Tomorrow will be the big reveal and you will finally understand where all of this week’s posts have been building towards. But for today, a hint of things to come; a staged pretext, as it were. The book whose pages I have been flitting within this week has been the Kunstforum International tome devoted to […]
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A magnitude 6.6 earthquake strikes Athens. It was 11 at night, I still recall the TV show that was interrupted, the roaring sound, the trembling walls, the panic of evacuation. But also the excitement of not having to go to school and staying outdoors for days in a makeshift camp, a weird block party in […]
In our current state of governmental chaos, I hark back to a surprisingly overlooked statement by President Trump’s White House physician, Dr. Ronny Jackson. After completing his medical assessment of Trump, Jackson stated, and I paraphrase, that Trump was highly unusual in that each day he begins anew, unfettered by memory or attention to consequences […]
And now they pause on that hill where Dedalus, At the end of his flight, first fluttered to earth: He had risked himself to the sky, away and afloat To the north, through the cold air, unprecedented, Rowing with wings—which he then dedicated To you, Phoebus Apollo, there on the spot Where he landed, and […]
Five years ago, in the rotunda of the Fridericianum, where I sat with the other participants in The Parliament of Bodies for last night’s talk by Georges Didi-Huberman, there stood what artistic director Carolyn Christov-Bakargiev called ‘the brain’ of dOCUMENTA (13). A few posts ago I mentioned this area as encountered by Enrique Vila-Matas in […]