Out of Everything

A month never seems to end on its last day. April continues to reappear in cold fronts rushing south in May.

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These posts are popping up out of the field of Saehee’s.


How does the artist create in the outer regions? How does an artist continue to be fed there? What are the myriad conditions that create a sense of marginality or outsideness? What makes people stay ‘on the outside.’ What draws people away? How is outsideness wrought and re-wrought?

Do you have a window where you are? Are there trees on the other side? What species of tree are they? How did they get there?


Unlike chapbooks or paper objects, blog posts hold the promise of not degrading. Ever. And yet, while they promise to remain available, they will surely be sucked up into the roar of writing on the internet. No doubt they’ll be overtaken by the massive waves of information all round, threatening. And so they feel even more ephemeral, as they seem to disappear instantly without ever having really appeared.

Today makes me want to take time with words.


The myth of the author presupposes that the pertinent messages are “originals”, created by “great men” who conducted “inner dialogues.” The mythical author creates in solitude. The myth of the author (and of the original) distorts the fact that the fabrication of information is a dialogue.

– Vilém Flusser

A dialogue with the current issue of the Temporary Art Review.

Take a look at this diagram made by Adelheid Mers in response to her reading of Vilém Flusser’s essay “Exile and Creativity” which “plots an individual’s path through aesthetic transformation as it happens in response to new experiences.”


How do we destabilize the narrative of the great artist who moves out of their location of origin and into the metropolis, the cosmopolitan space? How do we recognize the cycles of artistic production? What kinds of models can we use to understand the complexity of creation and its relation to place? The moments of connection and disconnection that lead to production. The delicate balance between ostranenie and banality, between awkwardness and comfort that leads to production.


A Chinese tallow tree: invading the Southern coastal plain. It’s shadows brushing across the closed blinds.


Out of Everything.


The sense of body, of the alienation of our bodies even in community. A sense of bodies moving through the world and touching / not touching. The remove. 

– E. Tracy Grinnell in a note to “body of war / songs” on Jacket2

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