A voice comes from somewhere (or within), braying: Well, listen to him! So sanctimonious in his white wokeness and so-called decolonial critique (whatever that is)! We see what you’re doing, writing this out loud for strangers’ ears, but inwardly, under your typing tongue, you murmur, “Oh, let the old guard suffer, so I can profit!”. […]
Today’s post is like that moment in Beckett’s Krapp’s Last Tape when Krapp eats a banana and, several minutes later, slips on the peel he left on the floor. But in place of Krapp, we want you to imagine Trump, and for the banana, a gun. Maybe Banksy can help us visualize this: Arming teachers, […]
I have been reading the Ralph Lemon and Triple Canopy volume On Value, which contains this brief piece by Nari Ward on his work Ultra. I was intrigued by the way that Ward invokes the curious case of Robert Rauschenberg’s 1959 work Canyon (which was gifted to MoMA on account of the fact that it […]