kagablog

nat mos en ander amper-tautologies.

Sarah and Helge, relaxish! Mister Machen’s views are his own, and in several moments spot-on. While his ‘pre-emptive’ isn’t quite that, the general aura of hesitance and contra-qualifiers are.. mefinds it innersting that many Kaga-critics are hesitant in going full-throttle with their negative assessments - they sense, perhaps, that there’s more going on than they’re privy to (conceptually or otherwise).

It be very much so that Aryan’s art playfully negotiates so-called art’s categories.. and while he proclaims his media-specifity, the central blur of his artistic self is play.. and the generally intrusive persona of his authorial is knowingly loud and look-at-me’eish.

All credit to Mr Machen (and he may) for a central apprehension (mind’s the pun): Aryan’s art, its centre, all-blurry mistique inside (what? has Kaganof cracked the Dasein code??), is his soul. In Kagian economy then: his ego.

Much of Kaganof’s output Does seem, what was it, conceptually lightweight? And much of it is..

but the (shifting, necromancial) point be: Kaganof’s output perpetua-wields ulterior profundity. There are too many sides, too many gestures and moments, for even the healthiest critic to definitively pin down (and he knows this. Ah yes, Another one-anna-quart minute film about some lass’s ass, or some Ass’s lass, or sum helix’s swirl edited to the beat of pre- and/or post-pornographic sound.. There always are those EVENTS - where he/it unleashes violent genius (and delivers it suavely [in Kaga-speak: casually]. And the Kaga-structuring knows this. Which is why he/it exists in brackets..)

The ‘kananof’ protest, Sarah, is mute; misreading the ‘SA gothic’, Helge, is unnecessary. And the swelling of my comment, which aimed at a polite two-sentence space, is telling.

Kaga does not care about the blander shades of shit.

Conceivably, Aryan cares about the brighter shats of shit y’ken? Having intra-transcended artistic worries, his genetic code breathes an occult truth:

self as art.

[there’re many more acute fings me would’ve sed: Aryan, above else, being a fascination of soul/I/ego/organicism, but me’s aware now that my initial design of: “chill Helge and Hills..” has reconinterswollshqueened into some accent of mistra Mache (”Jy mag mar”)implication of some emotional, ‘Heated’-like cult of, like, three or, like, firteen fans]

Imaginary interview, circa Eternity:

unknowable interviewer: “So, but like [mind all puns], what was it like?”

AK: “It was very much up and down”

UI: “Any regrets? And butt what I want to know is actually - what was best?”

AK: “No. Be specific.”

UI: ” Uhrm. Was ‘up’ best, or ‘down’”?

AK: “It depends where you’re asking from. It’s actually ‘inside’ and ‘outside’.. and you wouldn’t know.”

UI: “Erm.”

AK: “Yes”