Notes on my white librarian’s Whiteness: When I was a alive my shelves were brimming with the canonical texts of a white-washed version of the ancient Mediterranean cultures of Greece and Rome. I can still feel within me the litany of white male editors’ names on the spines of those rows of green (Greek) and […]
Joining filmmaker and writer John Waters and art historian Miwon Kwon as blurb writers for the back of the 2008 book Long Life Cool White: Photographs & Essays by Moyra Davey, introduced by Helen Molesworth and which my librarian received as a generous gift from the artist and writer, Moyra Davey herself, choreographer and filmmaker […]
Libraries are not silent places. I should know, as I like to sing as a move through the books squeezed onto the shelves I haunt. I don’t know what old Lucius thinks he hears when I sing, perhaps it is beyond the pitiful range his human hearing. He does, however, seem to be open to […]
Trigger Warning: This post, written by a fictional ghost of a professor’s library, describes metaphorical cannibalism. No one was eaten or harmed in any way in the writing of this post. No persons named in this post, with the exception of artist Tracey Rose and art historian Kellie Jones, equate in any way with real, […]
I promised him that this one would be short, but I just couldn’t keep my word. With the new arrival of Art and its Worlds: Exhibitions, Institutions and Art Becoming Public, a book that my Prof. will be centering his Spring course Philosophical Problems in the Arts (Worlds, Minus Plato), I threw out at him […]
Prophet, curse me the blabbing lip,And curse me the British vermin, the rat;I know not whether he came in the Hanover ship,But I know that he lies and listens muteIn an ancient mansion’s crannies and holes:Arsenic, arsenic, sure, would do it,Except that now we poison our babes, poor souls!It is all used up for that. […]
With these dispatches steadily accumulating, as the books move from shelf to shelf or from shelf to bag to car to office to floor, I think it is time to reveal something that I have been holding back until now. My haunting of Lucius Fletcher’s living library – yes, that is now the name I […]
Maybe one of the most recited mantras of the last few years – at least in my perception – has been “we need to take care of each other.” This has been so, at least since Brexit, the election of the 45th president of the United States, the march of the alt-right with chants like […]
