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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

What's the craic?

On Sunday, we and half of London decided to go and see the new installation in the Tate Modern's Turbine Hall. I've loved the last three installations, especially just looking at (but not actually having a go on) the slides. So I had high hopes for this one. It's essentially a massive crack in the floor which runs the length of the hall. It represents the division in society that is caused by racism. Mmmm.



The first problem we encountered was the fact that, with half of London snaking around the hall and basically standing right on top of the crack, we couldn't actually see the crack. But when we got up close, oh look, there it is. A massive crack.



People were hunched around it, standing on it, staring at it, putting their feet in, putting their feet in, putting their children in - one person even put his head in, which amused me for a moment.

But essentially, I didn't like it. I can't tell you why. Some of the more pointless ones, the ones that don't purport to say anything, I really enjoyed. I think it's because the artist has forced us to see her meaning in it, rather than letting us make up our own useless minds. I'm interested in the mechanics of it all, how and FOR GOD'S SAKE WHY you put a massive crack in a polished concrete floor, but He Who Only... explained that within about five minutes, and so after 10 minutes of me trying to get some kind of impressive photo of the crack with my camera phone, we gave up and went for a wander round the shop instead. Which was much more fun.

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