zee poo-dyba by nostril kahlee

As all in the upper echelons of the art world know, Zee Poo-Dyba is at the forefront of the New Market. A production house run out of small offices in several countries, Zee Poo-Dyba is committed to bringing to the market commodities which cannot be used. Zee Poo-Dyba has no fans per se, but has several very prestigious clients.

"Every act of Zee is meant to liberate stores of energy previously locked deep in the souls of our target market: white young suburban males." E. P. Ood tends to stress the overt political content of every act of the highly secretive corporation. Ood is a quiet man, who paces and whispers every statement. He refused to allow me to turn on any lights, and at times I could only see the glowing tip of his cigarettes tracing patterns on the air as he spoke and paused.

Most of our conversation consisted of silence.

Sitting still on the floor, Mr. Ood spoke. "The standard consumer knows very little of the nature of his reality. This agency exists to fill the discrepancies in the floorboards. The nature of Zee is very simple once you accept his essential unreality." I asked Mr. Ood what he meant.

"The truth is that you must go through Zee to reach the true Zee." Every morning I affirm my inner Zee.

One of the more controversial projects of Zee Poo-Dyba was left untitled. The piece consisted of a riotously messy living-room floor in a small, boring city, and a stretch of empty highway eighty miles north. In order to understand the beauty of the piece, you must imagine the raging clutter of the room: snaking cables, blinking displays, ugly devices that beep ceaselessly, a thousand layers of stuff, all connected by cables and sound; and then call to mind the bleakest highway you can imagine. This one entered the mountains.

Different consumers of the "art event" were left with different reactions. Some were frightened, and some found their reality subsequently distorted. Many found the phrase "the pig meat is rotting in the sundae" to come to mind when driving or watching television. What Mr. Oop is always quick to stress is the essential "consumerness" of all affected by the piece.

"Maybe we destroyed their lives, but more likely, we simply opened room for discussion. These things are always so cloistered. We need to blow the whole fucking box open."

Whatever Zee Poo-Dyba does, it certainly does not leave the box closed. A recent series of Zee images were denounced by the head of the Christian Parents' Association, Andrea Dworkin. "Simply put," she stressed, "these pictures are offensive to all families. I was disgusted, and I wouldn't want my parents looking at them."

Nonetheless, I can imagine Oop saying, she consumed the images. At the end of my interview with Mr. Oop, he mumbled, "Zee Poo-Dyba forever!" When I questioned him, he shrugged and replied, "Our ideas are in everyone's mind."

Indeed.