Stuck in Halifax. Reading: WHY US and wondering, frighteningly so... one more tiny little genetic, evolutionary accident and I could have been an 'ape' or a 'chicken, in a little cage obliviously waiting to be sucked alive up into the de-feathering machine '. As it is, I am a 'Rhetoric' and that is bad enough. I was born a Rhetoric.
I simply have to accept... I am a Rhetoric. I did not always know I was a Rhetoric. I thought I was unique and art was the most fascinating raison d'etre. So I have been spending my life creating images and constructing textual ideologies to challenge destructive social constructs.
I built myself a military tank, loaded with metaphors, as the ammunition and rumbled across the cities of Canada. The metaphors were: large cock in vagina; children playing sex games; a family of rats watching garbage on TV; a black super hero in a large wind blowing red cape and having no brain; a horny muscled sports jock with his sexy cheer leader girl wrapped in his arm with a brain-like looking football in his hand; a game board with body parts; an assembly line of grey figures disappearing into a vacuum pack machine; a Holstein cow sitting on a park bench with her utters shamefully hanging low and very public. My response to the 30,000 visitor's question, ("What does it all mean") was "The story of life from conception to the cow". It always got a laugh., as did I in the telling.
“MAGICAL MYSTERY TANK”
1978 I designed and built the Ped-l-on to solve the world energy crises and obesity…
I rented a horse and fantasised myself a Don Quixote Cowboy from Shangri-La
A pen and a comments book
Messages of love
From mom, dad, sister, uncles, cousins
I wrote a message to his family
About the connectedness of all life
And thanked them for the invitation
And headed on down the line
I am the drunk, the beggar, the prostitute,
I am the thief, the cripple, the soldier, the dreamer
Standing at the door
I parked down town in that next town
The dirty side of town
In front of a door shadowed from above
By a Christian salvation sign
A drunk was cursing to the high heavens
‘I’m gonna kill em, I‘m gonna kill em!”
A pale young blond girl sidled on by
With a gait as on a fashion runway
Flaunting her wares to the wanton
A young man with a worn out face
A hunch back, begging eyes
An unlit cigarette hanging between his fingers
Paced packed with insane agitation
Back and forth in front of God’s door.
A tired old woman came to me
Curiously with two cooked lobsters $40 dollars
And walked off ghostly into salvation’s shadow
The pale young blond asked me for a cigarette
I did not have… she wanted some money time with me
A tattooed man stood aimlessly at the door
Watching the tipsy drunk trying to tie his shoe
As a woman with a droopy smiling face held him in place
Another woman with one leg hobbled along on crutches
And talked with friends in hopeful gestures
`How ya doing girl?” another voice called out to her
I watched it all, I had seen before in other towns
I wrote emails to my friends
talked about the collective unconscious
And the connectedness of us all
I am the drunk, the beggar, the prostitute,
I am the thief, the cripple, the soldier, the dreamer
Standing at the door
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I wrote a 1000 page book about it all… The Book Of Monad. I cursed, I scribbled fuck language, I smashed my chainsaw into the earth and wrote songs and made movies about my bad habits, the bad men, politicians, church and state and corporations in life.
And I gave it to the public… no holds barred!
“Artist Rod Malay stands inside Galleria Unplugged, 2166 Gottingen St. Halifax where his exhibit, As A Man Thinketh (Inside This Plastic Prism) is on view to September 16. The exhibit includes one of his peddling machines, a chessboard of clay pieces that are body parts and an installation of iconic American cowboy gear”.
NOW…
Taking it all to a higher intimidating level, I am developing a theatrical performance work, somewhat improvisational … on stage in front of an audience. Working title: The Metaphoric Man.
I created new art for this production….
And now I am on tour… www.shakethedevilofftour.blogspot.com heading to Miami and to any points beyond… looking for venues/invitations for the Metaphoric Man (working title).
I will even do house parties... any where!
All for the fun of it...
rod_malay@hotmail.com
jasperbog@gmail.com
1 902 830 6351 (Text or Viber only)
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