Simon Streather’s Night Paintings
A Few Unruly Thoughts This essay was written for Simon Streather’s exhibition Night Paintings at The Cello Factory, London (October 2018). Simon Streather’s new paintings look like rare
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Nikolai Fedorov’s Death
It is a well-known fact that death, being outside of all linguistic referent, cannot be represented; language is indeed utterly incapable of addressing death properly
William Carlos Williams’s Cuts
Besides seeking the universal in the parochial, William Carlos Williams’s collection of poems Spring and Allis also an attempt to capture what appears to be immediately
I don’t do blogs, posts, or tweets, these graffiti on the world’s most popular virtual walls. However harsh this sounds, this is not a criticism of bloggers, posters, or tweeters. This is simply an admission of being incapable of impromptu ideas, uninhibited theories, clever proposals, spontaneous reactions, and witty retorts. I’m always hopelessly behind the pace of life, continually in need of further reflection before making a statement. As soon as an issue is worth blogging, posting, or tweeting about, it very quickly ceases to be blog, post, or tweet worthy. So I capitulate to the pace of life, endlessly postponing the entry until it loses its relevance. But I am not dead yet, so in the defiance of the inevitable, I give here a Log of reflections, some of which are unpublished conference papers. Please leave a comment if these scattered, un-peer-reviewed thoughts resonate with you.