This
is the Time of the Things
A
SOFT
YELLOW
BONE
LAUGH
these things these things these things
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HANNAH WEINER HANNAH WEINER HANNAH WEINER HANNAH
WEINER HANNAH WEINER HANNAH WEINER
these things this space this place these times this life and what are we
and where are the lights for how can people live in glass houses and
you are dead why do you fly it is November 1886 and it is teeming with
reactions falling as leaves in lyric dots or posits so exquisitly placed and
it was then we heheld the monstrous eminence as all bent in wonder
on that day of wonders I had meat and beans and wine it was
For centuries they waited full of profound insanities on the unknown island...
they hide their heads; they hurry on
C R A Z Y W O M A N
FUTILITY
MATHEMATICS MEETS RELIGION
AND CELAN AND THEY
ALL STRUGGLE WITH
CANTOR'S INFINITIES
BUT THE INFINITE EVADES: FOR:
NOTHING COMES FROM NOTHING
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I JUST WANTED TO DO IT
YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE SUN AGAIN
THIS IS THE DAY TO STAND UP
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HOW SMALL MAN'S HANDS ARE AND HOW MUCH HE / SHE CAN
The hand that holds a pen, is as subtle as a billion flies.
REPETITION IS TRUTH
NOTHING CAN BE DONE
THE EPISTEMOLOGICAL ONTOLOGICALISTICAL EXISTENTIAL
PHENOMONOLOGICAL AND NIETZSCHIAN SCREAM FOR LOGICAL
IMPOSSIBILITY AS NOTHING HAPPENS IN ETERNAL CIRCULES
AND FOND PATRIOTS SCREAM FOR FREEDOM AND RIGHT AS
THE DARK ONE LAUGHS WITH EVERLASTING MIRTH AND CYNICAL
DISDAIN AS WE SELF DESTROY AND REPEAT AND REPEAT AND
REPEAT AND REPEAT AND REPEAT AND REPEAT: OURS IS THE
FAULT IN MORE WE ARE SINNED AGAINST OURS IS THE SEARCH FOR THAT
WE CAN NEVER FIND WE
MATER MATER MATER MATER MATER MATTER MATTER MATTER
ALMA ALMA ALMS ARMS ALARMS OUR MUTTER OUR MUTTER
25 PAIR CABLE TERMINATOR LABLE 25 PAIR CABLE TERMINATION
CABLE BOX FOR LOCATION "LOOKING INTO THE HEART OF LIGHT,
THE SILENCE" AND WE FIND THERE IS TOO MUCH REALITY
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I CURSE YE YE HYPERFINE POLYPHEME
Sigwick bent to his task while the objects talked endlessly of his peculiarities; the
unhappy man was in a fever of fear for
THEY DANCED THEY DANCED LIKE SWASTICAL COMICAL COMMIESS
AND NOTHING
BECAME ANY BETTER:
LET'S GET PESSIMISTIC
IT'S A REAL WORLD OF BETRAYALS
AND
'ALL THAT USELESS LOVE'
JOLLY WERE THOSE YEARS, JOLLY AND
TRAGIC THE TIMES
BUT WE HAD HAM AND EGGS
FOR LUNCH AND
A GREAT CUPPA AND WE
TALKED HAPPILY
IN AUNTIE'S LOVELY ENGLISH HOUSE
NOT ALL CRYSTALS ARE PERFECT (?!!): NO CRYSTA
NOTHING IS PERFECT: WE AWAIT : BUT WE HANG IN THERE LIKE CLOV
AND HAM AND STAN AND ..... AND WE RECALL WATT.....AND
THOSE 'HAPPY DAYS'....AND WAITING....AND 'KRAPP'S LAST....'
AND THE MOUTH, THE ENDLESSLY BABBLING MOUTH...
THEY MAY BE FORCED INTO ODD
WE ARE NOT BEMUSED: BUT SOMETIMES WE
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FINIS
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7 comments:
Very good. Keep it up you have moderate promise. RT.
yes, i agree, richard. lots of promise and you are delivering mightily upon that promise. very lovely images that marry and contrast with your texts. i very much like your self portraits. can you speak a bit one your inclusion of chemistry?
Hi Richard. I write those comments so I can get a URL and then I put it up on face book.
But this series or most of them were part of an idea I suddenly had to photograph things that were barely, and less and less discernable. Not sure why, it suddenly seemed interesting.
I also "blurred" things and so on. However the 1940 poster was done by my father when he was studying architecture about then (almost all the images are near me in my room or in my house somewhere): the inclusion of chemistry was because I studied chemistry and am still interested in it but what caught my eye there was the phrasing used, and the inclusion of a range of subjects, text types or kinds, kinds of writing etc is part of what I am doing. The comments veer away from direct statement.
The "All that useless love." is from a poem by Ashbery.
Hannah Weiner's "clairvoyant poems" I got via the Buffalo EPC which was run by Bernstein etc
That contrasts with fragments from a local "street poet" who was in Auckalnd who used to sell each poem he wrote for $5 or so, and a poem by Smithyman. From one angle shot I have a poem by Spicer that starts: 'The ocean, humiliating in its disguises...' which is one of my favourites. But there is my own art work sometimes piggy backing on other's art.
The chemistry refers to matter and in the images I am moving in close like someone magnifying things up (one image is an x-ray crystallographic image of NaCl atoms I think, but they look like eggs!)
Thanks for your support.
hi richard:
the chemistry is a little above my head. would be interested to know if you are keen with physics, esp. theoritical physics. this subject is also above my head but i find it fascinating.
i like how you collage images and text. i gathered that most of the photos are in your house. the abstract painting -- or is it a drawing? -- is a haunted joy.
there was one set of images published some time ago of a public library. those were brilliant in their details of daily life. i think there was a bit of a chess match too.
Hi Richard
I am not so much interested in what the things say as the way that different styles of writing etc interact, hence indeed I collage or intermix, and I am fascinated by certain theoretical physics books (mostly popular) and some mathematics, and I am interested in the problem of knowledge (epistemology) and other philosophical things. But my take on it all is fairly direct really. The text statements here in fact reflect the text of a poem I wrote which in turn is based on a film by Herzog which I discovered by accident at my local library (like Paul Auster I like using coincidences, and many occur that seem relevant although I dont necessarily conclude any significance thus): in that film all the actors, I read, were hypnotised, so some strange dialogues ensued! So some of the text has a similar 'irrelevancy' and some of the science books I use are deliberately old (or I've had the book for years, like my book by Gamow about the sun): I love both the beauty of the way say music notation looks and science or mathematics or some engineering stuff is illustrated but I like such things to interact with other things -children's stories say.
Some things though are 'coded in' or repeated (perhaps too much): one is the constant references to or use of the word 'eye' It comes from a poem, but also it reflects an incident when my son lost his eye (the police knocked it out). Hence one of the pictures I drew (which I manipulated digitally) has 'eye' and 'No!" and 'Mum!' and 'Dad!'
But I also have a 'homage' to art, and literature, so books often appear, whether I have read them or not, they are valued, but everyday life is also, and ordinary things and ordinary people, and I "keep" a spider in my bathroom, in fact we have a number around the house and they kill a lot of flies and things. I think about the spider a lot. One large one, female, was killed I think either a wasp or another spider (some spiders hunt other spiders). I will kill them if there are too many...
The drawings and art and photos are either from my own drawings or art, or other NZ artists, or artists elsewhere, or photographs of work by others, and or my own manipulation (I have a free program from Paint.com which is very good) and so on. I think what looks like an abstract work of art is an image of something I got by putting my (fairly cheap) digital camera, close to the object.
I want to use a range of subjects, and approaches so EYELIGHT, a la say Zukofsky involved the personal, politics, art, the random...and many other categories. I had a system but I am now led by my feelings. If I feel like doing a post, it happens, and often it isn't what I started out intending to do. Although I did intend to do more graffiti and more on that as I like street art, but I also have pictures of trees, skies, gardens, (I love trees, flowers, etc) but I also like "engineering" things or technical things. I was a technician, actually my main occupation was as a lineman, then I switched to being a communications tech. In studying for that I became fascinated by certain ideas in maths, chemistry, digital electronics, and philosophy. I also kind 'caught up' with Alan Sondheim and I sometimes use things he has written, that is, in that case I acknowledge it...he is different, and what I am doing isn't modeled on his project, but is a little influenced. I also like Robert Johnson's 'Ark'. Art is big for me, and sometimes movies, although not so much, and some music (although I don't really have much of an ear for music and mostly have silence here!).
So I hardly listen to radios or watch TV...I like to read or go to second hand book shops, or buy online...I have too many books, and have 3000 to get rid of but my own library of (many unread) books! So I use those resources as well as library books...
A writer I like on Cosmology etc is J D Barrow, e.g. his 'Impossibilty: the science of limits and the limits of science.' I like. I am not so keen on certain rather arrogant scientists who think that 'everything will be solved' - it never will. I am not averse to religion and mysticism but have no set belief, but I believe there is some deep signification to life that we cannot know. However, via art of certain experiences, we glimpse eternity like a camera shutter opening suddenly. It seems as if we are seeing 'into the heart of light, the silence' so I am interested in ontology and so on.
If I were to ally with any philospher or man of ideas: it might be Montaigne, who knew the complex, contradictory nature of things. I also like reading another Richard, Richard Ford's 'The Sportswriter' in which he says of the almost need NOT to know too much.
So there are these oscillations between total chaos and nothingness which fascinates me, and the drive for order etc...
Phenomenology, I like the idea of being a phenomenologist, even if I'm not completely sure what it means!
I'll put up a poem next I think, it is mine but based on phrases from Herzog's srange film...
That daily life goes back to Rembrandt and Vermeer etc There was a NZ artist poet, Joanna Paul who talked in one of her poetry-art books of Morandi. So I found a book by that artist. You may know how he did many almost minimalist still lifes.
But I like a wide swath of art, Boltanski, and the conceptual artists as well as Pollock etc
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