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The Concert Register of Carlo Maria Giulini (1914-2005) is printed (starting on page 7) with every concert featuring the music of Anton Bruckner (1824-1896) printed in the color of red (the frontispiece on page 2 is a reference to this idea). The inspiration for printing the words of Jesus in red comes from Luke 22:20 – “This cup is the new testament in my blood, which I shed for you”. On June 19, 1899, Louis Klopsch (1852-1910) conceived the idea while working on an editorial. Klopsch asked his mentor Rev. T. De Witt Talmage what he thought of a testament with the words spoken by Jesus printed in red ink and Dr. Talmage replied, “It could do no harm and it most certainly could do much good.”
[French, English] — Monoskop Log
Pour la forme was one of the first projects of the newly formed Situationist International. The publication collected texts of Asger Jorn from the immediately preceding period. As Jorn explained in his introductory “Notice,” the texts collected in that book reflected the evolution of his experiments and encounters among radical avant-garde currents following the dissolution of the Cobra group (1948-1951) and leading up to the formation of the SI in 1957.
“Conceptual art is a big, complex category, but Alexander Alberro usefully describes it in terms of four major “trajectories”: a deemphasizing of the importance of the artist’s technical skill and the cohesiveness of the final product; an increasing emphasis on the importance of text over images; a shift away from the aesthetically pleasing toward the conveyance of that odd modern invention we call information; and a questioning of how art is “supposed” to be framed, and the notion that there is a “correct” context (like a gallery) in which people are supposed to encounter it (pp. xvi, xvii ). Conceptual writing follows these trajectories because, with a few exceptions, they had been largely ignored by literary writers.”
On James Wright’s famous poem
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
“Self-Portrait as Mae West One-Liner” by Paisley Rekdal (@paisleyrekdal) is readable online. #anagram
“American politics isn’t usually poetic, but what happens when you throw in actual poetry? Behold, our political poetry generator.”
“A documentary fiction” on the life and death of Arthur Rimbaud (1854–1891), based on his own writings and on information from the people who knew him best: his mother, his sister, a childhood friend, a teacher, the poet Paul Verlaine, an employer in Aden and a business associate.”