Encouraging a Lover in Every Possible Way

 

 

 

 

 

The text in this work is a poem by Carla Nappi from Uninvited: Talking Back to Plato, by Carrie Jenkins and Carla Nappi. Montreal: McGill-Queens University Press. 2020. These drawings are my contribution to The Uninvited Project, a collection of artworks curated by the authors, Carrie Jenkins and Carla Nappi, made in response to the book. Visit the Uninvited Project site for more information and great work by a variety of other artists. https://www.uninvitedproject.com/.

 

Commonplace Highlights: Jean Luc Nancy

 

Steve Stelling, Commonplace Highlights (Nancy’s Monstrous Openings)

 

A few years ago I put together a commonplace book.  The quotations and excerpts I collected are unified around my interests in critical theory (so-called!) and perception. So there’s that. I’ve also got a surplus of orphaned drawings that haven’t been adopted by any of my own words. Pages like theseare the results of grafting these things together with an eye toward their associative potential.  In a way, I suppose these are my “process” drawings; this is my thought process. If I were to make an aesthetics textbook, this is how I'd want it to look.

Know It When You Hear It

Omaha Bodies, Rub the Lamp

The Wayback Machine Is Hollow

Thick Skin for Thin Crowds

Soft Rock for Wood

Traveler and His Shadow

"Traveler and His Shadow" taken from Roof Slates and Other Poems of Pierre Reverdy, translated by Mary Ann Caws. Boston: Northeastern University Press (1981).

Up a Storm: Umbracat

The Incomplete

This is my adaptation of a prose poem by Michel Fardoulis LaGarange
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The Incomplete

During that time we went to the poorly lighted back room of a bookstore. There, we labored to decipher ancient inscriptions on the eroded walls.

By doing so we hoped to enrich or supplement the knowledge we had already gained from conventional books.

The wall's writing referred only to the rudiments of archaic reading. There was a notably absence of long passages.

In that feeble light, however, the ongoing relationship between ourselves and the studious atmosphere of the room was enough to revive volumes of words, spelled by erased letters.

Open Mic Closed Mic

I have my reasons

Your Place

thing language

This is related to my last post, back in July; let me put those sentiments another way, using words belonging to someone else:

Don't touch that dial

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A record? A log? One more for the fire? One more little overwrought commitment to posterity never hurt anybody, right?

Pitch White

Newbergs

Engine Ears

Department of Classics

There is an aesthetic appeal to playing academic dress-up that I have a hard time saying no to.