One summer the student rental next door became a trap house. After the college students moved out, a guy came, doing things one does when moving in – clearing out furniture, cleaning (a bit), putting tapestries in the windows. He told me his mom ran the AAA office down the hill and his dad owned a business, and that the landlord gave him a break on the rent for cleaning up. With tattoos covering his forearms, he was chatty in an open and friendly way. And then he disappeared and there were some other guys in the house. Cars would pull up in front of the house, usually a guy driving who left the car on while a woman went into the house for a few minutes and then came out. After awhile the guys staying inside would leave too, driving away together in a car parked up the street. One of these guys, always with a jumbo fountain drink, watched me watching them. Sometimes they stopped in front of my house, checked their phone, reversed past my driveway. We had a party, and while kids were playing in the backyard people were going in and out of the house next door. I already had a sense of what was going on but that day it became more apparent in what appeared to me as a certain blatantness. One evening a woman knocked on my door, and when it was clear she was in the wrong place she was very nice and apologetic, friendly in her jitteriness.
Some women spent long hours inside, their kids in the car outside, sometimes with a boyfriend sometimes not, sometimes with another woman. Another guy moved in or was hanging out there, pop in silver teeth, all hip hopped out. He brought a pitbull and the pitbull stayed in the house even when there were no people there. I could see it through the window sleeping on the couch. Days went by and nobody came, nobody fed the dog. One morning when we came outside for the quick walk down the hill to the elementary school, the pitbull was standing on the roof of the porch. It had broken through the screen of a 2nd floor window and was just standing there panting. I called the code office, they came by; I called animal control, they came by and let the dog back inside and closed the window. They couldn’t do anything because it wasn’t being abused, though it was malnourished.
I was thinking about all of this as I was sitting listening as Verdensteatret’s angular electronic pulsing sounds became a wash of white noise, the pulsing, loud sounds accompanied by a projection of concentric squares changing colors, visible through tinted glass set in frames. I had thought maybe the glass would be used to make sound but it wasn’t, though there were many other things sounded: vibrating metal sheets, speakers bouncing contact mics, a composition meant as an allegory of geologic time by a group that builds “exquisite links between seemingly incompatible technologies and materials.”
Breath, breath of a man, breath from a speaker, breath as an image of a building scrolls vertically, its magenta hue becoming increasingly washed out. An apartment building maybe in Malaysia, maybe in Latin America. Windows with air-conditioning units, windows left open for the air, windows with fans, a building breathing. I wonder if we can think of stone breathing.
Is this Latour’s composition? As I read I find I don’t really know what he means by this. I think it’s some kind of drawing together but I don’t understand its seemingly ethical stance or how and if it shifts from a humanism or not and if it’s more than a drawing together or what that drawing together does for something that progresses but is not progress. I want to know who the “we” is, the we who “want immanence and truth together…, matters of concern” along with “matters of fact” (478). Is it the meth that drew together a mostly empty house, a hungry pit bull, the pitched affect of women buying and the guys who seemed to just be hanging out, a 5 year old astonished at seeing a dog on the roof, my “sensibilities” as a property owner, and those of a landlord who dispersed an accumulation that had become a “matter of concern,” taking down the sign notifying visitors of a dog inside and re-drawing the tenuous line between a small college town and the rural beyond. I want to know who the we is who asks (and offers) to build “a livable and breathable ‘home’…for those errant masses” (488).
Glitch version (or, what my phone heard)
One summer the house house rented it it’s very nice very a lot of trash in the sky KMan clean things up and the windows will be about how his mom ran a real estate office AAA office and his dad ran a business
He told me the landlord gave him a break on the rent for cleaning up.
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A composition meant as an allegory of geologic time
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