Thank you for the best mayhem ⚡️🖤
I’m doing this as a memory. I went to LADA, spent the afternoon in their Study Room, trawled hundreds of books and pulled out a few, spent minutes or tens of looking and reading. Also a memory. I am reminded of my own history in biographies or documents of people and groups I think of only infrequently, which at one time were all I thought of. Or others I know about and have never read, or have circulated around me, or are entirely new. The books are arranged chronologically, in the order they were purchased in. Of all the possible arrangements, this is my favourite. It tells you something about the book that it doesn’t and can’t tell you itself.
These are the books I looked at and read a little of. In chronological order — mine going from first to last, and LADA’s going backwards in time from most recently acquired to about halfway through their collection. Some I like; others I don’t. I am still wondering what they tell me about me.
- Pina Bausch — The Biography, Marion Meyer (trans: Penny Black)
- my body, the buddhist, Deborah Hay
- Precarious Lives — Waiting and Hope in Iran, Shahram Khosravi
- A Field Guide for Female Interrogators, Coco Fusco
- Integration Impossible? The Politics of Migration in the Artwork of Tanja Ostojić, Pamela Allara and Manuela Bojadzijev
- Guerilla Aspies — A Neurotypical Society Infiltration Manual, Paul Wady
- Leigh Bowery — The Life And Times Of An Icon, Sue Tilley
- Black Artists In British Art, A History Since The 1950s, Eddie Chambers
- Test Dept: Total State Machine, eds. Alexei Monroe and Peter Webb
- Tania Bruguera: On the Political Imaginary, Carrie Lambert-Beatty, Gerardo Mosquera, Helaine Posner
- Thee Psychick Bible : Thee Apocryphal Scriptures ov Genesis Breyer P-Orrige and Thee Third Mind ov Thee Temple ov Psychick Youth, Genesis Breyer P-Orridge
- Jan Fabre: Stigmata. Actions & Performances 1976-2013, Germano Celant
- Feminist and Queer Information Studies Reader, eds. Patrick Keilty and Rebecca Dean
- Femininity, Time and Feminist Art, Clare Johnson
- The Reckoning: Women Artists of the New Millennium, Eleanor Heartney, Helaine Posner, Nancy Princenthal, Sue Scott
- The Shit of God: Diamanda Galás, Diamanda Galás and Clive Barker
- Jan Fabre: I Am A Mistake. seven works for the theatre, ed. Frank Hentschker
- Female Masculinity, Jack Halberstam
- Trans(per)forming Nina Arsenault: An Unreasonable Body of Work, ed. Judith Rudakoff
- That’s Revolting! Queer Strategies for Resisting Assimilation, ed. Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore
- Laurie Anderson, Trisha Brown, Gordon Matta-Clark: Pioneers of the Downtown Scene New York 1970s, Lydia Yee and Philip Ursprung
- Revolting Subjects: Social Abjection and Resistance in Neoliberal Britain, Imogen Tyler
- Are We There Yet? Study Room Guide on Live Art and Feminism, Live Art Development Agency
- The Incorrigibles, Perspectives on Disability Visual Arts in the 20th and 21st Centuries, eds. Adrian Plant and Tanya Raabe-Webber
- Queer Dramaturgies: International Perspectives on Where Performance Leads Queer, eds. Alyson Campbell and Stephen Farrier
“Yeah, I know Frances, it’s awfully ‘precise’ of me. Can we just leave aside that conversation for now and enjoy some shit?” “Ok, Other Frances, we can, but I’m not sure what everyone else will think of you…” “I’m just gonna leave that ellipsis hanging.” “As you like. Your decision.”
On and off for months/years, I’ve been porting the first I dunno how many years of supernaut properly into WordPress. When I gave Moveable Type the boot—and later ecto, opting to work directly in WordPress rather than with a haha ‘blogging client’ (remember when blog software was so crap you needed a blogging client rather than suffer the web browser?) I had all those years of images to deal with, assimilating them, attaching them to post, blahwork. Weeks of blaaahwork. Done. Fucking finished right now. 6312 images are all unified and fuck me if I ever have to change to another blogging platform it’s gonna be a piece of piss compared to this. Or I will throw my arms up and walk the fuck out of the internet for ever.
This is archaeology. The remainder. The images that weren’t attached, had no home, were left to languish in the dim recesses of my server. Jacques Derrida would probably find these telling. Bin Lang girls from Taiwan, I think from an exhibition, or they might have been actual workers in Tainan or Taizhong. Genesis Breyer P-Orridge, I think from when I was in Taipei and was told about what Gen was up to—also introduced to the novels of China Miéville. A page from a comic called Dragnet? I think one of those mid- late-’00s types when tranny was a word we could still throw around without the Queer Police putting a fucking * on the end. That “Jesus Loves You” one … fuck knows. Maybe from Emile? Fuck Gender might even be a photo I took at some Queer* event in Berlin. Or Vienna. Dunno. Thought it was cool at the time (maybe, fuck knows, no memory here), enough to photograph, though not enough to blog. Don’t think it’s cool anymore. Lambs. Baaaaaaah! Was from Christmas 2008, with the mob all in Berlin, around the time I photographed a Nativity Scene. This is definitely one of my photos.
Finally I can remove that shitful “sorry things are broken” apology at the bottom of supernaut.
One of the only tattoos I ever seriously considered getting was the Psychick Cross of the Temple ov Psychick Youth, which I never did, and remain un-inked, but Genesis P-Orridge, whom I rediscovered in a mediocre bar in Taipei during a conversation with a criminal psychiatrist has been an unholy influence on me all the same, indeed when the gutter press shrieked “This man corrupts kids”, and I was a pre-teen pre-delinquent oblivious to most things but the word of the lord, if in fact I was born at all, there was a premonition in that headline of my world to come.
“I’ve had all my teeth replaced with solid gold replicas of the originals,” he says, “beauty spots tattooed on my face, silicone injections in my lips, cheek implants, laser hair removal, breast implants …”
P-Orridge, once on the receiving end of a “This man corrupts kids” tabloid headline, is no longer a man but a self-styled “pandrogyne”. “Or a hermaphrodite by choice, if you like,” he says. Gone are the Charlie Manson T-shirts and military fatigues. Now, he favours a blond, Bette Davis bob and lingerie.