You Do


I Offend You Just By Being Myself


I Like All Kinds of Music


Fuck Me Like We’re from that Other City

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Donny Miller’s website is donnymiller.com. He has a blog there. You can buy Beautiful People with Beautiful Feelings for $5-15 from from Amazon.com. It’s got 126 discrete works and 144 pages. Donny’s bio from the bookflap is, ‘Donny Miller is an artist who has been exhibited internationally and an art director who has designed many well-known logos and advertising campaigns. In addition to directing commercials and music videos, he also has a pet rabbit. He lives in Los Angeles, California.’

If you look around the internet you can also find a skateboard and a calendar with graphics from Beautiful People with Beautiful Feelings.

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Download The Killing Moon.
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p.s. Hey. ** David, Hi. Thank you. There’s an audio book of ‘I Wished’ but after hearing a sample of the guy reading it the last thing in the world I want to do is listen to it. First class, nice. I’ll go check your youtube. I used to quite like Orbital. Welcome home to the big L. ** Dominik, Hi!!!! The VMAs weren’t really depressing. It varied between being interesting and tedious. MTV has always pushed the shiniest, most vapid musical version of whatever’s trending, it’s just that what’s trending these days seems inordinately bland. Colorless, well-meaning pop/rap and the occasional gussied-up retro rock. If I had to pick the worst, I’d say Doja Cat and Twenty One Pilots, but there were a bunch of dreary acts/songs. I did manage to get new frames, but they don’t make the frames I had anymore, and my new ones are kind of ugly, urgh. But yeah. Yum = your anti-stomach ache love. This is kind of terrible but … Love hiring some thugs to corner Machine Gun Kelly somewhere and humiliate him until he cries like a baby, G. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, B. Yes, may your library be your surroundings again post-haste. ** David Ehrenstein, Yes, she is! And yes, and yes again. ** T, Drama club kids, right, that makes total sense. When I was growing up the Drama club kids always ended up getting summer jobs at Disneyland, which is not entirely an oppositional thing. I’ll offer my encouragement to you to redraft that piece if you can, seeing how the subject matter is my thang. Yes, Zac’s and my new film is about a family who turns their house into a home haunt, and my more immediate project is a video-game-like, 3D modelled walkthrough haunted house that my collaborators and I are premiering here in the big P in October. A subject close to my heart, let’s say. Ah, hope you like ‘IW’. I have working glasses, and they’re kind of ugly, but they work. I hope your today proves to be a key component in your future memories. xo. ** Steve Erickson, Hi. I assume its current audience is the latest generation of its eternally mainstream with a slight edge loving audiences. Well, I’ll go find out what you’re listening to, won’t I? Everyone, Steve has made a Spotify playlist of recent music he’s into. ‘While it runs across genres, all the music has a floating, dreamlike quality,’ he says. And here it is. Oops, sorry to hear about the insurance mislead. Thank you very much for reading and keying so well into ‘I Wished’. I really appreciate it. ** Lynne Tillman, Lynne! I lured you into my humble abode! Wow, has it been that long since I saw you? This Covid thing has really messed up time. I miss you! I await your next Paris trip with the veritable bated breath, and hopefully there’ll be a reason for me to get to New York where I can hopefully see you before too long. Tons of love and respect, maestro! ** Bill, Hi. Oh, that’s very sad news about Lew Ellingham. I hadn’t heard that. I met him a few times through Kevin K, and he was a real sweetheart. Ugh, ugh. I hope your day is an extra-fine one. ** Okay. I’ve retrieved this very old and charming post made by the long lost d.l. Math T from the dead zone. I hope it works its charms on you. See you tomorrow.

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