Welcome to The Minus Plato Archive! This website documents the blog, platform and persona Minus Plato (2012-2022). You can choose to explore the archive through the headers above or if you scroll down to the bottom of the page, via the dropdown tab ‘Archive’ that lists all the posts by date. But before you get […]
I have spent so long over the last few months writing in another voice that I wanted to make sure as Minus Plato came to an end (the last post will be this Wednesday on May 4th) that I took a moment to reflect as myself – Richard Fletcher – on what these ten years […]
Pages are cavernous places, white at entrance, black in absorption. Echo. If I’m transformed by language, I am often crouched in footnote or blazing in title. Where in the body do I begin; What’s your deal with burnout, my librarian aka Mr. Minus? After several months of listening to me speak from your shelves, you’ve […]
Ohiya (singing vow): Inkpata Nawaze Naci, Naci, coze May Maya Leci cu wana. Winona: The magic of the night of nights beckons me, beckons me, beckons me; a wonder-world is sheltered ‘neath the trees from grass and shrub and willows low. Come mystic voices, sighs, enchanting breeze from mystic voices, sighs enchanting breeze. The pallid […]
From 1965 to 1975, the Fairchild Corporation operated an electronic assembling plant in Shiprock, New Mexico, on a Navajo reservation, employing mostly Indigenous women. The circuit boards that the Navajo workers crafted were used in early computers, calculators, and missile guidance systems. Their abstract designs were not unlike the geometric abstractions of Navajo weavings, which […]
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, […]
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 […]
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 […]
Afterall Journal 44 Contents Foreword– Candice Hopkins Contextual Essays The Delicate Difference Between ‘Thinking at the Edge of the World’– Carola Grahn Early Contemporary Art in Post-Soviet Mongolia: Where is the Green Horse Galloping Now?– Tsendpurev Tsegmid A Conversation between Manuel Borja-Villel and Marcelo Expósito– Manuel Borja-Villel & Marcelo Expósito Artists Qiu Zhijie The Lazy […]
