Matthew Barney, Cremaster 2, 1999 [source]
mockingbird [source]
Last night Matthew Barney was in my dream. I met him at a shipping yard; it was an eerily dark night. He was walking under the yellow cast of a single street light. We hollered out at each other, “hey.”
Then he asked me if I’d seen his show. Embarrassed, I said that I had not. We were in Spain, then we moved out of California, and even though I’d been in San Jose for a conference recently, I couldn’t make it up to the city…
“I heard it was good though,” I said, somewhat sheepishly.
“You should see it,” he said, “before it closes.” [Sept. 17]
“What’s your favorite bird?” he said.
“Sparrow,” I said.
“Peacock,” he said.
“Penguin,” I said.
“Mockingbird!” he shouted, while doing jazz hands.
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