As/Is

12.29.2005

Why So Quiet?

"The line grows from yesterday.
Tomorrow it rained."
Joe Ceravolo

-forget about today
until tomorrow-

Bob Dylan


Creases, fissures in
the passageway
silent so as
not to repeat
memories
of what cannot
be
compared
to
itself

so as
to think

I learned the
way folds
undo themselves
lines cutting across
a tunic

ice cracks

as yet unspoken
in the
obsessive
records,
the archives
of impossible perfection

were replete, even
complete
we felt certainly
secure enough


garnering
knowledge
over
time



Notes

Vadim Zakharov
The History of
Russian Art
From the Avant Garde
to the Moscow
Conceptual School
currently at the
Guggenheim Museum

"The installation represents
an authors subjective classification
of Russian art staged as a bureaucratic
drama -any other art could have taken its
place. The important thing is this;
the files are those artifacts common
to all cultures that have spread out to
the dimension of architectural erection,
and are but an affirmation of the universal
striving of humankind for the utopia of
the eternal archive,"

Duchamps piece The Large Glass was broken
into innumerable pieces when transported 60 miles from Brooklyn. Duchamp found great value in this, a narrative of the event,a story to trace, a pattern to observe.

posted by Nick Piombino on Thursday, December 29, 2005

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Let me quickly somersault for being the first in, this does not always happen, so consider this good luck going into a new year.

I wish you a wonderful year ahead of you and will be sure to keep it here too.

# posted by  Shaggy on 2:35 PM

 

it's raining
today, tomorrow is

I love the
"were replete, even
complete"

a friend of mine
drove 3 hours to
deliver a physical dance
performance but was injured
in a car accident
while pulling
into the
parking
lot of the
theater

the
broken leg
added an additional
comedy element

and now
she's
famous


cheers, harry

# posted by  harry k stammer on 5:56 PM

 

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