This week's cool breeze.

Mary Abbe on the Soap Factory Biennial.

http://www.vita.mn/arts/223379561.html

Don't forget about last time's:

http://www.startribune.com/entertainment/stageandarts/102084793.html

Surely you jest; an exercise in misspeaking, a final grasping of inanity, commentary. This, this weeks cool breeze of AC.

A trollbait title describing Chris Larson's newest has led to an eruption, the discrepancy of art; commentators fiend, the Pioneer Press.

 Some St. Paul reader reactions:

--Oh, I see. Burning down a house is better than selling it to someone else. Long live art!!!

--It is amazing the crap people call art. I throw a bunch of it out every day.

--Art to me about creating something.

--I thought this was a post from the onion.

--I am going to bag my next piece of art instead of flushing it where it belongs, send it to him and have it evaluate it as a piece of art.

But the headline:

St. Paul artist plans to build replica of famous architect's house, burn it and call it art

to be sure, there is more:

http://www.twincities.com/localnews/ci_23399190/st-paul-artist-plans-build-replica-famous-architects

The watchdog, the dilettante, the research, the blog and the drunk uncle culture that binds them; everyone is right, and everyone is wrong: A trainwreck, this this week's cool breeze of AC.

Millionaire who punts eggshaped animal skins great and accurate distances in fantasy costume, mocks art, is celebrated; this this week's AC's cool breeze

AC's pick of the week.

An interview with Mary Karr. http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/5992/the-art-of-memoir-no-1-mary-karr

KARR

But with Lit, I faced such time pressure, I had to write lying down. If I sat up and typed with this injury, I’d last maybe six or seven hours. Lying down with my laptop on my knees, I could go from seven in the morning until eight or nine at night. I did that seven days a week. I felt like a Turkish pasha. I’d lie around in silk pajamas. And eat pistachios all day.

INTERVIEWER

Actual silk pajamas?

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KARR

People who didn’t live pre-Internet can’t grasp how devoid of ideas life in my hometown was. The only bookstores sold Bibles the size of coffee tables and dashboard Virgin Marys that glowed in the dark. I stopped in the middle of the SAT to memorize a poem, because I thought, This is a great work of art and I’ll never see it again.

INTERVIEWER

Was this a practice test?

KARR

No, it was the SAT itself—maybe the literature test. I just put my pencil down and started memorizing. Later I came across the poem in a library. It was “Storm Windows,” by Howard Nemerov. I wrote him a fan letter, to which he replied on Washington University stationery—it was like the Holy Grail, a note from a living poet. When I was twenty I met him at a reading he gave in the Twin Cities, and he said, You’re that little girl from Texas!

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AC's pick last week was Mary Abbe's review of the current MAEP shows.