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More Bite Than Bark Since 2005
Monthly archive November, 2005

Suddenly aware of the precariousness of home

Oh the wonders. Had a little fun with this found object. For the record, every woman who passed by stopped to ew and ah, over the house. One man did too, but he just wanted to take a photo…

Film bites

Derrida, The Movie is not what you would expect. At least in terms of the filmmakers themselves who often seem a bit buffoonish. But Derrida is so incredibly charming and energetic it more than makes up for their clumsiness…a must see. In fact perhaps a must-own. Another must see is Capote, a gripping tale of...

Reading Notes, 1

O CidadanThe poem is love, is touching all ends simultaneouslyThe poet is stretched from shore          unmoooredReason is as reason does. Consider the event: poematicapoetry being the most unfiltered of art forms, the most awareof its own cost super 8 in a line lengthredundancy of script notesif love is deconstruction is it not also decreation? Can decreation...

Women Blogging Women

Back in September I posted a note that said I was likely going to end my blogging adventure. Clearly I have decided not to. There are a number of reasons why, but the most important one may be—dare I say it—a question of gender. Tired old dialogue that it is, I notice there are not...

Gertrude Stein was a Broad

Well, at least she had the swagger of one in her speech…check out the moves on this dufus reporter. Recorded at the Algonquin, and once more, thanks to ubu!

Inasmuch As It Is Always Already Taking Place, 1990

A day at Moma. This installation, by Gary Hill, which I stumbled upon on the way to the restrooms yesterday, was one of the highlights…complete report to come.

Bartleby the Scrivener

Who would have imagined Bartleby on stage? Smushed as I was in a corner, at the edge of the stage with a cold and a lap-full of cough drops and remembering the longish experience of wading through the story I had my concerns about the experiment. But it was for naught. R.L. Lane has adapted...

Journaling into Poetry

There are moments in Decreation where I hear Virginia Woolf’s acerbic wit slice across the page. This, the last stanza of GNOSTICISM IV, could be an entry from one of her journals: At the moment in the interminable dinner when Coetzee baskingicily across from you at the faculty table is all at oncethere like a...

Jeff Wall

Photographs by Jeff Wall, from Tate Modern Jeff Wall, Photographs 1978-2004 at the Tate ModernWall is one of my favourite photographers. He was the first photographer I encountered that broke traditional lines of composition, and the first that included non-glamorous, or rather, did not focus on traditionally beautiful characters. He was also the first photographer...

More on Virginia Woolf

This week’s New York Times book section featured a review of the new book by Julia Briggs–who was here in the city on Friday night and whom I planned on hearing but due to multiple events, didn’t make it to. In conjunction with the review the Times has posted the following resources. Quite an assemblage....