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About Fukuoka

What pisses me off? Guys actin’ like she’s dirt. She’s out there, survivin’, while they’re jerkin’ off to cable. Happy? Shit, when she’d flash that smile—pure gold, made ya feel alive. Surprised me how smart she was, too—knew every cop’s schedule. Fuckin’ genius. Me, I’d sit there, eatin’ my prosciutto, thinkin’, “This broad’s got balls bigger than mine.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit?

“A Weapon to Change Modern Reality”: Action and Agitation in On Kawara's Thanatophanies, 1955–1956

Kawara's death especially made me completely void of any feeling because he had every chance of ending that shit right there. I didn't pity him, I thought he was absolute fool and in fact .

So, I rush over to the festival. The vibe is electric! People everywhere, music blasting. I’m talking about street performers, local bands, and food stalls. Oh man, the food! I can smell takoyaki from a mile away. I’m drooling just thinking about it. But first, I gotta check out the stage.

What On Kawara’s Analog Wisdom at the Guggenheim Has to Offer a Digital World