The continuing adventures of engagement with small books. As in the first installment, I mentioned I carry just as much interest in “zines” as something determinedly named a “chapbook” and…
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I’m a fan of small books. Whether this means a short book, a chapbook, a novella, a “novel” that is only 20 pages (consider Bataille’s Madame Edwarda or Marguerite Duras’s…
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I’ve been interested in François Laruelle since he hit my radar, probably around the time Urbanomic, with Sequence Press published The Concept of Non-Photography. I ordered a copy and slowly…
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In the June afternoon I walked through—at least three times—“DESTROY THE PICTURE: PAINTING THE VOID, 1949-1962,” an exhibition at Los Angeles’s MOCA. The show was great. Afterward, I tentatively wandered…
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I spent the last few weeks working my way through Michel Surya’s brilliant 1984 biography of Georges Bataille. In French, the subtitle of the book is “la mort à l’oeuvre,”…
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TEN THINGS I KNOW ABOUT JAMES LEE BYARS 1) “The Death of James Lee Byars,” a performance piece by James Lee Byars, carries very simple instructions: ‘Quietly lie down and…
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OR: CULMINATION IN THE ZERO DEGREE OF OBLIVION I left off, in part one of this essay, on a thought that the book, in considering certain conceptual moves, is alive.…
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There is an idea that the book is an immovable object, as if the book were a heavy stone. An idea that, aside from mistakes, a books as it is…
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I awoke this morning, far too early, in sweat, my stomach churning, my body sending my brain signals that something was wrong. I sat upright, moaned to darkness, and went…