Do you remember gathering at the Tiki-Room to talk about time and lawlessness?
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The point of this letter is to propose that the coming of that distant day, and the end, therefore, of the need for the violent speech of the inner city streets, is up to us. The starving fellah (or the jobless inner city NHI, the global New Poor or les damnés), Fanon pointed out, does not have […]
…a collective choreography of banal movements…[1] …even protesting a museum exhibition is still a form of participation…[2] …not even if I had ten tongues and ten mouths…[3] …a Roman would always think we…[4] …Judith beheading Holoferenes: make art history scream…[5] …at the Old Library Wex’s book starts to come alive…[6] [1] Hey you, yes you, […]
In our current state of governmental chaos, I hark back to a surprisingly overlooked statement by President Trump’s White House physician, Dr. Ronny Jackson. After completing his medical assessment of Trump, Jackson stated, and I paraphrase, that Trump was highly unusual in that each day he begins anew, unfettered by memory or attention to consequences […]
We have only allocated an hour to write this post, so we don’t have time to discuss that infamous memo (we mean here the Nunes memo, not Trump himself) Given this time-crunch we’re merely going to see how the posts from our allocated two week period from last year (Jan. 23-Feb 5) fit into the […]
Once There Was A Little Boy and Everything Turned Out Alright, The End This will mean more to some of you than others But doesn’t anybody really know anything except by comparison? Is it the work, the location, or the stereotype that is the institution? She wasn’t Always a Statue
Yesterday I discussed the question of ‘Who Speaks for Sappho?’ and Louise Lawler’s work that extends the ‘mansplaining’ ‘of Sappho’s poetry into a general critique of patriarchy. Today let’s take one example of the very literal ‘mansplaining’ of ancient Roman poets – Catullus 51 as a remake of Sappho 31 (here are the translations of […]
Who speaks for Sappho? I was reminded of this question this morning when I saw this post on Hans Urich Obrist’s Instagram feed depicting a work by Kasper Bosmans (an artist whose engagement with antiquity I blogged about on the first day of 2017): Bosmans’ drawing imagines the smoke of incense somehow ‘speaking the name […]