Showing posts with label Kenneth Goldsmith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kenneth Goldsmith. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

SxSW: Roundup pt 1


Items are piling up in my crib. In my crib, items are piling. Please join me on a brief tour of recent acquisitions. First, a survey of a small but notable haul at a recent book fair featuring the likes of Roof, The Figures, Cuneiform, Bootstrap, Portable Y0-Yo etc, & Ugly Duckies.




The Weiners I had been after for what seemed like a full year, though I don't think it's been out that long. Deals were to be had at this event--publishers, bookfair visitors, take note, always have a deal. People want them. Some of the most interesting items though were some special things from Geoff Young. On his table were paperback copies of Clark Coolidge's Space, published long ago in 1970 by Harper and Row. When I lamented to Geoff that I had a hardback signed copy that was somewhat beat up, he produced a lavishly new HC copy from his bag behind the table. My eyes were so wide I saw Fuji. That, along with a copy from a recently-discovered handful of Kenneth Goldsmith's No 111, marked the true finds of the day.



What follows documents various sorts & sites of acquisition. For the most part, this will be only a general pictorial survey, as there is still more yet to come. The careful voyeur may notice the 'pataphysical jets destinationally aflame, for very good reason. Those goodies to be depicted in part 2 of this post.












The Clark Coolidge/Glen Baxter collab, out from Arc Publications, a UK outfit, is the first edition of work originally from 1974, & it is something similar to Ted Berrigan's picture-drawing-texts featured in the Aaron Fischer bibliography Granary put out. The Stephen Rodefer item is from Equipage, in what is almost a totally Tuumba-inspired design, replete with oversize wraps with too-easily bumped corners. The copy is signed. The early Rod Smith title The Boy Poems is my 2nd copy of this book but it was up for grabs for cheap at his recent Zinc bar reading so I grabbed. Of the Atlas stuff, the Peret is especially choice, a 1986 title that is among the most elusive of the early Atlas product.















In this series of items, the Benjamin Friedlander pieces are of special note. The first is the premier issue of Jimmy & Lucy's House of K, a small-run mag of the mid-80s west coast scene. Friedlander co-edited the journal along with Andrew Schelling. It is similar to L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E in the sense that it is 99% prose, but on the whole seems less militantly critical, tending occasionally toward biography & remembrance. The first issue for instance opens with Stephen Rodefer on Ted Berrigan's then-recent passing, & ends with Barry Lane on filmmaker Hollis Frampton, who had just died also. In surveying issue one, particular note should go to Nancy May's giraffe artwork, featured throughout the issue, which is a nice formal touch, as opposed to featuring it in one's own separate section. By issue six of Jimmy & Lucy's House of K, a survey of Tuumba press which I've previously owned for a while, a similar interactivity between pieces is achieved by allowing the different pieces to end & begin on the same page, much like L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E.

The second Friedlander-related item is a tiny, rare, visually interesting collab with Rodefer, which was "originally published in March 1984 on the occasion of a reading...This new and revised edition of 200 copies printed Spring 1987 and assigned to the reader," published by Phraseology, entitled Oriflamme Day. By total coincidence, the innards of this one highly resemble the Baxter/Coolidge collab, featuring visually random bits of collaged image & text heading in all directions.




Also totally by coincidence, I recently pounced on what was then my second copy of Kenny Goldsmith's No 111. The only copy for sale online was going for over $200, so when I saw one for a much more reasonable price, I stepped on the gas. The pristine copy arrived, &, much to my pleasure, bore a nice stamp & signature from Goldsmith--a detail that was not included in the description of the book when I bought it. So now I have three copies of the book.


Friday, April 11, 2008

Naughty Monkey (3.5 Inch Heels) (Size 8.5)


Here at team Lovelace, on vacay in sunny Washington DC, only the receipt of a newly framed, extravagant Kenny Goldsmith piece to report.  This is a promo poster for No 111, itself one of Kenny's rarest books (there is one copy for sale online right now for $230).  I've heard that some of the lead-up material to the book, published in chapbooks, actually wasn't included in the final text, but even though I haven't actually located this passage in the book itself, I'm almost certain it is there, at least in some way, shape, or form.  Like most things I own, I have been waiting for a good reason to take a closer look at the item in question, & in this instance, an appropriate framing job is reason enough.  

Hence, this glorious text:


Eat more shit more.  Shit more eat more.  Meat more shit
more.  Shit more meat more.  Heat more shit more.  Shit more
heat more.  Heat more burn more shit more.  Burn more shit
more heat more.  Shit more heat more burn more.  Learn 
more shit more.  Shit more learn more.  Earn more shit more.
Shit more earn more.  Learn more earn more shit more.
Earn more shit more learn more.  Shit more earn more learn 
more.  Earn more burn more shit more.  Burn more shit 
more earn more.  Shit more earn more burn more.  More shit
to earn more shit to burn.  More shit to learn more shit to
earn.  More shit to earn more shit to burn more.  More shit to
learn more shit to earn more.  More shit to earn more shit to
burn more shit to learn.  More shit to learn more shit to earn
more shit to burn.  More shit to earn more shit to burn more
shit to learn more.  More shit to learn more shit to earn more
shit to burn more.  more shit to learn more shit to yearn for.
More shit to learn more shit to earn more shit to yearn for.
More shit to learn more shit to earn more shit to yearn more 
shit to burn.  More shit to learn more shit to earn more shit
to yearn more shit to burn more.  More shit to earn more shit
to bore.  More shit to earn more shit to bore more shit to
burn.  More shit more bore.  More shit more bore more
abhor.  More abhor more shit more bore.  Abhor bore.  More
abhor bore.  More abhor shitty bore.  meet more shitty bore.
More meet shitty bore more abhor.  More abhor more meet
shitty bore.  Shitty meet.  Shitty meet shitty bore.  Bore meet.
Shitty bore meet.  Shitty boar meat.  Meat more shitty board.
Eat more shitty boar.  Eat more shit boar.  Eat boar shit boar.
Shit boar eat boar.  Shit more eat more.  Eat more shit more.


The newsprint is delightfully faded in places, the black becoming gray, the red pink; in the bottom right hand corner, Kenny has signed the poster.  He said that, in promotion of the book, he plastered these up all over town.  The book is also, interestingly, blurbed by Marjorie Perloff, a blurb which was hotly pursued near the beginning of Goldsmith's Soliloquy, to humorous effect.  The text trundles & bounces along delivering to you whatever it desires, though the constraint continually maintains a strong familiarity, a beautifully grounded counterpoint.  Overall, a delightful piece, that I can't wait to hang on my wall.