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zurich-snows · 1 month ago
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From Memory by Bernadette Mayer, Siglio, 2020. Courtesy Bernadette Mayer Papers, Special Collections & Archives, University of California, San Diego.
Siglio’s Memory closes with July 31 (and with the line “you remember the past backwards & forget”), and this is the tidiest we’ve seen Bernadette: the earlier edition irreverently moved beyond its own constraint to a final section called “Dreaming,” because “memory creates an explosion of dream in August.” Here, Mayer is confined to July. About another documentary project, Studying Hunger, Mayer wrote that “a month gives you enough time to feel free to skip a day, but not so much time that you wind up fucking off completely.” This hardback edition does not fuck off at all, materially elevating Mayer’s “emotional science project” to something final, even if her messy mnemotechnics defy its glossiness (of the sort Mayer dismissed as “precious” in her 1982 defense of mimeo).
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artbookdap · 2 years ago
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Forthcoming from @sigliopress 'Helen Cammock: I Will Keep My Soul' is featured @parisreview⁠ ⁠ Read an excerpt of writing by @jiamirkh⁠ ⁠ She concludes: "One of the words that the artist @cammockhelen uses to describe her practice is 'seepage'—a slow but steady escape or drainage of one thing into another, a cycle of movement backward and forward akin to the dances of a tide. Linking her process to the condition of water—as her work is forever expanding and leaking into and out of many material genres and modes—Cammock points to the animus at the heart of her project: movement, whether historical, political, geographical, or cultural. Finding and nurturing the sites of shift and movement—the places where they come into contact, pose gaps, interrupt, form connections, become liquid—remains Cammock’s most powerful methodological tool both inside the archives and in the materialization of her films and writing. Harnessing the power of water, the churn of history, and the spirit of memory that haunts them both, Cammock seeps and soaks into historical record, offering and opening space for the flow and traces of the past to link, return, and remember."⁠ ⁠ Read the full excerpt via linkibio.⁠ ⁠ #helencammock #iwillkeepmysoul #neworleans #siglio⁠ https://www.instagram.com/p/CoGAjZEJk-j/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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professeur-stump · 2 years ago
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Photographies et narration, combine émotionnelle
2189.  Memory, Bernadette Mayer (Bernadette Mayer, Memory, 1971) (North Atlantic Books, 1975) (Siglio, 2020)
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lamilanomagazine · 6 months ago
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Rapina pluriaggravata a Napoli, vittime due minori. Rintracciato e arrestato ad Isernia uno degli autori
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Rapina pluriaggravata a Napoli, vittime due minori. Rintracciato e arrestato ad Isernia uno degli autori E’ stato rintracciato ad Isernia e tratto in arresto dai poliziotti della Squadra Mobile di Isernia e Napoli, un tunisino, R.M.R diciottenne, appartenente ad un gruppo di giovani, di cui 4 minorenni, che nella serata del 17 novembre scorso a Napoli, nei giardini del Molo Siglio, avevano rapinato due adolescenti bengalesi dei loro cellulari e di denaro contante, aggredendoli con calci e pugni per poi dileguarsi con la refurtiva. L’articolata attività di indagine della Squadra Mobile, coordinata dalle Procure della Repubblica presso il Tribunale di Napoli e presso il Tribunale per i Minori, ha portato all’individuazione dei rei, grazie anche ai riscontri delle immagini estrapolate dagli impianti di videosorveglianza presenti in zona e installati a bordo del tram dal quale erano scesi poco prima. All’esito delle indagini, sono state eseguite dalla Polizia di Stato, Ordinanze di Custodia Cautelare in Carcere emesse nei confronti di tutti i componenti del gruppo, di cui 4 minorenni, poiché ritenuti gravemente indiziati del delitto di rapina pluriaggravata.  ... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article
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unofficialchronicle · 6 months ago
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NEAR UDAIPUR, 2008, 15 1/8
essay that references this piece: https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2012/04/03/an-egoless-practice-tantric-art/
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bureau-capri · 1 year ago
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From Memory by Bernadette Mayer, Siglio, 2020. Courtesy Bernadette Mayer Papers, Special Collections & Archives, University of California, San Diego.
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thelonguepuree · 4 years ago
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Bernadette Mayer’s Memory was never meant to be a book. In a 1978 lecture, Mayer describes trying to step “away from the printed book” with this project: for the month of July 1971, she kept a journal and exposed a roll of 35 mm film each day, later recording herself narrating the images (while viewing the slides by projector) and reprocessing her memories via each medium. When “Memory” was originally shown the next year at 98 Greene Street—snapshots developed from the slides had been arranged chronologically on one wall in a long, horizontal grid, while a six-hour audio recording of the final text played—nobody wanted to buy the work, she explained, “as there was nothing to sell.” Later, in a letter to the poet Nada Gordon, Mayer suggested there was at least one offer: an editor from Praeger proposed printing a full-color version in exchange for sex. “I told him I would love to make love to him”—she explains that he was “quite attractive”—“but only if he wouldnt [sic] publish my book, and then I’m afraid I asked him to leave.”
Diana Hamilton, “Bernadette Mayer’s Memory” in BOMB (x)
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magictransistor · 7 years ago
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Anonymous. 17th Century Abstract Tantric Painting. Rajasthan, India.
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sequential-li · 7 years ago
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I’ve got a review of Anouck Durand’s book Eternal Friendship over at The Comics Journal today. Check it out!
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artbookdap · 2 years ago
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FRIDAY!! March 31 at 7 PM, @cara_the_org presents the launch of 'Helen Cammock: I Will Keep My Soul,' published by Rivers Institute for Contemporary Art & Thought, Siglio Press and the California African American Museum. The evening will include a reading and conversation between Turner Prize-winning artist Helen Cammock and writer, editor and art historian Re'al Christian. Due to limited seating, reservation is strongly encouraged. RSVP via linkinbio!⁠ ⁠ CARA: Center for Art, Research and Alliances⁠ I Will Keep My Soul: Helen Cammock in Conversation with Re'al Christian⁠ Friday, March 31 at 7 PM⁠ 225 West 13th Street⁠ ⁠ @cammockhelen @followriversinstitute @sigliopress @caaminla https://www.instagram.com/p/CqYXJCZuiZA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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k00286654 · 2 years ago
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Artist research
Sophie Calle
"Suite Vénitienne"
Calle met a man, Henri B., at a party. He said he was moving to Venice, so she moved to Venice and there, she began to follow him. Suite Vénitienne was the resulting book, first published in 1979 and re-released this month in collaboration with Siglio. Calle documents her attempts to follow her subject. She phoned hundreds of hotels, even visited the police station, to find out where he was staying, and persuaded a woman who lived opposite to let her photograph him from her window. Her photographs show the back of a raincoated man as he travels through the winding Venetian streets, a surreal and striking backdrop to her internalised mission. The very beauty of her surroundings has a filmic quality, intensifying the thriller-esque narrative of her project. Sometimes her means of following Henri B. are methodical – enlisting Venetian friends to make a phone call on her behalf – and sometimes arbitrary – following a delivery boy to see if he will lead her to him.
Alongside the photographs, Calle documents her surveillance, noting and evaluating her emotions as she trails the mystery figure, reminding herself that though she feels like she’s in love with him, it is his very elusivity to which she is drawn. She describes the wide gap between her own thoughts and his, which she cannot know. And there is one meeting between the artist and her subject – Henri B. confronts her after she has strayed too close.
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I chose to research Calle as I was already greatly interested in her work and have her book. I love the the mystery and obscurity of her images and they are almost anxiety inducing as we watch from Calle's point of view as she avoids being caught by her subject. She turns mundane series of events into a mysterious journey and holds her viewers attention.
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nobrashfestivity · 4 years ago
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Unknown, Tantric Painting, India
From Siglio Press’s Tantra Song, one of the only books to survey the elusive tradition of abstract Tantric painting from Rajasthan, India.
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mentaltimetraveller · 3 years ago
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Detail from “Room 25” 
Sophie Calle, The Hotel (Siglio Press, 2021)
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tyler-cain · 5 years ago
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A few pages from Karen Green’s book Frail Sister, an unsettling, uncanny work of “docu-fiction” and “vis-fiction” (a la Vis-Po) that explores the life and times of a young woman, Constance, who performs as a musical prodigy during the Great Depression and then goes off to Italy during WWII. When she returns stateside, things go awry and her life begins to spiral, and I won’t say anymore about what happens.
The book is a collage, a “rescued history,” according to the publisher, Siglio Press, of a missing woman’s life. It’s told through found photos and correspondence to and from Constance, letters from her close sister, her brother, and various men who fell for her whether abroad during the war or stateside.
It’s a wild ride and beautifully assembled.
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thinkingimages · 4 years ago
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In 1971, the poet Bernadette Mayer spent the entire month of July attempting to capture the movement of her attention and the formation of her memories. Over the course of those thirty-one days, she wrote two hundred pages and shot more than a thousand 35mm slides. The resulting project, Memory, is oceanic. Each of Mayer’s daily journal entries rolls and eddies as she allows herself to thoroughly investigate the elasticity of language and the contours of her mind. Arrayed in grids, the photographs—of grass, cats, friends, flags, skies, boats, herself, the moon—fix into place the minutiae of her days. Later this month, Siglio Press will publish a new edition of Memory that collects the full sequence of images and text for the first time in book form. Mayer’s diary entry and photographs for July 7 appear below.
Do you have access to a T? Do you have access to a xerox machine? This is a major fate hate weigh your fat. So lost so you’re lost how lost can you be when everywhere you turn it’s morning & a flag’s going up over a map: 2 bean sprouts resting on a snow pea pod & then, it snows, it snows for the first time it snows buckets it snows mainly. It snows rain snow gets rid of a lot of germs, says x of the piemonte ravioli co. we pack our pasta in boxes it’s homemade & speak about the weather: homemade stolen electric typewriters it isnt one yet stolen cassette tape recorder he had schemes. Between recorder & he is: the difference between me & the maharajah. We dont we wont atone for that we leave it as it is so, lost you’re lost how lost can you be when everywhere you go it’s morning & the sun’s coming up over a map: & the map a map to alford massachusetts to a certain place in alford massachusetts within the town lines it goes like this forward: start up the car past golf course along winding road across route 183 past j&k’s house (blue & yellow) up to T in road (chesterwood sign) follow the sign make left the road turns to dirt follow the arrows who? Till the road it’s dirt veers off in two directions always bear right on the dirt road. Veering right watch for oncoming cars on this narrow dirt road you’ll go by a white fence just pass by it when you get to real road, asphalt, that’s route 41, take a left go over a small bridge quickly (it’s green) you go a tenth of a mile & make the first right up & around the black surface of winding cobb hill road, if you’re careful you see the sign. Winding & uphill until you read a complex of buildings that looks like a textbook farm, if you make the right right in a second you’ll be passing a big red barn on the left, watch for the cows & people on the road & incidentally here’s where the road — if you walk on it you’ll see — looks like it was hit, the surface of the road, by a series of small meteors burning holes making holes making burns in the surface of the black hard asphalt brown burns. Go right on till you see a small sign that’s faded over it says alford five miles & something else, this is your first left on the road — if you’re on a motorcycle at night you’ll notice here that the temperature of the air is considerably warmer than before, we are in some kind of valley air pocket but after driving a few miles uphill it seems inexplicable except to the people who live here, here we also pass a dream-like farm nestling in the valley’s expensive soil, after making this left the road suddenly turns to gravel — I think this was probably temporary so dont count on it but the gravel begins as you cross the west stockbridge-alford town line sign. Just after you’ve passed the alford brook club or just before alford brook itself is almost invisible like a light on the shore of the country we’re making for, we’re almost there, go about 1.3 miles on this road & then stop at the house...
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retentionalfinitude2 · 4 years ago
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“We open our eyes and ears seeing life each day excellent as it is. This realization no longer needs art though without art it would have been difficult (yoga, zazen, etc.) to come by. Having this realization, we gather energies, ours and the ones of nature, in order to make this intolerable world endurable.”
--John Cage, Diary: How to Improve the World (You Will Only Make Matters Worse)
[The reprint by Siglio Press is yet another lovely literary object from John Cage.]
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