Footnote: Typoe and La Menesunda

Getting Up (2015), Casa Claridge's.

Getting Up (2015), Casa Claridge’s.

Typoe standing inside Getting Up (2015), Casa Claridge's.

Typoe standing inside Getting Up (2015), Casa Claridge’s.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I recently visited Typoe’s installation at Casa Claridge’s and felt as though I had been transported back in time, beyond my birth and to another South American capital: Buenos Aires, 1965. Given the nature of Getting Up it’s no wonder so many visitors were open to time travel. And given the Faena Group’s roots it’s no wonder I chose to travel to Argentina.  Continue reading

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Mr. Iommi Goes to Paris

Detail, Godofredo Iommi: Morincoux, September 1962. Printed in Ailleurs 1 (1963), 18. Ailleurs 1 (1963), 18.

Detail, Godofredo Iommi: Morincoux, September 1962. Printed in Ailleurs 1 (1963), 18.

The past 24 hours have been a frenzy of amazing discoveries about Godofredo Iommi’s time in Europe. Until I fell down this rabbit hole I frankly doubted its existence. Godo’s time in Europe—ca. 1959 to ca. 1964—is not well-documented; hence my estimates regarding his departure and return. But using the tidbits I did know (friendship with Carmelo Arden Quin, long stay in Paris, prolific writing tendencies) I was confident I would find something.  Continue reading

Footnote: Poetagoonia

Some days it seems like my dissertation footnotes are taking on a life of their own. Maybe they will revolt and leave my work to star in their own dissertation. In the meantime I would like to feature some of my footnotes from time to time since they are too wonderful to leave in the margins.

The Times (London, England), Wednesday, July 7, 1965: 1; issue 56367.

The Times (London, England), Wednesday, July 7, 1965: 1; issue 56367.

On July 7, 1965, an ad appeared in The Times London: “International expedition of Poets and Others departs from Cape Horn for Patagonia August 1—Contact HAM. 5721.” Continue reading

The Best Cover? Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps

Out of nowhere this song floated to the surface of my memory today. I don’t remember the last time I heard it or what jogged my brain, but “Quizás, Quizás, Quizás” may perhaps be the best song ever. Pun intended. Continue reading