Sticks

Lukewarm reaction  to Bumpkin Highway sculpture yesterday, but how about this one in Forrest Place? This one is actually pretty crap. Inside the sticks though there was a machine you could blow giant smoke rings with. More interesting. Thanks to several people who suggested I get this one.

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74 Responses to Sticks

  1. monkeypants says:

    i hope this looked more effective in real life because it looks pretty naff from the photo. did the title of the piece help to add any value to it?

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  2. rolly says:

    Giant alien toothpicks from the same guys who left the paddle-pop sticks on the Bumpkins Highway.

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  3. shazza says:

    I’m quite surprised the homeless and downtrodden who frequent this location haven’t managed to wreak havoc with this yet.

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  4. WAtching says:

    I’d like to see the kids in enourmous flouro pants try to pick their way through this mess.

    This sort of thing never happened back in the late eighties.
    Back then there was barely enough room for the ennui on those steps.

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  5. Snuff says:

    Yesterday it was cones and hose segments, and today it’s Thai Buddha sticks. These WA artists are deadset mullpigs, TLA.

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    • Bento says:

      Next week will be a sculpture consisting of giant Coke cans, slightly flattened, and short lengths of stolen hosepipe.

      Speaking of which, any news on Colon’s bong eradication program?

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  6. Onanist says:

    The value of art (like beauty) is in the eye of the beholder and as a world renowned art critic, I can only say; that shit is fucked up!

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  7. skink says:

    loving the Banned by the West tweets

    The Libs are comedy gold at the moment

    I may have to borrow that Brownian Motion gag for myself

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  8. shazza says:

    Me too re. tweets, very, very funny LA.

    Tony Abbott, youv’e got to be fucking kiddin me. This is the the guy who gave us the ‘things that batter’.

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  9. Bento says:

    I actually feel sorry for poor old Malcolm. I think it’s finally dawning on him that he is leading a bewildering array of lunatics. He’s abandoned all diplomacy, and appears to be only a few hours away from pointing out that Tony Abbott sincerely believes the invisible sky grandpa is going to sort out global warming.

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  10. skink says:

    Antony Green astutely discusses why, if Turnbull gets rolled and quits, then a Wentworth by-election would be a disaster for the Libs:

    http://blogs.abc.net.au/antonygreen/2009/11/a-wentworth-byelection.html

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    • Snuff says:

      Antony’s rarely far off the mark, skink. I particularly liked “It is an electorate where the number of baristas is neck and neck with the number of barristers. The seat has sweeping views of the harbour as well as Sydney’s famous Bondi Beach. It also contains one of Sydney’s larger sewage outlets at north Bondi, meaning this is truly an electorate where the effluent meets the affluent.”

      I do think his perspicacious assessment is fairly generous, however. It seems the only aspiration they have at the moment is to take out as many of their dear colleagues with them as they can.

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  11. Bento says:

    When did ‘craft’ become ‘art’?

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  12. Ljuke says:

    This has potential. All they need to do is glue some sea shells to it. Maybe run a few squiggles of Uhu down the sides, then dust it with glitter. Or, maybe we should all descend on them and write the names of 1980s hair metal bands all over them, so that they resemble high school rulers.

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    • shazza says:

      Are you referring to Tony Abbot Ljuke?

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      • curious says:

        tony abbot was a ruler in high school?

        i guess he peaked early.

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        • skink says:

          Guy Rundle in Crikey commented that “the problem is that most of the electorate think that Abbott is a prick.”

          is prick a euphemism for Ncapabloe?

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          • Skink, there was a story about Perth’s Sunday independent that folded years ago in Crikey, a couple of days ago but story was blocked. You don’t have access do you?

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            • Orbea says:

              Happy birthday Perth Sunday Independent
              by Welsh Pool

              The year should not be allowed to pass without mentioning the 40th anniversary of the Perth Sunday Independent, a weekly newspaper that was founded in the glow of a mining boom and died in ignominy.

              The Independent was a dream of Western Australian mining entrepreneurs Lang Hancock and E A Wright, who imagined it would be slammed down on the desks of quaking Canberra moguls on Monday mornings. Said moguls would immediately wake up to the potential of the West, repent their east-coast-centric ways and give Sandgropers the recognition they deserved.

              Who did Hancock and Wright choose to set up this mighty organ? None other than Maxwell Newton, first editor of Murdoch’s The Australian. He moved to Perth and set up office behind an old petrol station in Adelaide Terrace, opposite where the Sheraton Hotel is now located. Newton hired the cream of Perth journalism and some from further afield. The first issue came out in April 1969.

              It was not difficult to get good writers. So many on the West Australian were frustrated from years of unexciting, establishment biased work. They included Duncan Graham, John Slee, Peter Ellery, Peter Beck, Don Lipscombe, Lloyd Marshall and Vincent Smith. Later, Geraldine Willesee. Good photographers, sports reporters and sub-editors followed. Newton had his own people in Canberra contributing. Unfortunately, almost all of these bright sparks contributed views and pet stories they had been saving up for years. In many cases, there were good reasons why their former employees had not run their pet stories.

              The paper was printed offset, quite radical in those days. It smelt and felt odd. Worse, the register was always slightly off, deliberately, we were told, because it made pictures look 3D. The things we believed. I was a junior contributor to the paper. It was fun, if erratic. Type was produced via golfball typewriters. Advertising staff worked their arses off trying to sell space in an increasingly sceptical retail market.

              It’s probably safe to say the Sunday Independent never made money — but that was never the intention. It would have struggled to reach a circulation of 150,000 at its best. Wright’s son, Julian, ran the place for a while.

              By 1973, under the weight of R F X O’Connor and the Whitlam government generally, Hancock and Wright decided to go daily. That would scare those Canberra bastards. They hired seven more reporters to take the paper from a once-a-week issue to seven days a week. The Age supplied foreign news — until the West Australian told the Age to stop. It did and the Independent Sun folded after about 29 issues. By this time it was run from a sub-standard prefab-type building in the industrial suburb of Welshpool. The building is now home to a farm newspaper.

              Newton departed ignominiously — he ended his career running a brothel in Melbourne — within a few months of the paper’s start, followed by most of the other stars. There was a succession of personalities around the place. Staff turnover was high and sackings were common. I worked there in 1969 and during the daily newspaper period. We hated it, but, looking back, I wouldn’t have missed it.

              The Sunday Independent was the first major newspaper in the state to use colour extensively, and the first to go to computer typesetting: “What’s that little green square flashing in the corner of this black screen?” “That’s called a cursor.”

              Some time in the early ’80s the paper was bought by Rupert Murdoch and shifted to the Sunday Times building in Stirling Street, central Perth. It faded away. There was a reunion of former staff in the late 1980s, where somebody crept up behind a former editor and set fire to his jacket. It was that sort of place.

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          • shazza says:

            My thoughts precisely. He’s a sneering buffoon.

            The other petulant front benchers who joined him in the walk out must by now be wondering what they have done.

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    • Orbea says:

      macaroni and gold spray paint FTW

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  13. skink says:

    did you see the photos of Joe Hockey squeezed into his wif’es yellow mini leaving Parliament today?

    i couldn’t find a link, but I found this:

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  14. Orbea says:

    did you see the photos of Joe Hockey squeezed into his wif’es yellow mini leaving Parliament today?

    i couldn’t find a link, but I found this:

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  15. NVLII says:

    This actually looks great in real life.

    I know, my taste in art is better than anyone else on earth.

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  16. skink says:

    I know a lot about art

    but I don’t know what I like

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  17. Paracleet says:

    Inspected it at lunch. It’s shite. Was unable to resist wondering wether it had been certified as safe by a structural engineer. Possible career change advisable.

    The real worst though is the associated mystifying hanging hay bales of foreston.

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  18. skink says:

    I think you could play a game where you take turns removing a stick one at a time until it collapses on top of you.

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  19. Paracleet says:

    Extreme Jenga?

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