
Upon Thom Donovan’s invitation, my contribution to a discussion surrounding our artistic practices in the wake and current moment of the occupations, at Harriet: on the relation between capital and waste, garbage and exposure, the intimate public sphere.

Just as once at Pompeii, the name of a beloved grandfather appeared on a street sign, baffling and familiar, resonant of the claim that we could’ve been buried by Vesuvius had history cooperated to immortalize us, yesterday among the organized cracked lapidary list of relics of 2300 saints Pope Paschal housed in his version of [...]

And one of the many gems many appear to have overlooked in Naples from the standpoint of an “inflexible, cold, and passionate service”: local singer/percussionist Marzouk Mejri for two euros’ cover off Spaccanapoli; singing “Illettughat–To Tyrants” in honor of Tunisian poet Abulkasem Escebbi (1909-1934): “Don’t let the spring and light of dawn fool you: in [...]

An hour and a half on a brilliant weekend afternoon through subterranean Naples, its voids the city’s own tufa quarries 30 meters profound to stack the ground shared by Vesuvius as so many mirroring shafts dizzyingly narrow and tall and tough: through sixteenth-century cisterns manned by climbing wellworkers, lowest on the social spectrum yet keepers [...]