On September 17th, 2017, the last day of documenta 14, I wrote a Minus Plato post called ‘Exit through the Trojan Horse’. Today’s post – one of a handful left before Minus Plato ends on May 4th, 2022 – borrows the same title as part of a collaboration with documenta 14 artist Daniel García Andújar […]
He cannot talk to his father about Our Library of the Future, but even if he could, I don’t know if he would be able to. There is a (radical?) softness to his openness to the flow of books from here to there, not to mention my presence as a narrator of sorts, that questions […]
This morning I passed through the pages Philip J. Deloria’s Becoming Mary Sully, looking past the names, for a word: ‘Gossip’. Beyond the above image, there was nothing written there or here online about this work or word by Sully and so I took another – well-worn – route, back to documenta 14. Here is […]
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 […]
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 […]
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. […]
In the museum or the university, the story remains the same. On the one hand, an institution’s strong physique is measured in outsized philanthropy and thick endowments, as administrators make public-facing boasts of rich collections and academic excellence. On the other hand, internal messaging is one of dispossession and precarity, from cuts and layoffs to […]
I am sitting in a room, different from the one you are in now. It is that vague time between the COVID-19 lock-down and the great reopening. With the lynching of Ahmaud Arbery on my mind, I scribble the following oddly formed questions into my notebook: what position is left for, or forced upon you, […]
