I saw this so…
[If you open the full tweet you get a view of his naked bum]
…so I had to look up this Senior Lecturer. The source is Middlesex University itself:
Dr T J Bacon
Pronouns: Xe/Xem/Xyrs (usage)
Producing artwork under the name tjb, Dr Bacon’s practice, framed as an artist-philosopher, extends across performance art, visal art, curation, socially engaged practice, transgender studies, queer theory, crip theory and queer phenomenology. Xis outputs manifest through the interdisciplinary visual arts and as an author. Xe has exhibited xis practice internationally for over 20 years and is the founder and artistic director of Tempting Failure, a festival international performance art staged in the UK since 2012.
Clearly Doc Bacon wrote that himself (and failed to spot the typo in “visal art”). It’s impressive that his outputs manifest, when duller more quotidian academics simply publish their work.
Is it just me or is there something a little suspect about that long list of items his “practice extends across”? Is he trying to make up for poverty of thought with wealth of list-making?
Also note “crip theory.” I assume that’s what ordinary mortals call disability studies or similar. Cute.
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11 responses to “This mess doing”
Wow. Ouch. Well played. It’s like reading one of those cutting movie reviews which is so much more enjoyable and clever than the movie that elicited it could ever possibly have been. If these comments had been directed at me, I’d have withered to a raisin, even if I’d never come across them myself. Their mere existence would have been scorching from any distance. Mr. Bacon must be blessed with a particulaly opaque obliviousness, or much thicker skin.
Remind me never to get on the wrong side of your wit.
Can’t “crip theory” be gang related (IDFK)? A “Middlesex” appointment seems rather appropriate for Ximself…
I should think he’d be pretty crisp, after that, thick Bacon or no.
I have the power to wither people to raisins! That’s exciting.
“T J Bacon” sounds like a poorly conceived artisanal sandwich that costs $25 and doesn’t even come with a pickle on the side.
You should be ashamed for ever conceiving of such a sandwich (no pickle? Barbarism!).
Acon is perfect by xir self. It doesn’t need no damn pickle.
Poverty of thought, you say? This genius!?
His festival sought to question the liminal boundaries of queer and gay bodies! LIMINAL BOUNDARIES, people! QUEER AND GAY BODIES!
Seriously, somebody needs to crash his festival with a performance art version of a Sokal hoax. Though I’m afraid that, however outrageously idiotic, it would be indistinguishable from the sincere performances.
Yeah we get it, he whipped his dick out. Yawn.
Sorry, I’m afraid I was still trying to figure out “queer phenomenology.” I do try to keep up, but one can only digest so much word salad at a time. Sometimes I have stop and pick at it with my fork in order to figure out exactly what it is that’s on my plate.
Jesus. What a boring old fag I am . . .