Musing a Little Space and Appreciating Pace

One can find various versions of Loreena McKennitt’s “The Lady of Shalott” from her 1991 album The Visit which runs at 11:05. Shorter versions are found in recordings of live concerts.

Curious comparers will find that McKennitt’s version is shorter than the poem upon which is is based: Alfred Tennyson‘s 1842 poem which is itself shorter than 1833 version.

I recently heard the song again and was quite taken by McKennitt’s performance: it provides the listener with time to absorb lyrics and the music flows on like the tranquil river leading to Camelot. There is something inexorable in the intertwining of voice and strings leading to Lancelot’s musing a little space and for this reader/listener to a slower re-reading and a great appreciation for the prunning.

And so for day 1602
03.05.2011

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Begrudgingly

A comment on bourgeois realism?

If language is generated out of conventions, those conventions are simply tactics. They are methods of allowing a reproduction of the world. They do not cause problems. They are not material. They are naturalistic.

Bruce Andrews “Constitution / Writing, Politics, Language, The Body”
in Paradise & Method: Poetics & Praxis

What opens up for me here is a way of thinking not in terms of “allowing” reproduction but of “inducing” reproduction. And not only of the world as it is but as it might become.

As well, tactics call for strategies.

The political dimension of writing isn’t just based on the idea of challenging specific problems or mobilizing specific groups to challenge specific problems; it’s based on the notion of a systemic grasp — not of language described as a fixed system but of language as a kind of agenda or system of capabilities and uses.

“Total Equals What: Poetics & Praxis”

“And reception is by bodies” – a turn of the page again to reproduction in its expansive sense.

And so for day 1601
02.05.2011

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Play in Diverse Environments

The copy writer captures the spirit of indignation while weaving in a quotation from Susan G. Solomon on the American playground:

[T]oday’s playgrounds, “defined by a sizable, colorful piece of commercial equipment that links steps, deck, and slides,” discourages creativity. Climb up, Careful. Now, slide! Repeat. (Get bored. Get cranky. Throw sand.)

SEE: The Potential of Place. Issue 6 Spring 2007

The article goes on to attribute the overly cautious (and boring) design to a litigious environment (which we know is linked to the lack of universal medical insurance): “Swings, monkey bars, and seesaws are passé, considered overly dangerous, liability lawsuits waiting to happen.”

The point is also made in a comparative mode by Solomon in her The Science of Play: How to Build Playgrounds That Enhance Children’s Development

Parents feel that the smallest injury can be blamed on someone other than their own child. The American legal system sometimes allows generous damages for an injury, and parents often pursue financial remuneration. In Europe or Japan there is minimal financial compensation; the legal system restricts tort damages. Instead, the European or Japanese child is expected to take stock of his actions and consider his own and communal safety. After an accident, the European or Japanese child would probably say, “What did I do wrong?”; The American child (or his parents) might ask, “Where is my lawyer?”

Might I suggest that a visit to the Corktown Common is in order. Catch sight of a butterfly, run through the splash pad and of course climb and slide. All without the irritating problem of prohibitive repetition.

And so for day 1600
01.05.2011

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Sage Advice on Snags

Dani Ortman provides care advice for her hand-woven fabrics. There is a metaphorical pull …

Snag Instructions

Every thread has its place within the cloth. When a snag happens, gently tug it back into place by running fingers along the threads path within the cloth.

DO NOT CUT SNAGS

Nice to contemplate as I wind the scarf round my neck.

And so for day 1599
30.04.2011

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Oenophilia Biographia

Lisa Pasold concludes the book Weave by raising a glass of “Saint Émilion”

I am now my own instrument
my own wheel of fortune

[…]

it’s all in the palate, how you roll
the taste of your life
around in your mouth. do you
spit it out?

Strategically placing the spittoon off the page…

And so for day 1598
29.04.2011

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Call for Enthusiasm

A 1914 pamphlet, “PLAYGROUNDS: One of Canada’s Great Needs” billed as a “Call to service for the children of the future” authored by J.J. Kelso, Superintendent of Neglected and Dependent Children of Ontario.

cover of Playgrounds: One of Canada's Greet Needs

The pamphlet urges the founding of playground associations and calls for active participation of the officers (as opposed to being mere figureheads).

People should be selected for office who are really interested and willing to exert themselves to make the movement a success. Too often men are elected to office in such societies because of their prominence, and without any expectation that they will be more than figureheads. Enthusiasm can only be sustained by frequent meetings and zealous, active service.

As a fitting prelude to involvement, I like the frontispiece which encourages a snow-ball fight.

frontispiece - A Plea for Recreation and Playgrounds

No contest she’s a winner.

And so for day 1597
28.04.2011

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Map With Itinerary

Bruce Andrews in an interview with Jeff Derksen and Kevin Davies

Explanation and prescription. My sense of praxis is prescriptive, and it’s based on the idea of explanation. The notion is that any explanation has embedded within it a particular prescription for how to change things, and that that very often has to be teased out of the explanation. And in the same way any prescription for change, and therefore I think any praxis carries with it, has embedded within it, an explanation, or a mapping, to use a more currently fashionable term, of the social terrain that someone is interested in changing. So those things parallel exactly my study of American foreign policy. I wanted that change, I wanted to think about how it could be changed, and the only way I could answer that question was to see why it was the way it is.

in Paradise & Method: Poetics & Praxis

And so for day 1596
27.04.2011

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Seed Scattering: Reclining

Olivia Laing

The Lonely City

She has evoked the dilapidated piers of New York City as both site of danger and utopia. Especially for David Wojnarowicz. One passage is not only poignant but also perversely powerful — a favourite picture as icon.

Years before, David used to buy grass seed from a store on Canal Street and roam the piers scattering it in handfuls, Johnny Appleseed in sneakers, wanting to make something beautiful from the rubble. My favourite picture of him showed him lounging on a meadow he’d planted in one of the abandoned baggage or departure halls: grass scattered with debris, grass growing out of disintegrating plaster and particles of soil. Anonymous art, unsignable art, art that was about transformation, about alchemising what was otherwise only waste.

And Laing doesn’t reproduce the picture. We are left to imagine.

And so for day 1595
26.04.2011

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Sans-abri Signals

A beacon project by Alfredo Jaar

“Lights in the city”
1999
Montreal

Approximately a hundred thousand watts of red lights have been installed in the Cupola of the Marché Bonsecours, a landmark monument in the old Montreal.

Detonating devices have been placed in the Accueil Bonneau, la Maison Eugénie Bernier and la Maison Paul Grégoire, homeless shelters located within 500 yards of the Cupola. Every time a homeless person enters any of these shelters, they are free to push the buttons and the red light will flash in the Cupola.

Not the first time Jaar engages on the Canadian scene: See 1992 “Je me souviens” in Alfredo Jaar : the fire this time : public interventions 1979-2005 — a photographic installation in a restaurant about the Vietnamese boat people. See also http://plepuc.org/en/artwork/je-me-souviens.

And so for day 1594
25.04.2011

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Urine Arcs

The pleasure of peeing

Go in the door on the right
To piss quietly, thinking
What it must be like
To stand alone in the garden
Sending great, glad,
Shimmering arcs
Out into the night.

“Brief Tourist Account”
Tracy K. Smith
The Body’s Question

And so for day 1593
24.04.2011

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