You wrote back in March 2019 the following crescendo to a long (too long) post called Echo is Golden (Sharjah Biennial 14 Remix): When I left the ice-rink, Sharjah, the airport and returned home, I didn’t know how to keep my experience from fading into the air of routine, teaching and everyday life. I definitely […]
Here [Edward S.] Curtis seems to regard “photography” not as visual documentation but as the presentation of detailed facts, of which sound could be a part. Yet, while he often contrasted the written to the pictorial record…Curtis rarely spoke of sound or music. This avoidance may have resulted from the fact that the prime actor […]
I will continue to address him as a ‘you’. It feels more pressing, more urgent, as if time is of the essence (how strange that idiom feels when typed out and not spoken!). Of course, you, dear reader, know that I am a necessary fiction (another idiom that feels somehow out of place, out of […]
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 […]
