Launch of The Happy Hypocrite – Freedom, Issue 6
edited by Lynne Tillman
21 September 2013, 7.00pm onwards
55 Walker Street
Yasmine El Rashidi
Ranbir Singh Sidhu
Robin Coste Lewis
Followed by a discussion with Lynne Tillman and participants.
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This new issue of The Happy Hypocrite challenges the restraining notions found in art and writing about who and what can and cannot speak. What can and cannot be said or thought. In part a response to Kafka – to that which we don’t know has damaged us – freedom is presented as an important and urgent concept, and a complicated word, in which and beside which hypocrisy also resides. (Hypocrisy can be construed as a freedom). The Happy Hypocrite offers its pages to ingenious fictional, nonfictional, and visual responses to the various meanings of ‘freedom’.
Contributions from Gregg Bordowitz, Paul Chan, Gabriel Coxhead, Lydia Davis, Yasmine El Rashidi, Chloé Cooper Jones, James Jennings, Allison Katz, Robin Coste Lewis, Craig Owens, Sarah Resnick, Ranbir Singh Sidhu, Abdellah Taïa, an interview between Lynne Tillman and Thomas Keenan, a cover by Susan Hiller, and archival material from Paranoids Anonymous Newsletter.
I made this list in January 1997, when I cleaned out the glove compartment of my 1984 Toyota Tercel, and shortly after I started reading Georges Perec and other Oulipo writers. The reason to empty it was that it was so packed I could no longer open it. It turned out the back hinge was jammed shut by a Velvet Underground cassette tape case. Perec was a veritable king of lists. He once listed everything he ate and drank over an entire year, and his alcohol consumption alone was astonishing. So this one’s for him.
Here’s the list:
2 Phillips Head screwdrivers
1 Red Luxury lip gloss, very old, probably Maria’s
1 Very battered pocket copy of Tao Te Ching
1 Immature mammal limb, probably sheep femur
1 Mechanized pencil
1 Green pen from the Courtyard by Marriott Hotels
1 Ticket to Lava Beds National Monument for June 6th (year unknown)
1 Basin Research Associates business card
1 Melted plastic case for fuses
1 PCV valve (in box)
1 Plastic box of electrical connectors
1 Lid to Chinese tea cup
1 Brown band for sunglasses
1 Poloroid of myself with John Sloane excavating a human burial
1 Old medicine bottle
1 1” paint brush
1 Yellow pencil
1 Still from the movie Bhaji on the Beach
1 Letter from Chris in Russia (February 1991)
1 Card for Heath Paterson, Loan Agent
1 Packet of AAA info
1 Biorhythm chart for May 4, 1991, indicating:
- good luck
- high romance
- low creativity
- high health
- high sex
- good ambition
- high endurance
- low finance
- good friendship
- high leisure plans
- lucky nos: 5 & 52
1 Sunglasses case
1 American Youth Hostel Handbook for 1990-91
1 Saguaro Credit Union checkbook
1 Pink napkin
1 Package of Johnson & Johnson rolled gauze (price $2.69)
8 Cassette tapes
1 Wind-up jumping frog (Stephanie’s)
1 B&W photo of my back from the 1984 Duckpond concert
Various receipts and scraps of paper
9 cents in change
Looking back at this list today, I wish I had written down who the bands were on those tapes. But I am sure somewhere, somehow, that knowledge is known. Because nothing is ever truly lost.
There has always been something a little too perfect about Mitt Romney. He is a lifelong teetotaller, a non-smoker, the kind of fella who eschews salty language for an old-fashioned “aww shucks”, a dedicated family man with an overflowing brood of gorgeous children and grandchildren, and a successful Republican governor in one of the nation’s most liberal bastions, Massachusetts, the home of the notoriously drunken, cursing, womanising and bleeding heart Kennedys.