|Tristan Tzara by Lajos Tihanyi|
Last night, the several poets assembled by Mark Owens for Reading/Rearrangutan at Pacific Northwest College of Art informed the Office of Cultural Repair that its communiques, memos and plans of action were not sufficient. And maybe useless. And maybe even worse than useless.
At least we haven't built our entire practice on words, like some people we know (*cough, Arts Dispatch, cough cough*). Have we mentioned our Art Cart fleet?
Anyway, here's some of what they told us, just the bits that they aimed at us specifically. You know. Like the TV does sometimes?
"Writing aspires to erasure." James Yeary
"Once again there is nothing to report... One cannot even report that it can't be reported that there is nothing not to report." Arnold Kemp
"You can never make enough money to disappear." Weird Fiction
"In writing saying is forgetting." Lisa Radon
So, words, or rather no words: We are hereby proposing a Day With No Words throughout the culture-shed. No one talks. No one reads. No one listens to music with lyrics. Because of all the signage, we propose that everyone stay inside. That shouldn't be a problem: On the day we are proposing, it will be raining: 11/11/11.
And then, after going cold turkey for a day, we only gradually allow words to leak back in, very gradually. Maybe one word the first day, two words the second. And back to zero at the first hint of confusion. By New Year's maybe we'll be up to an entire sentence apiece. A short sentence. We will have learned to make it count.