Paul B. Preciado writes in his lecture/report to a psychoanalytic Academy Can the Monster Speak?: Today, once monstrous bodies produced by the patriarchal-colonial regime of sex, gender and sexual difference speak for themselves and produce knowledge about themselves. Echoing Kafka’s Red Peter in his short story ‘A Report to an Academy’, Preciado describes how through […]
[No, the title isn’t the obvious pun (hole for whole), although if you read it quickly another, less tangible pun may emerge. The post you are about to read is in fact a hole. And no, not ‘like a hole’, but a real hole, in and of itself. Before I begin, let me offer you […]
Politics aside (ha!), how many times during your virtual travels through Pandemic Land have you stumbled across some website or other and thought to yourself ‘Well, this looks good’, only to realize, a few clicks in, that your attention hits an impasse (it only runs skin-deep) and so you move your cursor on? So much […]
Taking public matters into your own stained cybergloves again? – suppose the bearded sage avatar braying (to the tune of REM’s Everybody Hurts (sometimes/So hold on, hold on), whom the social media managers of Agorapulse canceled. With what qualifications? Do tell us the answer, great Trump fluffer Joshy, share your insight, discharged, no doubt, as […]
But, I hear you ask, what’s the point of irritating your listeners’ tender ears with a biting truth? You should take care that the hallways of the grand old institutions and their oh so distinguished executive directors don’t freeze you out and they will if you keep barking at their hypocrisy on the radio. Better […]
After some delay, what says the public? It’s Joe’s time! So now, at long last, the smooth transition of a backwards flow towards normalcy softens the bite of an increasing viral death toll, trimming the long nails of Trumpism…for now. But in the meantime, what can art do for US? Either draw a line in […]
Hey you, yes you, in your BBQ/BEER/FREEDOM shirt, with your mask under your mouth, screaming at the world from my Twitter feed, I have created you to object to whatever is happening here at an unfinished exhibition. If everything turns out well (Hope is the Rarest Bird). Still if everything does turn out well, if […]
documenta 14 is not owned by anyone in particular. It is shared among its visitors and artists, readers and writers, as well as all those whose work made it happen. We write incarcerated by the myth of individual authorship. Whether poetry or prose (or whatever this is) I blow out hard from these puffed-up lungs. […]
O the virtue of ignorance! So much nothing in this Doom life! Here’s the thing: who’s going to read this? Ask anyone but me. By Hercules, no one, not one person, no single body. Either sing a duet or be dumb in silence. Nothing between. “How deplorable to be deploring of art!” (There’s no basket […]
Holiness is what is dear to the gods. Who said that? I dunno but it’s not helpful. Never mind, ignore it. Let’s check-in instead. So, how are you coping? Healthy and sane? My starting position (forced on each of us, black reader and white writer, by this writing and our society) were the sites of […]