In the cover article of this month’s Jest, the author* describes a trip to the Guggenheim with his father-in-law-to-be to see the Cremaster Cycle. After a bit of peeking around, and a brief explanation of what –exactly- a ‘cremaster’ is, the father-to-be asks, “You mean this whole show is about balls?”
If you were wondering the same I’m here to tell you… why yes it is! It’s a five-part tale of balls both literal and metaphorical; as a matter of fact I’ve never seen anything so full of balls in my entire life. And I know some of you have dragged your heals because Matthew Barney is the media darling de jour, or you fear the place will be packed with idiots and art morons (which it was…I got to overhear quotes like “Dude…you can totally see her nipples” interlaced with “I think the artists treatment of gender neutrality in the face of modern gender specificity is tantamount to his blah blah blah”; but screw them. The show fucking rocks and you have two more days to see it and you should.
* Apologies for not mentioning the author’s name and for the paraphrase…I’m at work and don’t have the mag in front of me right now. I’ll amend the post when I get home. Anyway, the article was pee-the-pants funny. Milk-through-the-nose funny. Go read it.