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shilohjines-blog · 8 years ago
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A grappling with time, form and embodiment.
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shilohjines-blog · 8 years ago
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Lisa Robertson, occasional work and seven walks from the office for soft architecture, 2010
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shilohjines-blog · 8 years ago
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Nilling
Nilling begins in its bookness with two quotes, which are fittingly from books that are named after book-making techniques: one from Stacy Doris (Knot):
‘Form means we keep changing our minds, at every velocity, due to life; poetry is this fact’s lucidity’
& one from Gilles Deleuze (The Fold):
‘The problem is not how to finish a fold, but how to continue it, to have it go through the ceiling, how to bring it to infinity.’
Before I submit myself as a reader, to the ink, the elliptical absence & joinery, I skim all the pages, re-read these chapter heading quotes. I contemplate the possibilities of lastingness & abandon—the knot & the fold. The knot says we were already always together & the fold says we are already always moving, turning, forgetting. I contemplate my own capacity to cross through uncertain thresholds of identity, entangled with melancholic desires, how i have unwilling survived all of this; nilling. & so I find myself in the only comfort I’ve ever known, in the vast & lonely emptiness of a book’s mutli-temporal theater, reading Lisa’s words as if they were my own, “mostly I seek the promiscuous feeling of being alive. Across a topography of tonalities, the codex amplifies an access.”
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shilohjines-blog · 8 years ago
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shilohjines-blog · 8 years ago
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Page from WORD MADE FLESH #johannadrucker
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shilohjines-blog · 8 years ago
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The typographic format of the Word Made Flesh was meant to trip the eye, return one constantly to the plane of discourse, of material production. I made this book, and Through Light and the Alphabet, out of complete love of letters. Probably more than any other of my books, these two are absolute celebrations of the beauty and expressive capability of type.
Johanna Drucker
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