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Chris Newlove Horton is a writer living in London.

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Prize Entry

April 2016

Chris Newlove Horton

Prize Entry

April 2016

He said, ‘Tell me about yourself.’ He said, ‘Tell me about you.’ He said, ‘Tell me everything. I’m interested.’ He said, ‘I want to...

fiction

April 2015

Heavy

Chris Newlove Horton

fiction

April 2015

It is a two lane road somewhere in North America. The car is pulled onto the shoulder with the...

‘To live,’ writes Walter Benjamin, ‘means to leave traces’ As one might expect, Benjamin’s observation is not without a certain melancholy Traces are lost in the grand sweep of history And, in today’s world of mass-production, anonymous spectacle and gleaming, sterile surfaces, it has become increasingly difficult to leave traces For Benjamin, it had become increasingly difficult to live   Yet people do leave traces in their wake: the refuse and detritus of history; the variegated remnants of daily life; or dust A trace is ephemeral, a locus of ambivalence suspended in the unstable space between construction and dispersal, presence and absence A trace is very little, almost nothing But it is also an index of life   Gabriel Orozco’s artistic practice could be described, I think, as an aesthetic of the trace The works presented in his retrospective at Tate Modern share a sense of temporal precariousness that is far removed from the mythic aura of timelessness that has enveloped today’s world In other words, the ‘eternal present’[1] that the cultural theorist Fredric Jameson diagnosed as endemic in postmodernity, a symptom of the disappearance of the subject through the ubiquity of simulacra; that is, commodified, depthless and mass-produced items that conflate time’s three horizons into an indissoluble ‘now’ (think Warhol’s Diamond Dust Shoes (1980)) Orozco’s works, however, are provisional They are vulnerable to the vicissitudes of time Gabriel Orozco, Yielding Stone (1992) Plasticine ball and street debris The paradoxically titled Yielding Stone (1992), for instance, consists of a black lump of plasticine formed in the weight of the artist’s own body The work is rolled onto the street where this highly malleable and greasy material absorbs whatever residue it encounters Yielding Stone registers what would usually vanish without a trace, like a memorial of the ephemeral Indeed, one might literally describe the work as sedimented history Combined with its amorphous shape, this has led commentators to read the work as evocative of the archaic or the primordial In addition, its processual nature has tended to be understood in relation to

Contributor

August 2014

Chris Newlove Horton

Contributor

August 2014

Chris Newlove Horton is a writer living in London.

James Richards: Not Blacking Out...

Art

December 2011

Chris Newlove Horton

Art

December 2011

Artist James Richards appropriates audio-visual material gathered from a range of sources, which he then edits into elaborate, fragmented collages.   But whereas his...

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poetry

Issue No. 8

The Cloud of Knowing

John Ashbery

poetry

Issue No. 8

There are those who would have paid that. The amount your eyes bonded with (O spangled home) will have...

feature

May 2014

The Quick Time Event

David Auerbach

feature

May 2014

The ability of computers to semantically understand the world – and the humans in it – is next to...

feature

Issue No. 2

Three Poets and the World

Caleb Klaces

feature

Issue No. 2

In 1925, aged 20, the Hungarian poet Attila József was expelled from the University of Szeged for a radical...

 

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