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Text tasks and verb lists

Texts, reading and writing came out to be the topic of October and November last year. First, in the workshop Verb Lists – Knowledge Done Again at the conference Mobilityshifts : International Future of Learning Summit at New School in New York and later, in a talk about Roles and Relations in Artistic Research at the ISCP International Studio & Curatorial Program, a talk which nevertheless morphed into a collective reading-writing session.

   

The workshop Verb Lists – Knowledge Done Again was developed from a symposium held in Copenhagen in June 2011 with the University of Copenhagen, Freïe Universität and Goldsmiths University of London, which I co-organized with Adam Drewes, Katrine Dirckinck-Holmfeld, Martin Glaz Serup and Trine Friis Sørensen. The symposium was called How to do things with academia and questioned traditional ways of organizing and performing academia. All participants submitted, instead of an abstract, a manual of how to do something differently with and in academia. Divided into 5 groups some 30 people worked intensively over a period of 3 days to create 5 collective manuals, which were printed and performed the last day.

  

In my group (consisting of Thorbjørn Becjman, Jürgen Bohm, Paola Crespi, Janis Jefferies, Trine Friis Sørensen and myself) we had DIY universities as our topic and somehow ended up creating a circular manual of “doing” as such inspired by Richard Serra’s Verb List from 1967-68. We literally read the verbs out loud, performed them, video recorded it and then asked others to interpret our movements thereby generating a new list of verbs. The new list of verbs was then performed, recorded, interpreted etc. creating a never ending manual translating verbs into action, actions into verbs and text into image, image into text.
 
The transformation of verbs to physical movements inspired Trine Friis Sørensen and I to translate the manual into the driving force of a workshop for the Mobilityshifts conference in October 2011 at the New School in New York. With a critical intention to question the discourse of the “educational turn”, which has influenced the European art scene the last decades, we decided to look at core texts from the discourse in terms of what verbs they use and thus what actions they ask us readers to perform. We were interested in asking if the sometimes abstract and idealistic theory, which we both are inspired of in our work, could be grounded and materialized in simply performing the verbs of the texts.

 

We chose to work with Jacques Ranciere’s The Ignorant Schoolmaster: Five lessons in Intellectual Emancipation, Irit Rogoff’s article “Turning”, Anton Vidokle’s “Exhibition as School: unitednationsplaza” and the text material from the Mobilityshifts conference itself. From these texts we chose central paragraphs and extracted the verbs into two verb lists. During the two hours we were scheduled to do the workshop we divided the participants into two groups, asked them to perform the verbs of one of the verb lists, recorded them doing it and swapped the videos for the other group to interpret their movements.

 

The reactions were many, some understood the concept without further questions and jumped easily into the exercise, others questioned everything. Roughly, some expected to learn a useful teaching method, others were happy staying with an open situation in which an experiment was being carried out and in which the means were more important than ends. Finally, we never really discussed the actual discourse of the “educational turn” (it was not clear how present this discourse was among the participants, we assumed that they were well informed as the conference material referred to initiatives considered part of it), but somehow we ended up performing it instead. To stay with the process and the means are key features of that discourse and this was what actually happened. One, who focused on the ends straight from the beginning and kept discussing what we were doing, was told by one of the others to “stop wanting to know everything beforehand”.

What we learnt from the workshop were two things. One, that on the one hand it takes something to make people go through a two hour session that is not focusing on results, but on the other hand that this situation carries a lot of potential. And two, that having had one more hour and having made the participants find the verbs themselves would have made the texts more present and the discussion of them potentially more open for realizations about the discourse.

 

One of the participants in the verb lists workshop was Mirene Arsanios, a friend and colleague who also participated in How to do things with academia and with whom I have been developing public reading and writing exercises during the past year. Being co-founder of 98weeks Project Space in Beirut she was invited by the ISCP to present 98weeks there during a one month residency. Mirene had asked me to do a talk with her and what we proposed was something about roles and relations in artistic research in relation to 98weeks. However, and more excited about trying out new ideas rather than cementing old ones, we decided to do an open and collective reading session to explore the mechanisms of reading desires and writing. Some 30 people gathered with the book they were reading at the moment and after a short introduction we sat reading in silence. Whenever one felt the urge to share some lines, one would go to the microphone and read out loud a paragraph. This was recorded and rules were simple. All the time one person had to be live archiving the event taking notes on a computer and one could swap books with another person, but then one had to go to two computers to take notes in a shared google document.

 

Unfortunately, we had to stop after an hour, because just at that moment the group found a rhythm, got hooked on writing and dived deep into the reading/writing experience. Afterward, while sharing the leftovers of the wine, we dreamt of doing this for hours on and on. With people coming and going, falling asleep, eating, smoking, drinking and sharing their often lonesome reading experience. There might be a chance we can do so in Copenhagen in March, if so, you are all invited.



text tasks
November 3, 2011, 12:40 am
Filed under: konversationpieces, Kunst / Art, texts, The Love Libration Movement

TEXT TASKS. A COLLECTIVE READING PERFORMANCE
Sunday, 6 November, 3PM, at the ISCP, New York

http://www.iscp-nyc.org/


Sidsel Nelund and Mirene Arsanios would like to invite you to reading performance on Sunday Nov. 6, at 3pm.
The performance will explore reading as a collective practice by proposing a series of tasks, to be carried out individually or in group. If you would like to join the performance simply bring the book (or any text) you are reading at the moment.

For more info, see ISCP and e-flux



stillnes/movement

Q: You are thinking about the relation between stillness and movement these days, what is your concern, what makes you think about these matters.

A: My concern is how to be still, whether to move to be still or be still to be still.

Q: Explain to us, why move to be still?

A: It is all related to a bodily experience. Being still, the body can feel still moving: on the verge of changing position, it is in a state of pre-position, it never rests in itself, it never stops thinking about the next move.

Q: If the body is always already moving, why not move with it then, take action and stop striving for the ideal position and physical state in which the body rests in itself?

A: The aim is to be still, relaxed and calm and that aim comes from a need, from a body that is tired and wants to cut the strings that keep it up, tight.

Q: What if that aim is best reached by moving?

A: Then it is an unhappy situation to be stuck in a still position that does not give comfort. It is related to pain. A pain that arouse from being frozen in a situation where everything else is moving. Something stiff in turbulence does not resonate with its surroundings. The pain is less present when the body is doing regular, moderate physical activity and spending time horizontally. It is the sensation that liquids have to flow and they do so either stretching, yoga, or being horizontal, a good nights sleep.

Q: It sounds ascetic, how does that integrate into everyday life?

A: It does only sometimes, it is a constant balance that has to be kept with awareness. When not obeyed this awareness turns into restless stillness. Things are still being done in order to concentrate on something and feel a sense of progression, even though one is not coming closer to a relaxed stillness, but is in fact even more stuck and frozen. That type of progression is not an action that cut the strings, on the contrary.

Q: How does it feel, now, in this moment?

A: Pain in both shoulders that expands into the right arm and splashes into the hand just before the thumb and continues all the way out into the little finger. The neck is stiff, like thick rubber. Teeth are tense, jaws aching. Lower spine is sour and thighs are full of a sparkling feeling just under the skin on the front. The thighs want to move, the upper torso to forget about moving. There is a conflict there. Some parts want to run, others to bury themselves.
Stuck here it there is no other way than to rely on structures of everyday life and perform them. One has to be ready whenever there is a situation where the window is open to face the conflict. That is not right now.

Q: Then, what can be done?

A: The continuous performance of everyday keeps the body within a framework in which the reasonable is easy to understand and obey. That is one way of making the body move at certain points. For example, the doorbell rings and one has to go and answer it. Or, one gets hungry and has to move to get some food. Outer and inner needs in all their diversity demand movement.
It is constant, somehow, and much more about movement than stillness as the body is always in circulation, blood circulating and the body circulating with the universe. It is difficult to stop, when it can go on and on and on.



sleeping/reading and the mess of the role of the intellectual in public space on saturday nights

A while ago it was a Saturday afternoon. We wanted to go reading in a café. It got late, like 6 or 7, and we ordered some food and beers. We were three people, J, M and I. J was commenting a paper and writing in the margin. M was reading a book she had gotten from another M. I was reading Nelly Richard, a masterpiece; Margenes e Instituciones. As the local families left the café the younger generation of cph hipsters started entering. M and I invented a reading/writing exercise where we took notes of each our books in the same notebook mixing minds and sudden reflections. As the night came closer and the café turned into a going out place I felt increasingly uncomfortable. As if reading, writing and thinking were not appreciated in this party-collective-social-happy setting. I told M, who got a bit offended and claimed that it was because I was not absorbed enough in what I was doing and that first of all she would not operate with a distinction between the intellectual and society. That was what I had done, I had questioned the role of the intellectual in public space. Because the feeling of not being wanted there resonated with the lack of intellectuals in public opinion, the lack of time to listen to reflections and the lack of people reading books in public space in Denmark. Experts investigating specialized areas are not that hot.
A couple of days later we met again and something had happened, she gave me some texts about the role of the intellectual and we continued the discussion. Somehow we decided to think more about it. Do readings in different places and reflect about the text, the place it was being read out loud and the relation between them.
We didn’t have the time to carry out the experiment. But some weeks later we met up in Beirut and wanted to do yet another project, a summer exorcism, a ghost dance on a platform in a wasteland in-between highways, rubbish and houses. We didn’t have the time to that either, but had nevertheless decided to do something there the following Saturday at twilight. It ended up being a reading/sleeping interaction, just for us and the passersby. M tried to fall asleep and I tried to make her do so while reading a sort of random collage of fragments of texts. We sat there for and hour and a bit more. She never really fell asleep, it was full of nature, mosquitos, bats and bushes. Only guys passed by us, I could hear their steps as they climbed the stairs, crossed the platform and walked down. They didn’t approach us or gave us comments. Not until afterwards, when we had finished and were leaving through a nearby street. A guy whose steps we recognized made the classic coquette noises and interpellated us into heterosexual women in the street. Apparently, before that we had been something else and had had a situation that was not to be entered. Both our Saturday night intellectual-interventions were in that sense exclusive, which I cannot clearly identify as a problem, a consequence or just a mere fact that does not mean that the intervention did not resonate with its surrounding.



no soul for sale: who stole the story of the spirit?
May 23, 2010, 6:26 pm
Filed under: konversationpieces

Report from konversation pieces participation in No Soul for Sale:

konverstaion pieces participated in No Soul for Sale – Festival of Independents at Tate Modern May 14-16 2010.
konversation pieces’ contribution was a book One Thousand and One Nights that we made by hand and sent to London.
it containes a cover and the beginning of a story written by konversation pieces.
the beginning of the story contains M, S, Scheherazade, a merchant, a spirit, an artist, No Soul for Sale, Tate Modern and an audience.
the audience at No Soul for Sale were invited to take one of the numbered pages placed next to the cover and write their contribution to the story over night.
the page should then be send to an address in Beirut where the book will bound at some moment in the future.
34 people took a page and we have received the first page.
the beginning of the story written by konversation pieces was stolen/borrowed/taken and is now living its life outside of the cover.
a copy has taken over its position.



my way to the moment of simultaneous crossings across oceans

It has begun. It already had begun when it started. We were talking about an exhibition project on skype when we started discussing how to proceed. Actually, he said, it works well for me just to talk from time to time. About this and that. So we did that for a while, gossiped about the New York artsy fartsy scene and its academic stars. Who were flirtatious and who were not, what did they want, these Marxists, and what could they use from a critical Danish context and art history?

Then came the earthquake. We also talked soon after, before I realised the personal consequences of the shock. I was still in it, shock. That day I also got the scholarship I had applied for, but not thought I would get, really. I received the email, went to the living room where J was working with T. University was closed as a consequence of the earthquake. Also, they just wanted to keep moving, keep working. Having told the news I sat on the floor, it was almost too much. What to do with a three years scholarship in the midst of a chaos we only then saw the beginning of? J planned to celebrate, but the champagne stayed in the fridge for many days. Nausea, stomachache and general paralysis did not really call for a sparkling champagne. Then we drank it, J and I, all of it. Next day I canceled my Spanish lesson. I couldn’t really see how I should or could go there.

I still don’t ride my bike. I could do it, though, now I have regained my trust in myself, my ability to navigate and orientate myself. I have also regained my trust in the streets, the others, the concrete, asphalt, soil, the earth. It’s only shaking a little bit, now. Only a little, and life still moves on, more beautiful, more praised than before. In a calm light of gratefulness. We are still here. And for that we should be thankful.

Ten days after the earthquake we went to an opening. Here I saw him again, the artist whom I had asked for an interview with, but who’s number I had lost when J’s phone got broken. I went to him and said that I would still like to interview him. He’s old, but famous because he made the ”first” (how can you make the first of something that already exists?) installation in Chile. It was a long paper and plastic sausage that crawled its way through Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes. It came out of the window next to the main entrance and embraced a palm tree. It is here the iconic photo is taken, JPL in front of Bellas Artes next to the monster. Supposedly, the installation was soon removed because they were going to have an opening of another exhibition and the then mayor of Santiago did not want people to step over such an odd piece of art. It was tossed away in a storeroom among paintings and sculptures from the collection. Here, they also took a photo. All in all, this first and historical installation remained only in the archive, in the photographs, and not in the imagination of people created from a bodily experience of having seen it, felt it, touched it. Maybe that was why the curator of Bellas Artes, RC, wanted to re-enact the work, show it again. There was a jubilee, it was 40 years since this first installation inhabited Chile. So they remade it, the tender body of plastic and paper, and took a photo. Actually, he was a bit disappointed, JPL, they just put the thing, once again, remade it and then what? It somehow related to earlier investigations I have done in Copenhagen and London. I wanted to talk to him.

I came to his house with a recorder and a camera. And a notebook full of questions. His home was simple, not like a grandfathers house like it could have been. We sat down and started talking. I took notes, the recorder was full, I suddenly didn’t know exactly why I was there. He told me many things, took out his archive of notebooks, like working diaries or more condensed registers of each project he had done or thought about. It was a big box and each book were big. You needed a big table to handle them.

JPL was sweet, not flirtatious as one person had said he was. Just sweet and seemed more honest than most people I had met, here. Now he was thinking of just burning all his artworks. I could not record and was happy about it. I couldn’t photograph either, I felt like an intrusion and I felt suddenly uncomfortable with this desire for registering everything. For not being present, there, in the moment, but always thinking in what way the moment could be useful for the future. So we just talked. And talked a bit more. At some point he said, you didn’t record anything. And I said no, I didn’t feel like it, for the sake of the conversation and its free flow. He agreed, words come easier without a recording device within reach. Then he gave me a book, you can read everything that is important about my work in this book. There is a very good interview and an article by this woman. And then I left, full of books and new images for my memory.

There was another concern. We were about to go to a meeting for cultural practices in the region around Libanon and a friend and I had for a while been talking about something to do alongside this meeting. One day the idea of making informal conversations came to our minds: to create a space for discussion outside of the public Q&A’s that can easily seem exclusive to less theoretical and powerful, yet interested and interesting people. We did some research and decided to call it conversation pieces for its references to art history and discussion devices. But the blog domain was taken and we settled with konversationpieces, a sort of Germanic linguistic touch that is not really intended, nevertheless there. And this was how we created something that was not really intended, nevertheless there. A sphere of non-utilitarian purposes, a circle to do things that we anyhow do believe are useful. Now. In these contexts.



konversationpieces

How it all started:

konversationpieces is a series of performative conversations developed in response to Home Works V, in Beirut April 2010. Every day, nearly, meeting points will be announced and scheduled in specific locations across the city as spaces of conversation where to debate Home Works’ program. konversationpieces wants to tackle conversations’ potential to initiate critical debate within the contingency of a specific moment, space, and crowd.

To participate you need just to be, there. For exact information, please email your Lebanese cell phone number to nelund@gmail.com or mirenearsanios@gmail.com and you will receive information about meeting points and time from day to day.

The above is taken from konversationpieces.wordpress.com and responded to a desire we (Mirene Arsanios, Katrine Dirckinck-Holmfeld and Sidsel Nelund) have felt during previous Home Works’ and other intellectual events or conferences: a desire to discuss in informal settings and also with people who do not necessarily raise their voice in Q&As. After several engendering conversations during Home Works 5 in April 2010 we still desire to continue our conversation and aim at creating enigmatic capsules for experiment and thought-provocation in the future.




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