The empty form goes all the way to heaven / Teare Brian.

Format:

Book

Author/Creator:

Teare, Brian, author.

Language:

English

Subjects (All):

English poetry.

Physical Description:

1 online resource (111 pages)

Place of Publication:

New York, NY : Nightboat Books, [2022]

Summary:

The typographical experiments of The Empty Form Goes All the Way to Heaven make visible the hidden experience of chronic pain and illness. During uninsured and ineffectual medicalization, Teare turns to the work of writer and abstract artist Agnes Martin, which offers both counsel and consolation when diagnosis fails. Harnessing the power of the grid intrinsic in the typeset page, the resulting poems balance language and silence in visual fields that give shape to somatic knowledge. Rejecting bad care and the false promise of cure, this book reimagines what healing looks like.

Contents:

Intro

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Contents

Preface

I.

watercolor and graphite on paper, fifteen by fifteen inches

There are two endless directions. In and out.

Defeated you will stand at the door of your house and welcome the unknown.

Then I painted the two rectangles.

With these rectangles I didn't know at the time exactly why.

There is the work in our minds, the work in our hands, and the work as a result.

This poem, like the paintings, is not really about nature.

If you don't like chaos you're a classicist.

If you like it you're a romantic.

If there is a bare spot on the ground the best possible weed for the environment will grow.

Neither objects nor space, not time, not anything-no forms.

We cannot understand everything that happens to everyone.

Not to know, but to go on.

The writing fills the space as drawing would.

This developing awareness I will also call "the work." It is a most important part of the work.

There are an infinite number of different kinds of happiness.

And to think I am small and the work is small.

I am going to work in order to see myself and free myself.

Look between the rain. The drops are insular.

coloured pencil, graphite, and ink on paper, nine by nine inches

II.

white pencil on etching and aquatint proof, twelve and a quarter by twelve and a quarter inches

We are not the instruments of fate nor are we the pawns of fate we are the material of fate.

One must see the ideal in one's own mind. It is like the memory of perfection.

I lay down my gaze as one lays down one's weapons.

I give up facts entirely.

Going on where hope and desire have been left behind is a discipline.

I want to repeat: there are no valid thoughts about art.

It is hard to realize at the time of helplessness that that is the time to be awake and aware.

Perceiving is the same as receiving and it is the same as responding.

That is enough for death, now for real life.

We think that at last our feet are on the right path and we will not falter or fail.

Defeated, you will perhaps go a little bit further.

We seem to be winning and losing, but there is no losing.

With a soft attitude, you receive more.

We cannot even imagine how to be humble.

I'm not trying to describe anything. I'm looking for the perfect space.

Somebody's got to sit down and really want it.

pencil on aquatint ground, twelve and a half by twelve inches

III.

watercolor, ink and gouache on paper, nine and a quarter by nine and a quarter inches

When pride in some form is lost, we feel very different.

I painted a painting called This Rain.

The process called destiny in which we are the material to be dissolved.

Any mistake in the scale and it doesn't work out. It's pretty hard because it's such a small picture.

As grass that is hard to grasp cuts the hand itself.

What you do is get rid of everything.

If we are completely without direction our minds will tell us the next step to take.

When I cover the square surface with rectangles, it destroys its power.

People that look out with their backs to the world represent something that isn't possible in this world.

When we are on the right track we are rewarded with joy.

I pretend I was looking at the blank page.

Horizontal lines for forty years.

Form is created as you look at it and it sinks away as you look at it.

I am nothing absolutely. There is this other thing going on.

When you come to the end of all ideas you will still have no definitive knowledge on the subject.

Dedications

The Extent to Which the Body Becomes Thinkable: Declan Gould Interviews Brian Teare

Acknowledgments

Notes

About the Authors.

Notes:

Description based on print version record.

Other Format:

Print version: Brian, Teare The Empty Form Goes All the Way to Heaven

ISBN:

9781643621890

OCLC:

1373986393