Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Quote of the Day


"For his current exhibition is an exhibition of still lifes. It is an ensemble -- drawings, photos, but especially sculptures -- of gigantic squashes, of moulded bronze colocynths that one would describe as drawn from the 'antivegital vegetation' (in other words, reinvented, revived, produced and, in short, thought of vegetation) that Malraux depicts in his description of Picasso's atelier... And if there is a conviction that has never left him, in the thirty years that I have observed and commented on his work, it is that art exists, not to repeat the world, but to recreate it--the soul of the gods, decidedly, inhabits, not the plants, but the artist."

-- Bernard-Henri Lévy, taking the cliché of the pretentious French pseudo-intellectual to heretofore unreached heights in the Huffington Post

Really, just for a laugh, I dare you to read this thing and not imagine that it's a Monty Python gag.

Pompous little twat.

16 comments:

ntx said...

Ah, mon Bernard-Henri, you had me at "colocynths."

Christine said...

Dear god in heaven. And people wonder why my father goes into apoplexy over things like this... it's like the art world is trying so damn hard to be elitist when the majority of people just want something pretty to look at above their couch or mantle.

Don't try to fabricate depth where none exists.

Chez said...

Just imagine what Bernard would have to say about your dad. Or you for that matter.

ntx said...

But, consider if you will, the possibility that the couch not a couch in the pedestrian sense, but rather an anchor for the aesthetic -- albeit unforeseen -- of the artist whose work hangs above it. For if the artist can anticipate that some couch (but not a particular couch) will be below the work, we must then contemplate the artistic choices not made. Is the work a commentary on domesticity? Does it refer to "couchness" in general? Or does it yearn for an idealized version of a couch, through which it might achieve true realization of its aesthetic? Of sofas, davenports, and divans, of course, we will say nothing.

Anonymous said...

Look at all the fucking commas!!!

That's as deep as I can get about Levy.

Anonymous said...

it might be better in French. as a friend of mine in France would say: "perhaps he can't deal with the intricacies of a real language (English)."

i do love me d'affinois though.

John Foley said...

This is the same guy who defends Roman Polanski every chance he gets. In short, zero credibility.

Harvey Jerkwater said...

Lemme see if I can translate the passage:

"The exhibition is made up of drawings, photos, and sculptures of things that resemble vegetables, but are more appropriately called Martin's imaginative recreation of vegetables. Martin believes that artists should interpret the world, rather than just copy it."

There ya go, Bernie-Hank. Clear communication. Was that so goddamn hard?

Con.

Anonymous said...

Why is it that I read this and then feel a need to take a shower in Garth Brooks' lyrics of "I Got Friends in Low Places?"
Maybe the two will counteract one another and produce a palpable atelier. Whateverthefuck that is.

Anonymous said...

LMAO. Okay. I read the whole article - and as much as I love your writing, Chez, you hardly scratched the surface of the comedy. This Levy guy is hilarious (and not just because he loves commas more than his momma).
I also love it when people call themselves philosophers. Having a degree myself in such a vaguely useful area, I can say that hanging out one's shingle with such a claim is nothing short of meaningless.
Are those coconuts I hear? Yes, I fart in his general direction.

Anonymous said...

Best comment by LittleLadyWolf on HuffPo.

"What day is day, night night, and time is time, were nothing but to waste night, day, and time;
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief:
Your magniloquent article is the very soul of tediousness."

Anonymous said...

he looks like the fonz at 50 (unlike henry winkler).

farewell, mr c.

Busayo said...

That's one of the most roundabout ways of describing an exhibit about vegetables.

Mary said...

You really should not call him a twat... he does not qualify as one as he lacks the requisite taste, warmth and depth.

becky said...

i wonder how this dude feels about Jackass 3D premiering at the MOMA

Chez said...

That's a great idea. Let's strap him down and make him watch somebody get pissed on from the point of view of the penis or have a dildo fired into his face in 3D. Welcome to American art, asshole.