The Unforgiving Minute

There will be time for apologies. We have the rest of our lives to do this differently. There will be time to reach out to those you may have wronged and say that you were a younger and different person, you are sorry, you didn’t know, you tried not to know, you know now. There will be time to make it right, but it will take precisely that. It will take time.

We want a flavor of equality that none of us have tasted before.

What women like me want in the long term is for you to stop this shit and treat us like people. We want you to accept that you have done bad things, so that in the future you can do better. We want a flavor of equality that none of us have tasted before. We want to share it with you. We want a world where love and violence are not so easily confused. We want a species of sexuality that isn’t a game where we’re the prey to be hung bleeding on your bedroom wall.

Right now, we also want to rage. We are not done describing all the ways this shit isn’t okay and hasn’t been okay for longer than you can believe. We want you to make space for our pain and anger before you start telling us how you’ve suffered, too, no, really you have. We are angry, and we are disappointed.

Because you made everything precious in our lives conditional on not making a fuss.

Because you behaved as if your right never to have to deal with anyone else’s emotions or learn the shape of your own was more important than our very humanity.

Because you made us carry the weight of all the hurt that had ever been done to you, and then you praised us for being so strong.

Because we tried for so long to believe the best of you, because it felt like we had no other option.

I promise you will survive our rage. We have lived in fear of yours for so long.

The Unforgiving Minute

Being female in this world is having been robbed of the potential for human choice by men who love to hate us. One does not make choices in freedom. Instead, one conforms in body type and behavior and values to become an object of male sexual desire, which requires an abandonment of a wide-ranging capacity for choice.

Andrea Dworkin, Intercourse

Mary Kelly

1-6) Interim, Part I: Corpus, 1984-85
(detail, Menacé)
Laminated photo positive,
Silkscreen, acrylic on Plexiglas
Each pictured is 1 of 30 panels,
90 x 122.5 cm each

7) Interim: Corpus, Preliminary Artwork, 1984, Detail

8-9) Interim, 1984 – 89
Installation View
New Museum of Contemporary Art, New York, 1990

“INTERIM examines the woman-as-subject as she enters middle age, a time when her
increasing invisibility and powerlessness in the masculine world may lead her to
experience vividly her own “constructedness.” Conspicuously absent in most
novels, films, and ads, the older woman is not considered sexy because she’s no
longer seen to be a useful measure of a man’s potency. Because power accrues to a
woman in a patriarchy by virtue of her body’s procreative capacities and its potential
for fetishization, the aging or aged female body becomes a relic, a site of loss. For
1 Kelly, this loss of power lodged in the body renders transparent the economic,
political, and cultural conditions that deprive a woman of power-the very
conditions which simultaneously keep her from her own subjectivity. 

Weaving together divergent positions of relative distance and closeness, neutrality
and engagement, fact and fantasy, from both a personal and political perspective,
Kelly explores the relational aspects of subjectivity and objectivity. To achieve this,
the “voice” used in INTERIM is necessarily disjunctive and multiple, a densely
textured melange of different tones, different times, different positions. Structured
on Brechtian principles, INTERIM is full of visual and linguistic interruptions that
radically challenge the seamless nature and unitary terms of so much traditional
arrmaking. To structure a piece with the device of interruption is to produce a work
punctuated with frozen gestures; without narrative continuity, discrete moments
collide. As Walter Benjamin observed, an audience, deprived of traditional linear
narrative, experiences not the usual empathy-the cathartic emotional release that
results from an identification with the characters-but “[astonishment] at the
circumstances under which they function.” 1 To this end, Brecht’s epic theatre offers
“the representation of conditions rather than the development of actions.” 2
So does Kelly’s INTERIM. As the work makes clear, it is the representation of
conditions that defines women’s subjectivity. For three years before she began to
give form to the project, Kelly kept a notebook-an archive, as she calls it-in
which she recorded conversations she had overheard or engaged in with women who
were responsible for launching, or had been affected by, the second wave of
feminism-the women, in other words, of 1968. Arranging her notes in various
forms, she offers us the opportunity to hear these women as they explore their
experiences as wives, mothers, sisters, and daughters, most of them from the
vantage of middle age. In the process, we discover that we too are being encouraged
to search and research our own histories and responses, an engagement which
creates both a new definition of authorial power and a sense of pleasure in the
interchange of subjectivities. As for Kelly’s own subjectivity, the issues investigated
in the work are clearly indicative of her own interests and experience, though
INTERIM is not specifically autobiographical. 

Mary Kelly began the work in 1983 while she was living in London. She isolated
the themes which figured dominantly in the collected conversations and used them
to organize the project into four sections:
Parr I, Corpus [the body], pairs images and narrative panels on reflective
plexiglass (white on black, with phrases and parts of the images picked out in red),
in an arrangement of five groups, three pairs to a group. Each takes its title-
“Menace,” “Appel,” “Supplication,” “Erotisme,” and “Extase” -from the nineteenth-century
French neuropathologist J.M. Charcot’s attitudes passionelles, his
classification of the hallucinatory phase of hysteria. The texts are hand-written,
first-person accounts which explore how older women experience the body shaped
socially and psychically by the discourses of popular medicine, fashion, and romantic fiction”

–New Museum 

1) Emmy Hyche, “Corpse Logic” 

2) Tiqqun, Preliminary Materials for a Theory of the Young-Girl 

3) Magda Romanska, “NecroOphelia: Death, femininity and the making of modern aesthetics”

5) Joshua Foer, “A Minor History of Useful Corpses”

6) Alice Notley, “Bobby (First Visit Back to the States”, Mysteries of Small Houses

7) Claudia Rankine, Citizen

8) Kathy Acker, “The Following Myth of Romantic Suffering Has to be Done Away With”

9) Claudia Rankine | Don’t Let Me Be Lonely

10) Rebecca Solnit, “A Rape a Minute, A Thousand Corpses a Year: Hate crimes in America—and elsewhere—add up to the world’s longest war”

Venice Biennale 2013

YOKO ONO, ARISING

A CALL WOMEN OF ALL AGES, FROM ALL COUNTRIES OF THE WORLD: YOU ARE INVITED TO SEND A TESTAMENT OF HARM DONE TO YOU FOR BEING A WOMAN. WRITE YOUR TESTAMENT IN YOUR OWN LANGUAGE, IN YOUR OWN WORDS, AND WRITE HOWEVER OPENLY YOU WISH. YOU MAY SIGN YOUR FIRST NAME IF YOU WISH, BUT DO NOT GIVE YOUR FULL NAME. SEND A PHOTOGRAPH ONLY OF YOUR EYES. THE TESTAMENTS OF HARM AND PHOTOGRAPHS OF YOUR EYES WILL BE EXHIBITED IN MY INSTALLATION ARISING, JUNE 1 – NOVEMBER 24, 2013, IN THE EXHIBITION, PERSONAL STRUCTURES, AT PALAZZO BEMBO IN VENICE, AS PART OF THE 55TH VENICE BIENNALE. A BOOK WILL ALSO BE PREPARED OF THE ARTWORK, AND A SELECTION OF YOUR TESTAMENTS AND PHOTOGRAPHS WILL BE PUBLISHED IN THIS BOOK. THE INSTALLATION ARISING WILL CONTINUE TO GROW AND WILL BE EXHIBITED IN MANY COUNTRIES. I VERY MUCH HOPE FOR YOUR PARTICIPATION.

yoko ono

April 29, 2013

I stopped because the world kept happening around me. I dreamed of my sister on a far-off telephone, me trapped in a car that would move but not motor on. I dreamed of my mother clipped and distant and the texture of rain on a windshield and a message sent out of the wrong atmosphere.

I dreamed I could write a story that was all beginning, and the beginning was an emerging out of nothing, a gradual brightening, or darkening, space condensed into a point that opens.

In Chris’ dream I am his wife and he builds us a house with mud and he is dying but okay about it. In the terrible novel I realize a suicide is coming and want to stop reading but can’t. A woman is punished with violence and I want to scream.

Everyone loves stories where women are made to live their whole lives underground. Everyone loves stories where women get, in the end, what they deserve. It’s funny or it isn’t the obviousness of the train and its clockwork precision, as if what’s funny about women is the way they are always having to stop to cry and make themselves late.

Outside, the sound of a piston, air pressure, a large piece of machinery. A forklift drives down the street carrying what looks like a large window.— 

—Stephanie Cawley, from My Heart But Not My Heart

Andrea Dworkin—Life and Death

bell hooks—Feminism Is for Everybody: Passionate Politics 

Shulamith Firestone | The Dialectic of Sex

Elena Ferrante—The Days of Abandonment 

Sue Williams, Try to Be More Accomodating, 1991, acrylic on canvas

CLÉMENCE X. CLEMENTINE AND ASSOCIATES FROM THE INFINITE VENOM GIRL GANGA—Against the Couple-Form

bell hooks—The Will to Change

Kathy Acker—Empire of the Senseless