Ringed by Language. And Yet.
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“No doubt my whole life, my work as an artist, and its ways of making-public what we cannot see, has been its own process of recovery. And now, through this failing body, this book—part creature, part ocean, part wet lungs and air—I have found a way to inhabit the limits of what is held. Perhaps only as a way to make room for what will surely follow. Inundate. Collapse.
Without this particular heart, shimmering as it is, it is unlikely I could have written the other, paralysed, hollow muscular organ of the past. It is clear to me now that they are not two separate things, these durations, but the ongoing event of one intelligent, fizzing world. In the midst of such entanglements, questions of duration begin to take hold: Where do failures of the heart begin? How do they move? Accumulate, mutate, oscillate back and forth between us? These faltering organs
Justy Phillips
Justy Phillips is an artist, writer and publisher who lives and works on the banks of timtumili minanya/ River Derwent in nipaluna/ Hobart, lutruwita/Tasmania. She is co-founder with Margaret Woodward of A Published Event, making long-term relational artworks through shared acts of public telling. Exploring chance encounter, constructed situations and the shared authorship of lived experience, Phillips works with artists and writers, materials and ideas, writing, prose, book-works and performance. In 2019, Justy was awarded the Ruth Stephan Fellowship at the Beinecke Rare Book & Manuscript Library, Yale University. Her publication Fall of the Derwent was long-listed in the 2017 Premier’s Literary Awards, Tasmania, Australia
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Ringed by Language. And Yet. - Justy Phillips
At first I see only darkness and then the silhouette. Matte black and immobile, I join its lines into a shape that appears as two-dimensional horse.
After a few seconds, illuminated momentarily by a passing silver-grey sedan, its score of distended ribs etches diagonal lines into the back of my late-night eyes. A lone, emaciated horse standing on a highway in Tirana. I am transfixed, not by its absent light-dead body but by the backlit landscape of its standing. Yellow-green light from a nearby apartment block hangs from concrete edges, drawing the shape of the horse’s undercarriage into the horizon of an imaginary mountain.
So quiet and so still is this air, that I almost do not feel its violence. Drifting in and out of focus, he and I share lines of fuzzy concrete that blur his standing into mine, intermittently.
It is unusually quiet on this highway. Has someone doctored the sound? The intermittent crease of distant automobiles and muffled hounds do nothing to soften my concern. For its welfare.
After a few minutes, another car, this time with horn blaring and blister-white headlights. Only now do I see the horse balancing precariously on just three legs. The fourth, a rear hind leg, it calls quietly up and into its light-filled mountain-scape.
Time and again, my view is obscured by passing trucks that suck the horse’s image out of sight. And then back again. Vacillating abstractions, feathers underfoot. This is the violence. This threshold that is not-yet. Rigid, I plead. Please don’t fall. Grip my hands and synchronise my breathing to the horse’s wavering leg. Please don’t fall.
What I really want to say is please don’t fall while I am watching.
What is failure? / incalculable / breathing ground / tender white heart of a cabbage / indivisible / metamorphosis / glass-blown lungs / the orbits / out of time / gall bladders more valuable than gold / the possibility of touch / touching itself / latency / societies of living holes / some leg weakness / what is a heart? / vermillion shuddering / to be always already full / the seat of life / and albeit rarely used / of memory / to be present / when all else is all else / that infinite touch of nothingness / must be a gift / as Moten says, to feel the feel / what else? / I think I was born this way.
I am eight years old when my legs first fall from under me. It happens in the field adjacent to our house. The