Often the choice of text elements can be read as playful and ironic, sometimes bordering on an indigenous ridicule of the tourist’s desire or expectation. – Hock E Aye Vi/Edgar Heap of Birds quoted in Bill Anthes ‘Edgar Heap of Birds’, Duke University Press: Durham and London, 2015, pp. 113-114.
Another day, another death. It’s Lawrence Weiner’s day. You gathered together his books, some were in The Rojo, some were slipped between shelves, others are temporarily lost. Then there are the object-memories he gave you (a respite at some point ASAP). station to station around your wrist, and a plate filled with Latin. But most […]
You heard the news of Alvin Lucier’s passing and you immediately thought of your dad. One of the last birthdays your dad celebrated, you gifted him two of Lucier’s CDs and a book of Lucier’s essays. You thought it was his final birthday, but looking back over your email and finding the Amazon order (registering […]
Sometimes a book sits on the shelf, looking at you, wondering when you will take the time to open it, and see what is inside, when you do, it is no surprise that there is something placed within its pages that is completely unexpected. Today it is the book Ibrahim Mahama, Exchange-Exchanger (1957-2057), edited by […]
Well, this is embarrassing. After several days of picture-heavy posts without hearing from me, today I need to have him write about what happened to him last night. It’s not pretty. But first, a reminder of who I am. I am the ghost of a library, specifically the library that was ‘killed’ by Richard Fletcher […]
The most remarkable element of this exhibition is a slim volume that could escape notice….[an] enticing little 104-page paperback in the museum….Like a pocket edition, Burn the Diaries is designed to be affordable and accessible….So where does the reading stop and her life begin? This question gets raised early in Burn the Diaries when Davey […]
Wisława Szymborska Forugh Farrokhzad I am you, you and the one who loves and the one who suddenly finds a vague connection within herself with thousands of unknown, unfamiliar things. – Forough Farrokhzad ‘Sin’, from ‘Forough Farrokhzad: Poet of Modern Iran’ (I.B. Tauris: London, 2010), p. 17. Cecilia Vicuña A sound birthing its own death. – […]
Robin Coste Lewis We had books and a waterfall was falling in the corner. I didn’t tell you I couldn’t remember what that thing was you said to me once, that tender thing you’d said I should never forget. The moment you said it, I forgot it I wondered if you thought we were lost. […]
Lisa Robertson This is a history of sincerity. The tree uses silence. – Lisa Robertson, ‘R’s Boat’, (University of California Press: Berkeley, 2010), p.55. Cecilia Vicuña It’s difficult to understand to what degree miniscule species have survived in the leaves of books and even to imagine a reader for each of these books is absolute […]
