LEARN TO READ ART: A SURVIVING HISTORY OF PRINTED MATTER
80WSE Gallery. 80 Washington Square East. New York, NY.
December 2 – February 14, 2015.
Photos: KIRBY [via]
NICK FLYNN, Elsewhere, Mon Amour
Stills from Die große Stille
A Film by Philip Gröning
JERRY McMILLAN Ed Ruscha with six of his books on his head, 1970.
…he stopped beside a marsh with the car windows rolled down and listened to the trilling cacophony of hundreds of red-winged blackbirds, and on the other side of the road the more dulcet calls of meadowlarks. He recalled with immoderate reverence his burgeoning love at age ten for looking at paintings and listening to classical music, the lack of mind in his pleasure. How wonderful it was to love something without the compromise of language.
JIM HARRISON, The River Swimmer. New York: Grove Press, 2013. p.9
Pictured: artist unknown
Time seemed not to matter inside the windowless building; the World’s Biggest was never a place to go if you only had 10 minutes to pick something up. You could do that of course, but rushing missed the point of the place: the happenstance discovery of books we didn’t now we needed.
SHAWN MICALLEF Why we’ll miss the World’s Biggest Bookstore. The Toronto Star, November 25, 2014.
Pictured: Two books I didn’t know existed (or that I needed) found last night at BMV on Edward Street next to the now demolished World’s Biggest.
A nosegay of pansies leans toward us in a glass of water
on a white tablecloth bright in the sunlight
at the ocean where children are frolicking,
then looking around and wondering—
about what we cannot say, for we are imagining
how we would kill the disgusting man and woman
at the next table. Tonight we could throw an electrical storm
into their bed. No more would they spit on the veranda!
from The Absolutely Huge and Incredible Injustice in the World
see also: The world is wrong.