one time, post-miscarriage, i cried for an entire flight from los angeles to new york. no one seemed to notice, except for the little girl sitting next to me, who offered me a piece of her candy bar.
i’ve been thinking about this map (and this project) since lookerlooker first posted it.
“The East Bay chapter of the Public Crying Coalition seeks to share and document sites and stories of public crying. An act both intimate and isolating, public crying exists at the axis of public and private, hyper visible and unnoticed, vulnerable and galvanized. We seek to map the East Bay with the psychogeography of tears and share their narratives through our walking tour and dialogue. This project is ongoing.”
i love this series. go here for actual post.
gaston bachelard, the poetics of space
Stills from Intercourse with… by Hannah Wilke, 1976
In this haunting performance, Wilke conflates the private and the public as autobiographical theater. The audience “eavesdrops” on a series of phone messages intended for Wilke, recorded from her answering machine. This voice-over litany of messages becomes an intimate if one-sided narrative of Wilke’s life, a diary of personal and professional relationships — family, lovers, friends, colleagues — that is oddly elegiac. Wilke strips to reveal that her body is covered with the names of the individuals we have heard speaking; she then methodically removes the names until all traces have disappeared.
“Since 1960, I have been concerned with the creation of a formal imagery that is specifically female, a new language that fuses mind and body into erotic objects that are namable and at the same time quite abstract. Its content has always related to my own body and feelings, reflecting pleasure as well as pain, the ambiguity and complexity of emotions. Human gestures, multi-layered metaphysical symbols below the gut level translated into an art close to laughter, making love, shaking hands … Eating fortune cookies instead of signing them, chewing gum into androgynous objects … Delicate definitions …Rearranging the touch of sensuality with a residual magic made from laundry lint or latex loosely laid out like love vulnerably exposed … continually exposing myself to whatever situation occurs … gamboling as well as gambling.”
Turn-ons: giving me your wi-fi password
Chris Kraus approves of your tumblr.
thank you for the “I’m looking at you Kara” tag :)
kate zambreno on ann cvetkovich’s depression: a public feeling at the new inquiry. this is relevant to many discussions. i like the part about needing new forms of writing to counteract the mainstream depression memoir; the mention of barbara’s i’m trying to reach you (obviously); the idea of linking despair to “the often humiliating experiences of capitalism”; and that this article is related to my last post.