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Rye Dag Holmboe
Rye Dag Holmboe is a writer and PhD candidate in History of Art at University College, London. He has recently co-authored and co-edited the book JocJonJosch: Hand in Foot, published by the Sion Art Museum, Switzerland (2013). He has recently edited Jolene, an artist's book which brings together the works of the poet Rachael Allen and the photographer Guy Gormley, which will be published later this year. His writings have appeared in The White Review, Art Licks and in academic journals.

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Art and its Functions: Recent Work by Luke Hart

Art

June 2016

Rye Dag Holmboe

Art

June 2016

Luke Hart’s Wall, recently on display at London’s William Benington Gallery, is a single, large-scale sculpture composed of a series of steel tubes held...

Art

February 2015

Filthy Lucre

Rye Dag Holmboe

Art

February 2015

White silhouettes sway against softly gradated backgrounds: blues, purples, yellows and pinks. The painted palm trees are tacky and...

https://soundcloudcom/user-856373367/sarah-gridley-addressee   ADDRESSEE   I mind less that you go far away in time Once I had to harden myself to the idea Now I ask more of it, and you, and the carryover Those I find time for presently do not bring this cup of stars your listening makes Few of us are free of petty necessity, hurts spun back to inflictions, ambition rocking to exhausted desire I worry less that I’m not into this I love the curtain between us The old space of sailing, the birds that fly so far from land      https://soundcloudcom/user-856373367/sarah-gridley-origin-is-your-original-sin   Origin is Your Original Sin —AR Ammons   Not to have touched your starting point Never to have reached for where you are To renounce ever splitting a single fruit in half Never to have fooled yourself or others To have no cause for redirection To let alone the long odds and the favourable Not to be this or that Neither spatialised or spiritualised To leave your bear in the eternal winter dream of spring Not to emerge Never to mate or part with time Not to be licked into shape, never to mind the branching acts, the superstitious rags you might have tied to trees beside the wells Never around the mossy depth of wells Never a question of holiness, the steadfast eye of subterranean water Never to wear entanglements of air and blood Never to see the salmon leap To feel no difference between up and down To get the soporific movement of the sea but neither its lifting or breaking dreams Never to feel the velvet curtain dropping at the end To touch as near

Contributor

August 2014

Rye Dag Holmboe

Contributor

August 2014

Rye Dag Holmboe is a writer and PhD candidate in History of Art at University College, London. He has...

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October 2012

Pressed Up Against the Immediate

Rye Dag Holmboe

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October 2012

The author Philip Pullman recently criticised the overuse of the present tense in contemporary literature, a criticism he stretched...

Existere: Documenting Performance Art

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September 2012

David Gothard

Jo Melvin

John James

Rye Dag Holmboe

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September 2012

The following conversation was held at the Institute of Contemporary Arts, London, in May 2012. The event took place almost a year after a...
Gabriel Orozco: Cosmic Matter and Other Leftovers

Art

March 2011

Rye Dag Holmboe

Art

March 2011

‘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...

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fiction

Issue No. 12

A Samurai Watches the Sun Rise in Acapulco

Álvaro Enrigue

TR. Rahul Bery

fiction

Issue No. 12

To Miquel   I possess my death. She is in my hands and within the spirals of my inner...

Interview

Issue No. 1

Interview with Tom McCarthy

Fred Fernandez Armesto

Interview

Issue No. 1

For those expecting him to be, as the New Statesman called him, ‘the most galling interviewee in Britain’, Tom...

fiction

December 2013

A Lucky Man, One of the Luckiest

Katie Kitamura

fiction

December 2013

Will you take the garbage when you go out? My wife said this without turning from the sink where...

 

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