Friday, November 16, 2007

The Course of Particulars (Intro)


The Course of Particulars: introduction for Terry Cuddy

Tell X that speech is not dirty silence
Clarified. It is silence made still dirtier.
~ Walace Stevens

This immediacy, in the fullest sense, of relation to artworks is a function of mediation, of penetrating and encompassing experience...
~ Theodor Adorno

Since I have known Terry Cuddy, his work has existed between design, the printed book, multimedia, video, site-specific installation, live music performance (including a rock opera, *Dr. Steadfast’s Last Migraine*), sound recording, and an ongoing investigation of sound and visual image, image and text. For anyone of lesser energy and commitment such a synthesis of approaches to making art would result in a dilletantishness. With Cuddy, his variety of approach seems natural, even necessary.

Cuddy’s practice is an intensely local one that nevertheless always touches problems of global importance. Minute particulars move towards universals, extending themselves as such, twisting like an arras in this extension. In this way Cuddy is a distinctly North America ‘nominalist’ (Emerson) during a time when it is most regrettable—ethically, politically, culturally—in many ways to be one. Like Muriel Rukeyser, William Carlos Williams, Wallace Stevens, Charles Olson, Susan Howe and other Modernists before him he represents a genius of place as the local always remains in relation to other localities and individuals in his work—a world at large.

During a time of goth. revival, hyper-appropriation, virtual realities, and neo-psychadelia in popular visual art there is something unfashionable, and therefore difficult, about Cuddy’s commitment to a Modernist legacy indebted to traditions of film and video art (Hollis Frampton, James Benning, Tony Conard, Nam Juin Paik and others come to mind) as much to poetry and critical theory (Barthes, Benjamin, Adorno, Wittgenstein). After these confluent Modernist strains Cuddy returns compulsively to problems of representation, how sound, image and text synaesthetically mediate our understandings of the world as political, ethical and social beings; how, what’s more, a citizenry is inculcated in an era of American democracy’s last gasps.

In a video from 2004, Cuddy poses as the host of a home improvement program. He explains that in last week’s episode he was doing some work on the basement of a house and now he will show that work to the viewer. When, in the next scene, we find Cuddy in the basement he provides commentary on the renovations. While Cuddy talks a box appears in the center of the room. The presence of this box is unsettling in its familiarity, a text-book example of the uncanny. Before Cuddy leaves the shot ostensibly to show the viewer another room of the house he explains that he will take a photograph of the basement to document the renovation. A hand appears in the frame of the video and snaps a photograph; the photograph takes unusally long to flash, producing a stroboscopic light effect. The hand of the photographer, ominously, is wearing a white glove. The hand looks official, authoritative—like that of a doctor, or inspector. There is the pervasive sense this hand represents "the law," and that we have been at this scene of a domestic crime—a crime of interiority—many times before. In the following scene we are asked to compare the photograph just taken to another one. This later photograph is yellowed and pixellated, and shows the walls and ceiling of a room damaged by water.

When I saw Cuddy’s video for the first time I had not seen the photographs of Abu Grahib yet. I couldn’t bring myself to look at them, couldn’t make a “friend of horror” to quote Chris Marker after Marlon Brando’s Kurtz in *Apocalypse Now*. I sometimes wonder what my reaction would have been to Cuddy’s video had I seen it after encountering the Abu Grahib photos, especially that of the hooded man standing arms outspread with electric wires dangling from his chest. In the following scene of Cuddy’s video we see a television. While a program plays a hand begins to draw on the television screen with a magnet (a technique of vintage video art) slowly revealing the silhouette of the now iconic Abu Grahib prisoner. As the figure is gradually revealed a voice-over explains something about the relation between figure and ground; meanwhile the channels start to change, and eventually surf rapidly.

Through such forms of mediation—the parody of popular home improvement programs like *This Old House*, the use of historic video techniques, and appropriation of television footage—Cuddy fuses attentive and distracted attentions, diverging from both. The result is moral critique in the form of negative consciousness. The images we receive in the video are made things—that is, they are visibly produced—and Cuddy's viewer remains aware of this throughout. Beyond such awarenesses of form, Cuddy describes a haunted content. The memory of Abu Grahib as it is both affixed by indelible iconicity (the silhouetted image of the prisoner magnetized on the tv set) and erased by an attention deficient spectatorship (that of channel surfing and home improvement programs both).

As we might also say after Chris Marker's *Sans Soleil*, Cuddy makes us see “the black” in lieu of deferred contentment--"happiness". Procedure creates a blindness the origin and termini of an imaginative-critical faculty (and this is the dream of an anachronistic Modernist aesthetic practice as it collides with politics, the socially ‘real’, to this day). Form renders its contents senseless, anti-mimetic, and so produces meaning, has effects, instead. What is at stake in Cuddy’s work is finally consciousness itself as a form of action. Historical mediation via 'intermedia' as useful, if not instrumental. Playfully instrumental. Creatively didactic. A moralism that hints and points and winks.

In Cuddy’s most recent video, *The Harriet Complex*, we move among a series of scenes informing a controversy about Harriet Tubman’s commemoration in Auburn, New York, the final resting place of Tubman’s body and incidentally Cuddy’s home town. The specificity, the concise localness of Cuddy’s video, which features children performing a play about Tubman’s life in a local grammar school, a town counsel meeting where arrogant counselmen (and they are all men) argue whether an interstate that runs thru Auburn should be named after the seminal Abolition leader (in the end, an argument prevails the interstate should not be named after Tubman since this would make race an “issue” in the town, and therefore divide the citizenry along racial lines), a beautiful sequence of animated topological maps tracing Tubman’s Underground Railroad routes, and synthesized video images of town monuments commemorating Tubman, as well as photos and other documents of Tubman’s person.

Memorably, in the final scene of the video, Cuddy’s friends, family and community read letters written by locals and published in the local newspaper concerning the naming of Auburn’s highschool after Tubman (a commemorative controversy prior to debates about the naming of the interstate). During this segment each shot presents a close-up of the speaker’s mouth. That one only sees the mouths of the speakers is estranging, and distances what is said from what is seen, image from voice, ventriloquist from that thrown. That the letters are spoken by people of all different ages, genders, shades of skin, etc. provides yet another degree of reflection. The content of the letters, in their sequencing, demonstrate racial antagonism as it occurs rhetorically through the typical “letter to the editor” forum. In the very words used to state the problem of commemoration, the often absurb and illogical rhetorical arguments against the naming of the highschool, racism is revealed as banal, a quotidian evil. Unpressed by events more exigent than the seemingly apolitical decision to name a school or highway, racism remains unexamined critically and therefore abandoned as an "issue" in the town.

Through a variety of techniques and tactics Cuddy consistently returns his viewer to the fact that something is being watched, and reproduced as such (if the viewer is in fact a coproducer of aesthetic objects, and not merely subject to a work’s or author‘s authority). While certain techniques of *The Harriet Complex* would appear in loving tribute to early video art—a moment Cuddy certainly feels himself located by, and to take-up—I think they also revitalize video art’s relation to content. The content in this case is racism observed at an extraordinarily local level while extending towards problems of global import: who gets remembered, and how so on the basis of their skin-color? At a micro-political level, Cuddy’s video contains many of the problems we must still confront if racial ressentiment is to be overcome.

The key to activating this overcoming, as Cuddy’s video substantiates, is not to make speech a dirty silence clarified (to paraphrase Wallace Stevens’ poem, "The Creations of Sound"), but to make silence 'still dirtier'. That is, the more levels of mediation between a work of art and its content—the more semblance and the 'real' are related by craft—the closer we may feel to the actuality of a social problem in all of its messiness, contradiction, and the different positions of its interlocutors and actors. Or, to put it in the terms of Theodor Adorno: it is only through the mediation of artworks that social contradiction will be presented as truth *beside* political actions, consequences and effects. I feel this being *beside* as I encounter Cuddy’s work again.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

'Or of your time sense in no time'

for Eléna Rivera

'[...] the vast sorrow in between
what is reported and what one sees'
~ Eléna Rivera

'now-time' or of any century sut
ured so 'this is this' what is meant
"I" was that 'cincture endemic to
no one we boarded a non-sense
non-entity of trains the police

police they asked for the man's I.
D.--"you understand I.D.?"-- lik
e he was a moron and not one un
derstanding he was human at th
at moment utterly interpellated--

accused as always so difficult to
get the animal 'breath' back it's no
t easy being undead when we wro
te the poem the poem wrote us b
ack into life we asked to have ey

es but all we were given was com
munication--a 'bare life' for sign
ificance--referents towering com
mand our sorrow in fact you are
in Sante Fe and not here and I am

not in Sante Fe and not here also
what distance must I occupy to
have sight to save face from hard
ship proximities with which we
"deal" otherwise--'a many girded/

where mercy sleeps soundly'*--if I
am to fathom anything at all it is
the smaller frame of your words
their distance as Oppen taught us
to trust words as things otherwise

in their seeing than 'reportage'--
an event all our own but shared
if to overhear is to see I saw him
say 'swimming is to cadence as
music to breathing' but we are al

ways drowning likewise by rhetor
ical possibility 'at the war' we fou
nd another time other times and
these were sometimes adequate
to continue to face reality as if to

continue in some assurance or s
urety to continue with the names
as they fall away to sound to clu
tch a fragment figment vast in its
presence against 'society' per se

to endure 'age' as it flows upon
us an external pressure Stein sa
ys WWI made everyone 'Modern'
so what does that make us a ser
ies of ones valued for being con

temporary a civilian war of the m
ind and body as it continues in t
heir market aether 'Not Saleable'
one disclaimed but then she ide
ntified herself principally with the

market crash that seems immin
ent against any historicity will on
e build a better commons made
from waste products the sky has
become hasty and the ground no

t much better with impatient dan
cing 'mother fucking crazy' an ir
onic twist on the Rap song if the
re ever was one--'all I want to do
is - - - - - and take your money'

--while the 'real' guns fire in a di
stance of sense an ironic sense o
f 'missing in action' as if missing
itself were without an alibi--rep
orted though never actually seen.

*this line and the epigraph above are taken from Rivera's unpublished "Movement in the Upper Region"

Monday, November 12, 2007

Same Age

For the people of that flow
Are new, the old
New to age as the young
To youth
~ George Oppen

All the consequences return
contemporary to our research snow

after all of “us” has gone into
which misprision nothing begets

because you are here or I am
any one across that darker

always the distances the mind
that begets them so ice ellipsed

ice a syntax I want that mind
your mind as it can’t be here

for me given to its strangeness
your body blanked-out by the light

up there itself a kind of information
no one should actually sense

our sex given to shade or find
larger circumference elsewhere

space you look into multiple
in its vacuity also looks out

at us as once desiring in this
city we seemed the same age.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

A Multitude of Elsewheres


Vito Acconci A Live Reading Swiss Institute November 7th

Being better acquainted with Acconci’s language-based performances and photographic works from the 60’s and 70’s it was a refreshing surprise to hear him read from unrealized architectural and design projects this past Wednesday evening.

During the reading the artist read four ‘chapters’ from the writing project, each chapter dealing with a different architectural theme (e.g. ‘Buildings Inside/Out’). Between chapters Acconci played ‘interludes’—CD tracks of some of his 70’s recording projects. That the 70’s recordings should be interposed Acconci’s mainly 90’s and 00’s architectural writings proved a bit like time-travel (“Vito” then, “Vito” now), yet also consistent with a sense of delay pervasive throughout Acconci’s entire work.* For instance, the series of performances he did in the early 70’s involving the transportation of his library back and forth from his West Village apartment to a gallery where he was showing Uptown; when he wanted to peruse any of his books he would have to get on a train, delaying research. Or the infamous St. Mark’s Poetry Project “reading” consisting of a series of phone calls to the audience at the Project from different phone booths throughout the city. Acconci’s represented voice arrived, as well as his coordinates on the “grid,” however never the bodily presence of the performer one expects from a poetry reading context.

If any delay is at work in Acconci’s reading of last Wednesday it is that of architectural endeavors that also never embody or presence themselves for any number of reasons (because the money doesn’t exist, or technology hasn’t become sufficiently developed; because a particular location is not available or convenient). Among the projects Acconci proposed one of my favorites was his plan for a “research station” in Antarctica. Here the metaphysical thrust of the artist’s writings was felt as Acconci announced ‘an Antarctica of the mind’ and imagined ‘seeing the mind’ itself through the ‘blankness’ of Antarctica. ‘Think of this world as a blank piece of paper’. The ‘beacon’ of the Antarctica research station, likewise, would project a light not for ‘anyone’ (as hardly any one goes to Antarctica and fewer still inhabit it) but for ‘itself’. A communion or conveyance with the stars (‘information gets pulled down from the stars’). A space-age movie house for a cold, iconoclastic geography (‘a movie that is the air we breathe’).

Many of the spaces Acconci chose for his implausible projects may be considered utopian in a literal sense, the term deriving from the Latin for “no place”. In the spirit of Italo Calvino’s *Invisible Cities* or (closer still) Arakawa/Gins’ *Reversible Destiny* projects Acconci enumerates spaces of potentiality, the drafts of an accomplished artist-architect’s imagination unloosed.

Other projects I especially liked were for a garden at W. 24th St. in New York City along Chelsea’s “Highline”. Here a ‘crisscross of moving greenery’ would allow the occupant to ‘move through a magic carpet’ eventually ‘becom[ing] a spaceship [him]self’. Other aspects of Acconci’s utopian projects were to confuse opposed categories such as “nature” and “culture,” “appearance” and “reality,” “identity” and “non-identity,” “surface” and depth,” “inside” and “out,” “public” and “private”. As the utopian must admit the all-too-specific as well as the wildly implausible Acconci also projected a National Quilt museum for Indiana where each room of the museum would showcase a different type of quilt, or quilt by itself. Here the artist acknowledged the quilt as an American art form exemplary for its “multitude of elsewheres”: places, identities, substances, beliefs, fabrics and stitching patchworked.

Other projects included a “Plaza of Plazas” for Strausbourg whereby the elements of the typical plaza should be set into motion creating a plaza its occupants ‘never knew they wanted until they formed it by accident’. Also a ‘Sculpture Jungle’ for the Czech Republic (‘another world that’s somewhere but isn’t here yet’) and a ‘transfer’ for an airport in Atlanta.

In the ‘transfer’ piece the connection between the “no place” of Acconci’s unrealized projects and writing itself was evident in the many puns at play (‘you have lost your head, you have gained still another head’), as well as the conceitful position of Acconci’s narrator (first he tells his reader he is home in NYC, then says he has lied, he is in Atlanta, then says he is ‘nowhere’, he is at an airport, writing). Indeed we have perhaps always been nowhere before Acconci’s work, which consistently pits its audience between here and there, arriving and departing, potential and actual, on paper and off. For Acconci, who began his career as a poet and in so many ways still acts as one, language itself finally seems the ultimate elsewhere.

*for more about Acconci’s ‘delay’ see Craig Dworkin’s introduction to Acconci’s 2005 MIT Press book, *Language to Cover the Page* (ed. Dworkin).

Monday, November 05, 2007

Context’s Dream


Adam Pendleton *The Revival* Stephan Weiss Studio November 1st

The gospel service can’t exist without complete prior agreement about the nature of the image/vision and its truthfulness. You can’t doubt and sing with abandon. The identification, the location of the singer within the image has to be total. There is no room for the distance of irony.
~ John Taggart

Despite the stunningly gorgeous and accomplished Gospel-style of Adam Pendleton’s *The Revival*—with preaching by Pendleton himself, full two-bandstand Gospel choir, and three-piece band—perhaps the most striking thing about Pendleton’s work was his original recontextualization of performance models rooted in African-American spirituality and cultural history with texts by “experimental” writers such as John Ashbery, Charles Bernstein, Paolo Javier, Jena Osman and Leslie Scalapino.

Historically there has been a disjunct between (mainly) white, “avant garde” language experiment and Black arts movements. Books such as Nathaniel Mackey’s *Discrepant Engagement* and scholarship by Kamau Braithwaite, Adelaide Morris and Aldon Nielsen have done much recently to reconsider the problem. Likewise an upsurge of radically formal writing by African Americans in the past 30 years have done much to alter the problem by adding new voices to the terrain. Some of these writers include Will Alexander, Tonya Foster, Erica Hunt, C.S. Giscombe, Harryette Mullen, Nathaniel Mackey, Julie Patton, Christopher Stackhouse and Tyrone Williams. In Pendleton’s performance the connections between radical formal experiment and adverse cultural content are not so much explicit, as embodied by an appropriative enunciation of diverse texts.

Such a binary is further complicated by Pendleton’s inclusion of texts from Jesse Jackson’s presidential campaign, whereby Jackson acknowledges and mourns his loss among supporters, and texts by Gay writer and health activist Leonard Kramer. Through the play of these texts and others, but especially those with a specific political occasion such as Jackson’s and Kramer’s, Pendleton tarries in the most literal (and textual) of ways among various conflicted, if not antagonistic, cultural-political identities.

That Pendleton mediates and reinvents Black Christian “revival” is as much a throw back to the communal forum that *is* African-American religious practice, as much as to the tactical experiments of the Language Writing communities of the 70’s through the present. In the writings of Charles Bernstein (whom Pendleton “lifts”) and Bruce Andrews (who fortuitously was in the audience for Pendleton’s performance) one encounters modes of writing that consistently trouble unified enunciation as they set different subject positions, speech acts and affective registers against one another to ethical, political and amoral ends. Such modes can be witnessed as early as Bernstein’s mid-70’s chapbooks collected in his book *Republics of Reality*— *Parsing*, *Shade*, and *Poetic Justice*—as well as (in)famously in Andrew’s book *I Don’t Have Any Paper So Shut Up*. Before Language Writing one could detect similar tactics in New York School poets such as John Ashbery (also appropriated by Pendleton’s monologue), Barbara Guest and James Schuyler, who interrogated “lyrical subjectivity” through similarly appropriative techniques and ironic modes of address.

The recourse to ironic address in Language Writing and the New York School seem a deliberate and strategic wrinkle in the Gospel revival format. Yet I would never call *The Revival* strictly “ironic”. In Pendleton’s negotiation of the various voices and intertexts he weaves within his monologue, 'an uncommon dream of language’, a critical distance from the emotive thrust of Gospel musical accompaniment was always in play. In this provision the performance felt Brechtian at times, as though Pendleton were preventing sympathetic identification from his audience to affect critical distance. Simultaneously, there was something all the more “moving” in the play between Pendleton’s “remix” and the revival format—as though each complemented one another, or better yet realized the effects of the one through the other.

Such a confusion of effects attests to a larger intention at work in *The Revival*. For one of the things that may truly bind an African-African cultural discourse with ongoing Modernist literary experiment is the sense that Transcendence so-called may only emerge in Immanence itself given to “life” by embodiment, historical complexity and material interconnectedness. In many of the texts Pendleton “remixed” inheres the idea that redemption should not be found in any “beyond”—a world “outside” this one, a Transcendental or fundamental Being—so much as in a force that binds any number of individuals existing within a larger “community” or multiplicity. So the attention is thrown off “God” and “redemption” to the difficulties of the “created”. The following is language I transcribed during the performance:

“it’s almost two years now” “the brightness filled” “it’s as if the war never happened” “not the ghost of the novel” “the memories you ground down” “the shape of a beautiful table remains” “and some day a name day” “will go unrecorded”

“it’s almost two years now and your deliverance is right here” “and your God betrayed you” “no wave of recollection comes gushing back in his love” “and your salvation is inside you” “and the them was articulated” “the brightness filled in” “your glory it is inside you” “it’s over here” “and his salvation is inside you” “and I said his glory”

“the them was” “the brightness filled in” “the war never happened” “not” “no one who saw me” “would ever believe me” “in your God”*

The immanent tendencies of the revival format binds Pendleton’s *The Revival* to 20th century “avant garde” language practices and performance insofar as both geneologies would propose an anti-transcendence, or a transcendence that only may occur as a kind of revival through mediation—the mediation of a socius in embodied linguistic fact. “Our” deliverance “is here” if only because “we” are here and “inside” at the same time. Against the racist political system of the United States government (which Jackson’s speech presences rhetorically), and the neglect of Queer health issues and emergencies by the same government (which Kramer’s text renders pathetic), Pendleton would finally recognize in the writers he has chosen to lift and in *The Revival*’s format a relationship shared by ritualized spirituality (religion), social responsibility and language/expression.

That Pendleton included “testimonies” in his performance highlights yet another relationship between language, performance and ethical behavior. Both the visual artist Liam Gillick and poet-scholar Jena Osman provided “testimony” interrupting Pendleton’s monologue and the music of *The Revival*. Osman’s testimony specifically concerned the poet Charles Reznikoff who in the 30’s wrote two volumes of poems entitled *Testimony* by transforming legal transcripts from the 1890’s throughout the 1910’s into verse. In Reznikoff’s poetry all of the language is “found,” however in its selection and transformation dramatizes real ethical dilemmas and responsibilities as they are given in and by language. A particular phrase Osmon quoted from Reznikoff seemed to comment on Pendleton’s own intentions as a language-based performance artist: “I didn’t invent the world, I felt it”. However “critical” or “analytical” my experience of *The Revival* was and was geared to be, in the end it was all “felt” where feeling becomes its own critique. Where beyond critique and feeling lies the arduous path of meaning itself.

*quotation marks indicate breaks in live transcription.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

A New York Poem

~ for Jane Sprague, 10/24-25, 2007*

Fall finally came like an index to this space of the page cities
Memories I finally read the postcards you sent me yesterday

Bound like a Dickinson fascicle told me in a clipped way your
Husband had a bicycle accident while the fires have their way
In Southern California “four migrant workers dead” a headline

Reads predictably then moved on to another topic as postcards
Tragically do is this the voice New York poems put on in all

Their ironic feeling and what they suppress a remnant of all was
Actually felt we are all tragedies and accidents these days it seems
The weather’s trying to tell us something a space between places

We try to put the ‘mind’ incessantly thinking and the ‘eye’s mind’
As if the two were anything different the actual matter of print

Advertisement abounds this is a New York poem after all and
What would a New York poem be without advertisement other
Banalities gossip a little run-on conversation goes a long way

To understand the tragic that precious space cleaves thinking
And action shakes the leaves exhausted by an autumnal heat.

*"A New York Poem" will appear in the forthcoming Boog City New York Poetry Anthology.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Delay in Glass Enacted


Tony Conrad *Window Enactment* Greene-Naftali Gallery October 30th

Tony Conrad is perhaps best know for his film *The Flicker* and his seminal contributions to early Minimalist music in the 60’s, and less well know for his work in visual art performance. His recent showings at Greene-Naftali gallery prove the tides are changing for Conrad as his entire career is being taken better into account by art critics, historians and fans alike. Since a seminar I took with Conrad at the University of Buffalo and through my encounters with Tony while living in Buffalo I have known him to be a consummate performer, if not principally performative, since 2001. Conrad’s singular personality, his mischievous and careful control of performance details, place him as a performer foremost before his formidable achievements as a musician and time-based media artist.

Conrad’s performance at Greene-Naftali, *Window Enactment*, left many in the audience seemingly baffled as to what he was up to. My own reception of the performance is conditioned by the fact that I could not see much of what was being “enacted” as it could only be viewed through a relatively small window set in a corner of the spacious and open gallery. As I consider other performances I’ve witnessed by Conrad, I don’t doubt it was his point to frustrate an audience’s view of the performance and thus their overall reception of the work.

The performance began with a projected video image of a house set-construction with a single window set within its edifice. This video played for an unusually long duration (five minutes or so) preempting frustration among many in the audience who sat and stood in anticipation of what would eventually occur. I suspect this video image, clearly a reproduction of a Super 8 film, was shot in the 70’s as the press release to *Window Enactment* places the work’s composition somewhere between 1970 (with a parenthesized question mark following the date) and 2007. So *Window Enactment* is something long in the making—a delay in (literal) glass—like many of Conrad’s projects which he has only recently taken up again after renewed interest in his career.

Following the projection were a series of scenes, tableaus and performance-‘events' whose only unifying logic seemed to be a meta-critical view of aesthetic participation, pleasure and spectatorship: what is seen and what can’t be seen, who sees who (through the window), what is called to attention as exhaustive (and thereby ironic) banality, and what as titillating perversion, exhibition, scopophilia, fetish, ambiguous ambient presence. The fact that the audience should view the performance enacted through a window seems both allegorical and effective, the window establishing a private space for the viewer to peer *into* and for the performers to see *out of*, watching the audience with binoculars at one point and by various other voyeuristic means at others. Regardless a panoptical ('two-way') gaze was heavily in play throughout the performance foregrounding the window itself in its obtrusive, mediating character.

Much of what I could see from my vantage in the gallery were naked bodies performing simple domestic tasks like setting and clearing a dining table, dressing and undressing, watching television, playing LPs, turning off and on lights, and having basic conversations by cell phone. Discerning some of the cell conversations (for example, “I can’t come right now ‘cause I can’t go right now ‘cause I am stuck right now. Why don’t you come over?...” I was struck by their utter banality; the performers would talk about what they ate for lunch that day and other small-talk in between heavy breathing and sexual innuendo. Some of the tableaus reminded me of the work of Paul McCarthy and Mike Kelly with whom Conrad has collaborated throughout his career, and notably before Kelly and McCarthy were the art world figures they are today. I was also reminded of the kitsch of Jack Smith for whom Conrad assisted on sound for Smith’s ‘underground’ classic *Flaming Creatures*, as well as George Kuchar and Abigail Child whose films and videos involve melodrama and kitsch similarly.

In Conrad’s performances an air of mystery and fascination is consistently over-determined by perverse behaviorist experiment. As soon as the audience has sunk with the performers to an extreme level of boredom Conrad will put on a light show with flash or “clapper” lights—post-psychedelic era “eye-candy”— or hold a nude Minimalist chamber concert to recall the audience’s active interest. Here there is a dialectic between the anesthetizing quotidian as it exhausts the viewer, and the spectacular wondrous as it maintains the viewer’s curiosity forcing the more patient viewer (more than half the audience cleared out before the performance was finished including many I know to be sympathetic with Conrad’s work) to continue attending the performance.

Conrad is for me a perverted performance artist who yet raises many exigent and critical questions about the relationship between audience and performer/artist as they embody problems of power, and visual-sonic empowerment especially, in post-Modern Western culture. That I could not see much of what went on finally during the performance (however I did sneak closer and closer to the most advantageous perspective before the window as much of the audience with the choicest seating cleared out) and therefore report ‘accurately’ on ‘what happened’ seems par for the course with much of Conrad’s performance work as the work deliberately underscores the relationship between performers, audience and artist-performer-director. As one gathers from much of the sound and visuals of *Window Enactment*, Conrad is also a master in control of his craft who knows how to deliver the beautiful, exquisite and frenetic in respite, if not respect, to his audience’s frustrated attention.

Thom Donovan

Thursday, November 01, 2007

EMERGENCY benefit for Will Alexander (Ad)

Dear Friends in Poetry, in Life
Poet and artist Will Alexander has become seriously ill. He has no
health insurance. In order to help him defray the cost of treatment,
poets will gather and read Will’s work as well as poems for Will. If
you can't attend the reading below, please make a donation to Will
Alexander --he really needs the help of myriad communities right now.
(His mailing address is W. Alexander/ 400 South Lafayette Park Place,
#307/ Los Angeles, CA 90057.) Will is one of our GREAT/most singular
poets and thinkers. I understand that this is a time when many feel
"heavy burdened" but ... Please help if you can. Feel free (and in fact
feel encouraged) to forward this or post on your blogs, lists, groups
of friends who will help.
love and much,
Tonya Foster

BENEFIT READING FOR WILL ALEXANDER
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 1ST, 6-8PM
BOWERY POETRY CLUB
308 Bowery / F to 2nd Ave, or 6 to Bleecker
$10 suggested donation, more if you can

JEROME ROTHENBERG
TONYA FOSTER
JOEL KUSZAI
BILL MARSH
MARCELLA DURAND
TOD THILLEMAN
JOHN HIGH
RODRIGO TOSCANO
ELIOT WEINBERGER

(and more tba)

Performa07


I will be blogging for Performa07 visual arts performance biennial this month...

http://07.performa-arts.org/performa_live.php

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Exploitation is for Kids (& Dogs)


Nathalie Djurberg's *Untitled (Working Title Kids & Dogs)* at the Zipper Factory, Oct. 28th

The pervasive cleverness and craft of Nathalie Djurberg’s ‘Untitled (Working Title Kids & Dogs)’ lies in the continuous play between a non-live claymation video and live-soundtrack performed simultaneously with the projection of the video, and synched at times loosely with the video’s visual-narrative content: down-and–out children warring Untouchables-style with a pack of dogs over scraps of food and other dejected objects eventually to be given medical treatment and chow after the ‘war’. The inconstant delay between pre-made visual and live sound elements offers a satisfying game for an audience to play. The sound of dogs sniffing each other’s asses is seen and heard while viewing the video, then one looks down to Djurberg and fellow performers on stage before the video and sees one of the performers rubbing a pencil against a notepad (the sound of sniffing!). The sound of grenade explosions are offered by an aerosol-paint stenciled bass drum being struck with a mallet, and gunfire by one of the performers rapidly tapping their finger-tips against the contacts of a mixing board. When often there are images of gore and wounding the accompanying sound effects are provided by the squeezing of a ketchup bottle onto the stage by Djurberg herself.

As in children’s toys and media ‘Untitled’’s spectator gains pleasure from the tactility of the object of their attention—there is a remarkable visual tactility about claymation, a medium of children’s entertainment typically—as well as from the concomitant observation of the way something being seen and heard is constructed. Operative is the old dyad mimesis and diegesis whence the active attention must negotiate the realities of a living and performed present with multiple levels of representation (sound effects, drum and bass soundtrack, and purely playful performance actions—a head is bandaged or a back scratched in ‘real time’ redoubling the action in the video).

The fun of such ‘figuring out’—the revelatory art of producing the *mise-en-scene* *and* the representative object for the audience in tandem—is both complemented and disrupted by the video’s content, as it presents a cartoonish violence not unlike that of typical cartoons (Tom and Jerry) or recent parodies of them (The Simpson’s Itchy and Scratch) if only, as ‘Untitled’’s press release reads, to provide a litany of abject “twists” on the “innocuous” medium. That the video’s narrative features a “war” taking place between the triply marginalized—homeless animals and children of color—gives pause. The extreme visual and aural pleasures of the video and live soundtrack are always in relation (and troubled by) the fact of the work’s narrative content: figures (however fashioned by brightly colored clay) doing tremendous harm to one another (however ‘unrealistically’) eventually to be sutured, put ‘back-together’, and convalesced by light-skinned, human nurses with uniformly skinny, big-breasted bodies and puffy multi-colored hair.

In the end perhaps ‘Untitled’ takes most after 60 ‘s and 70’s exploitation cinemas in their various tactical deployments of socio-economic and racial stereotypes, and displays of brute force (however senseless much of ‘Untitled’s’ violence seems opposed to the complexities of much exploitation cinema). Beyond Tom and Jerry et al, ‘Untitled’ specifically recalled for me the Fat Albert cartoons of my youth in their own abject tweakings and telling slant of the children’s cartoon genre post-Blaxploitation and in lieu of what I sensed were Djurberg’s unique problems: how to maintain visual-aural pleasure and social critique in constant, yet dislocated, relation; how, what’s more, to interrogate the innocence of children’s entertainment in relation to adult decisions, effects, results, consequences; how, finally, to embody these problems through the formal involvement of live and non-live elements.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Some Intentions of the Photograph ~ after Lee Friedlander (II)


Lines (like thresholds) | thick
And blocking (something) not
Just the view } { essential the via
Negativa__of (all) things__material

No-other-world can pass-thru
Except_for_shadows/reflections
A phenomenology* for them (I)

Still haven’t figured out the
Rooftop >> how (it) looks so dark
And everything else those fish-
es frozen/stonework << so light.

*and them.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

HANEKE (I)

Of mimicry 'I' sings a million helpless rebellions
until 'the end of history' or there is a 'We' to sig

nify all messed-up and bloody we became 'Heal
thy' 'heathens' in a world-battle not even made

bright by quotation or Chopin what music do w
ords approximate that 'We' can not what exper

iences her fingers gently pressing the keys thos
e cuff-dangling hands demonstrating 'the soul'.

Monday, October 15, 2007

L E E F R I E D L A N D E R


Changes come to control the weather clouds all
Angular visions puffy 'ice cream' ones (those!)

Signs of 'literal' reality (not) really being 'Reality'
The frontal depth (of a pole) frustrates one's view

To the (monumental) or-di-nary or is a revel-
ation waiting to happen (and happening, and...)

I Keep Imagining Your Sadness in Quotes

I don't know about you
But I would really like
For you to dispute the thought

Balloon that looms just like
A picture of ocean waves above
My head and wants to say

Everything to you in scare quotes
Like you've heard every-
thing I was going to say before

Or the authorship of my words
Was somehow doubtful or clearly
Attributable to someone other

Than myself I wish you would
Burst my bubble and discretely
Sing the song I couldn't

Sing myself because everything
I do feels false without you even
The simplest things like breathing

Or making a pot of coffee they
Seem substanceless even though
You told me on the phone tonight

No one can make me happy but
Myself that you had given every-
thing up for "art" your other lover

Your friends your city and me
And if you couldn't be sad you'd
Just assume not feel anything at all.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

We Are Always In the Midst of Eyes

~ for Jane and Brandon

All we ever wanted it seemed was a certain
Gentleness and care content to reason
Things out or hold the door and be absurd

Sometimes now that we’ve got that I wonder
What place of number multitudes houses
Or eyes look to reflect meshes these leaves

Rustling near in a city pastoral with no other
Object than to ramble every time we meet
Or danced I think of what you will be together.

Never was or will it be about
Love per se but a relation
Forces grant each other
As number obscure dances

With number there was always
A dance party where we were
As leaves also buttress leaves
Separately we spoke of embodied

Waters that won’t run out on us
Or what it makes or who makes it
Otherwise than what we were
Just this *pound of flesh* to be

Doled out by the universe
Truly it is love that replenishes
Overwhelms all other responsibilities
The dailiness of *you as you*

Of *me as me* the fact that we
Danced at all or found the time
For tears we can never retract
Their joy was subtlest.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Peace On A presents: John Beer & Terry Cuddy (Intro)


Peace On A

presents

John Beer & Terry Cuddy

Saturday, October 6th, 2007 8PM
recommended donation: $5

curated by Thom Donovan at:

166 Avenue A (btwn 10th and 11th)
NY, NY 10009

about the readers:

John Beer's poems and criticism have appeared in periodicals including
Another Chicago Magazine, Barrow Street, Chicago Review, the Chicago
Tribune, Colorado Review, Crowd, Denver Quarterly, Joss, Milk,
MiPoesias, MoonLit, Time Out Chicago, Verse, the Village Voice, and
Xantippe. With Max Blechman, he edited the special issue of Chicago
Review on Kenneth Rexroth (Fall 2006). He is a Ph.D. candidate in
philosophy and social thought at the University of Chicago.

Terry Cuddy is an artist, teacher, and curator who lives in upstate New York. He is a graduate of Alfred University's School of Art and Design as well as SUNY at Buffalo's Department of Media Study. He has had three residencies at the Experimental Television Center in Owego, New York, and was a New York Foundation for the Arts Fellow for Video Art in 1998. His work is in several collections and has been screened throughout the United States, Canada and Europe.

work samples:

Trapped in the Closet

I love you: the first lesson
gunplay teaches. I find my breath
under the table, a tourniquet
not needed at the moment.
I open my eyes and the wall bleeds you.

Everyone dreams big these days.
For instance, universal war,
or grab a massive advance
on a memoir about growing up
in a family of bankers,

trusting in quiet accumulation
of capital, as though that's
a natural fact. Was it really me
under the table? I couldn't be sure,
but I knew my leg hurt a hell of a lot.

Everyone dreams of love, why not?
I'm no different from you,
even if I take strange pride in my beard,
the way a couple of gray strands
seem to announce a certain challenge

met: we both made it this far.
Out by the beach the jets are keeping
us safe. It only burns for a second,
this composure, this disease
we accept as the cost of ourselves.
~John Beer


on Terry Cuddy’s *The Harriet Complex* (video):
Harriet Tubman escaped from slavery and personally led over 70 slaves to freedom. During the U.S. Civil War, she led raids, and served as a nurse, a scout, and a spy for the Union Army. After the war, she settled in Auburn, NY, where she founded and oversaw a home for the aged until her death in 1913.

The Harriet Complex is about the Harriet Tubman legacy in contemporary Auburn. Here elementary school students perform plays about Tubman while local officials debate whether her significance is worthy of a memorial highway. Her name can inspire pride, expose apathy, or provoke disdain. This phenomenon is dubbed “the Harriet Complex.”

The Harriet Complex combines documentary techniques with poetic devices to challenge viewers to engage history in an experimental way. Archived texts, photographs, recorded interviews, electronic maps, and theatrical performances are recomposed into montages. This is a re-imagining an American hero and the city she chose.

"There are still too many trees"
~David Hilliard quoted in Jean Genet's *Prisoner of Love*


intro:
The Course of Particulars: introduction for Terry Cuddy

Tell X that speech is not dirty silence
Clarified. It is silence made still dirtier.
~ Walace Stevens

This immediacy, in the fullest sense, of relation to artworks is a function of mediation, of penetrating and encompassing experience...
~ Theodor Adorno

Since I have known Terry Cuddy, his work has existed between design, the printed book, multimedia, video, site-specific installation, live music performance (including a rock opera, *Dr. Steadfast’s Last Migraine*), sound recording, and an ongoing investigation of sound and visual image, image and text. For anyone of lesser energy and commitment such a synthesis of approaches to making art would result in a dilletantishness. With Cuddy, his variety of approach seems natural, even necessary.

Cuddy’s practice is an intensely local one that nevertheless always touches problems of global importance. Minute particulars move towards universals, extending themselves as such, twisting like an arras in this extension. In this way Cuddy is a distinctly North America ‘nominalist’ (Emerson) during a time when it is most regrettable—ethically, politically, culturally—in many ways to be one. Like Muriel Rukeyser, William Carlos Williams, Wallace Stevens, Charles Olson, Susan Howe and other Modernists before him he represents a genius of place as the local always remains in relation to other localities and individuals in his work—a world at large more often than not constituted by incommensurability, contradiction and conflict if not also coevalness and multitude.

During a time of goth. revival, hyper-appropriation, virtual realities, and neo-psychadelia in popular visual art there is something unfashionable, and therefore difficult, about Cuddy’s commitment to a Modernist legacy indebted to traditions of film and video art (Hollis Frampton, James Benning, Tony Conard, Nam Juin Paik and others come to mind) as much to poetry and critical theory (Barthes, Benjamin, Adorno, Wittgenstein). After these confluent Modernist strains Cuddy returns compulsively to problems of representation, how sound, image and text synaesthetically mediate our understandings of the world as political, ethical and social beings; how, what’s more, we are hyper-mediated as citizens only provisionally “democratic” in an era of American democracy’s last gasps.

In a video from 2004, Cuddy poses as the host of a home improvement program. He explains that in last week’s episode he was doing some work on the basement of a house and now he will show that work to the viewer. When, in the next scene, we find Cuddy in the basement he explains the renovations. While Cuddy explains a box appears in the center of the room. The presence of this box is unsettling in its familiarity, a text-book example of the uncanny. Before Cuddy leaves the shot ostensibly to show the viewer another room of the house he explains that he will take a photograph of the basement to document the renovation. A hand appears in the frame of the video and snaps a photograph; the photograph takes unusally long to flash, producing a stroboscopic light effect. The hand of the photographer, ominously, is wearing a white glove. The hand looks official, authoritative—like that of a doctor, or inspector. There is the pervasive sense this hand represents the law, and that we have been at this scene of a domestic crime—a crime of interiority—many times before. In the following scene we are asked to compare the photograph just taken to another one. This later photograph is yellowed and pixellated, and shows the walls and ceiling of a room damaged by water.

When I saw Cuddy’s video for the first time I had not seen the photographs of Abu Grahib yet. I couldn’t bring myself to look at them, couldn’t make a “friend of horror” to quote Chris Marker after Marlon Brando’s Kurtz in *Apocalypse Now*. I sometimes wonder what my reaction would have been to Cuddy’s video had I seen it after encountering the Abu Grahib photos, especially that of the hooded man standing arms outspread with electric wires dangling from his chest. In the following scene of Cuddy’s video we see a television. While a program plays a hand begins to draw on the television screen with a magnet (a technique of vintage video art) slowly revealing the silhouette of the now iconic Abu Grahib prisoner. As the figure is gradually revealed a voice-over explains something about the relation between figure and ground; meanwhile the channels start to change, and eventually surf rapidly rehearsing a public amnesia for the tortured and elswhere suffering.

Through such forms of mediation—the parody of popular home improvement programs like *This Old House*, the use of historic video techniques, and appropriation of popular television footage—Cuddy fuses attentive and distracted attentions, diverging from both. The result is moral critique in the form of negative consciousness. The images we receive in the video are made things—that is, they are visibly produced—and Cuddy's viewer remains aware of this throughout. Beyond such awarenesses of form, Cuddy describes a haunted content. The memory of Abu Grahib as it is both affixed by indelible iconicity (the silhouetted image of the prisoner magnetized on the tv set) and erased by an attention deficient spectatorship (that of channel surfing and home–improvement programs both).

As we might also say after Chris Marker's *Sans Soleil*, Cuddy makes us see “the black” in lieu of deferred contentment--"happiness". Procedure creates a blindness the origin and termini of an imaginative-critical faculty (and this is the dream of an anachronistic Modernist aesthetic practice as it collides with politics, the socially ‘real’, to this day). Form renders its contents senseless, anti-mimetic, and so produces meaning, has effects, instead. What is at stake in Cuddy’s work is finally consciousness itself as a form of action. Historical mediation via 'intermedia' as useful, if not instrumental. Playfully instrumental. Creatively didactic. A moralism that hints and points and winks.

In Cuddy’s most recent video, *The Harriet Complex*, we move among a series of scenes informing a controversy about Harriet Tubman’s commemoration in Auburn, New York, the final resting place of Tubman’s body and incidentally Cuddy’s home town. The specificity, the concise localness of Cuddy’s video, which features children performing a play about Tubman’s life in a local grammar school, a town counsel meeting where arrogant counselmen (and they are all men) argue whether a highway that runs thru Auburn should be named after the seminal Abolition leader (in the end, an argument prevails the highway should not be named after Tubman since this would make race an “issue” in the town, and therefore divide the citizenry along racial lines), a beautiful sequence of animated topological maps tracing Tubman’s Underground Railroad routes, and synthesized video images of town monuments commemorating Tubman, as well as photos and other documents of Tubman’s person.

Memorably, in the final scene of the video, Cuddy’s friends, family and community read letters written by locals and published in the local newspaper concerning the naming of Auburn’s highschool after Tubman (a commemorative controversy prior to debates about the naming of the interstate). During this segment each shot presents a close-up of the speaker’s mouth. That one only sees the mouths of the speakers is estranging, and distances what is said from what is seen, image from voice, ventriloquist from that thrown. That the letters are spoken by people of all different ages, genders, shades of skin, etc. provides yet another degree of reflection. The content of the letters, in their sequencing, demonstrate racial antagonism as it occurs rhetorically through the typical “letter to the editor” forum. In the very words used to state the problem of commemoration, the often absurb and illogical rhetorical arguments against the naming of the highschool, racism is revealed as banal, an everyday evil. Unpressed by events more exigent than the seemingly apolitical decision to name a school or highway, racism remains unexamined critically and therefore unabated in the town.

Through a variety of techniques and tactics Cuddy consistently returns his viewer to the fact that something is being watched, and reproduced as such (if the viewer is in fact a coproducer of aesthetic objects, and not merely subject to a work’s or author‘s authority). While certain techniques of *The Harriet Complex* would appear in loving tribute to early video art—a moment Cuddy certainly feels himself located by, and to take-up—I think they also revitalize video art’s relation to content. The content in this case is racism observed at an extraordinarily local level while extending towards problems of global import: who gets remembered, and how so on the basis of their skin-color? At a micro-political level, Cuddy’s video contains many of the problems we must still confront if racial ressentiment is to be overcome.

The key to activating this overcoming, as Cuddy’s video substantiates, is not to make speech a dirty silence clarified (to paraphrase Wallace Stevens’ terminology), but to make silence “still dirtier”. That is, the more levels of mediation between a work of art and its content—the more semblance and the 'real' are confused by craft—the closer we may feel to the actuality of a social problem in all of its messiness, contradiction, and the different positions of its interlocutors and actors. Or, to put it in the terms of Theodor Adorno: it is only through the mediation of artworks that social contradiction will be presented as truth *beside* political actions, consequences and effects. I feel this being *beside* as I encounter Cuddy’s work again.

Anti Gone (II)

I.
Alertings ached such demands fall in
A family war gains like my violin spell
In spring genome die hands or hostage
Such gestalt-hating dubs sighs allies.

II.
That which we most are breathes instead
Of this a wind of sickness or the bug
Monstrous vermin big insect of what
Unworked sickness what voice was not

At home in us staring out separate
Windows in their hugeness bloated brown
And real stilled by our need to make

Anything stick rotten with the products
Of universality tidbits and littler objects
Of thought dirt pervades invades this space
Age this was for the face whistling with
A piece of platinum in the gums where once

Was the tooth a veil the skull vibrating
Moves plates in place of thinking felt
Shakes and also shifts pain is a morsel

Of this whistling in the bones pain was
A monument couldn’t actually be felt
All at once blood was a veil flush with
The head fresh with a sense of being made.

III.
Another night of this no not now forever
You will bury your brother in a fit of logic
The anger of all men will collapse

Grace gives way to wax blood moons no
Sacrifice excepted no one allowed to live
Or die so undevoured to remembering.

IV.
That which knows the what but not
The who this arrow in time’s for you

Like a descent that must ascend like
That which is neither animal nor vegetable

Nor mercurial merely whose reward is boundary
Of undertakings committed in a field

Of force unforeclosed and disavowed
Fitted to a narrative of causes the tissue of which

In ritual the animal must give up the world
To gain anything stinking with names

For what they will do against all their purposiveness
Agape with will neither above nor below

Sewers fill with this misrecognition
The eyes of which are reeking wrecks.

V.
The stones you experience
The suffering at your lips
The stain of conscience

Doubles death’s indifference
Contrives wisdom the stars
Before your very eyes those stones
You will never experience

The nothing that wasn’t flashed
In the different incommensurable
With any bled soundtrack.

VI.
Defines the whirlwind
Deifies the thunder
Defines the simple
The simple who

Will open a window
Will desire this particle anxiety.

VII.
That sex was not your self
Nor subject to death
Listen to this wind as it
Recedes an irruption of all

That is a double-death
With swiftness siting the stones
Ageless they will always be
For you but never for us

Who was of neither death
Nor life nor entirely of law
Life poured down what could
No longer be consumed

By fire for even the gods
Reject us this sense of conscience
This sense of where nothing
Will go wherever it is put

A type of third-sex the corpse…

VIII.
When nothing takes fire
This is what is left
Of the fire our names were for
The taking unbounded on all

Sides by song structures
A dance is disaster to this
Numbers lay in wait
And wastes whatever we did.

“All pulcritude is relative”
Does is matter what Montaigne tells us is true?
All these texts are examples
MOST PLAN TA GENET

IX.
So seldom to go
Back thru what we were

Chaos O which arrow
Was the case and how it drew

Flesh out of earth
How it swerving consecrated

No thing.

X.
“Antigone dies because she’s just a girl and too proud…”

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Two Poems

Someone wanted to dig a hole as deep as the Towers were tall

There were sunsets and spots in the flames no one would have believed
There were shadows like the sky doesn’t usually make them
Upwards they seemed to be falling in the play-back of all things the bodies
No one could tell what real time was or if it were a simpler distance than this
Only place was important, “always and only place,” in that motion
The auto-industries, who were largely to blame, didn’t flinch if not for oil
Democracy kept flowing and flowing channeled by our distance from history
Undulated on those tubes where its hero voice kept hailing me
Even those who should have been that event’s truth got sutured.

*

Anti Gone

The disgrace
Destroy
My sister
heard nothing

Nothing
Not a word
Not since
We lost

Our world
A double breath
A double
Death left

No further
Neither nor
Bad
In the air

Troubled trouble
A sad dead body
None can bury
Bereft bereft

Who know nothing
Condemn to death
I will never
Forsake him

Unloved
I have no power
Nothing of you
I would not permit

Not the living
But the dead
For I will
Forever

Dishonor no one
Nothing but terror
No fear
Tell no one

No scream
Denounce me
Your love
Is impossible

To seek what
Cannot be done
Will hate
No one.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

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Essays on Beauty:

Beauty:
Another Reading
Beverly Dahlen

Some Limits of Ratio;
or, Aesthetic Has No Goal
Kristen Gallagher

Cardinal Numbers, Ordinal Beauties
by Joe Amato

porous, nomadic (or, para encontrar o
acontecimento impalávrel:)
Chris Daniels

K’isa/alangó
C. Vicuna

Beauty
Nicole Brossard

from Music For Porn
Rob Halpern

Using Blue To Get Black
Julie Patton

Prosodic Body
Robert Kocik

Ants on a String
Sawako Nakayasu

What Logic in a State of Insanity;
Or, Essay on the Dislogics of Beauty
Kristin Prevallet

Beauty’s Interrelation
Brenda Iijima

Beauty Note
Steve Benson

Gouging Beauty Standing
Nearer To an Action
Laynie Browne

3 Images:
* 21st Century Narrative:
Diagnostic Beauty Quilt
* 1980s Narrative:
Beauty is Perfection
* Afterlife Narrative:
Commodifi ed Love Object
Diane Ward

What Beauty after The Brothers Quay
Thom Donovan

bites from THIS IS THINKING
Alan Davies

Gentle Exfoliations /
for Andrew & Roberto
Alan Davies

A Cuff
Lisa Robertson

The Container for the Thing Contained
Michal Lando

With the Oldest Cherubim of Knowledge
Peter O’Leary

Some starts
Peter Inman

In the Planned Community,
& Stopping off at the Wetlands
Jonathan Skinner

Terrifying Angels: Aesthetics,
Digital Writing and Use
Andrew Klobucar

FORM AND STRUCTURE Reframed
A NEW “ON THE CULT OF THE ‘NEW’
IN OUR CENTURY”
Alan Prohm ‘07 translating Asger Jorn 1956
excerpting from Henry Van de Velde 1941

Poetry
A Reading: “...the Beautiful”
Beverly Dahlen

12 Poems
Linh Dinh

subliminal city
Belle Gironda

from Bicycle
Roberto Harrison

from Scratch Space
Andrew Levy

3 Poems
Corey Mead

5 Poems
David Pavelich

Ghastly Dew and Itasca (with glosses)
John Shoptaw

Those not worthy are scattered wide
Laura Sims

7 poems
Sally Van Doren


Book Reviews:
Industrial Poetics: Demo Tracks for a
Mobile Culture Joe Amato
Dan Machlin

Liar by Michael Amnasan
Robin Tremblay-McGaw

The Hermeneutics of Rupture:
Baraka’s Somebody Blew Up America
and Other Poems by Amiri Baraka
Tom Hibbard

Assertions for Steve Benson on Steve
Benson’s Open Clothes
Alan Davies

Open Clothes by Steve Benson
Brenda Iijima

“This is Abigail Child Moving”
This Is Called Moving: A Critical Poetics
of Film by Abigail Child
Kristen Gallagher

A Reading 18 – 20 by Beverly Dahlen
Stephen Vincent

Enthusiasm by Jean Day
Martine Bellen

Accidental Species by Kass Fleischer
Belle Gironda

Petroleum Hat by Drew Gardner
Kass Fleisher

The Destiny You Reverse May Be Your
Own – Making Dying Illegal by Madeline
Gins and Arakawa
Alan Prohm

Repression & Remnant:
Lola Ridge’s The Ghetto
Thom Donovan

Who Opens by Jesse Seldess
David Pavelich

Walking Theory by Stephen Vincent
Pat Reed

Hannah Weiner’s Open House
(& Interview with Patrick Durgin)
Judith Goldman

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Nonsite at Wordpress : Halpern on Brady/Donovan, "Presencing the Disaster"


Rob Halpern and Jocelyn Saidenberg have provided some overview of the talk I gave this past Saturday, and the very rich discussion that followed among myself, Halpern, Saidenberg, Bruce Boone, Beverly Dahlen, Taylor Brady, Tanya Hollis, Brandon Brown, Lee Azus, Miranda Mellis, Brian Whitener, and Stephen Vincent:

http://nonsitecollective.wordpress.com/2007/07/31/report-a-nonsite-talk-w-thom-donovan/

You may also find at the blog Halpern's extremely generous and thorough introduction for my reading with Taylor Brady this past Wednesday at Cameraworks Gallery in San Francisco:

http://nonsitecollective.wordpress.com/2007/07/31/taylor-bradys-and-thom-donovans-nonsites-introductory-comments-camerawork-725/