tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13470216541556280852009-05-07T10:02:55.895-07:00our literal speedOur Literal Speedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09632854153889531214noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347021654155628085.post-74298486561557892632009-04-12T21:26:00.000-07:002009-04-13T08:37:08.976-07:00They're Turning Out the Gallery Lights...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ourliteralspeed.com/uploaded_images/pb-1989-birdseye-722337.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://www.ourliteralspeed.com/uploaded_images/pb-1989-birdseye-722332.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />The Size Queens would like to state that "Reading Rosalind Krauss" is a pro-"reading Rosalind Krauss confection." Extremely pro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1347021654155628085-7429848656155789263?l=www.ourliteralspeed.com%2Fcommentary.html'/></div>Our Literal Speedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09632854153889531214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347021654155628085.post-72905837088717538322009-04-07T07:06:00.000-07:002009-04-13T08:33:06.801-07:00the newly eventized landscape of academic belonging feels so right except when it feels so wrong<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ourliteralspeed.com/uploaded_images/LA-Entrance-false-colors-27-February-2009-717333.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://www.ourliteralspeed.com/uploaded_images/LA-Entrance-false-colors-27-February-2009-717314.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1347021654155628085-7290583708871753832?l=www.ourliteralspeed.com%2Fcommentary.html'/></div>Our Literal Speedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09632854153889531214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347021654155628085.post-45059088712742101502009-03-12T09:43:00.000-07:002009-04-13T05:35:21.545-07:00From Scene & Heard...It makes sense that <span style="font-weight:bold;">CAA</span>, like any academic conference, replicates educational structures: Sessions, like classes, are held at intervals: 9:30 to 12:00, 12:30 to 2:00, and 2:30 to 5:00. Those fond of endurance art might stick around all day; after a few hours I was ready to go. Thursday proved to be the most salient, at any rate, not only for the thousands becoming citizens in the West Hall but also for the 450 eager minds packed into what was clearly the blockbuster session: “<span style="font-weight:bold;">What is Contemporary Art History</span>?” Following a round of intriguing opening remarks, the panelists, all from California schools––Pamela M. Lee, Richard Meyer, Grant Kester, and Miwon Kwon––mostly preferred to discuss (what else?) teaching, primarily the professionalization of their students, courses, and dissertation topics. It wasn’t long before I wondered what might be transpiring next door at “<span style="font-weight:bold;">Attention Must Be Paid</span>,” featuring artists Sharon Lockhart and Lynn Hershman-Leeson, but exiting this session, amid the many people parked in the aisles, proved to be more difficult than the usual touch-and-go act one learns to develop at the conference.<br /><br />Serving as a response to <span style="font-weight:bold;">CAA </span>in general, and perhaps that didactic session in particular, was <span style="font-weight:bold;">Our Literal Speed</span>’s version of a paper, which they delivered on Friday. “Timid and opportunistic, our generation of critics and historians has bred an aversion to experiment,” offering instead, they noted, “minor texts” and “minor ideas.” Switching between two speakers, <span style="font-weight:bold;">OLS</span> fervently and yet vaguely argued that contemporary art historians continually attempt to achieve the “first-est with the most-est.” This thought resonated nicely with a talk between Andrea Bowers and Catherine Opie on Saturday, during a day of free panels organized by the Feminist Art Project. When asked about her students, Bowers mentioned that she was more interested in a “familial model of health” than metaphorically killing the generation before or creating competition––a novel idea, to be sure.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1347021654155628085-4505908871274210150?l=www.ourliteralspeed.com%2Fcommentary.html'/></div>Our Literal Speedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09632854153889531214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347021654155628085.post-54514762627515637992009-03-04T06:02:00.000-08:002009-04-13T05:37:29.733-07:00A Harshly Negative Review of OLSKaty Siegel’s Friday morning session “An Age of Extremes” ended with a performance by <span style="font-weight:bold;">Our Literal Speed</span>, a twosome intent on using the format of the oratory paper as a dismantling of the academic conference. The stylish duo doesn’t call their work performance but rather claims that they create “media pop operas” or “pedagogical concept albums” (I know, you can roll your eyes, it’s totally okay). From what I gathered from their convoluted discussion on contemporary criticism, the duo thinks that studio art practice and art history are one and the same (yes, I’m pretty sure <span style="font-weight:bold;">Benjamin Buchloh </span>explained this in 1990 in his famous essay on Conceptual art and even before that, this notion was enacted in the 1970s by <span style="font-weight:bold;">Marcel Broodthaers</span>). The essential problem of <span style="font-weight:bold;">Our Literal Speed</span>’s polemic is that, in fact, not all art history is mired in institutions. Since the dawn of the sixties and the alternative exhibition space, art historians have been free to be cultural critics, sociologist, psychologists, and yes, even artists. <span style="font-weight:bold;">Performing a tired trope about the administration of art</span> that is dressed up in hipster glasses and long legs is not the least bit provocative. The talk was phony, misinformed, and said truly nothing about the state of our “dull culture.”<br /><br />After that panel I was more then ready to seek out some books on performance art, works that I felt might assuage the true infuriation I felt (and I am aware that such a reaction might, in fact, point to a successful provocation by the group, but I also kind of doubt it). Thus! I was more then pleased to find at the book fair a recent text on performance by the artist Guillermo Gomez-Pena. His work and, surely his writing in Ethno-Techno: Writings on Performance, Criticism, and Pedagogy, I reasoned, could redeem these awful feelings.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1347021654155628085-5451476262751563799?l=www.ourliteralspeed.com%2Fcommentary.html'/></div>Our Literal Speedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09632854153889531214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347021654155628085.post-21869303252322628792009-02-27T16:31:00.000-08:002009-04-07T03:34:54.681-07:00A Review of OLS in Los Angeles“PROFESSIONALISM IS A HATE CRIME”<br /><br />It’s always commendable when people try to efface or challenge the monolithic professional rigor of <span style="font-weight:bold;">CAA</span>. Even when those challenging presentations amount to nothing more than a recursive “Let me show you just how wrong your practice is by practicing that practice in front of you” joke by imitation, I commend people for doing it. I like to see the business of art history made fun of beyond gentle insular chiding. That’s the context for my reaction to <span style="font-weight:bold;">Our Literal Speed</span>, a group of artists presented as a “media pop opera” who do self-referential art historical performances (this is the content that I divined from skimming their website - mocking professional mandates of the field, pedagogy, etc etc) and who presented the last “paper” at Katy Siegel’s panel this morning, “An Age of Extremes.”<br />Siegel’s premise was that contemporary artists wrap their practice around “extremes” in order to neutralize the dialectics typically evoked in public or media discourse: disaster/salvation, boom/bust, protagonist/villain, and so on. After watching the well-groomed Chris Bennet’s well-delivered paper on Alighiero Boetti (whose quote about Boetti’s “high times with hardware” was well-played - thank you, Chris, along with fellow emerging Arte Povera scholar Claire Gilman, for bringing this movement out for further scrutiny), <span style="font-weight:bold;">Our Literal Speed</span> advanced on the podium and played recordings of rock music over speakers. They alternated between a lineup of comely suited presenters, who, among other things, mentioned “the strategic logic of the breakthrough” that dominates art historical scholarship. The breakthrough is something with which Siegel is not unfamiliar (her dissertation was on the modernist phenomenon of the artistic breakthrough), which was another recursion that I appreciated. And I hate to be the kind of person who says things like this, but <span style="font-weight:bold;">Our Literal Speed</span>’s presentation frontalized some of the things that I’ve always thought about Buchloh and other contemporary art history superstars: that they favor artists whose work reflects back on art history in some way - in other words, they like artists whose work points to the work that they themselves like to do.<br />Anyway, there was no question-and-answer session afterward, which I’m going to interpret as Siegel’s attempt to neutralize the peacocking that typically goes on during those after-discussions. And even though the presentation was overblown and favored, as a friend said, “style over substance”, my nerd-brain interpreted it as a searing portent projected on us all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1347021654155628085-2186930325232262879?l=www.ourliteralspeed.com%2Fcommentary.html'/></div>Our Literal Speedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09632854153889531214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347021654155628085.post-4674234528777069682009-02-27T15:48:00.000-08:002009-04-13T06:59:48.376-07:00Our Literal Speed Manifested at the College Art Association<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ourliteralspeed.com/uploaded_images/LA-John-extreme-crop-Performance-754782.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.ourliteralspeed.com/uploaded_images/LA-John-extreme-crop-Performance-754760.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">CAN A WOMAN?</span><br /><br />[Adam Klein and Michael Mullen]<br /><br />performed by the Size Queens<br /><br />Can a woman have a nervous breakdown anymore?<br /><br />Like <span style="font-weight:bold;">Gena Rowlands</span> once did<br />At that birthday party for her kid<br />Like <span style="font-weight:bold;">Gena Rowlands</span> did<br />Married to <span style="font-weight:bold;">Peter Falk</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Cat Power</span> and <span style="font-weight:bold;">Kristin Hersh</span> and <span style="font-weight:bold;">Kiki Durane</span><br />Are the only women I know who can go publicly insane<br />Can a woman have a nervous breakdown anymore?<br /><br />Like <span style="font-weight:bold;">Carrie Snodgrass</span> did<br />As a housewife blowing her lid<br />Like <span style="font-weight:bold;">Carrie Snodgrass</span> did<br />With <span style="font-weight:bold;">Richard Benjamin</span><br /><br />Can a woman have a nervous breakdown like they used to do?<br /><br />Like <span style="font-weight:bold;">Catherine Deneuve</span><br />Who saw the rabbits in her brain<br />Repulsed by the rot and the razors<br />She went quietly insane<br /><br />Can a woman have a nervous breakdown?<br /><br />Like <span style="font-weight:bold;">Gena Rowlands</span> once did<br />At that birthday party for her kid<br />Can I dig up little graves<br />For candles and balloons?<br /><br />Like <span style="font-weight:bold;">Jill Clayburgh</span> once did<br />Sewing those valiums in her hems<br />She was dancing as fast as she could<br />Making documentary films<br /><br />But <span style="font-weight:bold;">Cat Power</span> and <span style="font-weight:bold;">Kristin Hersh</span> and <span style="font-weight:bold;">Kiki Durane</span><br />Are the only women I know who can go publicly insane<br /><br />Can a woman have a nervous breakdown?<br />Can a woman have a nervous breakdown?<br />Must she marry <span style="font-weight:bold;">Peter Falk<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span><br />To be free?<br /><br />Break down<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1347021654155628085-467423452877706968?l=www.ourliteralspeed.com%2Fcommentary.html'/></div>Our Literal Speedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09632854153889531214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347021654155628085.post-67591041316037101632008-11-05T06:56:00.000-08:002009-04-07T03:58:48.043-07:00A Warm Evening in the Early Fall in Grant Park, Chicago<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ourliteralspeed.com/uploaded_images/IMG_3992-759827.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.ourliteralspeed.com/uploaded_images/IMG_3992-759376.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1347021654155628085-6759104131603710163?l=www.ourliteralspeed.com%2Fcommentary.html'/></div>Our Literal Speedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09632854153889531214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347021654155628085.post-60491267630337029202008-09-18T03:59:00.000-07:002009-04-07T04:05:20.763-07:00Moscow, The Garage Center for Contemporary Art<span style="font-weight:bold;">MEDIOCRE CONFERENCE</span> + <span style="font-weight:bold;">MARKET COLLAPSE</span>= CAUSE/EFFECT?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ourliteralspeed.com/uploaded_images/IMG_3896-777797.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.ourliteralspeed.com/uploaded_images/IMG_3896-777324.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ourliteralspeed.com/uploaded_images/IMG_3873-731113.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.ourliteralspeed.com/uploaded_images/IMG_3873-730667.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1347021654155628085-6049126763033702920?l=www.ourliteralspeed.com%2Fcommentary.html'/></div>Our Literal Speedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09632854153889531214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347021654155628085.post-36562175176796024142008-06-01T11:28:00.000-07:002009-04-13T05:38:15.580-07:00Artforum's Generous Assessment....“The messy, unresolved productiveness – at times brilliance – of ‘<span style="font-weight:bold;">Our Literal Speed</span>’ lay in its complicated challenge to the neutralizing assumptions about a ‘community’ constituting an artwork peddled by and after relational aesthetics.” <br /><br />– <span style="font-weight:bold;">ARTFORUM</span>, Summer 2008<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1347021654155628085-3656217517679602414?l=www.ourliteralspeed.com%2Fcommentary.html'/></div>Our Literal Speedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09632854153889531214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347021654155628085.post-49496019734929836032008-03-28T08:10:00.000-07:002009-04-13T05:39:39.920-07:00Reflections of a ZKM ParticipantNow that I have a bit of distance some <br />impressions continue to reverberate. I was aware that part of the desire <br />for the <span style="font-weight:bold;">OLS </span>project (at least as we interpreted <br />things) was to question the normative <br />representational and formal strategies of art <br />history, criticism, theory, and practice. In our <br />presentation we chose to reproduce and fragment a <br />working process that engaged themes of the <br />conference without explaining that process as a <br />narrative or argument. I came to see pretty early <br />on that not only presentational norms, but the <br />performative conditions of all aspects of the <br />conference were being questioned, both in the <br />presentations and the discourse (or lacks <br />thereof) surrounding them. It was quite an <br />adventure, and for me an interesting antidote to <br />the "artist talk" (ordered around a selection of <br />works) or "formal paper" (pursuing a theme, <br />antecedents, and arguments) that I usually <br />present. Even knowing that these norms were being <br />explicitly framed and questioned, the lack of <br />formal zones of discussion (until the end) was <br />actually rather disquieting. Yet this instability <br />was productive in that my responses and those of <br />other participants did find more informal, less <br />regulated spaces of articulation.<br /><br />I think some people expected to respond to, and <br />hear explication of the presentations. It seemed <br />some were more comfortable than others with being <br />left without specific guidance and formal <br />explanations of the form of the event. Overall, I <br />felt this lack of structuring (where <br />intentionality is not stated and reinforced at <br />regular intervals) was actually productive in a <br />different modality. For instance, I had a feeling <br />that some participants approached the event as a <br />stage or frame for interventions "about" the <br />question of performance in art discourses and <br />practices. Others enacted many of these questions. In <br />other words, the questions were performed, not <br />merely stated, or presented as subject matter. I <br />thought there was an admirable "play" in the mix <br />between presentations that addressed the stated <br />themes, and others that produced questions and <br />problems around those very same themes. A <br />particularly rich moment for me was when during <br />The <span style="font-weight:bold;">Weather Underground</span>'s presentation where the <br />civil rights movement as performance came up. (In <br />many ways the global anti-war movement, <span style="font-weight:bold;">the BPP, <br />Yippies, RAF, or TWU itself</span>, could also be framed <br />similarly.) What I find intriguing about this <br />notion as it arose was the way it mirrored the <br />earlier draft of your <span style="font-weight:bold;">OLS</span> statement, but <br />resonated more because it came from a different, <br />specific, (and unexpected) perspective. (By the <br />wya, I don't know if it was intended, but the <br />appearance of Bernardine and Bill directly after <br />the highly theatrical and difficult to sit <br />through <span style="font-weight:bold;">Tino Sehgal</span> interview was prescient. It <br />was the perfect shift of register. Just when I <br />thought possibilities for politics and contention <br />were evacuated into bland, cynical, <br />neo-conservative musings on "consumer choice"... <br />The politics and people "outside the space" of <br />the conference became legible. I also really <br />object to the idea that marketplace values have <br />unproblematically supplanted politics in the art <br />world - or anywhere else that matters. Markets <br />are in no way democratic. They regularly function <br />to produce and reproduce all kinds of <br />inequalities.)<br /><br />The diverse presentations, their forms, and their <br />differential impacts I found truly stimulating. <br />Perhaps for other participants these gaps and <br />differences created problems of genre <br />instability, but for me those breaks were the <br />most specific opportunities for shift and <br />challenge that the event made legible. I was <br />especially struck by certain repetitions and <br />re-versioning around the practice of <span style="font-weight:bold;">Art & <br />Language</span> in particular. As someone with a less <br />than comprehensive knowledge of their work, it <br />was not only a chance to delve a bit deeper, but <br />it also embodied the complexities both in their <br />practices and attempts to present and re-present <br />such a conceptual / visual / scholarly / <br />performative hybrid.<br /><br />If I might make a few concrete suggestions as to <br />form, it might be interesting to have a daily <br />roundtable next time, or perhaps to begin with <br />perspectives, reflections, and revisions of the <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ZKM</span> events when we next convene in Chicago. (It <br />might also be fun to close on a destabilizing <br />note next time…)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1347021654155628085-4949601973492983603?l=www.ourliteralspeed.com%2Fcommentary.html'/></div>Our Literal Speedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09632854153889531214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347021654155628085.post-82535463022225582292008-03-06T06:39:00.000-08:002009-04-13T06:45:47.740-07:00Our Literal Speed is Adult Culture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ourliteralspeed.com/uploaded_images/IMG_4043-738073.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.ourliteralspeed.com/uploaded_images/IMG_4043-737596.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ADULT CULTURE</span><br /><br />[Adam Klein and Michael Mullen]<br /><br />performed by the <span style="font-weight:bold;">Size Queens</span><br /><br />Whatever happened to adult culture?<br />When we went out and saw “Oh, Calcutta!”<br />And <span style="font-weight:bold;">Marlon Brando</span> wrestled with butter<br /><br />Whatever happened to adult culture?<br />When we could send the kids down to the den<br />To get fingered on the ping pong table<br /><br />Whatever happened to adult culture?<br />We used to have martini parties with our friends<br />And there was no embarrassment at the end<br /><br />Yahoo! Adult culture!<br /><br />Whatever happened to <span style="font-weight:bold;">Jacqueline Susann</span>?<br />You used to do so much with your hands<br />And the Love Machine ran<br /><br />Whatever happened to getting together<br />Telling the kids to go wherever<br />And giving them a few pennies for the Seven Eleven?<br /><br />Remember how we used the bean bag chair<br />While the children were sleeping upstairs<br />And I threw my head back without any care?<br /><br />Yahoo! Adult culture!<br /><br />Whatever happened to <span style="font-weight:bold;">Erica Jong</span>?<br />I never had a fear of flying before<br />You used to have a cocktail in one hand<br />And in the other a bottle of seconal<br /><br />Remember when we could banish the kids <br />To the pool, to the pool<br />And never worry if they went to school?<br /><br />Yahoo! Adult culture!<br />Whatever happened to adult culture?<br />When we saw “Hair” for the first time<br />I really let my hair down, baby<br />And we really got it right<br /><br />Whatever happened to adult culture?<br />The kids grew up and they became like vultures<br />Tearing the meat right off our wild nights<br /><br />Yahoo! Adult culture!<br /><br />Whatever happened to those summer pools<br />Where we could send the kids out without any rules?<br />Remember when we paneled the den<br />So the kids could go down and get fingered again<br /><br />On the ping pong table?<br />Well we were once able<br />To take our minds off them<br />To take some time from those vultures<br /><br />Yahoo! Adult culture!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1347021654155628085-8253546302222558229?l=www.ourliteralspeed.com%2Fcommentary.html'/></div>Our Literal Speedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09632854153889531214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347021654155628085.post-47763841763147660402007-08-10T09:35:00.001-07:002009-04-07T03:39:05.654-07:00RP Said It Best<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ourliteralspeed.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1238-700322.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.ourliteralspeed.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1238-700317.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1347021654155628085-4776384176314766040?l=www.ourliteralspeed.com%2Fcommentary.html'/></div>Our Literal Speedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09632854153889531214noreply@blogger.com1