This isn’t really a post, it is a reminder; a memorial. As Minus Plato prepares for its 10 year anniversary (and potential conclusion) next year in May 2022, I am thinking a lot about that ‘Minus’ and what it means (and, specifically, what it means for me). On reading Jacques Derrida’s Archive Fever: A Freudian […]
In a piece she titled Anima, or Soul, which she executed in Oaxaca in 1976, she appropriated the Mexican tradition of fireworks displays by having a bamboo armature made in the shape of her own body, attaching small fireworks to it, and setting them ablaze (pl. 18). As is common in her other works, this […]
One should never erect from a plane or from a drawing; on the contrary, the authentic path is to create infinite possible projections in space – daughters, not mothers. The wind is a space covered with times and aromas. The ocean wanted to be a cloud, because I was sad I was witness White heart […]
Walking around Washington Square Park, I sometimes think I see Ana [Mendieta] running, circling the park as she used to. We would wave to one another and continue on our individual routines. – April 1992
Suppose one’s body could be traced back through a succession of geometric solids, as rare and pure as crystalline structures, taking form from the pressure of recalled external forces… the incubator, laundry-box, font, pram, boat, shoe, wigwam, bed, piano, desk, horse, temple, door …… and if geometry is an expression of eternal and exact truths, […]
April 10 (1940). People were so overcome with panic that they took the coffin outside of a hearse and placed it on the sidewalk outside the Handelsbygningen so they could flee in the hearse.
On September 26, 1954, the eighteen year-old Alejandra Pizarnik recorded in her diary: I must write or die. I must fill up notebooks or die. Two days later she added, I want to free myself! I want to live!
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 […]
