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153 pages, Paperback
Published June 28, 2022
These fragments I have shored against my ruins~ The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot
Tenement Press, cousin to a magazine called Hotel (see here), is an occasional publisher of experimental; esoteric; accidental; and interdisciplinary literatures. Founded in 2020, the press works to forge a space for new voices and critical approaches to literary forms with an eye on actively ignoring the borderline between creative, critical, poetic and political practices.
Even the visitors know this is the new Museum, where you can’t needle a guard and expect nothing. They may argue, as all do, that they were not provoking me, and that my feelings are incidental. Either way, just as I have no one to report my confusions to, so the visitors have no one to complain to. There is no self- broadcasting now, to protect them from themselves. In this regard the world has turned twice over. Like it says in the Spangler Gallery, everything has changed since we were children.
As the rebuilding began, all scores settled, so it's said that our cutting off of taste has some part in what is lost, but that this is necessary. For the manifestations of human intellectual achievement regarded collectively were not there to hold onto when things took place.
Acknowledged by all who live is that there is a plan to this, in earth's experience, but that we are quite mere in it. The best we can do is do our best to put objects in houses. Then look at them. Then remember. Then see ourselves in it all.
Culture begins in the history we rebuild.
History begins in the Museum rebuilt.
At the beginning, I've been told people like him were sought out, given fat payments. Those who could remember the objects, and partial fragments of the catalogue, from the old Museum. They were then, once in, teased and tortured into a pool of facts and memories that could be trusted. And when that appeared too lean, others were sought. Others who hadn't been so badly harmed, who could help recreate a history culture, to explicitly connect those two things. To bring back to life the unforeseen, unknown, unintelligible, almost unthinkable, into a massive throbbing establishment. One so amazing to witness that no visitor could get to asking whether it was genuine. The pasts reanimated before they were forever forgotten. Thought up by these obviously important people, who in their renovations, after a time, when the eye became lax, allowed new interpretations of their history.