A small room behind a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

A literary anthology I found in a cafe, a reader from my high school days. It includes a 1910 short story by William Fryer Harvey, entitled "August Heat."

It ends like this:

The air seems charged with thunder. I am writing this at a shaky table before the open window. The leg is cracked, and Atkinson, who seems a handy man with his tools, is going to mend it as soon as he has finished putting an edge on his chisel.

It is after eleven now. I shall be gone in less than an hour.

But the heat is stifling.

It is enough to send a man mad.

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Having Never Written a Note for Percussion (1971)

Four years later, Tenney gave us his best known composition, written on the back of a postcard.

Ten years after that, his "Septet" (1981) for six electric guitars and bass.

(Oh, and tonight at Selectors' Records, Luke Fowler, Sarah Davachi and Joshua Stevenson pay tribute to Martin Bartlett in their performance entitled "Music from the Black Box".)

"A House of Dust" (1967)

A poem written by Allison Knowles, James Tenney and a Siemens 4004 computer in 1967 (the same year Tenney appeared in Carolee Schneemann's cine-poem Fuses). Stanzas were created through "iterations of lines with changing words from a finite vocabulary list."

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Two Pictures

In Umberto Boccioni's painting The Street Pavers (1914), it is the formal foundation of Futurism that is the focus. In Stephen Waddell's Asphalt Layer 1 (2001), it is not the form this worker's labour takes that contributes to the completion of this picture, but our recognition -- and admiration -- of it.

Blaise Cendrars

In 1950 Michel Manoll conducted a series of radio interviews with Blaise Cendrars (above), parts of which were later translated and published in Paris Review No. 38.

INTERVIEWER

And Faulkner, you know him?  

CENDRARS

No, I don’t know Faulkner. I’ve never met him. Malraux asked me to do a preface for the translation of Light in August; I didn’t want to do it, finding it too regional, too literary, and written as one doesn’t write any more, too well.  

A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

I awoke this morning with a small hut atop my chest -- the book I fell asleep reading.

I turn it over, curious to see where I left off.

"Sentence, Image, History" from the English translation of Jacques Rancière's  The Future of the Image (2007).

Here is the first half of the first paragraph that appears under the banner THE SENTENCE-IMAGE AND THE GREAT PARATAXIS:

"Let us call this the great parataxis. In Flaubert's time, it could take the form of the collapse of all the systems of rationales for emotions and actions in favour of the vagaries of indifferent intermixture of atoms. A little dust shining in the sun, a drop of melted snow falling from the moiré silk of a parasol, a blade of foliage on the muzzle of a donkey -- these are the tropes of matter that invent love by ranking its rationale with the great absence of any rationale for things. In Zola's time, it was piles of vegetables, charcuterie, fish and cheeses in Le Ventre de Paris, or the cascades of white cloth set ablaze by the fire of the consummation in Au Bonheur des dames. In the time of Apollinaire or Blaise Cendrars, or Boccioni, Schwitters or Varese, it is a world where all the histories have dissolved into sentences, which have themselves dissolved into words, exchangeable with the lines, strokes or 'dynamisms' that any pictorial subject has dissolved into; or with the sound intensities in which the notes of a melody merge with ship horns, car noise and the rattle of machine-guns.

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Rock, Paper, Scissors

Rock, Paper, Scissors and pattern recognition.

Artist Talk

A talk by Jimmie Durham given last year at London's Parasol Unit Foundation for Contemporary Art.

Below, documentation of Durham's Smashing (2014) (seen recently at SFU Audain Gallery's Geometry of Knowing, Part 2).

Jimmie Durham 1974 (2014)

In Jimmie Durham 1974 (2014), artist Amy Malbeuf takes a line attributed to another artist, Jimmie Durham, and beads it -- with centre-justified line breaks -- to a similarly coloured blue tarpaulin. The result is a monochromatic poem that is an homage to Durham, who at one point served on the American Indian Movement's Central Council, but also a critique of his statement.

In a 2014 interview with Canadian Art's Leah Sandals, Malbeuf says: "I do think that beadwork, or things such as beadwork and things that hold traditional value, are tools and weapons for change for a younger generation."

The image above is not from the current Custom Made/ Tsitslemte stem te ck’ultens-kuc exhibition at the Kamloops Art Gallery, but from a 2014 exhibition at Contemporary Calgary. The text on the tarpaulin reads:

AN INDIAN WHO SITS/ AND DOES BEADWORK,/ OR CONDUCTS BEADWORK CLASSES,/ OR TRADES BEADWORK/ WHEN HE OR SHE SHOULD BE/ ON THE FRONT LINE WITH A GUN,/ OR ORGANIZING HIS OR HER COMMUNITY/ IS PERFORMING/ A COUNTER-REVOLUTIONARY ACT

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Man in Mirror

A fairly recent George W. Bush.

Girl in Mirror (1963)

An early Lichtenstein.

Drawn to Curators

Last week 221A announced the hiring of Jesse McKee as Curator of Projects and Residencies. The press release was accompanied not by a photo of McKee, but by a drawing of him by Alison Yip (see above).

A couple days later, the curator of the 11th Gwangju Biennale was announced, and instead of a photo of ubiquity's Maria Lind, a drawing by Bernd Krauss (see below).

Art and Comics #3

It just so happens that Wendy art critic "Jack Sterling" and I have the same coat and hat.

Art and Comics #2

Ad Reinhardt's philistine-bashing 1946 cartoon.

Art and Comics

Walter Scott's Wendy is the art world's current comic du jour. But Rex Morgan M.D. is not far behind!

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From Cumberland

Downes Point, Hornby Island is thirty kilometres and two ferries from Cumberland.

Albert "Ginger" Goodwin

Cumberland was once home to "some of the most dangerous mines in the world."

Cumberland Legion

Across the street from an AirB&B.

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Camera Munda #3

Rustico Farm & Cellars, Oliver, B.C.

Camera Munda #2

Taken while driving slowly through the town of Lillooet last summer.

Camera Munda

I was ridding my camera of unwanted images when I came upon this one of Instant Coffee's Jinhan Ko, taken at last year's Luminocity in Kamloops.

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Bishop Strachan School

This is "one of Canada's oldest independent girl's schools."

Herby's Surplus

Last Friday, while perusing the shelves of Surplus Herby's Vernon store, I came upon their discount book table. The first book I saw was The Ben Calder Story (2005) by Stephen Zeifman, which, according to its cover, is "Book Three of the Toronto Trilogy."

Here is the synopsis that appears at Goodreads:

Ben Calder, an artist teaching at one of Canada’s oldest independent girl’s schools, is beginning to unravel. After a female student arrives from Italy, he realizes that he was in love with her mother in high school. When the mother arrives in Toronto for her daughter’s 18th birthday, however, the daughter’s jealousy precipitates Ben’s fall. Probing the heart of contemporary malaise, this novel follows a man without faith, navigating through the moral and ethical dilemmas of modern life.

And here is Deirdre Kelly's Goodreads review:

Mr. Zeifman was my art teacher at a Toronto gilrs' school, the backdrop to this rather sorry portrait of a teacher on the verge of what seems to be a nervous breakdown. I admit being a tad shocked by it. I found the sexual portraits hard to stomach. My favourite scene was at the very beginning, a haunting re-creation of a Jewish camping experience in the hinterland of Ontario, which was mightily evocative. When things got graphic and weird, I lost my capacity for empathy. Call me old-fashioned.