Author Archives: vhwildman

These sonic slivers                A very deep Rabbit               are moving through space as Concordances                  wordwhorls out of dusty mounds             Music placed securely on paper                Colorful birds            murmuring over the pages as inside them and adrift                and over back wards             This way to the forest of these signs             walking through space and sounding it again          LookContinue reading “Rabbit and Bird”

This was a preparing-for-writing project        Making a novel out of notes               An indirect manner of proceeding     It’s all of it in the not-knowing          It has to do with notation       To build it out of notations taken from my research and my life      A daily practice of notation    My past, it’s in the mist, what isContinue reading “Notations as Process”

ALL THE WHITE BLUE TERRACE IN DISTANCE GLISTERED EXPRESSES SYNCHRONIC APPREHENSION THAT THE SYSTEM IS CAPABLE OF NOTHING TALKING RIVER BANKS MAKES THE EARLIER POET OWN EPITAPH BUT PRESENT-PRESENT SPIRAL AT THE PAPER’S EDGE A LITTLE BELOW HISTORY

Cay’s death was not surprising. Extremity and death hung around her and fed the work. She took on Akhmatova’s signature haircut. As she speaks, three or more different ideas often find themselves in one sentence. She layers her words like her work layers paint over text, over fabric, over wood, or like the interview tapeContinue reading “A Note on Cay Bahnmiller (1955-2007)”

‘only relations exist’ — is presented as narrative   ‘Frolic Architecture’ almost illegible    and other sources ‘layering and recopying’ ‘evocative but evasive’  stark small windows  on pages  disparate modes and references     what combination    allusions juxtapositions intimacy resulting ‘but I wasn’t her’ shorn of gravitas is entwined    ‘Pain is recorded, never directly analogous       ‘objective correlatives tellContinue reading “‘only relations exist’”

With and against, aligned and adverse, each is placed like a surface on which the other may come into focus. the wave in which all reality dissolves The story wasn’t given as most are, as some kind of choreography beaten against the body rather it was laid on top of a voice. stonedate, /below, bunchedContinue reading “A CHISEL INTO ECONOMY”

I was too afraid to begin taking pictures from the street, so I began to take some pictures from Solonga’s windows. Through her windows, inside out inside Solonga’s loft. Unconsciously, I began to relate my photography of her apartment and possessions to those photographs I’d taken back in Amsterdam before departing for New York, thoseContinue reading ““intelligence and wonder””

I’ve been reading the first sentence of the final section of Calamities, and I can’t seem to get past it. It calls on me to follow its trajectory over and over and again, and I do, instead of simply moving on to what comes next. I can’t move on to what comes next. I’m stuckContinue reading “‘I’ve been reading the first sentence of the final section of Calamities’”

These are plans. She is making plans. The sharpness of her plans. Plans for her next project. Plans for her first book. Plans for People Who Died Alone. Though it is not the photographic project by that name, but the book that she is planning, but the book which is borrowing its title from thatContinue reading “PLANS”

I saw Vija Celmins this morning delivering a talk on Agnes Martin at Dia. Vija talking about Agnes, Vija thinking about Agnes, Vija looking at Agnes and meditating about Agnes, and trying to talk about Agnes’s work. This Vija talking Agnes really thrilled me. Vija often calls painting, she says, evidence. I call painting evidence,Continue reading “VIJA ON AGNES”