Nobody listens anymore. I can’t talk to the walls because they’re yelling at me, I can’t talk to my wife; she listens to the walls. I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough it’ll make sense. And I want you to teach me to understand what I read.
I have nothing to say/ and I am saying it/ and that is poetry/ as I need it.
To look and to listen requires the work of attention, selection, reappropriation, a way of making one’s own film, one’s own text, one’s own installation out of what the artist has presented.
The Sun Also Also Rises: A Hemingway Reader (2008), a chapter-by-chapter conceptual response to Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises.
Fitterman explains, “I have erased my way through Hemingway’s original text, leaving behind only the phrases that begin with the pronoun ‘I’.”
“Every choice I made was dependent on a choice Bruno Schulz had made. On top of which, so many of Schulz’s sentences feel elemental, unbreakdownable. And his writing is so unbelievably good, so much better than anything that could conceivably be done with it, that more often than not I simply wanted to leave it alone.” [an interview: part 1 and part 2; more info. here]
Jonathan Safran Foer, Tree of Codes (Bruno Schulz’s The Street of Crocodiles)
“In particular I focused on the holes in the text and the markings that Jefferson made as he went through his editing process. The photographs weave emptiness and words to form emotions both about the act of editing scripture and original text.” [read her statement; more info. here — introduction]
Thomas Jefferson and the Good Book (1804); Photos by Alexandria Searls
Bertrand Fleuret — via & more — site
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“I am alone. Walking at random. Wandering, as if at random,...
Peter Upward.
August Strindberg.
From The Lodger, Alfred Hitchcock, 1927.