Felix Gonzalez-Torres “Untitled” (Warm Water), 1988 c-print jigsaw puzzle in plastic bag 7.5 x 9.5 inches (19.05 x 24.13 cm)
Philip Govedare
Excavation #6, 2010
love on earth [available on my shop]
“The art of not dancing — a vital lesson. Sometimes it is very important to be awkward, inelegant, jerking, to be neither poetic no prosaic, to be positively bad. To express other possibilities for bodies, alternative values, to stop making sense […] ‘Take me to the river,’ sings [David] Byrne, in square trousers twenty times too large, looking down at his jerking hips as if they belong to someone else. This music is not mine, his trousers say, and his movements go further: Maybe this body isn’t mine, either. At the end of this seam of logic lies a liberating thought: maybe nobody truly owns anything.”
— Zadie Smith, from ‘Dance Lessons for Writers: David Byrne / David Bowie’, Feel Free: Essays
“Why is it we have so little choice? We live like the lowliest worms. Always defeated — defeated we make dinner, we eat, we sleep. Everyone we love is dying. Still, to cease living is unacceptable.” - Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen
“how lucky we are to be loved / for even a moment”
— Barbara Hamby, from ‘Letter to a Lost Friend’
Fernando Pessoa, from “Oxfordshire”, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems