Tuesday, February 13, 2007

you intro

perfection.


"the new thought that is finding its birth is the thought of be-ing. it is thought that does not find its destination in a group of beliefs, a system of reasons, or a summarizable body of contents. this new thought composes a way of thinking ... that is less a position than it is a manner of disciplined awareness with the occurence of being... they address issues of cultural survival that range from unconscious boredom and a frenzy of production, consumption, and search for distracting novelty and projects, from easy, thoughtless identification of people and things, to moments of crystal, physical insight when the entire world shimmers with fragile, passing sufficiency of meaning and beauty, when each being stands forth in the uniqueness of its own event..."

"in heidegger's mature thought there is no dimension in which there are beings. there is, rather, the dimensionality of their happening, there being here as disclosive occurrences..."

the quotes are from the introduction to a series of essays on heidegger's "contributions to philosophy" - his most poetic and open, difficult yet gentle - hopelessly formlessly gentle - text. on amazon they say there are second hand copies from as little as five dollars, though these may well be copies that have been partially used as kinder in camp fires, but a reasonable copy might come in at ten or fifteen dollars (and slightly battered would be ok since it will be very battered by the end of the walk), so if you dont find anything else before i arrive maybe this could be a good call for the pilgrimage - and remember to buy a title for yourself too. here's the info:

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Milagro draft 2

In the autumn of 200[ ], Gareth Jones and Jerry Gordon organized a day-long art show in a retired Japan Railways train tunnel near present-day JR Takedao Station, Hyogo, Japan--near Kobe . The exhibition, called The Tunnel, included 10 artists from 7 countries. In works ranging from drawing, painting, photography, sculpture and sound art, the artists used the tunnel as their common theme, exploring its physical, aural, photic, metaphoric and historical qualities. Held in October, the one-day show was well attended by people from the arts and foreign communities of Osaka, but also enjoyed a steady stream of unexpected viewers due to the popularity of the site for hikers. "The show wasn't aimed at gangs of Boyscouts and elderly ladies in boots, but they seemed to enjoy the surprise of finding weird stuff happening in the dark," said Gordon.

For the show, Jones created a series of 18 small pencil drawings on paper. Mounted on boards, the 18 pieces were hung along one of the wall of the tunnel and each piece was lit by a single votive candle attached to the bottom of its frame. The flickering small lights dotted the central length of the slightly curving tunnel, serving as a signal of each piece's location in the dark, cave-like interior. Drawing viewers further into the blackness, the candle light also made each piece appear like a tiny altar, setting up something akin to a rhythmic series of micro-illuminated make-shift niches for obscure saints or martyrs. "The drawings were small within the large space and the candlelight could barely reach their surfaces. The faces in the drawings were not easy to see, and so people had to lean close to see through the dark. They had to create a private and intimate space in which to see the pieces. This is how I wanted people to view the works."

The 18 drawings were inspired loosely by milagros (ex-voto offerings), which Jones had seen on a recent trip to Mexico.

The word <> means "miracle" in Spanish, but also is the name for small, metal ex-voto offerings that are a part of Hispanic folk custom. Milagros commonly come in the shape of various body parts--such as arms, legs, hearts, eyes, etc--but can also be found in the shapes of farm animals, fruits and even contemporary symbols of urban dangers--cars and handguns. If a person is in need of blessing or protection, he or she buys a milagro and attaches it to a cross or sculpture of a favorite saint. For example, if someone had a cow that was not giving milk like she used to, the owner might buy a cow-shaped milagro and use it as the vehicle to negotiate blessing. Milagros are often times small, flat, stamped-metal forms bought ready-made from vendors. When attached to a popular saint, they can cover or layer the statue's surface like the scales of a fabulous metal fish.

After seeing Jones' drawings in the tunnel exhibition, Gordon got the idea to write poems for them. He said, "When I saw Gareth's drawings, I felt that there was something of an open narrative running through them. He told me about what milagro are and how they are used in Mexico, and I was facsinated by their modularity and by how the individual anatomical pieces are both personal and shared. A person buys a milagro and attaches it to some sacred object in a church with the hope that the power of the holy object can help him. That's a personal wish. But, also, these things are mass produced. As well, the meanings of the images seem poetically open. I mean, if someone buys a migagro of a heart, is his goal to get healed from heart disease or heartbreak?"

"For me, Gareth's drawings do something similar. Anatomical parts get reused or echoed in different settings. The images feel very iconic and somewhat sacred, but they're not of religious figures. They feel more like neighbors or familiar strangers riding the subway. That's the church that interests me. So, I wanted to try and hear the story that I felt was floating around them. I carried photo-copies of the 18 drawings in a file in my bag for a couple years. I would pull them out on the train or in cafes and write on their backs. I tried to respect the open and dissolving narrative that the group has on its own, but also wanted to layer something into it, to imply subtle and shifting directions which come into allignment along certain echoed gestures, without turning the series of poems into a buttoned-down tale. I wanted to be able to climb inside their story as if it's my own."

The layouts of drawings and poems that follow in this book--an image on the left facing a poem on the right--maintain the pairings which occured when Gordon composed the poems on the backs of the drawings, but neither Jones nor Gordon think that this is the exclusive way that the pieces should function together. The poems are not descriptions of the illustrations. The artist and author suspect that future presentations of this collaborative work will probably take different forms, such projecting the images on a wall while the poems are read, neither following a set ordering or a strict one poem for one drawing pattern.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

milagro intro

In the autumn of 200[ ], Gareth Jones and Jerry Gordon organized a day-long art show in a retired Japan Railways tunnel near present-day Takedao Station, Hyogo, Japan--near Kobe . The exhibition, called The Tunnel, included 10 artists from 7 countries. In works ranging from drawing, painting, photo, sculpture and sound art, the artists used the tunnel as their common theme, exploring its physical, aural and historical qualities, etc. Held in October, the one-day show was well attended and enjoyed a steady stream of visitors, partly due to the popularity of the site for hikers. "The show wasn't aimed at gangs of Boyscouts and elderly ladies in boots, but they seemed to enjoy the surprise of seeing weird stuff in the dark," said Gordon.

For the show, Jones created a series of 18 small pencil drawings on paper. Mounted on boards, the 18 pieces were hung along one of the walls of the tunnel and lit by single votive candles attached to the bottom of each drawing's frame. The flickering small lights dotted the central length of the slightly curving tunnel, serving as both a signal of each piece's location in the dark, cave-like interior--drawing viewers further into the blackness--and also making each piece like a tiny altar, setting up something akin to an illuminated rhythm of make-shift niches for a series of obscure saints or martyrs. "The drawings were small within the large space. The candlelight could barely reach the surfaces of the drawings, and so people had to come close. They had to create a private and intimate space to see the pieces. This is how I wanted people to view the works."

The 18 drawings were based loosely on milagros (ex-voto offerings) Jones had seen on a recent trip to Mexico.

From this initial showing, Gordon got the idea to write poems for them. He said, "When I saw Gareth's drawings, I felt that there was something of an open narrative running through them. As he told me about what milagro are like and are used for, I was facsinated by their modularity and by how the individual anatomical pieces are both personal and shared. A person buys a milagro and attaches it to some sacred object in a church with the hope that the power of the holy object can help him. That's a personal wish. But, also, these things are mass produced. As well, the meanings of the images seem pretty open. I mean, if someone buys a migagro of a heart, it is to get healed from heart disease or heartbreak?"

"For me, Gareth's drawings serve as something similar. The images feel very iconic and somewhat sacred, but not of religious figures. More like neighbors or familiar strangers riding the subway. That's the church that interests me. So, I wanted to try and hear the story that I felt was floating around them. I carried photo-copies of the 18 drawings in a file in my bag for a couple years and would pull them out on the train or in cafes and wrote on their backs. I tried to respect the open and dissolving narrative that the group has on its own, but also wanted to layer something into it, to imply subtle and shifting directions which come into allignment along certain gestures without turning it into a buttoned-down tale. I wanted to be able to climb inside their story as my own."

The layouts that follow in this book--images on the left facing poems on the right--maintain the pairings which occured when Gordon composed the poems on the backs of the drawings, but neither Jones nor Gordon think that this is the exclusive way the pieces should function together. The poems are not descriptions of the illustrations. And, future presentations of this collaborative work will probably take different forms, such as with the images being projected on a wall while the poems are read, neither following a set ordering or exclusively one poem for one drawing pattern.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

may's text

The cheerful laughter of children rouses me from the deep reverie into which I have fallen, a reverie of another's making. A light wind ruffles the pages of my book and stirs the leaves of the branch hanging over my bench. Looking around at this newfound world I see children who have magically appeared and hear the waterfall, which was kind enough to quiet the gurgle that accompanied me as I entered the empty park lest it disturb me on my journey. Joggers go past in a swish swish of nylon. Young mothers push their crying children in hi-tech baby strollers. A duck splashes down into the pond. With a turn of the page, the rasp of paper under my thumb, I leave it all behind.


Hello Fellow Literary Afficionados!

*READING WORDS* is coming up again, this month on Sunday, May 28th. And, this time from 7:30 to 10pm.

The new start time is just one of the changes this month. Reading words will also be in a new place. The people at Vade Mecvm cafe in Hommachi have been kind enough to let us use their space all for ourselves.

That's Right:
No background music.
No talk from drunk lovers in the bar.
It will just be us Reading Words folks in a new, beautifully stark cafe that looks out onto the green of Utsubo Park.
If you are lucky, you might even see a bird.

But,
there is alway a but.

We have to ask you to pay 200 yen and buy one drink. However, this might actually work out cheaper what you've paid before because Vade Mecvm's drink prices are quite reasonable.

Anyway, we hope you're not afraid of change. And, we hope you're willing to come--or come again--and read your stuff or read someone else's stuff or simply sit and compare the turns of vowels in voices with the bending of breezes in evening trees.

Oh, my darling, literacy



But, other things have not changed, such as The Book Swap. Swap books you've read for something new and exciting...for free!

Also, remember you can read stuff and see pictures of previous events on the Reading Words blog at: http://readingwordskansai.blogspot.com/


And, please spread the word by forwarding this message to any and all. For more info, contact us here at this address ( readingwords@gmail.com).

Below are the event's details.

Thanks again,

Jerry Gordon and Amanda Hare
Reading Words

ps: If you don't want to be notified of such events, write us and we won't.
pps: Please excuse us if you have received this message two or three times. We are still trying to straighten out the mailing list after combining ours with Voice Box's. We hope you are not bothered too much.
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WHEN: The last Sunday of every month, from 7:30 pm to 10ish.
Entry will begin at 7:30 and the reading will start shortly thereafter.

WHERE: The next event will be held on May 28th at cafe Vade Mecvm near Hommachi (see directions below)


WHAT: An Open Reading and a Book Swap
- The Reading itself will start just after 7:30 pm and run to roughly 10pm (with two short intermissions). Readers will get 7-10 minutes to read. People can read anything they like--poetry, short stories, excerpts of an original longer work or someone else's (please give credit accordingly). A sign-up sheet will be circulating for anyone interested in reading so come early to make sure you get on it if you want to read! If you are interested in using music as part of your reading, please email us as there are some special sound requirements.

- The Book Swap is a chance for people to bring books they would like to exchange for some new ones. You can try out new authors or genres risk free! The Book Swap will take place before, during and after the Readings so come early to get the books you want. We ask that any books you bring which are not taken return home with you as our groaning bookshelves are, well, groaning and can not take much more.

COST: 200 yen + one drink (no BYO, sorry). Cafe Vade Mecvm is graciously opening its doors after closing time so that Reading Words does not have to compete with bar noise or overhead music. The 200 yen will go to Vade Mecvm for these wonderful after-hour services.

Vade Mecvm offers wonderful coffees, teas, beer and wine and will have scrumptious western vegetarian, meaty and "something else" sandwiches on wholemeal bread as well as other foods to snack and munch on for Readers and Listeners alike!

www.vademecvm.com

Note: Vade Mecvm is non-smoking, but smoking outside is fine.

DIRECTIONS:
- Go to Hommachi Station on the Yotsubashi Subway Line (the blue line) and leave through exit 28. Walk in the direction of the IBM sign. You should be on the left side of the street and pass the IBM sign (if you are driving, you are on Yotsubashi-suji).
- Go past China Southern Airlines (left side). Go past Eneos Gas station and McDonalds (on the right side of the street). Go past the Utsubo Park entrance on your left. Go past OSTEC exhibition hall (look for the robot sculpture).
- Turn left at the intersection where the Century Building with the ground floor Family Mart is at (They're across the street diagonally)
- Walk up this street and stay on the left side. Go past the cross-street where the Kaneshige Stationary is on the far corner. Vade Mecvm is getting closer, just a half a block more on the left.
- Look for the black on white Vade Mecvm sign on the front of the building. It is next to a hallway that you enter to access the cafe. (There should also be a Reading Words sign out front) Go down the hallway to the back.

- It takes about 8 minutes to walk from the station to the cafe although it sounds like longer here!
- Vade Mecvm backs onto Utsubo park so if you are walking in the park you can come in the back way--sorry, don't have directions or landmarks for access from the park!


Please forward this email to anyone you think may be interested and if you need more info just send us a message!

Hear you on Sunday May 28th!

Jerry Gordon and Amanda Hare
Reading Words

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

games

http://www.comeoutandplay.org/index.php
http://avantgame.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Narajuna

There was no pain in her birth. In fact, her mother experienced no labor at all. Using a yoga technique she had learned somewhere inside the womb--the baby girl extended her tiny right arm, making the shiny sliver of her middle fingernail the first blessed thing to enter the world in ages.

Two birth-nurses at the clinic said they simply watched the process. They said that when the baby's brown arm came out from between her mother's legs, her hand was cupped liked a wooden soup-spoon and in her hand she held what they described as a tiny golden lizard--no bigger than a pin head--which calmly climbed to the tip of her extended brown thumb, looked around the hospital room as if to check this was the right place, and then faded into invisibility. After that, the infant Narajuna slid effortlessly out from the uterine labyrinthe. Neither nurse reported feeling surprised or even that this was odd. Such was the routineness of inexplicables in those times. / Such was the condition which has always surrounded her, from the very beginning evaporating doubt and anxiety in those she comes in contact with.

The only pushing involved in the birth came from the expansion of an invitro cloud of fragrance that followed her into the world. The fragrance burst into the room with a brief vibrating drone--similar to the purr of a large animal--and to this very day the scent cannot be sterilized from the walls, birthing-bed and stainless steel equiptment.

It smells like a bouquet of flowers from some undersea garden.

In fact, several years ago the odor was successfully copied using chemical blends and became a popular selling perfume for women. However, rather than driving men crazy with lust and phermonal itching, it drove men into acts of uncontrollable generosity. Thousands of men became unable to make it to work due to an undeniable urge to help. They would push out of their front doors with the intent to get to the subway station and their work cubical on time, but within the five-minute walk they would become absorbed in bestowing kindness after kindness. Rescuing insects that had flipped to their backs. Scrapping gum from the pavement with their fingernails. Speaking kindly to children and stray dogs. Emptying their wallets into flowerbeds and learning to whistle the melodies of song birds.

Obviously, this presented serious trouble for the market forces that regulate the standards of normality, and so the perfume was driven off the market and stores which ignored the fundamental threats posed to market health--preferring to make short-term profits and clear their stock of the perfume--had their greedy glass display shelves ransacked by rod-swinging lawyers / ad executives in anti-contamination suits.

“I never noticed there is so much real work to do.”


narajuna (the dragon)

i have never left her.
how would that even be possible?
and, by never, i mean never.
would it be possible to leave yourself?
how far do you have to go to get apart?
how close do you have to come to be together?
beyond a foot?
within 5 meters?
she is invisible--riding her sturdy tricycle, singing the song the city sings, translating its minute vibrations, like a record needle translates the groove into the speaker: her mouth, tongue, lips, lungs, teeth, breath, lexicon.
she is invisible.
i am invisibility.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

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Jan 19, 2005 Almost 7pm

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