This week, in spite of clearing my throat, I don’t yet feel like I’ve found my voice. As yesterday’s post testifies, my librarian – old Loosh, Minus, Mr Feddle, whatever you want to call him – is so often in a rush to get these daily missives out there, that he doesn’t represent me or […]
is how Pamela M. Lee describes Martine Syms’ ten-minute video Notes on Gesture (2015) in her book The Glen Park Library: A Fairy Tale of Disruption (no place press, 2019). I am looking at a spread of Syms’ 2020 book Shame Space (Primary Information) comprising a seascape and a room with two empty swivel office […]
Ok, enough placeholders. From now on, you will hear from me directly and not mediated via the cut and paste of quotations, images and links. This means that the books that prompt these words – which I dictate to my faithful librarian for you to read – will now be moved into the background. Since […]
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 […]
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 […]
My librarian and I are taking a break from our daily book posts for Our Library of the Future: A Ghost’s Story. We’ll be back on January 2nd, 2022 and from then on we will continue selecting books from the library I haunt in preparation for the exhibition Whisper into a Hole at Hopkins Hall […]
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 […]
She could see ahead of her, way at the road’s end, the volcano named Fire. – Jane Bowles ‘A Guatemalan Idyll’, reprinted in South as a State of Mind No. 9 [documenta 14 #4] Fall/Winter 2017. Some books are bigger than others, especially in how they loom large in life, and at the intersection of […]
He turned, finally, to the book Moyra Davey published on the occasion of the artist’s exhibition for the 2018 Scotiabank Photography Award in 2018. It is the largest book by Davey he owns, like Index Cards an anthology of texts, but also a rich survey of the artist’s photographic and film work. While flicking through […]
