April 3, 2014
Allan deSouza, Ark of Martyrs (video still), 2014 (in process)
Ark of Martyrs presents the first five pages of deSouza’s rewriting of Joseph Conrad’s 1899 novel Heart of Darkness. Whereas Conrad’s original text is framed as the narration of Charles Marlow, a British sailor who transports ivory along the Congo River during the height of European imperialism, Ark of Martyrs is set at a contemporary wedding party. DeSouza’s rewriting mirrors Conrad’s syntax, and employs rhyme and alliteration: “The water shone pacifically” becomes “The daughter yawned terrifically.” The text making up Ark of Martyrs scrolls over the screen while a narrator (Stephen Wattrus) reads the corresponding passages from Heart of Darkness. According to deSouza, Conrad contrasts the present day “civility” of the River Thames, from where the story is told, with the timeless “savagery” of the Congo River, where Marlow’s story is set.
Download the gallery guide, with Joanna’s short essay on the work [PDF].

Allan deSouza, Ark of Martyrs (video still), 2014 (in process)

Ark of Martyrs presents the first five pages of deSouza’s rewriting of Joseph Conrad’s 1899 novel Heart of Darkness. Whereas Conrad’s original text is framed as the narration of Charles Marlow, a British sailor who transports ivory along the Congo River during the height of European imperialism, Ark of Martyrs is set at a contemporary wedding party. DeSouza’s rewriting mirrors Conrad’s syntax, and employs rhyme and alliteration: “The water shone pacifically” becomes “The daughter yawned terrifically.” The text making up Ark of Martyrs scrolls over the screen while a narrator (Stephen Wattrus) reads the corresponding passages from Heart of Darkness. According to deSouza, Conrad contrasts the present day “civility” of the River Thames, from where the story is told, with the timeless “savagery” of the Congo River, where Marlow’s story is set.

Download the gallery guide, with Joanna’s short essay on the work [PDF].

April 2, 2014
Joshua Clover, The Technical Composition of Conceptualism

January 9, 2014
lumpy pudding:

Bob Thompson, LeRoi Jones And His Family, 1964

For Amiri Baraka 1934-2014 

lumpy pudding:

Bob Thompson, LeRoi Jones And His Family, 1964

For Amiri Baraka 1934-2014 

October 8, 2013
"When we begin our peroration “We are all poets in this room…” or even more droll, “As poets…” we are putting the rabbit in the hat. Not long after, we discover that poems are the answer to the question before us. Look, a rabbit."

(Source: revolutionandorpoetry.wordpress.com)

September 23, 2013
Ewa Partum, Active Poetry, 1971 — installation at Tate Modern

Ewa Partum, Active Poetry, 1971 — installation at Tate Modern

(Source: Flickr / ilovetodig0044)

June 21, 2013
*: a dream of a rumor of a former territory in which communism could be found

anneboyer:

In the sky above the campground there was an unexpected movie, and in the location from which it was projected, there was rumored to be a former territory and in this former territory, communism could be found.

The men decided they would go to the former territory in which communism was to be…

May 27, 2013
"they tell me there are four seasons
but i live in a fifth one
which is your space
and your time"

— Etel Adnan, Five Senses for One Death, The Smith, 1971

April 24, 2013
"

basically, you have three choices:
jail, mall, museum

whose hapless invariance
repeats as edges leaping
away from each problematic

crossing to defeat
all possible reply.

jail + museum =
university; mall + jail
= airport; mall + jail
+ museum = home sweet home

"

— Jasper Bernes, from “We Are Nothing and So Can You

April 19, 2013
Reality Demands

Reality demands

that we also mention this:

Life goes on.

It continues at Cannae and Borodino,

at Kosovo Polje and Guernica.

 

There’s a gas station

on a little square in Jericho,

and wet paint
on park benches in Bila Hora.

Letters fly back and forth

between Pearl Harbor and Hastings,

a moving van passes

beneath the eye of the lion at Chaeronea,

and the blooming orchards near Verdun

cannot escape

the approaching atmospheric front.

 

There is so much Everything

that Nothing is hidden quite nicely.

Music pours

from the yachts moored at Actium

and couples dance on the sunlit decks.

 

So much is always going on,

that it must be going on all over.

Where not a stone still stands,

you see the Ice Cream Man

besieged by children.

Where Hiroshima had been

Hiroshima is again,

producing many products

for everyday use.

This terrifying world is not devoid of charms,

of the mornings

that make waking up worthwhile.

 

The grass is green

on Maciejowice’s fields,

and it is studded with dew,

as is normal grass.

 

Perhaps all fields are battlefields,

those we remember

and those that are forgotten:

the birch forests and the cedar forests,

the snow and the sand, the iridescent swamps

and the canyons of black defeat,

where now, when the need strikes, you don’t cower

under a bush but squat behind it.

 

What moral flows from this? Probably none.

Only that blood flows, drying quickly,

and, as always, a few rivers, a few clouds.

 

On tragic mountain passes

the wind rips hats from unwitting heads

and we can’t help

laughing at that.

 

Wisława Szymborska, 1993

Translated from the Polish by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh

April 18, 2013

supersuperette:

last night at Etel Adnan’s opening exhibition Words and Places curated by several CCA students : recorded audio of a collective reading of a poem from The Arab Apocalypse by Etel with Norma Cole leading on the mic : Norma suggested a group reading to her students, which opened up an event that - in several ways - “decentered” the reading : i.e. decentered Norma’s position as a reader, the audience as audience and the individuals who attempted to involve themselves as individual readers : in the audio you can hear so much fragmentation of this process of decentralization : some voices reaching above or below, or in front of or behind others : at other times a centrality of harmony is plateaued and then decomposes back into a type of imminent failure

Incredible moment — and how great that there is a record of it. 

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