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Jeremy Sigler: Carl Andre as Love Poet

Carl Andre as Love Poet

Please join us Sunday, January 28th, 6:00 PM at Spoonbill Studio, 99 Montrose for a talk by Jeremy Sigler on the poetry of the minimalist sculptor, Carl Andre. Although known primarily as a sculptor, Carl Andre used a typewriter to compose many pieces he called "words." Sigler has studied them and determined that these works are actually not only poems but romantic poems. This talk will be the first time Sigler has spoken in public about this subject. A book-length treatment about Carl Andre's poetry by Sigler is forthcoming from Sternberg Press.

"Is it possible that both Andre and Mendieta in their fabrications unconsciously realized, articulated, presaged actual future real-life events? Is it possible that both of their creative expressions – independent of one another at first and then married, as it were – exhibited a collaborative premonition? An allegorical duet? Is it possible that they were scripted by fate or the mutual drive of their wills to merge in an excessive, drunken rage, followed by a sustaining chord, an off minor chord, of living theater, with operatic Wagnerian overtones? Is it possible that these two souls, from two far off geographies, became intertwined not by chance, but by some Darwinian inevitability, some Faustian bargain, some deal at the crossroads? Is it possible that they became braided like the mythic lovers Tristan and Isolde – who were unobtainable to each other in life but perfectly well-suited for the after-life? Is it possible Carl and Ana were destined to alchemize their own Grimm-ish folktale or Nordic myth or Art World legend and thus capture our imaginations and frustrations? Is Andre’s poetry a silent cryptic Canto about all of this? Or is it an exiled score with harmonic suspension that looks for resolution, closure, stability, after its Liebestod (Love-Death) – but can’t seem to find it? Is it possible that this loose, murky, drifting, emotional cadence of the collective unconscious, of our own projection and our own suspicion, is a simple story we will someday look back on with recognition and understanding? Possible it is – possible it is – that the story lies beyond poetry, beyond body art, and beyond autobiography… that it comes from deep in the past like a Jungian archetype or shamanistic, occult vision. Possible it is, that the stage had been set for a night in 1985 for the launching of a fact into the infinite void of time. Oscar Wilde called it anti-mimesis, claiming, contrary to Plato’s declaration, that life, in fact, imitates art." - Sigler