Codette is a publishing house who release books, poetry, sound and other downloadable works, as well as an annual journal featuring essays and interviews by artists and poets who “embody, untangle and entangle uncoded realities and manifest their practice online.”
Every fan and fighter is Uniquely Fucking Crazy Me? I am sitting back, enjoying the view.
I crossed paths with a litigious little loser She’d already won one case that was written up in the newspaper and she could sue me too As I did wrong by her on several occasions. She also did wrong by me and many others. I was very mad about it. I thought about asking the others to join in on a class action counterclaim with me.
Ultimately, I didn’t think it was worth it, because I have only half a law degree and don’t know the ins and outs of the legal system. My potential co-defendants had lives to live and participated in time-consuming hobbies. One was a dancer and one made films. We had no proof in writing and no real evidence. But nothing could stop me fantasising about my day in court.
There are many half-finished law degrees out there. If I could only bend the rules and partner with someone who also had half a law degree to form a whole lawyer, I’d be fine. I would like to be half a lawyer, only wearing one professional shoe, leaving room for the other foot to wear something else. I would only have to wear half a suit and work half the day. Some people might prefer to have two ‘half-lawyers’ in the same way they prefer a ‘half-n-half pizza’.
Also, clients could automatically get a second professional opinion without paying for it.
On the first day of law school, the Dean told us to look to our right, look to our left, look at yourself. Dean said “only one out of three will survive this degree.”
After thinking of the time I met Australia’s Justice Kirby and noting his name’s resemblance to the video game franchise character ‘Kirby,’ I was lead to question how many video game characters share their name with judges. There is no research into this. For all I know, this is the only time in history that a judge and a video game character have shared the same name.
On my last day of law school, I travelled one hour each way to a catered prestigious scholarship presentation. I didn’t know at the time that this would be my last day of law school, I made the decision to leave during the holiday break that followed, and I can technically resume my study at any time.
The Australian Fulbright representative was looking for “excellent extroverts. Not a nerd who locks themselves away in their room.” I met an old Rhodes Scholar who, despite everything, still hadn’t done particularly well for themselves.
On this same day, my dog died at age 14. Everything dies: a pimple, a flower, a big company. I bought tissues to comfort myself but couldn’t break my handkerchief habit. It was comforting to put all snot together.
I am so smart that my head is hurting physically I am not the smartest in Melbourne, although I wrote that I was in a 2015 self-published book I am the only person like me in Melbourne, and perhaps the world I am smart in a unique way that is not yet apparent to me but may reveal itself later Who knows how I would score in an IQ test? I am not going to take an IQ test unless I become a TV presenter filming a documentary on Mensa I am curious and sincerely respect anyone who questions the elite and Bohemian Grove I am fascinated by the idea of repeating an IQ test over and over and by mass satanic rituals I am feeling both possessed and possessive Everything seems very eerie, eek!
I do not feel as though I am in my own self… Malfunctioning… Now I have been programmed to inform you that Coco Chanel was the founding member of the global elite as we know it today… Don’t ask me what that’s about, don’t make me explain it. You think you are high but you can always be higher.**
HEROES takes its name from a ‘hero look’ which is a designer’s signature style and is often “the most conceptually-driven moment of the runway.” Bringing together a range of contributors, the magazine/book assembles a range of practices that responded to the caricature of personal style. This issue features contributions by Anna-Sophie Berger, Aurelia Guoand Caley Feeney, among many others.
The press release comes accompanied by a sparsely punctuated text unravelling a softly anxious stream-of-consciousness, from a state of sleep into wakefulness along with all the worries of the world, and lists Heinemann, Holly Childs, Aurelia Guo, Hestia Peppe, and Lawrence Uziell as invited readers:
“…It’s the slumped up future it’s the eager past it’s geographical specificity it’s the circle of life and stolen bikes it’s trying to get my tongue so deep into my cheek that it reaches my heart…”
Artist and poet Penny Goring and Aurelia Guo whose PDF, ‘black mUJI notebook‘ was recently shared online and contains Guo’s eloquent musings and stark thoughts, will also both feature in this evening of ‘Apprehension’.
Pop-up art schoolhome schoolis hosting a reading series to launch online and from Portland, Oregon, on January 10.
The first reading will feature what the press release calls four ‘makers’ working “in a slippage between art and poetry”. Those include Melbourne-based artist and poet Aurelia Guo, Harlem-based writer and performer Sophia Le Fraga, as well as manuel arturo abreu and Jamondria Marnice Harris based in Portland.
A press release written by Hamishi Farah elaborates on a quote from Sianne Ngai and the apparent powerlessness of poetry in commodity society, going on to draw a link between “the problem of poetry” and global white supremacy, “unless it comes from the mouth of whoever cannot speak. Is that the shadow of poetry?”
A reference to the US clothing and hip hop brand FUBU, Hamishi Farah‘s solo exhibition Jailbait (For Us By Us), running at Brussel’s Mon Chéri June 11 to July 18, points to structural racism both in and outside the art world. The Somali-Australian artist uses miscellaneous cultural signifiers –Uniqlo leggings, a Foot Locker tall tee, Chinese characters, international water, and possibly unclaimed recovered stolen artwork –relating to the artist’s personal experience and a projected global capitalist police-state.
“Everyone wants to be a nigga but no one wants to be a nigga (sic) (tru) watches whole first season of The wire in room alone”, writes Aurelia Guo in an exhibition text that teases the viewer with fragmented insight into the loose narrative that ties the Jailbait together. There are many new thought-provoking works by Farah, namely a poem simply called ‘Wifi poem’ (2015), made up of five wi-fi extenders and an Australian power box that reveals itself when one attempts to connect to wi-fi in the gallery using a smart device. When prompted to choose a network on a smartphone the options are as follows: 1 who let / 2 the hood / 3 into / 4 the / 5 gallery.
‘Only god can judge me (Untitled)’ (2015), is a beautiful yet drab carpet that rests quietly between a doorway, oversized for its location with the phrase “Only God Can Judge Me” burned into it, the title of a well-known song by deceased rapper Tupac Shakur, whose portrait is found on a whiteboard in another piece called ‘No Title’ (2015). References to a dog recur throughout the exhibition with ‘Retroactive pet passport & travel docs for unnamed canine survivor of sea venture shipwreck’ (2015)–a pet import application installed into a mould on a wall–and ‘Dog Heaven’ (2015)–a sculpture made from a table, fountain, pump, and filled with two litres of collected international water diluted with Brussels tap water. The fountain has a dog’s head affixed to one side, its tail on opposite one. International water is something outside of any nation’s jurisdiction, something untouchable that cannot be judged. It’s a poetic place where race and capital cannot impose any state of being onto any individual, yet is also isolated and outside of any society, always restricted from acceptance. **