this weekend
I am going where the people are.
On the agenda:
- film festivities
- ballers
- poetry readings
- art and power
- guerilla swinging (I wish. Oh, how I wish.)
the map is not the territory
If words are not things, or maps are not the actual territory, then, obviously, the only possible link between the objective world and the linguistic world is found in structure, and structure alone.Alfred Korzybski
imaginary outfit: mapmaker
Today I feel like demarcating a geography, fixing locations. To map something is to break it down into defined boundaries, discrete parts locked into place, to create a specific order to the world. It's an action of sharing known quantities.
What specifically I want to map, I don't know. Maybe this impulse towards control results from the muffling blanket of uncertainty covering the world right now. Almost every person in my family has been buffeted by these bad winds that are blowing. I don't know where they will land. Maybe this is all just an gesture towards fixing them again in a safe and bounded world.
I like the idea of being a mapmaker.
carte du tendre
The Map Of Tenderness from Madeleine de Scudéry's Clélie, published in the 17th century.
Strange Maps has a good post explaining the territory, including the River of Inclination which flows past Submission and Attentiveness into the Dangerous Sea that surrounds Unknown Lands.
soles
I draw in the lines of your foot. I paint in the lines of your mouth. I make watercolors in your hand. I sew images in your ear. I draw a map in your navel…
I was very impressed by the Carte du Tendre [Map of Tenderness] invented by a woman writer of 17th century France, Mlle de Scudery. For some time, I conceived of gardens of “tendre” which mix writing and photography with real spaces: the path of reconciliation, the tree of shame, the herbs of confidences, the turtle of longevity, the spider of scandal, the route of chance, the maple of dispute, the copse of indiscretion, the timber trees of hope, the oak of kisses, the poppies of confession, the rabbit of fortune, the branches of forgetfulness, the junction of uncertainties, the forest of hesitations, the lake of temptation, the plains of fatigue, the lime tree of rest, the mountain of assiduousness, the passageway of pain, the intersection of ambition, the ramble of emotion, the slope of forgetfulness, the mound of despair…
Annette Messager, quoted in an interview with Bernard Marcade in BOMB, Issue 26, Winter 1989.
In the interview, she calls herself 'a trainer of paper spiders'. I like that.
for use on days with uninteresting skies
Kim Laughton's Box of Clouds: a keychain photo viewer modified to use natural light to reveal images of clouds.
I love this from the very bottom of my heart. Seen at MAKE.
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