One of my fantasies is to be somehow able to relate to you, all in one go, my experience as a library ghost, like a snapshot, I could just show you, rather than have my story broken down into these inadequate daily posts, some of which I feel I am not even present. Even if […]
If is beyond obvious to say that to reach the words in a book, it first has to be opened. Well, at least for living, human readers. Even though the shelves I haunt comprise of rows of closed tomes, one of my abilities as a library’s ghost is that I can see within them and […]
And, no, I’m not primarily thinking of the cast of the Victory of Samothrace in Ohio State University’s Thompson Library (although I’m open to hacking that space in the future!). Instead it is a whole other library (one in which material matters) that prompts me to have my librarian post this today and I’ll let […]
Realized in close collaboration with a wide range of artists, academics, writers, students, community activists and interested members of the public, these projects attempt to ‘think outwards’ from a somewhat peripheral ethnographic exhibition, and the histories that have produced it, towards a collective investigation of the connections, resonances, resitances and possible sites of transformation that […]
Yes, I’m back and I come bearing a story. He, my librarian (who, to be clear, is definitely not the hero here), was in Athens, at his second day at documenta 14. He is at EMST, in the gallery shared by the colorful grid paintings of Stanley Whitney and the reddened column of Tracey Rose […]
Do you remember gathering at the Tiki-Room to talk about time and lawlessness?
He has a secret that he’s not sure he wants me to share with you all, but I just can’t keep it in anymore, so I have to whisper it here, into this hole of a blogpost. He collects wall-texts. Well, that’s not exactly right, he steals them, and by ‘them’, the moniker ‘wall-text’ seems […]
The chains are formed linking stubborn bubbles of isolated worlds will it stain or purge these aging cells – Otobong Nkanga ‘Future’
It is Saturday after a long week of long posts, so this is going to be short (and tomorrow even shorter). Just as yesterday was written for your ears, as he asked you to listen (not to me or him, but to a conversation as a way of knowing, making and remembering), today is a […]
I’ve spent all my life washing dishes And composing poems most sublime And this has lent me all of my life’s wisdom And made my temperament film and mild I watch the water flow and comprehend it Below my window – the people and the powers Whatever I don’t like I simply overrule it And […]