Someone told me recently that they were interested in the death of Culture. I did not know what they meant. I still don’t actually. But today I ran across this while reading an essay in the book, Camp Grounds, Style and Homosexuality:
“The Frankfurt School argued that all cultural forms in an era of bourgeois dominance are inauthentic, artifacts of false consciousness, the anithesis of genuine expressions of individuality and freedom. In his examination of popular music, Theodor Adorno claimed that its repetitious phrases and rhythms are essentially the same as the rhythms of the modern factory, so that pleasure in the former secures one’s complicity in the latter. The only way to resist such social control is by introducing the negative through forms of critical thought (and critical expressions of art) that oppose the ideologically dominant forms of popular thought and cultural experience. These negations must deny the essentially affirmative nature of culture and must critique the form and structure of bourgeois culture as well as its content.” —Matias Viegener

I have been aware of an upcoming transition for a couple of months now. In light of A’s inevitable departure (she must go out to seek her Fortune!) there is an incredibly exciting opportunity to make some carefully considered changes in the way my life is structured.
It’s starting to take shape. Pieces falling into place and all that…
I do not want to commit details to writing, not quite yet, although my commitment is very real. I just need to communicate directly with my landlord first, and there is still time.
I can say that this new year has seen an increases in my self-advocacy, and that I am allowing myself to choose what kind of work I really want to focus on, and let go of that which doesn’t make me soar inside.
Sunday market booth this year! Yay!

I haven’t spent much time looking through tumblr sites, not til last night anyway. Then Mark sent me a link to OneStonedCrow.
Now, you know that if’n I was going to be a collector of anything (excepting yarn and fabric) it would be richly illustrated children’s books. I had a small collection, but I think much of it perished in the fire. I don’t know; I have never been big on keeping inventories.
There is one book that I have been straining to remember for several years now; a book that was given to my brother sometime in the 70′s, one that really got into my head. Only visually I guess, ’cause I never could recall the name of the book or who the illustrator was.
It was there on that site, buried in the archives.
The book is called ‘Ratsmagic’ illustrated by Wayne Anderson.

Here is a link to all the pictures from the book.

I guess maybe I will work on knitting that fairy house today.