Greetings Friend, Happy Spring and All!
Andy Peterson’s poetry combines visual art, both his own and some found elsewhere in the universe, with words redolent of mystery, thrillers, clues and riddles, and does so in a far more intelligent and sustaining way than present popular literature — while not adopting any sense of “superiority” to same. Museum of Thrown Objects is a terrific “read” and a likewise “look” as well. — Anselm Hollo, Guy Fawkes Day 2009
Imagine an ocean leaving its bed to hover above itself, where it should not be, to form a “silhouette” visible against an “afternoon.” The technology of displacement is deployed, in Andrew Peterson’s brilliant book, to create: not “delay” but “fusion.” It makes sense, then, to build a museum out of artifacts that would, in the wetness beyond architecture, disappear by “low tide”, but are instead “kept.” Locked away in a decaying archive, “the thrown objects” form perverse alliances when the lights dim. Where the genitalia should be, for example, are “leafs and bugs.” Intra-species, foaming, future-soaked, and with a “metallic corsage” delicately sewn to the wrist, the figures in Peterson’s poems come to get you. And they do. They get you and take you somewhere until: “we are all here together in our new place.” — Bhanu Kapil
Museum of Thrown Objects exists as a poetic architectural phenomenon. Peterson constructs a kaleidoscopic wunderkammer of lyric, vispo, and conceptual experiments. Reading/Performing through its various wings I am activated into an environment of idiosyncratic relations. Things/Objects/Words have a collaged and artificial sensibility; as if Peterson is laughing at the overbearing seriousness of our contemporary museums with some incredulous anarchistic cut & paste. The difference between encasing an artwork behind glass as a stale and defined representation of some imagined mastery and staging things/objects/words in a dynamic and active performance of potentiality. This museum is enacting a perception embedded in things as much as in ourselves and, to me most importantly, things and selves in relationship to each other. Peterson, and the reader emerge throughout as poet-collectors (curators) in the process of mapping and performing transformation and relationship. Museum of Thrown Objects instructs the reader/performer: “Do not deny you are the work of art.”. And so doing provides as it performs a dialogic and critical ethics of reading. We experience Peterson experiencing and thus find our own museums everywhere. — Jared Hayes
I’ll say: been a joy building/cutting/pasting/curating this ‘liquid architecture’ from myriad found things of memory & place: errant ink petals, torn comic strips, flaky wallpaper, extinct flightless birds, rocks shaped like extinct flightless birds, transformed instruction manuals & diagrams, dream music, talking monuments & furniture, Oulipian place-mats, unsent love letters, puzzle pieces shaped like Idaho, ransom notes for missing bathroom materials, faded family photographs, errata, & other language/objects found & lost along-between there & here (from Boulder-Missoula-Arizona-desert-along-Massachusetts-coast-to-wherever-you-are…)
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Thank you so much for all your love, friendship, support, & inspiration. Hope to see you soon!