accordion book for raoul, july/august 2012
exhibition of accordion notebooks at sarah valeri’s (http://sarahvaleri.wordpress.com/tag/sarah-valeri/), june 2012
photos by sarah valeri - many thanks!
VIEWS OF HERE COMES EVERYBODY, november 22nd, 2011 - march 22nd, 2012
made from: micron pen, staedtler pigment liner from mexico city, sherry, vietnamese coffee, guiness, blood, espresso, rapidograph 4x0/.18, balvenie 12 year, red wine, mcsorley’s dark, sharpie pens, ginger ale, gold ink, silver ink, orange soda (fanta), kool aid (red), burnt sienna photo retouch ink, kashmiri chai (pink)
“The beards and eyebrows of the ancients do not grow on my face.” (Shitao, 1642-1707)
“…way leads on to way..” - Bob Frost
VIEWS OF HERE COMES EVERYBODY continued
(klein finnfunnboek voor peter vos)
“It is possible that Pound is right, but I cannot go back.” (James Joyce, 1st Feb 1927, letter to Miss Weaver)
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more from the tarot deck coming soon…
accordion notebook number 3: HCE/ALP in the Age of People (Bazm u Rezm / Feasting and Fighting): dieties, subjects, devotees, reliquaries, impersonations, embodiments, trash, flora/fauna, graveyard/temple, vessels (for consumption/offering), stalagmites/stalagtites (Mostly my subway life, on Boogie Street)…
or
“The universe has a habit of deleting anachronisms.” - P.K. Dick
“…when a society consists largely of imbeciles, halfwits, blockheads, and oafs there is no point in anyone calling anyone else names.” - Javier Marias
or
“Your feet bleed, Faiz, something surely will bloom
as you water the desert simply by walking through it.” - Faiz Ahmed Faiz
or
“And so it was I entered the broken world
To trace the visionary company of love; its voice
An Instant in the wind (I know not whither hurled),
But not for long to hold each desperate choice.” - Hart Crane
or
“Hell is the static lifelessness of unrelieved viciousness. Paradise is the static lifelessness of unrelieved immaculation. Purgatory a flood of movement and vitality released by the conjunction of these two elements.” - Samuel Beckett, on Finnegans Wake
or
“My friends like my songs, and I like my songs.” - The Grouch
October 13th, 2010 - April 14th, 2011


