HANGING AROuND Birch edition

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with thanks to Leslaw Skrzypiec, Ben Ibbotson, Violet Yue Cao, Sally Stott, Ana Virginia Reyes Cid, Farah Aly, Atimanyu Vashishth, Adithya David Premraj, Amelie Kondzot, Dariya Cheremisina, Davide Sacconi, Ka Siu Lam, Al Cocks, Luisa Pires, Darko Calina, Nazar Efendiev, Roberta Jenkins, Irenee Scalbert, Gayatri Nilesh Sinai Salkar

Rain by Francis Ponge

translated by Joshua Corey and Jean-Luc Garneau

The rain, in the backyard where I watch it fall, comes down at different rates. In the center a fine discontinuous curtain — or network — falls implacably and yet gently in drops that are probably quite light; a strengthless sempiternal precipitation, an intense fraction of the atmosphere at its purest. A little distance from the walls to the right and left plunk heavier drops, one by one. Here they seem about the size of grains of wheat, the size of a pea, while elsewhere they are big as marbles. Along gutters and window frames the rain runs horizontally, while depending from the same obstacles it hangs like individually wrapped candies. Along the entire surface of a little zinc roof under my eyes it trickles in a very thin sheet, a moiré pattern formed by the varying currents created by the imperceptible bumps and undulations of the surface. From the gutter it flows with the restraint of a shallow creek until it tumbles out into a perfectly vertical net, rather imperfectly braided, all the way to the ground where it breaks and sparkles into brilliant needles.

Each of its forms has its particular allure and corresponds to a particular patter. Together they share the intensity of a complex mechanism as precise as it is dangerous, like a steam-powered clock whose spring is wound by the force of the precipitation.

The ringing on the ground of the vertical trickles, the glug-glug of the gutters, the miniscule strikes of the gong multiply and resonate all at once in a concert without monotony, and not without a certain delicacy.

Once the spring unwinds itself certain wheels go on turning for a while, more and more slowly, until the whole mechanism comes to a stop. It all vanishes with the sun: when it finally reappears, the brilliant apparatus evaporates. It has rained.

( many thanks to Irenee Scalbert)


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With thanks to Giulia Rosa, Andrea Agostini, Laetitia Chauveau, Abhishek Wagle, Luca Haberstock De Carvalho, Tom Parkes, Ben Ibbotson, Bert Walker, Colin Prendergast, Leslaw Skrzypiec, Mariusz Stawiarski, Gayatri Nilesh Sinai Salkar, Manijeh Verghese,Emma Magnusson, Daniel Swarovski.

HANGING AROuND (a lot more)

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with thanks to with thanks to Reishin Kunishima Watabe, Gary Woodley, Emma Magnusson, Armaan Bansal, James Emery, Colin Prendergast, Leslaw Skrzypiec, Mariusz Stawiarski, Lukasz Jamula, Gregory Korcel, Gayatri Nilesh Sinai Salkar, Tom Parkes, Will Fausset, Bill Hudson, Clive Menzies, Giulia Rosa, Andrea Agostina, Abhishek Wagle, Laetitia Chauveau, Ben Kahn, Alex and Boris Nikolov, Luisa Pires, Ben Ibbotson, Bert Walker, Ana Virginia Reyes Cid, Farah Aly, Lea Lahaj, Leela Keshav, Ka Siu Lam, Seonwoo Kim, Dabin Lee, Renate Lurdesa Baumane, Sebastian Wyatt

* Mansfield Road audio – James Emery

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. T.S. Eliot