So among the suite of Elastic Sidewalk Creative new events is the Renaissance'd Elizabeatin. I'm looking for a fair venue with a name in the realm of Shakespearean language.
I've also established a new initiative NON- basically to garner all extreme, theoretical and speculative writing - following in the vein of Francois Laruelle's project. The innovation I work is that the blog will be redirected to its URL which is non.xxx - domain is bought. My intuition is that traffic metrics will go off as index to porn pinging sites. I've also heard said that short urls are some form of godsend for geeks. That domain is so shortdick that not even bit.ly could bobbit it that much shorter.
Non- is an indulgence in some media sense. Fine literature and visual work yet on a porn domain and with accompanying traffic. I guess I have to be wary for the porn sector not giving a shit and trolling maybe - and incredible pop up ads and the whole palaver that goes with it. It's ambitious though this innovation. And who said xxx is nothing but a wave of hot kisses?
Obviously leading to boudoir and research! Leading me to another web ding. I am considering redirecting my poetry blog ARP. Now ARP on google is no way jose am I going to be on page 1. But I'm a poet and Jean Hans Arp has worlds over me! I looked for arp domains to purchase and the last one available on Crazy Domains was arp.sx
That .sx domain Sint Maarten - new Dutch partitioned territory in the Caribbean. I feel so Cayman Islands bankerish! AND I'm on a disability pension and still waiting for payday sometimes. Good old Sam Beckett would understand.
So I'm an overweight morose verbose multidisciplinary individual - or have become that, - because I was told: you're basically unemployable. I sleep at my desk and think I can do better than any boss at even their specialty! ...
Well, I never claim I'm a genius - but I've met plenty of people who make that self-claim. It's a grandiose flighty term - even if someone else makes that claim on you. As Warner Wolf from Pulp Fiction says - let's stop sucking each other's cocks - as Travolta and Jackson congratulate themselves. If it's only you doing the self-congratulating - then you got it as big as Ron Jeremy who could autofellate. A special type of wanker - bespoke! Takes one to know one. I am trying to change my ways though.
Now - I am all for collectivizing and recognising brilliance in others and not myself as first gambit. Those collaborations are not with the institution or arch. It's with those on the street. Workers and desolate boarding house drifters - who coulda been contenders. I'm so willing to spend time with them because they're fresh and unknown - like a chance kiwi fruit arrive cold in your hand from William Carlos William's host's freezerbox's container's foreground's spotlight upon opening. Poetry, brain health, and making a buck so I can live with my loves.