Dr. King, in his last years, was more radical than everyone around him. He dragged the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC) to campaign in Chicago, where his lieutenants did not want to go. He got pelted with rocks in Chicago and admonished his staff that white Americans had never intended to integrate their schools and […]
Do you remember gathering at the Tiki-Room to talk about time and lawlessness?
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 […]
How many times are you going to keep coming back to Plato’s Cave?
Nanabush’s trip stories the landscape with relational knowledges. When Nishnaabeg see a birch tree, we recognize a library of stories involving birch. When we see a lady’s slipper, or moss on rocks, or cranberries, or maple trees, or a woodpecker, or beaver, more libraries. Nanabush’s character is a reflection of Nishnaabewin and of Nishnaabeg themselves, […]
You asked Hito Steyerl to sign your can of Spam following her artist talk at the Wexner Center for the Arts, here in Columbus, Ohio, on January 26th, 2018. At the ensuing gathering at Ann Hamilton’s studio, with art faculty, MFA students and other guests, you sat next to Steyerl who told you that they […]
When he visited An American City, the inaugural FRONT International: Cleveland Triennial for Contemporary Art in September 2018, my librarian attended an evening reception for the launch of the second volume of the exhibition catalog at an event at the Cleveland Public Library amid Yinka Shonibare’s The American Library, a both dazzling and sobering installation […]
The chains are formed linking stubborn bubbles of isolated worlds will it stain or purge these aging cells – Otobong Nkanga ‘Future’
It is Saturday after a long week of long posts, so this is going to be short (and tomorrow even shorter). Just as yesterday was written for your ears, as he asked you to listen (not to me or him, but to a conversation as a way of knowing, making and remembering), today is a […]
