I've been ejected from the golf course management degree (even though I never hit a golf ball). It wasn't only the constant fear of being hit by a ball, it was all the fertilizer I inhaled from the greens. I'm now studying 'Pataphysics, the science of the particular, the science of 'laws governing exceptions'. I've swapped golf holes (green holes) for Black holes.
Tuesday, 19 June 2012
Tiny Toilet Mouthpiece
I’d planned to make a miniature toilet (it
was before I’d heard of Duchamp); a toilet designed for lips rather than
buttocks: a toilet mouthpiece; a toilet you could blow into with blown-out
cheeks. In other words, a toilet like all other toilets, if you swapped
buttocks for lips. Cracks are usually pressed onto toilets, but I’d planned to
insert my miniature toilet-mouthpiece, sideways, into a crack in a rocky outcrop.
Blown into, the toilet would inflate the small outcrop - blow it up - into a
big crag, a cliff, even.
Sir Cliff once played Heathcliff, in
Wuthering Heights. Here’s Cliff - Caspar David Friedrich style – on top of
a cliff. But is it true, that Cliff has no need for even the tiniest of toilets?
Does Cliff really wear a bag?