Lee Ann Brown's video of OWS Library recovery (with Betsy Fagin)

AGP167: Carl Ruggles - Complete Works : Carl Ruggles : Free Download & Streaming : Internet Archive

Fresh Kill

Gordon Matta-Clark

fraternal prank machines

Reasons Why I Bark

This yard is about
more than you
or me now commitment's
more than a handshake
ink on a rag
rag on a stick
sweat on a stump
vinegar vat whiff
catflap Delius screeched
popcorn ears sewn over
walked out on your
subwoofered telenovelas
about fake animals
rattling under real distress
Littlest Hobo Shark Week
Lancelot Link Wigs Out
I don't fucking dig it
any more than
any other daytime Darwin,
Sunday supplemental
sitcom doorbells
horses shuffling in jazz pants
peas, leashes, slushes, fleas
anything I can't tax, leave or
by loving through your
brutal small mind
make go away.

You owe me you must have meant.

To walk from pole to pole
then tree to tree
was the squirrel's one good idea,
our quadripedal commons
becoming the flanked nuts
of an overhead contempt
his ruined Chernobyl tail
only partly concealed.

But fall means new storage
for everybody
caramelized skies
bleed pumpkin tiretracks
weeping lamps lit
with trailer drying bulbs
thorns facing units
through chainlink
raven-pecked pears
in a white bag
a slow weapon
for the horse people
to shoplift….

(tbc)

History of the typewriter recited by Michael Winslow from SansGil—Gil Cocker on Vimeo.

Alli Warren on Ann Hamilton

Hamilton multiplies erasures throughout indigo blue. Her blue mountain of disappropriated labor, no bodies in sight, is juxtaposed against the body of the worker at the wooden table, erasing the text line by line. This very much alive and working body casts its shadow on the heap of dead labor piled behind it, signifying everything the uniforms are not...

The Decline of Play

"[A]s a society, we have come to the conclusion that to protect children from danger and to educate them, we must deprive them of the very activity that makes them happiest and place them for ever more hours in settings where they are more or less continually directed and evaluated by adults, settings almost designed to produce anxiety and depression."

Flickr: Nightmares Fear Factory's Photostream

Isola di Rifiuti: Williams / Ashbery

Forget writing, it’s a trivial matter. But day in day out, when the inarticulate patient struggles to lay himself bare for you, or with nothing more than a boil on his back is so caught off balance that he reveals some secret twist of a whole community’s pathetic way of thought, a man is suddenly seized again with a desire to speak of the underground stream which for a moment has come up just under the surface. It is just a glimpse, an intimation of all that which the daily print misses or deliberately hides, but the excitement is intense and the rush to write is on again. It is then we see, by this constant feeling for a meaning, from the unselected nature of the material, just as it comes in over the phone or at the office door, that there is no better way to get an intimation of what is going on in the world.

WCW

I will be giving a talk on my favourite artist, the engraver Thomas Bewick, at the CAG on Saturday afternoon at 3.

The Outfit dir. John Flynn (1975)