Archive for the “Object-Oriented Writing” category
Seattle
by Travis Jeppesen on November 14, 2013
Tomorrow (Friday, November 15th), I’ll be reading from The Suiciders at the Henry Art Gallery in Seattle. After, there will be a live performance by Wirekid. You can book tickets here. On Saturday at the Henry, I’ll be teaching a workshop (…)
The System
by Travis Jeppesen on July 23, 2013
-after Ashbery- The system wants to eat my hair, and I said no. That I cannot allow and simply will not give in to the flux that demands my windless participatory combo. O holy darkness, synth in the (…)
Walden, reel 3 (Jonas Mekas, 1964)
by Travis Jeppesen on July 18, 2013
Diaries, Notes, and Sketches – none of these are complete. Deep of winter, Velvet Underground grinds something out, a cat. This will noble to be blessed with the rest. He falls in love with a madwoman. Oh get more flow. (…)
Otto Zitko
by Travis Jeppesen on July 3, 2013
Otto Zitko paints lines. Long lines curving and curling, extending into nowhere, the void. A line never ends. It just goes and goes, infinite in its stark simplicity and ambiguity. Zitko uses lines to create environments. Such as the maze (…)
Waste: an object-oriented, collectively authored poem
by Travis Jeppesen on April 18, 2013
Below, you will find Waste, a collectively authored object-oriented poem composed last weekend at London’s ICA in response to the Bernadette Corporation’s retrospective, 2000 Wasted Years, as well as their collectively written poem, The Complete Poem. Click here to get (…)
Willard (1971): Two Takes
by Travis Jeppesen on November 22, 2012
The Deleuzo-Guattarian Take (Translation by Brian Massumi) I recall the fine film Willard (1972, Daniel Mann). A “B” movie perhaps, but a fine unpopular film: unpopular because the heroes are rats. My memory of it is not necessarily (…)
Le Notti Bianche
by Travis Jeppesen on October 18, 2012
He walks through the streets of the city, having just arrived, lost, a stranger. Walks across a bridge grayishly illumined, staring up at a lonely lit window. Dog’s nose in the garbage. His wanderings appear aimless in the nameless night, (…)
Thomas Houseago, Walking Figure I (City)
by Travis Jeppesen on October 9, 2012
“I just feel transsexualized by this vermin.” Bend the fecal out of despair. Upend the skyless and then words get drawn out, melody of silence played on brick accordion and then layered fathomly. Ford a finger. Here comes ol’ fingerfoot, (…)
Call for Contributions: Reflections on Object-oriented Writing
by Travis Jeppesen on August 19, 2012
From the Metalab website: Hello friends and followers of Metalab. We hope you are having a good summer of making, reading, and writing. To keep things in a light mood, we’d like to introduce our next Metalab initative: the Sounds (…)
