/ G N
Monday, October 22, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Ornaments
particles emerge, move about, are enlightened
like predator fish striking at its prey
soon to have never eaten again
dressed for a party as thieves
when sleep is poured into tall glasses
we deviate inwardly, to circulate
of the slowing down of the clapper´s pendulum motion
or why we are here, the depth of waves
we know nothing, therefore time-being never splits
we are ornaments, our task is to sit crouched
over the dead trunks of our dredged victims
being as foolish as we are unafraid of being caught
our sun rises with modification
it goes down, for something it must do
over the walls, chairs, hand shanks, beds
pregnant with stature, like the mobile continent
of nondecomposable plastic debris that is driven by
the Gulf Stream back and forth between the coasts
we set about to prowl along the roads and walls
/ NN
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
For those who will not be able to read most of the new novel by Mattias Forshage, Tesserakt eller Konsten och dödsstjärnan (Tesseract, or Art and the Deathstar) (oh, in fact there are some parts in English in it, but they wouldn't tell the main stories), we can at least give a hint about the contents by this box from the ongoing solo exhibition of MF's in Stockholm suburb Abrahamsberg, a box "Tesseract 1: the haunted house" which deals with some central themes.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Shroud in sloe bloom
There is a woman, appropriately undressed and swept in sheets, who wakes up in the morgue. Lunar-like blue-grey light suggests it is night and there is a window. Nobody knows how it happened, there was just this mess made, and the sheets left behind, and then she seems to have resumed her life in secrecy.
Far later, after trainrides and sloe bushes, but still asleep, I am struck by the possibility that this woman in the morgue was Leonora Carrington.
MF
one of several legs
Sheila Legge, who was the "surrealist phantom" in a few photographs and live performances in 1936, remains the surrealist phantom in her elusiveness. Biographical data about her are very scarce, and when you are searching for them, you end up in more traces of others' similar and similarly futile quest than in any answers.
Sheila Legge was, according to her contemporaries, an important presence in the early English Surrealist Group in 1936. She was a good poet, she had a secret affair with René Magritte, she made her famous appearances as the surrealist phantom, and she disappeared. She came from Oxford to London, but her birthdate remains unknown just like all the details of her background and later life.
Among the false leads surrounding this absence of biographical information, a few Sheila Legges or Leggs have died in recent years (though all seem too young to be her). Sometimes there will involontarily gleam forth some perhaps surrealist humor even in her independent namesakes. The Glasgow Herald of 19/3 1988 reported that "Meningitis victim Mr Andrew Buck, 24, has been brought out of a deep coma by his neighbour's bark. Mrs Sheila Legg sat at Mr Buck's Bristol hospital bedside mimicking her two dogs as he lay unconscious for four days."
MF
Kaleidoscope
We'll be damned! Finally there is a book available about the surrealist movement, as not confined to a certain "heroic" period or a certain famous geographical distribution; but as truly internationalist and a lasting pole of regroupment, as it actually is! Is this the first time ever a comprehensive presentation of this is compiled before the eyes of the reading public?
728 pages of Miguel Perez Corrales Caleidoscopio surrealista is now available (La Página, Tenerife), and on the side of it Miguel is posting plentiful newsflashes and selected highlights of the past in his newly launched blog Surrealismo internacional.
(more detailed discussion forthcoming at the Icecrawler)
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
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