For the past few years I dedicated my effort to writing. Which had taken over my artistic practice; or to say it differently it swallowed the objects around which I was thinking. I began to use Lisa Robertson’s concept of Videowork to speak of multiple relations between spectatorship and the labour of writing. Which meant that a book I was working on Liquid THE PHARMACY OF NIGHT had been written under the pressure to spectate; to understand what a video could become when writing is introduced as a voice-over. It’s poetry, so I don’t dictate what the eye should feel.




It’s mostly montage, and it senses.




—the tear; a video loop offering at 1:29




soul extrudes what belongs to namelessness

as it swells into effort

sustained in its relation to dwelling.

Soul dwells

captured as it breathes

from the nostrils of suffering and writes.

Soul mostly writes

its songish humours that run through

the drums of its bones.

Soul is sung which means

also proverbial

crosses the sky as it ornaments the hand

hence the medicinal function

of pierced letters




flying




the skin cries in motion

aside from the general assumptions of any group

which is necessarily

a symbolic honing of reproduction

ornament personifies

insofar as it stitches the wound

and turns it into a milieu

of work

but not any kind of work.




Excessive symbolised patterns

squash labour time

but not the dignity of a worker

it’s more like poetry

which subsists the soul bread.




Ornament is mostly associated with scenes of theft, crime and looted landscapes




but also with social rigour, glamorous nightshifts, dizzy dancing and sex on the rooftop




which is life luxurious and oozing persons;




around money gather the videoworkers




around a poem and a porno




around the shimmering value of a stitch




which pierced right into their milieu—