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Joan Naviyuk Kane In a way, the animal detaches itself from truth. I might lose myself amidst such strange propulsions. In a way, I am fooled into rooting for a cause, one that I clearly hate. There’s a hole here. – Joan Naviyuk Kane, ‘Another Bright Departure’ (Cut Bank Books: Missoula, 2019), p. 2. Alejandra […]

The woman making this film is writing on the subway… It was a brief encounter; she was meeting some of you for the first time. The day before you left, she turned on the camera without asking. She is fascinated by you, doesn’t want to be a voyeur, knows she is doing just that, eavesdropping […]

Words, they are slippery things. And don’t get me started on the sounds they make! (Wait, do words even make sounds? Or do sounds make words?). Phonetics or Phonology? Or both! Anyway, some sounds seem to appear out of nowhere when certain words are pronounced. Listen to that linking or intrusive ‘r’. (Hold Me Farst!). […]

“2012 is the year of Etel Adnan” – Hans Ulrich Obrist at Art Dubai, March 2012 But what of 2011? Or 2021, the year of Etel Adnan’s death. What is a year anyway? Adnan died a few days ago, on Sunday November 14th, so what do the years even mean within the posthumous dates of […]

Libraries constantly shed… – Shubigi Rao ‘Articulating the Archive: An Imprecise Index’, in Zoe Butt (ed.) ‘Journey Beyond the Arrow’, Sharjah Art Foundation: Sharjah, 2019, -. 238. Zoe Butt Shubigi Rao Léuli Eshrāghi Phan Thảo Nguyên Mark Salvatus Lantian Xie Adriana Bustos Kidlat Tahimik Lisa Reihana Gudskul

A voice (not mine) says something like: Borders open to an endless moment It sounds as if the voice is speaking in a large auditorium. The accent is American, although it is hard to pinpoint what region. There was once a recording of this voice, but now it is lost. It makes him think about […]

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 […]