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CURRENT

November 15 – December 15 2018
Lauren Fulton + Yvonne Rainer
Trio A

Yvonne Rainer
Trio A

When it’s right
nothing’s like it
the pieces f a l l
into place
not a flicker
of doubt
mars the flow
of arm
into hip
into knee
into floor
then midsection
hollowed in triumph
the whole apparatus
its discrete minds
not impeding
the forward momentum
of practice
of object
no ritual here
the weight of the body
is material proof
that air is matter
and mind’s married to muscle

© 2011 Yvonne Rainer


Published by
Badlands Unlimited
220 36th Street, Suite 607, Brooklyn, NY 11232
www.badlandsunlimited.com


This LANDLINE presentation coincides with an exhibition curated by Lauren Fulton and Courtenay Finn for the Aspen Art Museum. On view from November 16, 2018–February 24, 2019, Lost Without Your Rhythm features work by Helena Almeida, Simone Forti, Felix Gonzalez-Torres, EJ Hill, B. Ingrid Olson, Bruce Nauman, Yvonne Rainer, and Oscar Tuazon.


Audio written by Lauren Fulton and recorded by Courtenay Finn in Aspen, Colorado, November 2018.

ABOUT

LANDLINE is an LED sign presenting thought-provoking texts made by contemporary artists, writers, and thinkers. The project is curated by artist Robert Chase Heishman. A new text + sound (created or chosen by the contributor) debuts around the 15th of every month. Sound files can be listened to on this website, or by calling +1 312 281 7366.

 

NEWS

Chicago Art Book Fair 2018
November 16 – 18 2018
Opening reception: Friday, November 16, 5 – 9PM
Chicago Athletic Association Hotel

LANDLINE is thrilled to participate in the Chicago Art Book Fair 2018 in the Chicago Artist Writers booth at the Chicago Athletic Association Hotel. A curated selection of past LANDLINE contributions will be presented, one work for each day of the fair.

The Chicago Art Book Fair, a project of No Coast (Aay Preston-Myint and Alexander Valentine), is an experiment in showcasing emerging directions and diverse legacies within small press arts publishing. The fair features an international group of over 125 arts publishers, small presses, book artists, comics artists, zinemakers and printmakers, with satellite programming and after parties. 

For more information, please visit: http://cabf.no-coast.org/

 

CONTACT

info.landline@gmail.com

+1 312 281 7366

 
 

UPCOMING

December 15 - January 15
David Sprecher

January 15 - February 15
Cathy Hsiao

February 15 - March 15
Karolina Gnatowski

March 15 - April 15
Noël Morical

April 15 - May 15
Tony Lewis

May 15 - June 15
Jinn Bronwen Lee

June 15 - July 15
Gareth Kaye

July 15 - August 15
Christine Negus


ARCHIVE

001

May 15 – June 1 2018
Zoe Leonard
I want a president


© Zoe Leonard
Courtesy the artist, Hauser & Wirth, New York and Galerie Gisela Capitain, Cologne

I want a dyke for president. I want a person with aids for president and I want a fag for vice president and I want someone with no health insurance and I want someone who grew up in a place where the earth is so saturated with toxic waste that they didn't have a choice about getting leukemia. I want a president that had an abortion at sixteen and I want a candidate who isn't the lesser of two evils and I want a president who lost their last lover to aids, who still sees that in their eyes every time they lay down to rest, who held their lover in their arms and knew they were dying. I want a president with no air conditioning, a president who has stood in line at the clinic, at the dmv, at the welfare office and has been unemployed and layed off and sexually harrassed and gaybashed and deported. I want someone who has spent the night in the tombs and had a cross burned on their lawn and survived rape. I want someone who has been in love and been hurt, who respects sex, who has made mistakes and learned from them. I want a Black woman for president. I want someone with bad teeth, someone who has eaten hospital food, someone who crossdresses and has done drugs and been in therapy. I want someone who has committed civil disobedience. And I want to know why this isn't possible. I want to know why we started learning somewhere down the line that a president is always a clown: always a john and never a hooker. Always a boss and never a worker, always a liar, always a thief and never caught.

 

For more information about Zoe Leonard: https://www.hauserwirth.com/artists/2847-zoe-leonard


002

June 1 – June 15 2018
Jeff Eaton
Untitled (invitation poem for then & now, (Ansel Adams))

Audio excerpt from the film Ansel Adams, Photographer (1957), written by Nancy Newhall, narrated by Beaumont Newhall, with piano accompaniment by Ansel Adams


Untitled (invitation poem for then & now, (Ansel Adams))
 

Open snow and glacier scenes

Seascapes and Distant Views

Sporting scenes in snow

Landscape without foreground

Sports-grounds

Landscapes with light foreground

Wide streets and squares

Buildings, light

Landscapes with dark foreground

Figures in the open (edge of a wood)

Buildings and rocks, dark

Persons in shade of trees

Persons near window, in direct sunlight

Narrow streets, light woodlands

Persons in light room, near a window

Light sunny interiors

Persons in light room, far from a window

Light, but shaded interiors

Persons in dim room, near a window

Fairly light rooms

Dark interiors

 

For more information about Jeff Eaton: http://jeffeaton.org/


003

July 1 – July 15 2018
Linh Dinh
BLESSINGS

BLESSINGS

IN THE LAND OF THE FREE GENITALS AND HOME OF THE BRAVE ORIFICES, YOU’RE EVEN LONELIER THAN YOUR XXX.

YOU CAN’T BOMB OR BABY ME, BABY, BECAUSE I’M JUST A TWISTED WISH INSIDE YOUR LAPTOP, DEFORMING YOUR VIRTUAL SOUL.

GLAZED-EYED AND BRAIN DEAD, YOU DESTROY THE UNIVERSE YET AGAIN, THEN YOU APPEASE YOURSELF MOST EXPERTLY.

YOU CAN’T HELP BUT DIVE INTO ANOTHER DETONATED GASH, FOR IT’S YOUR BLOCKBUSTER, BAPTISM AND NATIONAL PASTTIME. 

HERD US TO THE GROUNDS ZERO. LET’S FOLLOW THE HOWLING. STAND ERECT AND SCREAM, SCREAM, SCREAM. WHO CARES IF NO ONE GETS THEIR NUTS BACK.

EVEN IF YOU SEE NOTHING, REPORT YOUR NEIGHBORS, FOR THEY ARE ALL GUILTY, BUT SO ARE YOU, FOR NOT SEEING WHO ARE KILLING YOU ALL.

YOUR HERO QUEST IS A CORKSCREWING ROLLER COASTER RIDE THROUGH AN OVERFLOWING MORGUE.

WADING THROUGH FOUL, SACRED ENTRAILS, YOU SMIRKINGLY SWALLOW CURSES YOU CAN’T UNDERSTAND.

 

For more information about Linh Dinh: http://linhdinhphotos.blogspot.com/ + https://www.dispatchespoetrywars.com/dispatches/landline-july-1-july-15-by-linh-dinh-link/


July 15 – August 01 2018
Matthew Edward Martin
The Monolith

004

Audio excerpted from a recording by Dr. Bernie Krause (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5uzpLXrQx0)

 

In 1965, I traveled to the moon with Stanley Kubrick to begin filming 2001: A Space Odyssey. We had disagreed about how the monolith should be represented in the film, and that argument grew more and more heated after we arrived.

In retrospect, I don’t believe our ideas were mutually exclusive, but at the time, we had each convinced ourselves of our own idea’s superiority. Our exchanges became vitriolic. Some blamed the exhaustive production schedule and the demands of Kubrick’s relationship with Arthur C. Clarke, but having spent years thinking it over in my head, there was something else at work…perhaps the earth hung low in the sky like a yellow skull.

Despite our growing resentment, I was appalled to find that Kubrick had begun construction on his idea in secret: an enormous, obsidian tetrahedron, similar to the monolith described in Clarke’s The Sentinel. It was clear that he had never had any intention on doing anything else. One course of action remained to me now: sabotage.

That night, I went to the warehouse where the tetrahedron was being built and damaged the pneumatic winch that held the rigging in place. With its weight now unsupported, the top-most point of the tetrahedron buckled and tore away from the rest of the structure, irreversibly crippling his monolith.

Kubrick’s revenge was swift and poetic—he would damage me just as I had damaged his monolith. While I slept, he snuck into my room and sliced off most of my nose, the most tetrahedron-shaped part of me. I was rushed back to Earth, where I was fitted with a metal prosthetic, leaving Kubrick, and my original nose, on the moon.

 

For more information about Matthew Edward Martin: www.acrylicsuperhero.com


August 15 – September 15 2018 ***
Sara Knox Hunter
A PAPER CRANE


*** NOTE: This text will be on from 7PM to 1:40AM each day; repeating the text 1000 times. 

005

A PAPER CRANE

1. Fold a piece of square paper on the diagonal, forming a triangle.

2. Fold the triangle in half.

3. Push the duplicate edge of the triangle towards the single edge and form a square.

4. Repeat on the other side, forming another square.

5. Rotate the paper to make a diamond, the closed edge at the top. Fold the two outer edges towards the center to form a kite.

6. Repeat on the other side.

7. Open up the kite by pulling open the two sides and lifting up the bottom to expose the inside.

8. Form a new crease at the top so that the kite shape becomes two triangles.

9. Reverse all the outer creases, and fold the paper inwards.

10. Repeat steps 6-8 on the other side.

11. Fold the outer edges of the kite to the middle crease.

12. Fold the right flap over the left flap, like a paper airplane.

13. Repeat steps 10-11 on the other side.

14. Fold both bottom flaps in the middle so that they touch the top.

15. Fold the right flap over the left on both sides.

16. Fold the wings down.

17. Flip the head down.

18. Give everything a tug outward to breathe life into it.