Author Archives: brandonjoyce
Rarity and Plenitude: Rancière/Sadmalls/Love/Secret Culture.
“A morning without coffee is like something without something else” —Spencer’s Gifts.
New, Better Banalities. Occupy Wall Street.
. . I drove back to New York from North Carolina on my birthday weekend to stand with a sign in Zucotti Park. Its symbolic power-of-place alone was enough to get me there and over any aesthetic or philosophical misgivings I might have with Leftist trope, which was definitely laid on pretty thick. But, hey, [...]
Blue Diabolism
Where to find me. Duke University. Book-hitting. Engaged in the dialectic. Ah.
VASST, Kant, Hypnosis, and Principled Didacticism.
Secrets
Here is a Living Room Session, by Kelly Binder and myself, entitled: “Secrets“
Down on the Bikini Line
Philosophical Research Group: “On Cellphones.”
Brandon Joyce writes: I have long hungered after a Philosophical Research Group on Cellphones… and for obvious reasons: that topic is dripping rich; almost too rich for a single session. But, finally— whew— we made the attempt in my new Brooklyn homebase, with hot chocolate and some deliciously effective Nescafé Clásico; stoking our fires literally [...]
Video Dreams. Kisses. Desert Delirium.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_mBOavXTqw
Where am I?
New post on Artblog. Los Angeles: A Community of the Living and the Dead.
Brandon Joyce, Wedding Photographer
The Wedding of Annelies Brock & John Richard Winborne IV Click Here
Mutant Pop and the Living Image: August 20th, Malmö, Sweden.
JOE GRILLO SOLO EXHIBITION MUTANT POP GROUP EXHIBITION curated by DEARRAINDROP and BRANDON JOYCE AUGUST 20 – SEPTEMBER 20, 2010 OPENING FRIDAY AUGUST 20, 6-9 pm, Malmo, Sweden. Pedro Bell Brian Belott Mat Brinkman Jes Brinch Melissa Brown Larry Carlson Brian Chippendale Andy Coolquitt Joachim Cossais Sally Cruikshank Christian Cummings Ronnie Cutrone Dearraindrop Trenton Doyle-Hancock [...]
Nomad Monads
May 31st. Graham Kolbeins and I walked the entire length of Santa Monica Boulevard in total silence, from sunset to sunrise, lapsing neither into introspection nor conversation, but together staying in a mode of speechless, vigilant perception. This inaugurates a new era for nightwalking in Los Angeles.
Ut translatio Natura: the Museum of Jurassic Technology
Eschew Obfuscation: http://theartblog.org/2010/04/the-sublime-ministry-of-the-museum-of-jurassic-technology/
Footnotes.
1. The Museum of Jurassic Technology. Ut translatio Natura. 2. Clifton’s Cafeteria. Lynchian downtown oasis with questionable cuisine yet enveloping phantasmagoria. Author’s new office. See also: Coleman’s Nursery. 3. Chicha, an alcohol made from fermented corn, popular in Andean regions.
A rhapsode, at home in the Seven Cities.
I’ve grown fond lately of learning verse by heart. More often verse of a certain turn: that of the ecstatic. To chew up lines in your head, whisper them to yourself at night with your eyes closed, wildly mishandle their meanings— this is a true pleasure. Any poetic mood can be rewarding. Exacting bitterness, clean [...]
The New Weird
A dirge from the Lawrence Welk Show. The Lawrence Welk Show is the favorite television program of both myself and my grandmother, but for completely different reasons. What we have here is a case of a single style, embraced by two widely divergent sensibilities. One set of elements apprehended from opposite ends.
Unique Concepts
I am proud to present Unique Concepts Home on the Web Click Here
The Dialects of Experience: on Drugs and Madness.
August, 2009. Shawn Kornhauser and I tried our hand at touring, roughly based on the musical model. I lectured. He showed a short film. We followed the tour through the South— Virginia, North Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Tennesse, and back to Philadelphia, testing the waters in various venues.
I in flight; the Institute, in phase change.
Yesterday was Halloween, with sheets of rain. Halloween: what an apt night for the Philadelphia Institute for Advanced Study to shed its earthly coil; leaving behind the bulk of its brick and mortar and planks and drywall. I sat for a while, in my office— my Studium— for the last evening ever, pondering a plaster [...]
Hyperion.
“Si les vers ont esté l’abus de ma jeunesse, les vers seront aussi l’appuy de ma vieillesse. S’ils furent ma folie, ils seront ma raison.” “If poetry has been the abuse of my youth, it will be the support of my old age. If it was my folly, it will be my reason.”— Joachim Du [...]