Marcus Slease
Public Spaces
Today was a class with BBC words in the nude
and now it is a train ride with Bernadette Mayer's Poetry State Forest &
Gabe Gudding 's Rhode Island Notebook in mindlast night a conversation with Peter Jaeger about NY Schools and Philip
Whalen etc.and I'm thinking of life writing life & Abigail Child's video Mirror
World text by Gary Sullivan and appropriating the misappropriate and so on
and over the weekend I went to the Barbican and saw some Laurie Anderson
& Trisha Brown & Gordon Matta-Clark who had a housecut in half
Anderson had a talking pillow
duet for door jamb &
violinand a headphone table
where a fragment of
recorded poetry
travelsfrom table through hands and into ears
which actas a pair of headphones
Brown's planes went live three dancers moved in and out
of holesgracefully posing
as aerial footage of NYC
&
microscopic imageswere projected onto the wall
and Laurie Anderson's
institutional dreamswas an experiment
to see how sleepingin different
public spacesmight influence
dreamsthis was after visiting the
natural history museum
with stuffed animals
and I just wanted outof the crowds
of human monkeys gathered
to trace their ancestry
and Joe told me about muffins with meat and clothes that never got dryin the backwaters of Portugal
yes this process with or in speech! speech!
we're gonna start back up again
THIS IS SPACE AND WE FILL IT UP
This Ink Still Glows
Starbucks. Angel. Itchy leg. Area of leg below left bum cheek. Toilet flooded here hope
it's just water.Waiting to meet Linus Slug and Michael Zand
to head
to Parasol Unitfor
"I know Something about Love"
at TASMAC
had a conversation with a man who went on and on
about theMERITS
of white neighbourhoods
oh god!
not this again!
PEN FROM INK GLOWS ON PAPER
(uni-ball, eye micro)
my notebook is resting
on Beradette Mayer's Poetry
State Forest
which is resting on a sticky table
as is elbow
muddy footprints
from flooded
toiletspring disappeared from London
who are my people
I'm not middle class
in income
but I am white
previous notebooks displayed a stilted mind hell-
bent on future plans in continuous mindfuck
searching
for home
HERE AM I!
on the flipside being hip white
doesn't appeale.g., street cred
from moving into crimed neighbourhoods
and driving up
property prices
with art(SOHO, BRICK LANE but not Brixton maybe never Brixton)
desperate
poverty or lulling material comforts
have little to do
with interesting artor maybe
neither excludes
the OTHER