Poetry without Poets #1

How I love the mutual indebtedness that is not about paying one another back, but about enjoying resting in that depen-dance, listening to the ghosts – our protections, our protextions – in the quilts of our (shady) studies.

‘Poetry without Poets is thought of as a multilingual translation group, falling in & out of language(s); a longing to rest in indeterminacy, with many. In these five days lab/reunion/assembly of forces (in which to rest) we will insist on enfleshed ways of sensing-thinking-moving, in complicity with one another (à l’ombre les uns des autres), committed to the obscurity of transindividual assemblages. A whispery-thin precarious slime, a presage, a turbulent summersault, a complex dampness, an onglet that doesn’t close, Poetry without Poets #1 will feel like a dance in the undergrowth, a dance that works to under-grow. We will rest in the clandestine capacities of barely perceptible light variations across meteorological fields of indetermined kinds, loiter under bushy foliage that will (hopefully!) protect us from blinding identities and obscure and unzip our sentences. Texts that will be scrutinised, slept on, massaged into (each) other’s tongues: Bodies on the Line: Contact Improvisation and Techniques of Nonviolent Protest by Danielle Goldman and Which Way Is Down? by Jason King, in the shades of Sur les bouts de la langue: Traduire en féministe/s by Noémie Grunenwald (2021). The lab will end in a cascade of words published in a giant notebook: Grimoire #2.’ – Alix Eynaudi

Workshop open to the public with Ari Ban on Saturday 11 February at 10.30.