Steve McQueen plays records at home, 1963. Photo by John Dominis.
Seedbed is a performance piece first performed by Vito Acconci (January 15–29, 1971). In Seedbed Acconci lay hidden underneath a gallery-wide ramp installed at the Sonnabend Gallery, masturbating while vocalizing into a loudspeaker his fantasies about the visitors walking above him on the ramp. One motivation behind Seedbed was to involve the public in the work’s production by creating a situation of reciprocal interchange between artist and viewer.
In 2008, in an interview with Brian Sherwin for Myartspace, Vito discussed Seedbed at length. Vito discussed the title Seedbed and the connection it had to the performance, stating, “I knew what my goal had to be: I had to produce seed, the space I was in should become a bed of seed, a field of seed – in order to produce seed, I had to masturbate – in order to masturbate, I had to excite myself.”
aw man now I just wanna be a masturbation terrorist with the street artist name WALKING FEMALE ORGASM NIGHTMARE QUEEN or something
Omg you just redeemed this piece
I think Marina Abramovic restaged this in Seven Easy Pieces and it was WALKING FEMALE ORGASM NIGHTMARE QUEEN already
This is everything, especially because he is designing a garden in Greenpoint and they must have no idea.
Yuri Kochiyama and Richard Aoki, Japanese-American members of the Black Panther Party.
Summer’s coming and I’m excited!
David Geffen by Sonic Youth
Other than the Mike Kelly cover on one record, this is the only thing I have ever found interesting about Sonic Youth.
“emo-aggressive” is important.
the other day one of the people with whom i share an ex was telling me about how he would talk about his past substance abuse issues and i was like, oh, yeah, he totally used to use that to get girls and, also, to take over every conversation. another person, with whom i share a different ex, was like “all the crying.” all the crying.
so here is the book: you can go back to the 50s and talk about men not sharing their emotions with anyone except for their wives, blah blah, then talk about the 60s with, like, the esalen and t-group dudes sharing, sharing, sharing, and the new left men who tried to distance themselves from those dudes all the while following c. stuart mills’s “the personal is political” and thinking black culture was more authentic because it was more feeling even as they criticized feminist groups that did CR. then you can trace the 80s and 90s and, i don’t know, donahue and alan alda and the rise of indie bands or something. then you can get to now and men patting themselves on the back for being so in touch with their emotions while actually (as always) using them in a really patriarchal and oppressive way to drown out women’s feelings or insist on taking up more space or add to women’s affective labor or as a trick to actually avoid doing things or insist that women aren’t being vulnerable enough without any sense of the different stakes.
insidious sexism works better. plundering resources.
find a few recent movies and novels and interview some couples therapists and at least you’ve got a nyt styles story. you’re welcome.
Until corrected, I’m gonna qualify the above as white straight men and white straight women bec who else has the time for all this? RICE IN THE RADIATOR.