I know so much about things, I accept so much, it’s like vomiting. And...– ……………………Frank O’Hara, Spleen
the point of philosophy
I sit at the bus stop waiting for the broken bus to mend itself because no one else is going to mend it, eyeing the furious commuters as they storm off in curses in search of other methods of getting home. And as I sit and wait I read Gillian Rose who, in an essay on Hegel and Marx, identifies the moment at which law and ethics begin to walk down different paths in philosophy, the crux of...
Storming the Subjective Turn
Angels High on Mount Logos: A Note on Derrida's... →
‘There is no political power without control of the archive, if not of memory,’ says Derrida, on whose fence I do not sit. Here’s a link to a 2007 response to an MPhil seminar reading of Archive Fever and its exclusion of the female body.
Art is a privilege, a blessing, a relief. Privilege means that you are a favorite, that what you do is not completely to your credit, not completely due to you, but is a favor conferred upon you. Privilege entitles you when you deserve nothing. Privilege is something you have and others don’t. Art was a privilege given to me, and I had to pursue it, even more than the privilege of having...
Don'T BEE a'TOYiN'BEE wi' meeee
so i did this reading at Toynbee Studios the other night, Friday, as part of Chris Goode’s LEAN UPSTREAM festival, where i read alongside Caroline Bergvall, whose performance was extremely hot / so subtle, a joke that was funny and sexy and smart that became total amour. reflecting on my reading now i start thinking of all the terrible things i did. odd words of condolence for bad work...