On half a decade at a certain mail art platform (02/10 – 04/15) I look back with mixed feelings. Having been very “active” during that time didn’t generate only friendly attitudes concerning my person. As in all communities some nasty things happened too sometimes. What astonished me most had been the absolute reluctance of most of my fellow members to “show” their faces. It’s weird, as if you were in another Dr. Mabuse novel! One never knows whether the communicating counterpart is “real” or not. I found that always the strangest part of it all. But that’s “history” now so to speak. There had been a few highlights, I admit, and I intend blogging them here one after the other. I start with an interactive event that happened in the summer of 2011. Being an admirer of the late Dieter Roth (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dieter_Roth), a Swiss-German artist, I had read about his first US solo exhibition in 1970 (https://theartstack.com/artist/dieter-roth/staple-cheese-race), (http://www.pacificstandardtalk.com/explore/2011/11/perceptual-conceptual-echoes-of-eugenia-butler-2/), and I thought you could do that, or better, something similar, of course! So I picked out one of my platform friends who I thought would be able to handle IT – and how he was! What I sent out to him on June 3rd, 2011 was this:
Reincarnated from Erni Bär, Germany–Dieter Roth: My life as Camenbert (the Fragrant Period)
Posted by Bifidus Jones on June 16, 2011 at 6:30pm
In an effort to honor the late Dieter Roth, whose opening exhibit in the U.S. consisted of nearly 40suitcases of rotting cheese, Erni sent me Camembert which arrived the other day. The post office shrouded it in plastic due to the stench, I imagine. I invited friends and family to the grand opening.
Then it was time to assemble the exhibit with the help of an audience member:
Due to the rainy weather, or perhaps cowardliness, only two people showed up for the opening reception:
I am hopeful however, and have left the binoculars case and cheese on the table outside my house near the public sidewalk. I plan to take photographs regularly to document the decomposition of the exhibit or until city officials hand me a citation to clear it away. Lincoln Avenue may never be the same. Flies are already using the cheese as a breeding ground…
So much for Bifidud Jones’s original blog that can still be seen on www under: http://iuoma-network.ning.com/profiles/blogs/reincarnated-from-erni-baer
But I don’t trust that platform’s administration anymore having my reasons. Check out how many viewers and comments there have been until present, but all my writing has been deleted when I left the platform some weeks ago. There were many more nice shots Bifidus had made and inserted. Here they are in chronological order until the burial of the camenbert pieces on July 5th:
Comment by Bifidus Jones on June 20, 2011 at 2:35pm
The Staple Cheese Exhibit is visited by local airport employee:
who found my cat interesting too.
Comment by Bifidus Jones on June 22, 2011 at 4:14pm
Today’s Staple Cheese after the heavy rain:
If some scientists want to prove the concept of time, all they have to do is follow this blog. And I think there are larger (dare I say poetic, de villo?) themes at play: decay, love, and other natural events. The neighbor across the street finally stopped over this morning, wanting to know what the sour smell was floating toward his porch. “Reminds me of my childhood,” was all he would say.
Comment by Bifidus Jones on June 27, 2011 at 2:19pm
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Let us go and make our visit.
From the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot
Comment by Bifidus Jones on June 30, 2011 at 2:08am
Maggots make their debut in the Dieter Roth Staple Cheese Exhibit:
they are the same color and texture of the cheese–how poetic is that?!–but if you look closely you cansee them in the center of the photo. Diane Keys’ [late] entry–one can o’ cheese spray and one bag o’ crap:
My niece from Singapore bravely looked on, and by the tears in her eyes I could see how overwhelmed with pride she was and I think she has come to appreciate what a unique asset I am to the family.
Comment by Bifidus Jones on July 5, 2011 at 9:06pm
Due to the volatile nature of Erni’s mail art, closing ceremonies were held today for the Dieter Roth Staple Cheese Exhibit:
The Staple Cheese was buried today in my garden beneath the Korean Spice bush. Maybe I’ll dig it up a year from now to see what it looks like. Here is a final list of signatures belonging to the beings brave and curious enough to enlighten themselves by stopping by the exhibit:
Thank you Herr Erni for this fantastic, mind-blowing opportunity. I’ll close now with some words by the late, great Dieter Roth:
“I’m not going to let anybody tell me not to be unmoral. Why shouldn’t we be pigs? Why shouldn’t I experience the fall? Why shouldn’t I be allowed to express it, why shouldn’t I be silly? It’s all in the context of so-called art so it doesn’t hurt anybody.”