Archive for November, 2008

Algorhythmic Avant-Garde

There’s this new, controversial anthology of nearly 4,000 poems, entitled Issue 1. It is large enough to defy the limits of traditional bookbinding, with its 3,785 pages. It defies another assumption about books, too. This anthology was compiled by editors Stephen McLaughlin, Gregory Laynor & Vladimir and Aleksandrovich Zykov, but its contents weren’t exactly “written”. An article in Poetry Magazine’s blog describes exactly how the text was compiled. Suffice it to say that the book was generated, not written.

Issue 1 features the names of several thousand people, living and dead, poets and not. With each name is a poem, or at least what looks like a poem. These texts were not written by the people whose names accompany the texts. Instead, some of the texts appear to have been algorithmically generated by a computer program named Erica T. Carter.

It’s worth noting that the purpose of this computer program, aside from the linguistic parsing of patterns in English poetry, is to “disrupt the Academy’s mission of exclusion, its selfishness and greed, its supercilious arrogance. It does so by composing texts that democratize both the processes of reading and writing. It’s obvious that many of Erica’s poems are as good as most of what emerges as academic verse. But more important, absent an author, any reader’s reading is a valid reading.”

Many of the people whose names appear in the Issue 1 publication are angry, because their names appear in the anthology, without permission, and alongside texts that they did not write. A good overview of the controversy was titled “How to Make a Poet Cry on the Interweb Using Search Technologies

The people at forgodot.com announced early last week that they would release an anthology called “Issue 1″ with new poetry from […] around 4000 names, most of which belong to contemporary poets who might be considered “avant-garde” and dead ones. […] if you were […] one of the other living poets they claimed they would publish, you would […] go to their site and realize that you had neither submitted any poetry to them nor had given permission to use anything previously published. This would leave you with three options. You could get irate or elated that someone actually bothered to list your name with contemporaries and icons, or you could keep a wary eye on their site to see what would happen next. One way of doing that would be doing what I did: leave a comment and ask to be notified when others did the same. Your inbox would then flood with hundreds of comments.

I blogged about it, other poets blogged about it, it became an instant internet meme. Everyone in the poetry world knew about it.

One of the most popular blogs about poetry is maintained by Ron Silliman, whose name was also used in Issue 1. He is one that might fall into the “irate” category, and he does have a point. After briefly reviewing what’s interesting about Issue 1, he concluded, Issue 1 is what I would call an act of anarcho-flarf vandalism. (You may be wondering: what is Flarf, anyway?) Silliman and others have mentioned the possibility of legal action.

The PDF file that contains Issue 1 disappeared from the internet shortly after its publication – perhaps in response to the controversy – but it resurfaced. Along with it came a “polite clarification” from the editors. This kind of clarification is important to consider, before deciding whether to condemn or censor a work of art.

Indulge me in an obscure analogy. Let’s say I sit down and write the most vile, nasty, over-the-line-type-of-toxic-racist missive I can think of. Better yet, rearrange some Google vomit into an original composition and save myself a few minutes. If I were to distribute this speech, it would be considered a hate crime. I could, however, shape this text into letterforms — say, large 120pt letters composed of 10pt type. If I were to spell something like “racism is bollocks” out of such illegal text, the mode of reading would be altered. The formerly despicable statement would be neutralized.

This is an approximation of my original expectations regarding the reception of this magazine. I expected its size, format, and (to my eye) clearly algorithmically generated content to make our intentions clear. I wholeheartedly support the world of small press publishing and small press writing. Following the distribution of Issue 1, I would consider myself to be a member of that community on some small scale.

A lot has been written about Issue 1 and not all of it is negative. In addition to this clarification, and the post on Poetry’s blog, a recent radio interview from Ceptuetics gives an account of the motivations and methods behind the creation of Issue 1. It has been pointed out that the appropriation here is nothing new, in the art world. Marcel Duchamp comes to mind for creating things similar to Issue 1. The difference, I suppose, is that DaVinci was long dead, and couldn’t be bothered when Duchamp added facial hair to the Mona Lisa. Rauschenberg erased a work of art by de Kooning, and de Kooning approved, reluctantly. So you see, something like Issue 1 is not without precedent.

For my part, I’m intrigued to see that my name made it on a list that is largely comprised of living, “post-avant” poets. Some of the other poets who were included have chosen to go ahead and “claim” the poetry that appears with their name. In closing, here’s “my” poem.

Improved existence and second habiliments

A habiliment of fore-ends
A habiliment of invasions
A habiliment of surgeons
A habiliment of banquets

A leverrier
A leverrier
A leverrier
A leverrier

Wrapping oxygen

Dissolving past
Dissolving existence
Dissolving plucking

Implored
Implored

— Dylan Kinnett

Advice for Writing Art Criticism

Lately, I’ve been Learning to Write Art Criticism. Along the way, I’ve discovered some useful advice from a variety of critics at The Guardian, an English newspaper. Here’s a useful passage.

‘Don’t trust your prejudices but believe in your instincts’

Adrian Searle on art

The only rule: look, look again, and keep on looking. If you don’t like looking, don’t write about art.

There are lots of ways of writing. Read other critics, and not just the ones who write in newspapers. You can be as creative and as mischievous, as serious or as funny as the mood takes you or the situation demands. Think about the details and also about the bigger picture. Find out how artists think, what they say and how they make their work. Find out about materials. Read everything: it’ll all be useful.

Context matters a lot, and don’t forget you are part of that context, too. Don’t always trust the things written on the gallery wall or in an exhibition catalogue. Never write about what you haven’t seen.

Don’t trust your prejudices but believe in your instincts. Respect your readers, many of whom know more than you do. Also remember that they might not have seen the things you have chosen to write about, so tell them what things look and feel like and what they make you think. Tell them why some things matter, and others don’t. Ask yourself questions. Remember that we live in 2008, not 1688.

And by the way, you might not know what you think until you’ve written about it. Writing is a voyage of discovery. You will get lost and you will get things wrong. That can be worth reading, too. Be honest, even when you’re making things up. Don’t worry if what you are doing isn’t exactly criticism. Critics work with what other people do; but don’t be afraid and go your own way.

Got any more advice? Post it in the comments!

A “Wake” for Link Magazine

And all that you’ve held sacred, falls down and does not mend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
Bob Dylan

Tonight was a mournful night for the arts community of Baltimore, even though the mourning was mostly in jest. A “wake” was held for Baltimore’s defunct arts magazine, Link: A Critical Arts Journal in Baltimore and the World (1996-2006). For ten years or so, Link was a preeminent authority on the subject of – you guessed it – arts in Baltimore and the World. Link published art criticism and commentary, with timely themes including net.art, at a time when the world wide web was still something of a novelty to most people; and “outsider art” or “visionary” art, at the birth of Baltimore’s Visionary Art Museum. Notable contributors to the publication included Yoko Ono, in the final issue.

Flyer for the wake held in memory of Link, a now-defunct arts publication.

Flyer for the wake held in memory of Link, a now-defunct arts publication.

Link’s wake began with a doleful litany, followed by eulogy, and was punctuated by drinking, as all good wakes should be. Highlights of the evening’s black comedy featured performance art by the Performance Thanatology Research Society, which included a woman who mummified herself and then sang “when you wish upon a star”. Other “mourners” crashed the eulogy by wailing and moaning and sobbing, while carrying black umbrellas and flowers. This wake was held at the 14Karat Cabaret, a hotbed of avant-garde activity in Baltimore, which was also the venue that hosted Link’s initial release party, ten years ago.

Out of respect for the deceased, presumably, no mention was made of the cause of death. A cautionary sermon, therefore, was conspicuously absent.

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Local NPR radio show “The Signal” gave a less tongue-in-cheek eulogy.

Link is gone, may it rest in peace, but the spirit behind the publication lives on. Tonight the torch was passed to a new publication in Baltimore, Locus Art Magazine. Locus has already published a fifth issue, and was named the 2008 best art magazine by Baltimore Magazine. (That fifth issue contains an interview with my former neighbor, Dina Kelberman. Shout-out to Dina.)

Baltimore’s art scene is in good hands, with the support of all the venues and programs that have sprouted up since the days of Link’s inception. Locus makes a fine contribution to that support for the visual arts.

Now, about that literary scene…