DNA Spells Art

DNADNA has become fully integrated into popular culture now, and pretty much everybody has at least a rough idea of what it is. One of the great benefits of this is that it becomes possible to write a research report without having to spend a lot of time explaining what you’re talking about. Another great benefit is that DNA has entered the consciousness of artists and we’re getting a lot of great art.

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I Am dead

SkinIn 2004, I became a word in a story by Shelley Jackson, called Skin. This story was being published on a canvas of human bodies, with each person having one word tattooed on them. The story itself will never be publicly published elsewhere, so if you want to read it you’ll have to get all 2,095 people together. And try to figure out what order they go in.

I am thrilled to be a part of this. Perception and symbolism are things that I’ve always been fascinated with, and this work toys with those things on so many levels that it’s irresistible.

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I Love You, Steve

Steve MartinA long time ago, Harpeau Crapaud, KLD asked me if I had any heroes or idols. It was a difficult question to answer, because there really isn’t anyone that fits that bill. I lamely came up with Chuck Barris on the grounds that I admire his ability to take severe emotional dysfunction and turn it into a positive force. In hindsight, I know what I should have answered.

Steve Martin is a Discordian Saint, and I love him. There. I said it. I will no longer be shamed by my Steve love.

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The Golden Apple

[Originally published on Cfn 39, 3172]


The Golden Apple SoundtrackFor anyone who believes that the frequent appearance of Eris in popular entertainment is a recent phenomenon, I present to you the fact that in 1954 there was a hit Broadway play of an unmistakeably Discordian nature.

In those ancient days (the ’50s, I mean), times were very different. Men were men, women were women, and golden apples were golden apples. People spoke from the heart and told it like it really was. So when slightly effeminate men reinterpreted the myth of the golden apple for Broadway, they didn’t feel the need to snub Eris again by leaving her out of the story. Unlike some entertainment megacorporations I could mention.

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