I wrote a longish poem over the past several months, and am now going to polish it a bit more and then bind it in two editions. The first will have three instances, and be a handmade box containing 25 Polaroid images, each of which will have a section from the piece on its back. The second will be a standard, three-signature artist book, with a single Polaroid on the cover. Polaroids are beyond cliché at this point — that you can only get film these days from a website that caters to kitsch underscores this — but the fact they are no longer throwaway works well with the larger thrust of the piece. It feels good to have written something, but now I need to scrape together funds: Polaroid no longer being throwaway means that it’s no longer cheap. Maybe I’ll try Kickstarter.
Social Democracy thought fit to assign to the working class the role of the redeemer of future generations, in this way cutting the sinews of its greatest strength. This training made the working class forget both its hatred and its spirit of sacrifice, for both are nourished by the image of enslaved ancestors rather than that of liberated grandchildren. — Walter Benjamin, Theses on the Philosophy of History