Category Archives: The Library of the Future

I have seen books about artists come and go, but one figure stays constant: Cy Twombly. What hold does this scribbler have over him? Before my death, I remember one particular period of him flitting from white Twombly tome to off-white Twombly tome (whither this whiteness?), and in his frenzy even slipping beneath the cover […]

We live in a world of unreality and dreams. – Simone Weil, 1942, from ‘You Are Here’ by Nicholas R. Bell in “Wonder” (2015) Forgive me, please, but I would like to speak of something else, to speak of Tubal – Rosee Rosen from “The Blind Merchant 1989-1991”

‘the library of images unseen,’ [is] a radical alternative to the garbage-images of the video-idiots of our time. – Mario Perniola Fellow Reader, I realize that I has started these dispatches very much in the middle of things and you must be wondering who exactly is speaking. Please understand that I cannot tell you the […]

A ghost, even of a library, recognizes its own. I see myself reflected in Friedl Body’s 1975 photograph of the dark, hollowed eyes of Harry Smith starting out at me from page 150 of Jonas Mekas’ A Dance with Fred Astaire (Anthology Editions, 2017). In 1987-1988, Smith – musicologist, filmmaker, painter, anthropologist and paper-plane collector […]