but the point was that i was going to ask myself what i was doing here in several senses one of these senses is "what am i doing here?" in this kind of ambience? but what is "this kind of ambience" – David Antin, "Talking at the Boundaries" To keep his books Cosimo constructed a kind of hanging bookcase; sheltered as best he could from rain and nibbling mouths. But he would continuously change them around, according to his studies and tastes of the moment, for he considered books as rather like birds and it saddened him to see them caged or still. – Italo Calvino, "The Baron in the Trees"
With extracts from:
David Antin, Talking at the Boundaries, New Directions, 1976Italo Calvino, The Baron in the Trees, Harcourt Brace, 1959Georges Perec, An Attempt to Exhaust a Place in Paris, Wakefield Press, 2010Louky Bersianik, L’Euguélionne, Typo, 2012Mel Bochner, "Letter to Jan van der Marck", July 23, 1969Thomas Boutoux & Guillaume Leblon, The Interview, Paraguay Press, 2009Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own, Hogarth Press, 1929Michel Beaud, A History of Capitalism, Monthly Review Press, 2001Marc Fisher, Against Competition, Blunt Art Text #2, April 2006Eduardo Kohn, How Forests Think, University of California Press, 2013