A FEW THOUGHTS RE: GIANT INFLATABLE POOH

Is there anything more compelling than a story about giant inflatable pooh running amok? It certainly captured my imagination. It seems that a piece entitled "Complex Shit" by artist Paul McCarthy created havoc when it was blown away from outside a gallery in Berne, Switzerland. The end result was some broken power lines and a smashed window at a nearby orphanage.

It is actually a great metaphor for our age; large synthetic fecal matter blowing around, just like the deluge of manipulated images, false information and glossy ephemera that clogs our consciousness. After a while it builds up until it eventually becomes one giant glob that is bound to reek havoc in some sort of manner, if even on a psychic or spiritual level.

On a simpler level it's simply just fun to talk about, try discussing "giant inflatable pooh" without cracking a gigantic smile! I don't care who you are, somewhere in the recess of your soul there has to be a soft spot for all things scatological.

In response to the endless barrage of information about events in this world that inspire a sense of dread (or perhaps indifference for some), I think someone should erect a giant fan in a big open field, so that (giant inflatable?) shit can literally "hit the fan" every time something bad happens .

Not only would this be a cathartic exercise, but it would also be a brilliant illustration of how we are impacted by the seamless flow of information and events in an increasingly interconnected world. Regardless, "shit happens", and often it is increasingly difficult to ignore