Saturday, December 29, 2007
It is no coincidence that this hunger for new words has come during the annual Times warehouse booksale (which was surprisingly quiet, by the way; where were the crowds fighting it out for the RM12 Orhan Pamuks and Hari Kunzrus?).
I can't wait to soak all this in and find inspiration for new words of my own. I am itching to write again! I always feel this itch when I'm in Kuala Lumpur. Perhaps it's because there is so much here that desperately needs articulating?
The following is my list of acquisitions after a trip to the booksale and also to Silverfish's new digs. Some I want to give away, some I am just curious about because the authors sound familiar.
The Brooklyn Follies, Paul Auster (Betta raves about him, so I thought I'd try it out, but then again I saw Auster's mug on the back cover and I suspect her enthusiasm is half lust.)
Upanishads, T.M.P Mahadevan (I wonder if I have got the best translation...)
Eight Plays, Huzir Sulaiman
If Only, Shahril Nizam (I had the pleasure of meeting the author for the first time today at Readings @ Sek San)
White Rajah, Nigel Barley (Can't wait to get my teeth into this. Looks like a well-written bio of James Brooke)
Tanah Tujuh, Antares
As She Climbed Across The Table, Jonathan Lethem
The Assault On Reason, Al Gore
Saturday, December 15, 2007
An HSP Offsite Initiative
Beginning December 2007
Christchurch Mail Centre
53-59 Hereford Street
High Street Project’s Offsite Programme rounds up 2007 with an intervention in Christchurch’s central Post Office building. This exhibition, entitled tell me to my face, brings together the work of Zoe Thompson-Moore, Lydia Chai, Chris Clements, Sian Torrington, Mirabel Oliver, Gemma Stratton, Elizabeth Moyle and Justin Tripp, and invites them to produce work which deals with connectivity, interchange and communication.
On their regular trips to the HSP PO Box, curators Thomasin Sleigh and Judith Carnaby were often intrigued by the ebb and flow of the building; its labyrinthine corridors and its regulated pockets of autonomy. Spurred on by the unexpected and bizarre meeting of the man who held the PO Box immediately next to theirs, and the discovery of some unused advertising spaces in the building, Carnaby and Sleigh invited artists to produce art work which will be installed in the promotional display cases throughout the ground floor of the building. Eager to use the systems that the show seeks to interrogate, the works will be mailed back to curators, whipped out of their packaging, and installed as they gradually arrive. Beginning in December, tell me to my face will haphazardly take shape at the Christchurch Mail Centre, just as the Christmas season frenzy of wrapping, posting and gift giving takes off in earnest.
This show was not only borne out of an interest in the physical arrangement of the Post Office building but also its function as a holding zone for information and conversation, and it is hoped that the works exhibited will be catalysts for consideration of these issues amidst the hustle to receive and respond.