Fork by Charles Simic // 1971

This strange thing must have crept

Right out of hell.

It resembles a bird’s foot

Worn around the cannibal’s neck

                                                                                                       -

As you hold it in your hand,

As you stab with it into a piece of meat,

It is possible to imagine the rest of the bird:

Its head which like your fist

Is large, bald, beakless and blind

Missing by Rita Dove // 1995

I am the daughter who went out with the girls,

never checked in and nothing marked my “last 

known whereabouts,” not a single glistening petal.

      

Horror is partial; it keeps you going.  A lost

child is a fact hardening around its absence,

a knot in the breast purring Touch, and I will

                                                                                                               

come true.  I was “returned,” I watched her

watch as I babbled It could have been worse

Who can tell

what penetrates?  Pity is the brutal 

discipline.  Now I understand she can never

die, just as nothing can bring me back -

                                                                                                           

I am the one who comes and goes

I am the footfall that hovers

Our objects, ourselves

Our objects, ourselves

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Extracts of Allen Ruppersberg’s Fifty Helpful Hints on the Art of the Everyday // 1985

General


The individual search for the secret of life and death.  That is the inspiration and the key.

The reality of impressions and the impression of reality.

The ordinary event leads to the beauty and understanding of the world. 

Start out and go in.

Each work is singular, unique and resists any stylistic or linear analysis. Each work is one of a kind. 

Personal, eccentric, peculiar, quirky, idiosyncratic, queer. 

The presentation of a real thing.  

The ordinary and the rare. their interconnectedness and interchangeability. 

There is a quotidian sense of loss and tragedy.

Collect, accumulate, gather, preserve, examine, catalogue, read, look, study, research, change, organize, file, cross-reference, number, assemble, categorize, classify, and conserve the ephemeral. 

Art should make use of common methods and materials so there is little difference between the talk and the talked about […]

A sort of journalist reporting on the common, observable world. 

Suicide is often the subject because it is a representative example of the ultimate moment of mystery.  The last private thought.  

Look for narrative of any kind.  Anti-narrative, non-narrative, para-narrative, semi-narrative, quasi-narrative, bad-narrative.

Use everything.

The artist is a mysterious entertainer.  

Jannis Kounellis, Untitled (Hanging Knife), 1991

Jannis Kounellis, Untitled (Hanging Knife), 1991

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