Riverwork Don Mee Choi

Riverwork Don Mee ChoiLisa Robertson Some ruins are invisible. Under the pavements of Paris there lies buried an ancient river, the Bivre. For years, Lucy Frost has walked along these streets, unaware of the water and history under her feet, on her way to clean the apartments of Paris's academic class. As she begins to study and transcribe the inherited notebooks and papers of her great aunt, a teacher and researcher who disappeared years earlier, she commits to continuing

a central section follows a punk band throughout dozens of countries connected by and subjugated to capital

Drawing inspiration from Brothers Grimm fairy tales and troubadour tradition

Woven like one of her quipu installations

Book as scream

Ashbery's work difficult

it is a revelation: “Now is a blinding instant one single explosion but somehow some part of it gets accentuated/ And each time the moment falls the emphasis of the moment falls into time differently/ No sooner noticed no sooner now that falls from something/ Now is a noted conjunction/ The happiness of knowing it appears

want aan onze schermpjes geplakt raken we wellicht wat kort van memorie

Saretta Morgan thinks through the languages that instantiate violence alongside those which prepare the body for love

Julia Wong Kcomt

Scarcely published in his lifetime

vriendschap en liefde

its Lucretian “Nioque