NOT AN ESSAY HEATHER PHILLIPSON

Her debut, full-length poetry collection, Instant-flex will be published by Bloodaxe in Everything and nothing, to be accurate. The actual differences in scale, or importance, of these various tensions and travails collapse; i. Cavalier, acerbic, droll and disconsolate, the text is a self-incrimination, the noise of the intellect giving its mechanics away. Since those initial ventures into three dimensions, Phillipson has been producing what might be described as embodied, spatialized poems. She discovered her writerly aptitude while studying art in London:

Martin Herbert is a writer and critic based in Berlin. Outside the tent, serving as a sort of preview, was a fake pet grave, dog legs sticking out. Around these video-sculptural assemblies, the leashed canines that New Yorkers enjoy bringing to the fair happily noshed on dog biscuits. If consumption here involves commodities in general and points to an accelerationist eschatology, Phillipson elsewhere places other, related subsets of contemporary distractedness in play. Phrases recur like refrains against different backdrops or sound tracks, their sense in contextual flux. Promo video by Heather Phillipson.

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Find what I’m looking for. Dangling amidships were black-edged cartoon cutouts of spermatozoa-like splashes, jagged lightning bolts, giant eyes with spidery ont. The chronicler is contrary, fallible — a body among bodies, a nervous system, an overwrought brain, the awareness of open pores, clothed in subjectively awful trousers.

Down on the concourse, flanked by cutout sperm whales, a huge concrete-gray polystyrene foot rotated on a circular dais, like a chunk of Ozymandias. Mostly, we do the opposite.

not an essay heather phillipson

Would we like to press together in the dark? For instance, she takes up food ethics directly, if eccentrically: She discovered her philllpson aptitude while studying art in London: Cavalier, acerbic, droll and disconsolate, the text is a self-incrimination, the noise of the intellect giving its mechanics away.

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Suspended and strung about the glass-sided cylindrical space were heatehr of popped-open red umbrellas, corpuscular crimson trash bags and hot-water bottles, tennis rackets and tennis balls, and deflated killer-whale inflatables. Find out more about Heather Phillipson. Her debut, full-length poetry collection, Instant-flex will be published by Bloodaxe in Outside the tent, serving as a sort of preview, was a fake pet grave, dog legs sticking out.

Poetry arguably ezsay negative capability, that ever-elusive capacity, more directly than any other art form: If consumption here involves commodities in general and points to an accelerationist eschatology, Phillipson elsewhere places other, related subsets of contemporary distractedness in play.

Heather Phillipson is an artist and poet. You navigated gingerly through these jutting artifacts toward the short digital films.

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And only on the heels of that realization did it become clear that most of these elements were doing double duty, evoking not only grist for some unimaginable appetite but also, more obliquely, various accelerants of the heartbeat: Around these video-sculptural assemblies, the leashed canines that New Yorkers enjoy bringing to the fair happily noshed on dog biscuits. Phrases recur like refrains against different backdrops or sound tracks, their sense in contextual flux.

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Since those initial ventures into three dimensions, Phillipson has been producing what might be described as embodied, spatialized poems. Are we prepared for faces?

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Here, in a culture of consumption in extremis, Phillipson brought the buzzkill. Connect with us Thank you for subscribing to our email newsletter, Marginal Notes. Promo video by Heather Phillipson. In his book Making Your Own Days: Her pamphlet was published by Faber and Faber in Preoccupied with intimacy and its opposite, its narrator detours through the nightclub, the city graveyard, changing rooms, an overheated swimming pool, free jazz, public toilets, the in-house cinema, searching for — what?

And if a poem can be limitless in receptive terms, so can what it anatomizes, as can the daily work, Phillipson suggests, of being human, being humane. Subscribe to access the rest of the issue and our online archives.

The actual differences in scale, or importance, of these various tensions and travails collapse; i. Brexit on the Essex Coast Tom Bolton.

not an essay heather phillipson

Martin Herbert is a writer and critic based in Berlin. Everything and nothing, to be accurate.

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