Notes from ART IN THE DARK by Thomas McEvilley

“This involves a presupposition that art is not a set of objects but an attitude toward objects, or a cognitive stance (as Oscar Wilde suggested, not a thing, but a way.) If one were to adopt such a stance to all of life, foregrounding the value of attention rather than issues of personal gain and loss, one would presumably have rendered life a seamlessly appreciative experience.”

“The idea that the artist is the work became a basic theme of the period in question. [...] As early as 1959 James Lee Byars had exhibited himself, seated alone in the center of an otherwise empty room. Such gestures are fraught with strange interplays of artistic and religious forms, as the pedestal has always been a variant of the altar.”

“It should be emphasized that category by forced designation is the basis of many magical procedures. In the Roman Catholic mass, for example, certain well-known objects–bread and wine–are ritually designated as certain other objects–flesh and blood-which, in the manifest sense of everyday experience, they clearly are not; and the initiate who accepts the semantic rotation shifts his or her affection and sensibility accordingly.”

“Rejection of the Dionysian does not serve the purpose of clear and total seeing.”

“The OM Theatre performances open into dizzyingly distant antiquities of human experience. In form they are essentially revivals of the Dionysian ritual called the sparagmos, or dismemberment, in which the initiates, in an altered state produced by alcohol, drugs, and wild dancing, tore apart and ate raw a goat that represented the god Dionysus, the god of all thrusting and wet and hot things in nature. It was, in other words, a communion rite in which the partaker abandoned his or her individual identity to enter the ego-darkened paths of the unconscious and emerged, having eaten and incorporated the god, redesignated as divine. In such rites ordinary humanity ritually appropriates the aura of godhood, through the ecstatic ability to feel the Law of Identity and its contrary at the same time.”

“Euripides, an ancient forerunner of the Viennese artists, featured this subject in several works. Like Nitsch, he did so partly because this was the subject matter hardest for his culture, as for ours, to assimilate in the light of day. In the Bacchae especially he presents the dismemberment as a terrifying instrument of simultaneous self-abandonment and self-discovery. The Apollonian tragic hero, Pentheus, like our whole rationalist culture, thought his boundaries were secure, his terrain clearly mapped, his identity established. rejecting the Dionysian rite, which represents the violent tearing apart of all categories, he became its victim. Disguising himself as a maenad, or female worshiper or Dionysus, he attempted to observe the ritual, but was himself mistaken for the sacrificial victim, torn apart, and eaten raw. In short, his ego-boundaries were violently breached, the sense of his identity exploded into fragments that were then ground down into the primal substrate of Dionysian darkness which both underlies and overrides civilization’s attempts to elevate the conscious subject above nature.”

“Not only the individual elements of these works, but their patterns of combination–specifically the combination of female imitation, self-injury, and the seeking of dishonor through the performance of taboo acts–find striking homologies in shamanic activities.”

“Simeon Stylites, an early Christian ascetic in the Syrian desert, lived for the last 37 years of his life on a small platform on top of a pole.”

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FILM AT DOKUMENTA 5


SPACECUT by Werner Nekes (1971)

KALDALON by Dore O (1970)

WORK IN PROGRESS by B. & W. Hein (1969)

REMEDIAL READING COMPREHENSION by George Landow (1970)

T.O.U.C.H.I.N.G. by Paul Sharits (1968)

DER TOD DER MARIA MALIBRAN by Werner Schroeter (1971/72)

MACBETH by Rosa von Praunheim (1970)

SCORPIO RISING by Kenneth Anger (1962-64)

FLAMING CREATURES by Jack Smith (1963)

DALLAS TEXAS – AFTER THE GOLDRUSH by Klaus Wyborny (1971)

AKTIONSRAUM 1 ODER 57 BLINDENHUNDE

<—> by Michael Snow (1968/69)

SCENES FROM UNDER CHILDHOO by Stan Brakhage (1966)

WINDSTILL by Franz Winzentsen (????)

DER DISCHTER UND DAS EINHOR by ???? (1965)

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An Update

A) I haven’t written in this blog in any substantial capacity in months. I don’t think I actually, really, have that many readers, but it’s mostly disappointing to me because the initial purpose of this blog was to be more active in my engagement with my work– both in terms of what I am devouring (reading, studying, looking at, watching, listening to) & in terms of what I’m creating. The intention was to develop a sort of reflective engagement simply to find myself thinking harder. I do think I have been trying to push myself as of late when it comes to both my Goodreads reviews & my screening log (which is not “live” online, just in a number of documents on googledocs), but ultimately I need to find myself thinking more about ideas than just reflecting. So, fingers crossed, let’s try this again.

B) I was getting something like 4 to 5 spam comments on this blog daily that I was deleting & since I was doing this so often Gmail started throwing my comment notifications into my spam folder. I had stopped actually reading them anyway, so if you’ve tried to comment and your comment never shows up here, that’s why. I need to figure out some better way to handle that if I want the comments section to serve any purpose. If you need to contact me for any reason my email address is listed on the “ABOUT” page of the “SILENCE” section on my website.

C) Since my last update, the following things have happened regarding my “work” getting out into the world:

1. A queer noise compilation was released that I have a track on– the name I record drone music under is IN MANY ROOMS MURDERS ARE DECIDED, which is an homage to Ettore Sottsass.

2. A poem entitled POEM NOT ABOUT FUCKING has been published at New Wave Vomit.

3. A small series of tableau, MY LIFE IS PERFECT, has been published at Metazen.

4. A story, ANTECHAMBER FOR OBSERVING AND MEASURING HYDROLOGY has been published at the new journal Red Lightbulbs.

D) Also since the beginning of February, I’ve had 3 readings. In February I read at the Ear Eater reading series, and you can find an audio recording of the reading for download. I also made an mp3 of just my part, which you can find here. In March I read at Invasion :: Response at the Underbar in Chicago with a million other awesome people. Also, the last week of March, I threw a reading at my own apartment featuring myself along with the following people: Cassandra Troyan, Meghan Lamb, Steve Roggenbuck, Stephen Tully Dierks, Sean Rafferty, & Shaun Gannon. Russ Woods shot a video of my reading:

And then this month, just last week actually, I read at Artifice Magazine’s Dirty South Dance Party. Next month I’ll be reading at Quickies in Chicago.

E) I have 4 (!) releases for Solar▲Luxuriance lined up right now: Chris Moran’s POISON VAPORS, a chapbook from Shane Anderson, a chapbook from Leif Haven, and a tape release from WASTELANDERS, which is Dean Costello (of HARPOON fame). POISON VAPORS will be an edition of 15, with five copies being full-color & Japanese stab-binding, while the other 10 copies will be color covers w/ black & white insides & staple bound. The color copies & the covers are all printed & trimmed, I just need to print the insides ofthe b&w copies & then bind everything. Also: will make a video trailer. I think I’ll probably be making video ‘teasers’ for all the releases from now on.

F) I think I had a lot more things to mention but then I got distracted by THE INTERNET so now I don’t remember. Anyway, I’ve been reading Robin Mackay’s introduction to Nick Land’s Fanged Noumena, and I’m excited to read more Nick Land. I read his book on Bataille a year or so ago and while most of it went over my head, the impression the book left on me was strong & very impressive. I will, I am telling myself this now, try to actually write up some sort of reflection here, in this blog, after each article/essay. Philosophy & Critical Theory is stuff that I try to read without much reaction, so that’s something I need to force myself to do, as I think it’ll make me “better” at reading it. Yes, so that is the plan for now.

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AWP

I had a fantastic time at AWP. I was going to post about it, but instead I just took notes in my private journal so I could use full names and be textually in love & maybe even talk shit. I met a lot of fantastic people I had wanted to meet for a long time, and I realized that I can be drunk and ridiculous as hell one night and explaining the shift in Philippe Sollers’s fiction the next. Going from yelling about wanting tacos at 3 AM to heaping praise upon Tony Duvert at lunch the next day. I think it’s okay to be drunk and arrogant while you’re blacked out. Eternally present.

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“it’s not the kind of thing i remember because basically nothing is the kind of thing i remember”



Jon Leon’s ATELIER SERIES has released a double-sided cassette import from me titled EYES OF LAURA MARS. Above is a video trailer I put together for the tape. Order it here: http://agioteurs.tumblr.com/atelierseries, it’s limited to only 4 copies.


No Colony, a journal put together by the inimitable Blake Butler & Ken Baumann, is also putting out their 3rd issue soon (I think they’ll have it at AWP?). The cover, pictured above (totally screencapped it from your flickr Ken), features photos by me mixed up & laid out by Ken in a totally sweet manner. I’m so pumped. The issue itself also features my ‘novella’ with a really long title, a title so long that I actually forget it most of the time, PAUL GARRIOR IN JACQUES RIVERRUN’S “THE ABYSS IS THE FOUNDATION OF THE POSSIBLE.” It is a story with pictures about film and what film can do and secrets and loss and sex and everything I always write about. But in a pretty special way. I am so super pumped this is coming out. I’m also super-pumped to read the rest of the swag inside the issue.

Also, on February 9th, I’ll have 2 videos showing at Dynamic Formulations, an art show here in DeKalb. A facebook event for the show can be found here. Here’s the copy:

The House Cafe will present a film fest and photography exhibition entitled Dynamic Formulations. The film fest and exhibition will open on February 9th, 2011 at 7:00pm. The film fest will only be shown twice that night at 7:00pm and again at around 8:30pm so do not miss your chance to see it. Some of the videos shown will include …content regarding gender, video recycling, environments, and a self help video, as well as other interesting topics. There will be photography displaying bikes in unusual places and unique perspectives of fruit. Time Arts professor, Bart Woodstrup, will also be premiering his animation about an inter-species fairytale. Come in from the cold, take a break from your studies, and enjoy some art. You do not want to miss this show.

The artists exhibiting their work are:
Billy Baron
Vicky Boland
Chris Cowley
Adam Cox
Julie Dobrinski
Jason Judd
M Kitchell
Brian Montana
Iga Puchalska
Darrien Sommer
Craig Tompkins
Charles Veasey
Elizabeth Walker
Bart Woodstrup

I’ll think I’ll be showing TO LIVE YOUR WHOLE LIFE WITHOUT SOMEONE and PIN-UP STAKES: 3 COMMERCIALS. I guess I don’t know for sure, but that’s what I’m giving to Vicky for the reel.

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I may or may not have had 2 pages in the zine for Nayland Blake’s UNPUNISHED. I sent some stuff in but it was unsolicited so I guess i’ll find out if I ever get a copy? Haha. Or if you saw the show lemme know.

SO
YEAH
OKAY
last thing to say I guess:

Unless my flight is canceled due to the MIDWEST BLIZZARD OF 2011, I will be at AWP this weekend. Let’s hang out? I’ll be at Literature Party friday night and the HTMLGiant table periodically during the day on Saturday. That’s all I will tell you.

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GREGOR SCHNEIDER

Today I read the Weisse Folter catalog for Gregor Schneider’s show at K21 in 2007. I’ve been a fan of Schneider since I found out about him my freshman year of college, and it’s been kind of amazing to follow his work since then. Wiesse Folter translates to “white torture,” which is another installation/environment designed by Schneider. It’s evocative, perhaps, of Guantanamo Bay, and other various institutions of either torture or aide. It’s, as to be expected with Schneider, totally amazing.



But what I found most impressive was a particular essay included in the catalog, The Challenge by Brigitte Kölle. Not to sound bourgeois or imply that I was looking for myself in another artist or artwork (lol), but what Kölle says in relation to Schneider is basically everything that I want to do in art, life, etc. I scanned the article, it’s not the best scan but whatever. Here are two excerpts, followed by a link to the pdf.



and further, about Schneider himself:

Click to download The Challenge by Brigitte Kölle

Beyond the entire article that I was geeking out over, I grabbed some other quotes from other essays in the catalog and transcribed them below, mostly for my own reference:

“Whatever the case, it must be a place of utter disorientation, a non-place that does not serve as a counterpart or an extension to the human body, a place where everything is reduced to self-perception devoid of all references. A place that has no room for life in the usual sense, but that, by the same token, may be the most concentrated metaphorical space.”
(13, from the essay Reversing and Advancing by Julian Heynen)

“A formal expression of the Situationist city, New Babylon, which the Dutch artist Constant started to draw in the 1960s, is a universe where all climatic conditions (lighting temperature, hygrometry, ventilation, olfactory and sound atmospheres) are under control, modifiable at will, where everyone can create situations that can relate to the sexual as well as to fear emotions, in a permanent game, endlessly renewed.”
(98, from an excerpt of Worrying Conditioning of Space by Philippe Rahm)

“A strange topology is hidden in the obviousness of televised images. Architectural plans are displaced by the sequence places of an invisible montage.”
(102, from an excerpt of The Overexposed City by Paul Virilio)

“In structural terms what is called the end of the world is actually the death of a sphere.”
(103, from an excerpt of Spheres by Peter Sloterdijk [this shit is insane?])

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Notes from THE QUICK AND THE DEAD Catalog

‘As Gino De Dominicis summarized, “invisibility is a form of immortality.”‘ (35)

(About Lygia Clark) ‘She dreamed of being inside a house, looking out, and having that inside become the outside; coupled with her sense that “the house is the body,” these dreams mirrored her efforts to come to terms with the objecthood of her own body, and the difficulty, experienced and incorporated spatially in her foldable metal sculptures, of imagining death.’ (41)

‘Pol Bury, the Belgian artist whose pieces from the early 1960s might suddenly quiver with the help of a hidden motor, saw a kind of liberation in this confusion: “Between the immobile and mobility, a certain quality of slowness reveals to us a field of ‘actions’ in which the eye is no longer able to trace an object’s journeys. . . . Only the quality of slowness allows [an object] to obliterate its own tracks, to be an eraser of memory, to make us forget its past . . . finally achiev[ing] a real or fictional liberty.’ (n54, p54)

JAMES LEE BYARS
Perfect is my death word
‘. . . Perfect is my death word is an hourlong audio piece that is completely silent, save for the brief interruption of the artist’s quiet announcement: “perfect is my death word.”‘

TRISHA DONNELLY
look into her

CEAL FLOYER
Suspense
Suspense is an empty corridor with one large speaker at its end. Upon entering the room, the viewer hears a sound familiar to moviegoers, the music accompanying those scenes that drive us to the edge of our seats in anticipation of a terrifying event. Even without a visual narrative, the crescendo still evokes that special anxiety of the Hollywood thriller, the sense of impending danger. But just as it reaches its climax, the sound gets stuck and consumes the vacant room. At the exit the music completes itself without drama, its conclusion triggered by hidden sensors that we activate upon leaving. Discovering that our very presence in the room dictated the flow of the music, we find ourselves in a trap of our own making. Like an auditory analog to Bruce Nauman’s Live-Taped Video Corridor, Suspense orchestrates a collision between expectation and real experience and, in doing so, reveals a gap. In those confusing moments while we wait for the music to resolve itself, we anticipate nothing more than anticipation itself.’

DOUGLAS HUEBLER
“. . . text and photo works imbue the arbitrary with seemingly rational attributes, overlaying structures and sequences by turns lyrical, serial, documentary, and humorous. The elusive origin of the arbitrary impulse or judgment remains hidden–or at least scattered–in his photo/text descriptions.”

HANNAH RICKARDS
Thunder
(Towards the multiplicities of translation) “explores the relationship between natural phenomena and our experience of them, often through a process of translation in which acts of nature are rendered into sounds, texts, and installations. To make Thunder, Rickards recorded the sound of a single clap of thunder and digitally slowed it down from eight seconds to seven minutes. Composer David Murphy transcribed the resulting noise into a musical arrangement for six instruments, which was subsequently performed and recorded by a sextet that included a flute, trumpet, trombone, cello, viola, and violin. Rickards then compressed the elongated clamor of the instruments to match the actual duration of the original thunderclap.”

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THINGS THERE ARE THINGS YES THINGS AUGH

Kind of just want to type out the lyrics to Ke$ha’s TIK TOK here, even though I have listened to her new EP a lot more than I’ve listened to any of ANIMAL, and I definitely like the new EP better than ANIMAL, even though TIK TOK & PARTY AT A RICH DUDE’S HOUSE are definitely amazing songs. Whatever.

I am trying to avoid the dregs of winter depression/S.A.D. by focusing on the fact that in 19 days I will be in San Francisco spending a week with a completely fucking amazing dude. The only problem with this is that within those 19 days includes probably 3 or 4 days spent at my parents’s terrible house & “the Christmas holiday” and I hate Christmas music because I worked in retail for something like 8 years. WordPress why are you telling me that “parents’s” is grammatically incorrect I am pretty sure you are wrong how else will I show that my 2x parents possess the house that I am uncomfortable in.

The other day I start looking at boots online because I was restless and I want new boots but the only boots I found in the limited time I spent looking were Rick Owens boots that are retardedly expensive because they are High Fashion or whatever. I then stopped because actually trying to throw myself into ideas of fashion is both boring and depressing, augh.

I am currently reading Klaus Kinski’s autobiography All I Need Is Love and it is glorious, fully entertaining and oddly stylistically captivating as well. Kinski jumps from event to event to banal memory in the text without any desire to actually transition in a developed way, it is refreshing, it is kind of just like a list. I don’t even care if half the shit is made up, who knows, it is definitely something worth reading.

I have spent most of today looking at graphic design online, which was following by requesting too many books from Inter-Library Loan, which was following by checking out too many books from the library I work at. I am apparently thinking in form/structure even more than normal. I should make a new website or something this weekend, who knows. Need to write, really. The two text-based project I’m in the midst of right now are HOTEL & my much neglected collaboration with Mitch Patrick. Should theoretically be reading the slush pile for the next LIES/ISLE too, but we don’t have that many submissions at the moment so I will save that for next month. Secret project too, but we’re early enough into it that I don’t have to dedicate much thought (yet).

In other news, I do a daily video diary on facebook. It’s fun.

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A SHIFT THE NOMAD LISTS FUCKING LISTS

In case you noticed, or not, whatever, I moved myself from brutalfuckingmurder.wordpress.com to here, mostly because I was getting really pissed off that I couldn’t customize my blog enough over on the wordpress server.  I’m not kidding.  I woke up and had this thought in my head that the only way I would start publicly blogging more would be if I had a layout that I was totally cool with.  Because of this, I ended up spending something like five hours at work installing wordpress on my server and then fucking with it to get to some design that I was mostly ok with.  I am now mostly ok with this, it could probably use some minor changes, but I got tired of staring at code.  This happened last week.

I finished writing a book that I am refusing to call anything other than a book, even though it’s only something like 6,500 words, which, really, is not even long enough to be a novella by “official standards.”  While it might only have that many words, the PDF I mocked up is 82 pages.  It is also not poetry.  It is “basically prose.”  I don’t know, I refuse to call it either of those, it’s a text.  That’s what I do I WRITE TEXTS.  While I was re-reading the text and looking at the book and editing, I guess, more accurately I was just making sure that everything was “working” I realized that, as obsessed as I can say I am with narrative, the truth is when I put things together it has little to do with narrative in a traditional sense, with plot.  My interest is more of that of a curator.  Specifically, I guess, I am interested in compiling books or texts or bodies in the way that Jannis Kounellis (whom I mentioned in the former entry) compiles his installations, or whatever, his shows I guess.  He takes works that have existed forever, but he recontextualizes them into a new space, occasionally adding new work, and then he has a room or an entire gallery and there are new feelings, even though the objects, perhaps, are the same.  But that is the thing:  experience, tone, affect.  I am far more interested in the creation of said things than I am in telling a story.  It was a weird thing to like consciously realize, even though I’m pretty sure I’ve known it all along.  The book, for the record, is titled VARIATIONS ON THE SUN.  I came up with the title before I started writing any of the words or taking any of the photos or arranging anything.  This is often how I work.  Outside in.  I guess.  If somebody asked me what it was about I would tell them it was about a group of autonomous child-nomads.  I think that statement is mostly accurate.

Anyway, also while I was editing, re-reading, whatever, I realized that I was basically totally cool with the text itself.  What I was having problems with was the photographs.  I got a digital SLR about a year ago after using (almost) exclusively film throughout my time in my BFA program and beyond.  I wanted one because I thought it would let me be lazier, in the sense that I would not have to buy film or process film.  However, I still don’t really know how to use it, I guess, because I hate most of the photos that come out of it?  I don’t know.  The weird thing is that they don’t look that terrible once they’re printed out, but I mostly hate looking at them on a screen.  They are so utterly boring in comparison to the film I used to shoot, which I would always push process and then scan in weird ways I invented and then fuck with levels and there would always be so much visible grain and it would look, ostensibly, “shitty,” but it was the exact aesthetic I was going for and I was constantly amazed that I was achieving it.  Now I don’t know how to do that.  I think it’ll probably be easier for me to just get better at photoshop, but I should learn the camera better too.

I am hesitant to go back to film because I do not have the money, really, well I mean I guess I would if I like re-prioritized and adjusted my spending habits, but more to the point, I couldn’t be developing my own film without a severe initial investment that I definitely couldn’t afford right now, and since I don’t even know where I’ll be as of August, something that big seems dumb to invest in at the moment.  I’ll experiment, I guess.


I have an obsession with record keeping. Since 2003 I’ve been keeping track of every movie that I’ve watched, and since like 2006 or something I’ve been writing “notes” (kind of mini-reviews, commentary at least). I have like 4 documents in GoogleDocs with these texts, and it’s something like 600 pages of text, or something. They are mostly just super-subjective not-very-thought-out notes, but I like that I have them. It makes me more organized, or something. You can read some of them by clicking this. Keep in mind, nothing mind-blowing, really.

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Fly Into Deserts

I hit a streak where writing felt good and easy again and then I finished the text that was consuming my time and now I’m like “What am I doing.” Also sending out some stuff for the first time in like a year and getting lots of quick rejections. I like quick rejections better than prolonged rejections. I don’t mind either way, all that much.

But I guess I haven’t updated that most of the stuff I had forthcoming is now available:

At PANK:
LOOP, in the Queer Issue,
and an interview with me about the text.

At Lamination Colony:
Drawers, a story that moves from image to image that I wrote thinking about comix by CF & Hans Rickheit and also the movie Death Bed: The Bed That Eats.

In Artifice Issue 02:
Architecture, Anamnesis, a story that I actually didn’t end up reading at all during the 5 stops of the Artifice Mag MADNESS MUCH Tour I was on with awesome dudes. But I will tell you that it is a story I wrote after drawing a building after becoming obsessed with the architect Emilio Ambasz.

Also I am a participant in the MLP Stamp Stories project, which is cool. It’ll be included in a book too, which is awesome. The sentence is a modification of a sentence from a collaboration I did with the painter Christian Campos. I sent the collab to a chapbook contest with a $15 entrance fee, maybe ill-advised, who knows.

I guess I could have just saved some space and been like “here I updated my C.V.” but whatever.

Here is a link to all my HTMLGIANT posts so far.

Currently, I am pretty obsessed with Jannis Kounellis.

Particularly, I think I am obsessed with intentionally mis-reading Jannis Kounellis. He was a Greek dude who left Greece and moved to Italy where he became “part” of Arte Povera, which is the former obsession that lead directly here. He posits himself halfway between Klein & Manzoni, but Klein is more interesting to me because Klein was batshit insane and loved the noun “void” as much as I do. The point is I like to pretend Kounellis’s works are weird metaphysical environments for crazy shit to happen. They’re still really cool. Whatever.

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