This week, in spite of clearing my throat, I don’t yet feel like I’ve found my voice. As yesterday’s post testifies, my librarian – old Loosh, Minus, Mr Feddle, whatever you want to call him – is so often in a rush to get these daily missives out there, that he doesn’t represent me or […]
is how Pamela M. Lee describes Martine Syms’ ten-minute video Notes on Gesture (2015) in her book The Glen Park Library: A Fairy Tale of Disruption (no place press, 2019). I am looking at a spread of Syms’ 2020 book Shame Space (Primary Information) comprising a seascape and a room with two empty swivel office […]
It is still taking me some time to loosen up my (metaphorical) tongue after the silence of the last few weeks. Sure, I know he’s still been posting every day, but he’s not been channeling my voice and so I need get back into the swing of speaking to you through my stenographer/librarian. Yesterday I […]
Ok, enough placeholders. From now on, you will hear from me directly and not mediated via the cut and paste of quotations, images and links. This means that the books that prompt these words – which I dictate to my faithful librarian for you to read – will now be moved into the background. Since […]