Friday, May 12, 2006

Poesis (Splitting)*

Restore form for the undead hover craft
Light is a fullness of exposure
Photography ensures a future for these words names
Remain in light drift to icy lines distant
Crystallize for all time a demolished name Niagra
Fight art with art unseen time is this other
This other of unfolding experience relation the fullness of exposure
Split the house and lift this unworked town craft like water falling unfailingly light
This is a magic of interruption
The crystal incompossibilty of all structure
A politics powers factor
The fullness of exposure

*composed Spring '05. Forthcoming in P-Queue.

Towards Exterior (Splitting)*


to Gordon Hadfield

TO H OVER
F OUR CORNERS CAP
A PAST OF HOUSING
SPL AY SP Y THE D I FFERENCE
DWELLING I N
W IN DOWS EYEBEAMS
EACH TO ITS D I VERGENCE
THIS GL I MPSE SUDDENLY
FULL OF US
TO HOVER SPL I T
F ILL US WITH THE WORLD


AGAIN TO MATTER
AGAIN ON THE MAKE
TO RAT TLE SPACE
A RESTING PLACE
IN THE DRAGS OF DAY TIME
THE ACCOM PAN I MENTS
OF A SAW


TO HOVER S PL IT
F I L L
US WITH THE WORLD
PON DERABLE
TO D I S COVER
THE PRE SENT
PRIVATE TO OPEN
THIS PUBLIC UP
AND FOR THAT MATTER
U TT ERLY ABEYANT
TO FI LL SP LIT H OVER
IMPON DERABLE
MY COVER


U P U TT ERLY ABEYEN T
N OO N N OO N FI LL S
THIS M ID NIGHT TO
AN ALCHEM Y A C OO L
WATCH OF SAW S
SEE W IS TFUL GRAF ITTI
WHAT CH ARMS WOULD
GRA TI FY S Y NCH
S TREET AN ALTER NATIVE O PEN


GRAFFI TI O F AN A
GRAFF IT I OF A N O


D ON’T RETREAT REC OIL FROM
A C O LD O F LAN GUAGE
DEM O LITION EV O LVES
BY SP O RES OF FIRST
INTERR UP TING STR UC TURE
LIKE THAT HI CC UP S Y STEM
WHICH SM O THERS S OO N
DI F FUSE F-ST OPS
DURATION DILATE SPECTACLE


AN ARC HE A N A RK
WE M A KE THE BEST IND EX
F IN GER T IM E’S FULLNESS
FIG UR ING A SL I VER
ST OR M OF NOON-TIDE DIAPHRAM V I B E
F O L D S I N T I M E


SEPT E MBER 11TH CHIL E
FOR VI CIO US HIS TORY
EX CAV ATION
I MAG I NES THE SK Y
A DIS ASTER WITH OUT TH E GRAV ITY


GRAFFITI RUNS ON TIME
PRO PHE SY ING A NO IS Y E YE
THE SEE ING EAR EVER IN P LIGHT


SHADE FLIGHT SPECTRAL
M O NEY M OO N ACR O SS O LD
SEE W O RTHY VE SS LES
P O WER IN A N EW F OR M
D O Y O U RE MEMBER
WHAT THE C O L D WAS LIKE
CR O SS ING SYN C O PES OF
AN EN LARG ING S LIVE R
SU F F E R ING
WHAT D O ES TIME KN O W
THAT SPACE CAN’T DO
CAN YOU REMEMBER A WAY ABOVE
SAVE THE DATE PARADISE
INDEED SPIRAL WITH Y OUR DEAD


KNOTS O N THE WAY T O HEAVEN
O THERS D ATES AN D TIME S
D O Y O U R EMEMBE R
BEATING WITH AN OTHER’S BLOOD
ABANDONED TO AN A BAND ONED BUILD ING

*composed Spring '05. Forthcoming in P-Queue.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Towards Exterior (Essay)*


Towards Exterior: on a photo-document of Gordon Matta-Clark’s *Splitting*

In the late 60’s and early 70’s, Chilean-American visual artist, Gordon Matta-Clark, was already exploring what would become his signature form: subtractive architectural “interventions” whereby the artist would cut up and extract parts from condemned and abandoned buildings, and document his process through photographs, films, letters and notes. To produce his 1974 work, *Splitting*, Matta-Clark enlisted the assistance of his benefactors, Holly and Horace Solomon, who owned properties in suburban New Jersey:

The property was a suburban one, but not an instance of the comfortable affluence that the word normally conveys. New York, like many major cities, abuts a ring of decaying, lower-density jurisdictions, whose residents once served more prosperous commuters or worked in light industries fleeing congested urban confines. The forlorn dwelling at 322 Humphrey Street in Englewood, which the Solomons planned to demolish later, lay squarely within such a precinct. When the weather warmed up in 1974, Matta-Clark, with Manfred Hecht and some others, set to work transforming the narrow, two-story house into the sculpture he called *Splitting* (Diserens 74).

As Corinne Diserens goes on to note in her essay, “More Songs About Buildings and Food,” the property offered to Matta-Clark by the Solomons for his projected work was one whose former tenants had been a poor African-American family. Later that same year, Matta-Clark would make another work, *Bingo*, under similar circumstances in a downtrodden Niagara Falls, NY. That two of Matta-Clark’s most important works were made after similar circumstances of suburban blight, circumstances that the artist must have been all-too-sensitive to if one takes into consideration the activist bent of his career as well as his well established political commitments (time and again Matta-Clark would make work at a nexus-point of social conflicts) and background (the artist’s father, Matta, was closely aligned with European Surrealist circles and an ardent champion of Leftist political efforts), is an observation I will return to in the last paragraphs of this essay.

*

*Splitting* is the result of five discrete acts of incision upon a condemned, suburban house – one along the center of the house lengthwise, the other four upon the house’s four corners. “First, the appliances and other debris left behind by its last, African-American tenants were relegated to the basement. Then, using a Sawzall (a large power version of a keyhole saw capable of piercing nail-embedded wood, cast iron, plaster, brick, and cement), the band of artists began by slicing a one-inch-wide vertical line marking the exact middle of the house’s longer axis. The cut extended from foundation to roof through the entire body of the house, where it neatly and implacably divided everything in its path: floors, stairs, railings, and landing”(Diserens 74).

In the photo-documentation of *Splitting* compiled in the 1974 monograph by the same name, one can discern from the interior and exterior of the structure a house basically intact except for a wedge beginning above the foundation and widening to a space no more than about a foot along the roof. Of all of the photographs of the work from the monograph, the one that is perhaps most striking and which has, at least, held my attention the most is a photograph taken from the house’s interior where the viewer can see the incision rising from the floor to a staircase banister and finally ascending upon the opposite wall fanning to a wedge-like shape. Through the wedge, sunlight glows less than it does glare at the viewer; the room is practically bare except for a power chord that runs along the landing and floor at the foot of the stairwell; the banister cleaves itself in such a way that it first looks as though the photograph had been itself cut, and the apparent "optical-illusion" of the cloven banister is indeed an effect Matta-Clark plays with as he cuts up and arranges *Splitting*’s photo-documents to produce collages offering views of the house’s interior otherwise unpresentable.

I would like to read the highly aestheticized photo-documents of *Splitting* (photographs that by their exquisitely detailing gray scale and sepia tones, and by their dramatic plays on light and shade stand as art works in their own right) alongside the ‘actual’ sculpture (a work no longer accessible to us except through Matta-Clark’s writings about the work and descriptions by the few who experienced the work first hand) in terms of the work’s historical context. I believe *Splitting*’s photo-documents lead us from a vertical dimension (what one might call, after the philosopher Emmanuel Levinas, *exteriority*) towards the historical and social problematic of the work’s production. In its "other-worldliness," its "strangeness" and literal exteriority, the splendidly glowing (if not also vaguely ominous) light opposing the photograph’s viewer (a light becoming-invasive too spiritual and sublime to be historical alone), would appear to me what should actually remain without graven image: that which Levinas has also termed *trace*, the *an-archic*, and *the face of the Other*.

I read *Splitting* specifically after Levinas’ books *Totality and Infinity* (1961) and *Otherwise Than Being* (1974), works considered to be the key works of Levinas’ ethical philosophy. In both texts, Levinas describes the primary encounter between a self or selves and *the Other* (*alterity* or *exteriority*) as a super-sensible instance interrupting sensible time and place whereby the Other calls a self out from its dwelling, an interiorization Levinas refers to as *chez-soi* (the dwelling of the self ‘at home’). For Levinas, such an encounter is one beyond the social, dialogic, political and interpersonal which yet presupposes these spheres of being, grounding them in what is otherwise. The primary location of this encounter, if it can be said to be a location at all, is in the Other’s face, a surface which by the quality of its infinitude expresses that it should be grasped neither by conceptualization nor epistemological or interpersonal understanding. From Levinas’ *Totality and Infinity* to his *Otherwise Than Being*, the imagined encounter between self and Other becomes all the more severe and urgent as the Other is imagined as a force that not only interrupts the self in its being-at-home, but terrorizes the self, in fact, taking it hostage.

We may also supplement Matta-Clark’s photograph with Jean-François Lyotard’s 1985 text after the America painter Barnett Newman, “Newman: The Instant”. In this work, Lyotard imagines a similar scene of terror and suffering before the Other. Only, in Lyotard’s text, what Newman and his viewer encounter and suffer before is not the otherness of another being’s expressive face, nor thought’s infinity per se, but the temporality of Newman’s compositions which instance a paradoxical time of creation – the occurrence of non-being’s passage to being:

The titles of many of [Newman’s] paintings suggest that they should be interpreted in terms of a (paradoxical) idea of beginning. Like a flash of lightning in the darkness or a line on an empty surface, the Word separates, divides, institutes a difference, minimal though it may be, and therefore inaugurates, [sic] a sensible world. This beginning is an antinomy. It takes place in the world as its initial difference, at the beginning of its history. It does not belong to this world because it begets it, it falls from a prehistory, or from a-history. The paradox is that of performance, or occurrence (*The Inhuman* 82).

Significantly, Lyotard reads Newman’s "zips" (the vertical lines cutting through Newman’s paintings) after the painter’s engagements with Jewish mysticism, and particularly the Kabbalistic concept of *Tsim Tsum* -- the sudden and immemorial event of divine creation. Insofar as the zips of Newman’s canvases appear as light sources breaking through or into the darker hues that surround them, and seem inexplicably to cleave surrounding color-fields, the zips may provide an aural-visual presentation of the violent instantaneity and immediacy of the *Tsim Tsum*.

According to Lyotard, the experience of Newman’s paintings is not that of a message being sent and received in one-to-one correspondence between messengers and receivers, but what transcends messages, messengers and receivers alike through the ‘thereness’ of its immediate and self-pointing address. In this sense, the experience of Newman’s paintings is less spatial than temporal, and (perhaps more complexly) less visual than aural-acoustic. It is an event by which, as Lyotard puts it, a viewer is *obligated* to heed the painting’s address and by heeding this address undergo the sublime temporality of the painting’s instance. *Obligation* would seem an off-putting term, yet this term should not be taken in any sense of there being an established moral order which must be dutifully followed (obligation should not be confused with Kantian *moral imperative*, however Lyotard’s concept may bear a likeness to Kant’s); rather, obligation indicates an ontological movement the viewer must undergo in order to experience or, more appropriately, bear witness to the painting in the sudden thereness of its presentation. And this may be the crucial difference between ethical and moral obligation for both Lyotard and Levinas: that moral imperatve is of the social, and ethical obligation of a time that both interrupts the social and presupposes it by situating existents exterior to the sensible and relational.

In Lyotard’s perhaps most important philosophical offering, *The Differend* (1983), the philosopher devotes an entire chapter to thinking speech acts of obligation after Levinas’ work. For Lyotard, the founding moment of obligation in the Judeo-Christian tradition is Abraham’s response “Here I am” to God’s call for him to sacrifice his son, Isaac (an event that I have little doubt Newman bases his own painting *Abraham* [1949] upon). The Abraham of Lyotard’s reading, as Lyotard cleverly indicates, is not a paranoid-psychotic commanded by a hallucinated voice, nor a merely sadistic father, but a self put in obligation to a command that, if it can be understood at all (and Lyotard’s reader eventually learns it can not), may only be understood in a duration constitutive of a non-totalizing and anti-telic eternity. This is a time of conflicting and contradictory judgments which God’s angels nor even God itself can foresee entirely or understand:

The angels themselves are prey to this blindness. ‘Driven out of Abraham’s house,’ Levinas writes, “Hagar and Ishmael wandered in the desert. When their water supply was spent, God opened Hagar’s eyes and she saw a well and gave drink to her dying son” [...]. So far, nothing abnormal, and we wouldn’t expect anything less from a God who is The Good. Still, this generosity aroused some reproach from the divine counselors (or bad aeons) that are the angels: they see farther than the ends of their noses and are acquainted with the ruses of history: “The angels protested: Wilt Thou bring up a well for one who will one day make Israel suffer?” God undoes the Hegelian trap: “What does the end of history matter, says the eternal. I judge each for what he is now and not for what he will become.” Even God does not and should not know the totality of events. It would be unjust were He to take into consideration what he is now and not for what he will become (*The Differend* 109).

For Lyotard’s Levinas, obligation is that which puts one in a relationship to the Other where one must hear and yet not understand a message, and through this refusal of understanding bear witness to expression itself as it founds the relationship between selves and the Divine and turns selves towards moral obligations and responsibilities among other beings. As Lyotard’s and Levinas’ texts bear out, this sublime temporality of witness is a terrifying one. Additionally, I have read somewhere (and since I have not been able to locate where I wonder if I didn’t imagine it) that it took Newman an unusually long time to finish painting the zip of *Abraham*. Was the completion of his painting deferred for fear of his subject matter? Whether I have remembered this fact correctly or imagined it, Newman’s painting may embody the event of Abraham suspended in the immemorial ‘not-yet’ of his sacrifice, and attest the inhuman willingness to heed the address of the Other his sacrifice entails. When Lyotard writes that “obligation is a modality of time rather than of space and its organ is the ear rather than the eye” (*The Inhuman* 81), the object of his critique are artworks that would represent pictorially rather than provide an aural witnessing-experience of the relationship of obligation, experiences by which one opens to an instant which holds its actors in sufferance by the fact that it is occurring in a duration paradoxically arrived and not-yet. Through an attunement to such calls, to *the* Call that repeats itself in the non-repetitive interruption of a time beyond and yet breaking into time, one is offered to a mode of reception and address ethical insofar as it is beyond the understanding of either the speaker or the listener.

Lyotard’s post-Levinasian instant of ethical obligation is a moment that interrupts the moral-social that it may return one to the social potentialized towards renewed moral responsiveness and action. And these wanderings through Lyotard’s and Levinas’ texts and Newman’s painting, I hope may return us to Matta-Clark’s photograph in its relation to his work as a whole – work that consistently places its viewer-witnesses among the most urgent social problems of the artist’s era.

The specific problem *Splitting*’s context holds is one of (sub)urban planning in its relation to economic and racial inequality. The house of *Splitting*, however it may have been received aesthetically by the artist’s closest circle (who were the only people other than his collaborators to see the work before it was demolished), and however sublimely it may exist for the viewer in surviving photo-documents, was a quite actual, if not historical, place to the African-American family who were the house’s last occupants.

I can not help but read Matta-Clark’s zip-like photograph of what must have been the interior of the living-room of the house as a photographic instance that attunes its viewer towards the inhospitableness of a society that would not provide better for its citizens by offering more equitable dwellings for all. As Jacques Derrida recognizes in his eulogy for Levinas, *Adieu*, such an inhospitableness attests to the persistent injustices of all societies that would continually turn-away (and turn away from) those within and without its boundaries bereft of homeland, domicile, identity and dwelling; concomitantly, such inhospitality attests to a society’s inability to make of itself an other, a self that would not welcome its own othernesses constitutive of movement, becoming and mobile identity – the ability to continually translate boundaries, to turn inside-out and outside-in, to be fluidly exterior and interior, beginning (archic) and beginningless (an-archic). Such an anarchism may also be recognized in the mobile interiors of Matta-Clark’s architectual subtractions wherein one moves constantly within spaces made porous to themselves and to what would otherwise remain outside them – those Matta-Clark himself, in a series of 1973 letters to friends, referred to playfully as part of a larger project towards *anarchitecture*.

Matta-Clark draws attention to the inequalities of dwelling throughout his subsequent work, but especially through the dramatic actions accompanying his photo-installation, *Made in American* (1976), which features photographs of shattered windows from housing projects in New York City. Matta-Clark installed the photographs of *Made in American* at a show entitled “Idea as Model” held at the Institute for Architecture and Urban Resources in lower Manhattan. As Corinne Diserens recalls: “Among the participants [of the show] were high-profile architects from the so-called New York Five: Richard Meier, Michael Graves, and Peter Eisenman (who also served as director of the Institute), for whom highly refined drawings were then the most prominent vehicles for their works and reputations”(103). In a crowning gesture to his installation, Matta-Clark returned to the show with an air-rifle, buzzed after a “late party” at the Solomons, to shoot out all of the windows within which his photographs were installed. As Diserens poignantly reads Matta-Clark’s action, and the outraged responses to that action, in terms of this essay’s conjunction of ethical and aesthetic responsibility:

The fellows of the Institute were, predictably, outraged when they arrived some hours later (Eisenmen being intemperate enough to liken Matta-Clark’s action to the Nazi storm troopers on *Kristallnacht*); the glaziers were called in and the piece eradicated by the end of the day. His action (retrospectively entitled *Window Blow-Out*) was patently reckless with the safety of bystanders at the moment of its execution. And it could not escape a certain urban picturesque, in that the shooting mimicked the despairing delinquency behind the endemic vandalism in the city. But the eradication of the piece, which amounted to an instantaneous summoning of the ‘urban resources’ required to repair the damage, actually completed it – and lifted it out of these particular dead ends. The critical point was neatly made, with greater power than any polemic, because the subject of the piece – the Institute itself – was maneuvered into acting out its message: If this deterioration was intolerable to Eisenman and his colleagues for even a moment, why was it tolerable day in and day out in the South Bronx or Lower East Side? (103)

In its spiritual richness as well as in its historical fact, the photograph of Matta-Clark’s *Splitting* I have chosen to write after is one that I believe may offer a haunting index to his life’s work as that work puts the ontologically otherwise in relation to the social and historical. What is especially haunting for me is not only the uncanny beauty of that photograph (a photo which I have had on my wall now and have been studying for months) but as well what I take to be its accusing and obligating address. The exigent address of the *Splitting* photo as well as many other artifacts of Matta-Clark’s all but physically vanished works (that is, with the exception of extractions he made of structures like the *Splitting* house that exhibit frequently and create another interesting degree of mediation between his original interventions and their subsequent presentation and documentation) turn us to the ontologically otherwise in order that we may turn better towards an actual world in which artworks, as many of Matta-Clark’s works instance, are so much a matter of radically pragmatic and tactical actions taken within a world at large.

Works Cited:

Corinne Diserens ed. *Gordon Matta-Clark*. London: Phaidon Press Limited, 2003.

Jean-Francois Lyotard. *The Differend: Phrases in Dispute*. Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 1988.

______. *The Inhuman*. Stanford: Stanford University Press, 1991.


*composed summer 05'-present. Forthcoming in Sarah Campbell's P-Queue.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Drawing Restraint ("second summer shed")


“Cocoon above! Cocoon below!”
--Emily Dickinson


A place for perforation
The spirit-skin

Because it is dark
We can only pretend

Where hands end
Knives begin.

*

This is of neither of our ends
Nor constitutive of a means

Invisible bees for effect
And amputations together

We make a new soul
Our vessel is called creation

Vigilance is made from a mold
Whereof we are this eventual crust.

*

Horror being made
Of these products and joy being made

Of these ducts
Culture is a process

Of horrifying enjoyment
These limbs beginning in the soul

Are delimited and first:
"My life, my gas"

*

Being a drawing...

Sex is a mouth full of pearls
and blackened teeth

Sex is a decision for decision,
l'esprit de corps.

*

To ceremony The Open.

To perforate envelope.

Cocoon above, cut below.

*

"In thoughts of the visions
of night, I saw

long rows of angels in paradise,
each with his hands

in a jar of spermeceti."
"Who would think, then,

that such fine
ladies and gentlemen

should regale themselves
with an essence

found in the inglorious
bowels of a sick whale."

4 Spiritual Poems

"Instinct intent on its own preservation does not touch, because it does not encroach on cinders that replace distance but affect no space."
--Louis Zukofsky

1.

All the glass disappeared.
All the cases.

Only the case
Was left. In other words

Other words
Will fail us if they don’t

Now they will then.

The proximity of dark
Informing our kindred
Hyperspaces.

The pen
Of the hid.

The holocausts
Still kindled.

2.

Love thought too much.

We decided
To decide.

We decided there should be
A third party

Whose body
Should purely be

An object
And we will enjoy

That object as if
It were each other’s body.

The video plays on but
What will be sovereign.

3.

Imagine the dark were your
Body.

An envelope for
Your body. Your body

An envelope
For thought.

Thought an intention
Of feeling.

Feeling a parousia of cause.

4.

“He wouldn’t
Say shit

If his mouth
Were full of it”.

Two Sonnets

for Stephen Ratcliffe

Grey-green room into
One thought out the other
Remarks on color music
A skeptic’s ear can only render

Belief for the eyes all the times
Time becomes interesting
This interest itself a context
Of pulses and pulses circling

The face of all interiors
Grey-green room waves describe
Walls as gestures
All that interested him anymore

Were deictics like
Revolutionary categories.

It would be a word of interest
And sound would be thought’s mine
We wouldn’t stop pointing
Not at the body somewhere else

Nor at the bottom of bottom
In the staging of the real
The stage directions real also
A real finger pointing to an actual ghost

Of words a gas of vaseline
And ultimate animations cartoonish
Primogeniture where words
Can’t be put a point is a place for us

We too Banquo we too
Weather and a place to put it.