Posts Tagged ‘ memory ’

Web-Like String Installations by Chiharu Shiota Hold Tension Between Absence and Existence | Colossal

A profound sense of curiosity and a search for answers consumes Chiharu Shiota’s practice. The Osaka-born, Berlin-based artist is known for her massive installations that crisscross and intertwine string into mesh-like labyrinths. Simultaneously dense in construction and delicate and airy, the site-specific works rely on negative space and a recurring theme of “absence in existence,” Shiota tells Louisiana Channel in a new interview.

Source: Web-Like String Installations by Chiharu Shiota Hold Tension Between Absence and Existence | Colossal

Christien Gholson – Mudlark Flash 143 (2021) – Poetry

Lament for Snow Blowing off the Roof under Grey Skies

There is loss it skins the world raw 
Sloughs off tomorrow and tomorrow blots out the stars scrapes 
	snow-dust across snow-hives 
Tears snow through snow a junco blown into last night’s window 
Unfathomable loss no raven or angel eye can plumb it

I must forget how snow can peel back the skin

This is the loss snow-dust an illusion while it happens 
Snow-dust that flies already gone 
I long for raven wing on a fence-post mice who dream 
	snow-crust into existence packrat-cell beneath 
	floorboards double oval of deer prints in mud 
	while they are still here

I must forget the snow as it falls
There is loss indistinguishable from my death who stands 
	beside me wearing a late Paleozoic snow-cloak 
When I go snow-blind there’s nothing left but voices on 
	the wind calling to themselves hunting their 
	former bodies 
Look at how they ache and cry and skin the air

I must forget how all the cats in the world lift their open mouths 
		to catch the flying snow

This is the loss standing on the shoreline with my first child 
	watching snow fall into the sea 
Whitecap-embrace of water with water thinking how many 
	times it will happen in the years to come and it has 
	not come again 
Death’s hands are cold so cold but hold me so close

I have already forgotten the murder-cry in the magpie’s 
                                  blue feather

I spin with snow-dust become snow-dust for maybe the last time 
To feel snow-dust blow through the heart into a cavern of masks 
	and stub-candles held by disembodied claws 
Our hands and tongues and thighs become shadow-mutations 
	because of such loss

How can I forget the way snow collects on your hat your 
               cheeks eyelashes brightens your eyes

This is the loss words torn off roofs names without bodies 
No I would become snow I would   
I would sacrifice my body for the body of snow the slide of 
	a blue whale’s back against ocean ice the arctic hare’s 
	leap the snow leopard’s eye from behind snow-driven 
	stone No

I will not forget

Source: christien Gholson – Mudlark Flash 143 (2021) – Poetry

Mythology of Blue : The Lord gives everything and charges by taking it…

Mortal Soul, Moral Soul | Lapham’s Quarterly

The Veteran in a New Field (detail), by Winslow Homer, 1865. The Metropolitan Museum of Art, Bequest of Miss Adelaide Milton de Groot (1876–1967), 1967.

What happens when private grief becomes common experience?


In Antarctica a human voice — depending on air temperature, wind direction, the quality of the ice to refract sound—can be heard almost two miles away. There are few places of such silence on this earth. But there are other ways, if we have the desire and the will, to hear voices from a distance, even when that silence is gone. And it can still be found in our communion with literature, with art — a deep privacy that is simultaneously the voice of one mind, one soul, to another. There is no redemption in history. The dead remain where they are buried. But memory knows that the dead will float to the surface of the river. Memory knows the dead can read.

In your hands, my hunger. 

Anne Michaels

Source: Mortal Soul, Moral Soul | Lapham’s Quarterly


DSC_2252-1: photo by Bronfer, 29 April 2018

Beyond the Pale


NeverEnding Story: One Man’s Maple Moon: Place of No Memory Tanka by A A Marcoff

One Man’s Maple Moon: Place of No Memory Tanka by A A Marcoff

English Original

I have come
to a place
of no memory —
white butterflies,
pure breeze, light

Presence, 55, 2016

A A Marcoff

Chinese Translation (Traditional)

的地方 —

Source: NeverEnding Story: One Man’s Maple Moon: Place of No Memory Tanka by A A Marcoff

Digital Neuroland & the Assemblage Brain | Deterritorial Investigations

Source: Digital Neuroland & the Assemblage Brain | Deterritorial Investigations

Fish recognise friends and foes through their unique faces | New Scientist

Roberto Nistri/Alamy Stock Photo

“Fish are generally lowly regarded,” says Ken Collins of the University of Southampton, UK. “One example is the widespread but false notion that goldfish only have a 3-second memory.”

However, much like mammals, fish “can have complex lives and consequently need a number of cognitive abilities with which to carry out a range of behaviours”.

Source: Fish recognise friends and foes through their unique faces | New Scientist

A Longhouse Birdhouse: JOHN BERGER ~

Source: A Longhouse Birdhouse: JOHN BERGER ~

Her Private Papers – M Train by Patti Smith | The New York Review of Books

obrien_1-102215_jpg_600x649_q85Patti Smith, New York City, early 1970s; photograph by Judy Linn

M Train by Patti Smith |NYRB