I have ended an arduous journey.A self-imposed exile of confinement and immersion in Lawrence-Moon-bardet-Biedl syndrome and the subcategorisation of pseudoxanthoma elasticum.Like a well known American ‘performer’ starving himself in a box above the Thames for 6 weeks ,2 fairly obvious facts are particulerly pertinent.
1) to experience elation one must truly know misery
2) Like David Blaine a period of isolation has deprived me of my ability to count.
3) British cynicism is a very ugly thing and I am not proud of it.
4)Paul McCartney shoud do something more useful with his time.(he was heard one night underBlaine’s box hurling abuse into the night air)
If u wanna know what i think i respect David Blaine for doing what he does and all these tosspots saying its insulting to millions of starving people in Somali should:
1) save the eggs and send some fucking money to Somalia
2) realise that starvation at their own doorstep makes them uncomfortable.
3) be a little less hypocritical and stop throwing the mantle of working class reverse snobbery in making you feel bad for doing something in your own self interest if u can afford to
Geez the guy has clearly lost weight and can barely stand and has been under surveillance for 6 weeks and some fucks think he’s hiding some food somewhere…tell me…WHERE?
there is an english determination (albeit refreshing in small doses) to deny respect for anything done as an exhibition…because the english have historically been insecure about themselves collectively and they cant cope with showmanship which is characteristic of all things american.
I dont believe exhibitionism is necessarily something to be sneered at and like any performance art i would give him respect for carrying out what he said he would do and if we wanted to watch we were welcome 2.
at the end of it all he says:
” a sense of humour is a precious thing because at the end of the day,and in the face of madness,all we can really ever do to stave off hostility is laugh in its face.”
sometimes its all we have when faced with our own powerlessness.
might not work in brixton,though ,where a magnum might work better and i dont mean the one you put in your mouth (unless youre kurt cobain)
but I think I get his point
6 weeks in london must have rubbed off on him