Peter Kirby
'Walk towards Infinity' ( 2013 )
80 x 180 x 70 mm, Cotton, stone and kelp salvaged from Vault beach
Unique Edition of 1 for Material
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'The Exact Middle' ( 2013 )
50 x 100 x 80 mm, Twine, plastic beads, flint salvaged from Bexhill Beach
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'All The Things' ( 2013 )
14 x 100 mm, Cotton, rubber tube salvaged from Vault beach
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'Women are Weather, Men are Land' ( 2013 )
30 x 160 x 110 mm, Plastic letters, unidentifiable foam salvaged from Vault beach
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Abridged Sentences for Sol LeWitt
—Peter Kirby
- The rate at which the brain dies in heat
- Flying fish are the shooting stars of the sea
- She read so fast she sweated. He wrote so slow the ink solidified before it left the nib
- Luck is meteorological – storms bring fortune
- Introduce a legal requirement for adults to cry “OUT” when they have excreted
- Rain fucks the sea with its infinite dying sperm
- The shyest shallowest rainbow water-skis the horizon
- Swimming in the sea breeds world peace
- A building made entirely of ladders
- Writing awakens, reading sleepens
- Land and cloud symmetry – climatological courtship
- Shade massages your thermostat
- Write a story without verbs
- The removal of concentration in the world and its illiterate effects
- Vertical wind weather report, gale force from below or above
- Rainbows in new shapes
- Eyes are tidal – this is why sleep is so tough to hold back
- Every new born is given a new word by law
- Ideas are fairies – they don’t exist until they are clinically proven
- Mexican wave of yawns, fucks, deaths, births and suicides
- Guilt and its irrepressibility
- To write in a boat that just drifts, no sail, no rudder, no destination, a man on a raft
- The sea is the epicentre of optimism, while all land loves a whinge
- Wet paper is how a tree grieves, the last threads of strength
- Bless these pages every day with a lick
- A city of hermits
- Mute carpenter carves mahogany monkeys, while mutant ant signs rubber plant leaves with its teeth
- The sea is 77 billion highly organised eddies
- Every notebook needs a dollar jammed in it to barter your way out of a mugging
- Fall into the sea, alone, anude, adrunk
- Swim 100 strokes crawl and the same back on your back staring at the glory of the almost full moon
- Dare the sentence that has no end, a gap of a middle and a forgotten start
- Lower body temperature electrifies brain cells that have suffered a fortnight’s stroke
- Orphaned doll scandal unearthed by social services
- Write at the speed you read – for every novel you read, write one
- Instigate a debit/credit current account for writing & reading, but arrange an overdraft first
- When you are stuck, stare at your left thumb
- The less you care about your dress, your hair, your breath, the better you write
- Raw de-waxes the words that hope to be blown the furthest
- Farthest and furthest, there’s not much between them
- Wake up feet first
- Dress in curtains
- Wall of dummies, floor of gripper strip, ceiling of water
- The last hot day for 6 months guarantee
- Take a fly on a lead for a walk/fly
- Everyone’s flatulence smells the same on a plane
- She was an ethnographic failure-maker
- Write about what you have a surplus of – indecision
- Make words by walking, by sleeping, by breathing
- Focus, for fuck sake, focus
- Idjit – unlearn to read
- Make the reader take responsibility for the meaning of this work
- Autobiographies are always fiction
- Write a novel in a gallery and publish it on the closing night private view
- Writing Doorways versus Painting Rooms
- The improbability of death – lose 4 family members individually in one year
- Creative Landfill – 3 times a week they come to collect and buy thoughts to fertilise uninspired towns or worn out soil for crops
- Football & art are equally spoilt children
- Moonlit raindrop shadows are unimaginably beautiful – a rash of aesthetic perfection
- Writing is fishing – cast enough sentences and one will gaff something for the keep net, to be stuffed, filleted or eaten whole, only the catch can say
- Only ever write with a triangular pencil
- A novel written standing up
- Stop walking, wait until someone comes alongside, then start again on their shoulder
- Use parking meters to rest on while writing a novel dedicated to Kerouac
- All the things you said you’d never do but did V all the things you said you’d do but never did V all the things you said you’d never do and never did V all the things you said you’d do and did
- Being a late developer is a patient instinct
- Knuckles bleed from writing – hair has worn away on right hand baby finger
- As you read the book the words evaporate and disappear – you wipe its memory
- More concerned about the stubby lead running out in the pencil than you are about the quality of the content
- Robert M Pirsig’s IQ at 10 was 178
- The positivity of NO – refuse 100 things in a day
-- Refuse a bag
-- Refuse a seat
-- Refuse a receipt
-- Refuse a free paper
-- Refuse a plaster
-- Refuse antibiotics
-- Refuse a job
-- Refuse to hold in a fart in public
-- Refuse a present
-- Refuse a big desk
-- Refuse a compliment
-- Refuse a fight
-- Refuse an invitation to go first - Breath louder and louder through your nose until someone notices
- The less you saddle yourself with the more defined your work
- It’s so hot a man is moulding a supine horse into the tarmac of the road
- The very act of thinking about something brings about its happening
- Never write at a desk
-- Never write in a desk
-- Never write under a desk
-- Never write against a desk
-- Never write to a desk - A man from Mali who sires a child every year from 15 to 77
- New concentrated sleep – 8 hours worth condensed into 1 hour leaves you fresh to drive heavy machinery 23 hours a day
- Use an entire pencil, a carpenter’s pencil
- Write in the dark, judging the lines and legibility by the minimal movement of the pencil, the baby finger as a spirit level and the knuckles as a return key
- Sit left leg over right and the pencil becomes a divining rod that seeks out the last drops of water in the page
- What a wonderful splurge life can be if you get up early enough
- Nine standby lights are on, tiny embers of cold electricity waiting to go to bed once each machine goes green with use
- The line that says nothing
- The line that seconds the say-nothing-line’s mute stance
- The noisy line of substance that is angered by the Buddhistic bollocks of fannying around in the present tense
- The page that feels the book lacks direction, purpose, story, talent, commerciality, engagement, hope, magic, maturity, voice, characters, plot, pictures, legibility, depth, quality, value, risk, form, control, narrative, humour, dialogue, prose, rhyme, re-readability, play and something to change your life
- The page that defends the book in published court and says it teems with mood, instinct, desperation, freedom,
experimentation, conviction, failure, ideas, non-ideas, naivety, verve, confusion, cramp, perception, unruliness, belligerence,
will, lucidity, nature, hunger, questions, light and boilerplate that guarantees this book will affirm your life - Rent-a-eulogy
- Sit on kitchen floor next to dishwasher and translate the circular noise into conversation
- Being published is not the best option for this work
- Sit in a child’s tepee and pretend to be a longpig casserole left in arid heat for 3 months to hang-cook like biltong
- Write on your back with the pressure of gravity forcing the book down onto the pencil
- Write on an empty stomach and fast until the work is done
- Write modern prayers to be read aloud by 75,000 people in sync and in love
- Read to wake someone out of a coma – in loving memory of Nora Brown
- That lovely feeling of the mind warmed up and purring like a cat
- Cry through nose, ears, mouth, skin, hair, nails, etc
- CTE, the belligerence of ETC to say “I’m sick of being last, now call me by my full name – ARETECTE”
- When you’re stuck, stretch, it unknots ennui
- Human compost heap – snot, phlegm, scabs, wee, pooh, hair, fingernails, semen, blood, saliva, blister skin, eyelashes...
- O!H! M!Y! G!O!D! The masclamation mark
- It’s this rock’s birthday, it’s 4,600,000,000 years old today
- The trees crouch at night
- Camp on Christmas Eve, waking up in a forest to real living Christmas trees
- The thought supermarket opens tomorrow
- Solitude assistant
- Ideas and thoughts are by-products of the mind and must be treated as such
- An ebullient and serious dance is almost impossible
- She slowly siphoned 70% of the 50p pieces out of circulation and built a massive mosque out of them in a carpet warehouse in Norwood
- Notes taken while cleaning your teeth electrically include the dexterity of your left elbow to hold the left hand page flat
- Memoirs of a miscarriage: I am failure
- That periodic lump in your left throat isn’t really there
- Menage-a-une
- Chase the rain until you have drunk a pint of drops
- She always brought the subject back to inanimate objects
- Most people catch colds, she threw them, often nine at a time
- A glass wigwam with floppy glass doors
- Make a lampshade out of buttons
- He knocked with his elbow, so scarred were his knuckles from scrubbing
- Some words want to be written, others fight to be typed, a few yell to be said, a few pray to be heard and fewer still beg to be mute
- The words that harvest every feeling ever felt emptied into one big stew and left to simmer at 99.5 degrees for as long as we all shall live
- Draw around the saliva that just left your lip and fell down in the shape of ‘Madagascar swallowing a small goat’
- Make every note secondary to what you are doing – dictation of the subconscious
- Write the exact middle sentence of 1000 books
- Write from a posture of discomfort to angulate the content
- She had a Tesco Value heart
- He kissed her on the end of every hair of her head
- 917 moments = 1 slowment (this is imperial emotion)
- Clad lampposts in the singular seeds of a fir cone
- 2 dollar bills are left in a book, they mate to procreate a $100 bill
- Peppermint tea belches are re-swallowable
- Every time we cross our arms we shave a second off our lives
- The yawncatcher, stores yawns in vats to help terminally ill people die easier
- If you ever commit suicide, tell me first how you did it
- Throwing money at a relationship never works, and if it does, get out quick
- She left the hen night early for her own funeral
- Be a detective of betweens, the things that happen or don’t happen between the more obvious memorable things
- He never dabbed the pen on his tongue but he did dry the pencil, thermometer like, under his arm. The lead deposit grew until a forest of carbon had amassed to fuel a moped for a mile
- World’s calmest man contest
- Old year’s resolution – fuck the past tense
- Every person has the same amount of ups and downs. Luck is fair and split evenly. Tragic lives on the public outside are counterbalanced by inner private luck and optimism. This is the law of democratic emotion
- C-section scar reunion
- Adapt a pamphlet, a business card, a napkin, a letter, a tombstone, a manual, a parking ticket, a game, a joke into a feature film
- The language spoken by all 6 -18 month old babies, irrespective of race, wealth, environment or development is pre-speak,
or free-speak, or ‘Bwoll’ - The homeless osteopath who does back realignment then sleeps on his fold-up bed
- The story will tell itself in time
- Her hair has 4x the breaking strain of a regular human being, like cotton to catgut
- Pain is worn. The use of clothing to describe it helps to treat it
- Reading re-directs writing. Reading revives writing. Reading reaffirms writing
- Write against the wall/door of a prison and feel marginally jumpy
- The near, mid and far readers hold their printed matter at distances ranging from 8 inches to 3 feet
- His giving up coffee is Iran giving up weapons
- Gather one year’s cut hair from a salon and plait it together to make a hammock that crosses a reasonable river
- Never know what’s coming is the screenplay
- A movie in memory of someone not yet born
- Write about a difficult age, make everyone that difficult age to stop it being difficult
- Mass synchronised fate – 17,000 people get hit by cars on a day in 2014
- Secondary sleep, sweat, grief, sex, hearing, growth, thought, love. Initial or primary actions and feelings are involuntary whereas secondary actions and feelings are unwilled, unplanned, spontaneous, unstoppable occurrences
- Her anger and frustration at the hardness of the ice-cream snapped to laughter once you pointed it out
- Public phone boxes are land mines
- Chefs trousers made with 100% mono-sodium-glutamate
- Feel the simmering fury of business coming on in a tiger balm rub
- V.A.L. Value Added Love. Love is taxed and assessed by HM Customs & Excise. Send in your VAL return by February 14th
- The spine of this publication is secreting the sweat of 1000 commuter’s arses
- Dye your blood. Get a new shade of red, or streak it white. Curly blood with hyper-circulation from Maybelline New York
- A body of works, a body of words, a body of walks
- Create a character out of granite
- Everyone is saying ‘fucking’, yet no one is having sex
- Prison for acts of goodwill, in a dystopic society
- Age 4 is the most beautiful we ever are
- Be a critic of art, books and films that don’t exist
- Inland Cliffs, meet Tidal Lakes
- The more time you create to speak, the less is said. Gaps tell stories Pauses. Silences Absences Emptiness Betweens
- He took off as pheasants fly, the arse leaving the ground half a second behind the rest of the body
- The French melamine tabletop bore 700 scars of domestic love and hate
- She sat in a café, kept warm by her own wind
- Odds & sods of cutlery & crockery make instant coffee taste home-made and stale cake taste moist
- Fires don’t go out, they hibernate
- Why are wolves always the villains? Why not a wolf picked on by a caterpillar? Or an alligator victimised by a moth
- Wear a headband and you shall write like Zadie Smith, grow a beard and you shall write like Hemmingway, brandish a gun
and you shall write like Hunter S Thompson - You cry dust – sawdust – this is how much you despised him
- She was unable to say the same thing twice
- Threadbare Catarrh – nice name for a band
- A film where we get great actors dressed as birds. Helen Mirren is a red-breasted Merganser. Emily Watson is a little egret. Vincent Cassells is a razorbill. John Cusack is a cormorant. A road movie in the air
- Rearrange keys on a keyboard before writing the story
- Geographical schizophrenia
- By our hands/brains/mistakes we live (delete two as necessary)
- Write beneath a swinging light, as the great moth authors do
- Today, the words are limpets and will not be gathered
- Wanting someone to come and sit next to you when there’s a carriage of empty seats
- What really makes the world go round...smiles, rights and mint imperials
- 2 people sit at a table, a third joins, then a fourth, and a fifth, sixth, up to a 26th even though it is a table for two
- Invent the equivalent of spectacles for noses (smell), ears (hearing), tongues (taste) and fingers (touch)
- Under this tiny table there is vast legroom
- Luck Conductors – like lightning conductors, they stop you getting struck by bad luck. Copper cables stapled vertically to trees
- Slowly, you realise your arse isn’t fat enough for this weather
- The shoes we wear govern our temperament – flip-flops in prisons
- Chins drop in the cold
- There are 1000 ways to wear a scarf
- Maybe, just maybe, the planet can save itself no matter how badly we treat it
- Where is better than who
- Fairly soon, girls’ sunglasses will be a face-sized disc with holes to breathe
- She would only awaken to the sound of pain or joy
- Lopped trees out-mime man by 17,000%
- The Depressed Balloon, a film about failure
- “It’s not what’s going to happen to us that matters, it’s what we do with what’s going to happen to us that matters” for distant Great Uncle Aldous
- The shorter the pencil lead becomes the deeper the thought it records
- Bobble hats according to the size of brain they are keeping warm
- His eye line swept from side to side as rhythmically as windscreen wipers
- Of your fingerprint, only the outer three rings would now show if you robbed a bank
- Make some very tiny and very strong ladders
- Weld a Rolls Royce and a Robin Reliant together – Rolls Reliant by Robin Royce
- It’s the bench that’s itching not your back
- Our last hope with earth is cosmetic surgery to the moon to stem the tides
- For ten minutes in the middle of the night the sun jumped out and said BOO!
- The slope of his beret was down to his prevailing thoughts
- The frizz of her hair was down to humidity and inclement dreams
- Prams and supermarket trolleys are 39 weeks away from being as one
- It is too cold to fart
- Writing in glasses, you feel fake and afraid
- Once a month, he felt a Carver surge, but rarely recorded it on paper
- When high tide cannot smooth over the frosted footprints in the sand, we can say it’s cold
- Be the most deadpan writer alive!!!
- The crease on a nose from a smile could solve world peace
- Every 72 hours you must be angry
- Finger nail as screwdriver
- Postage stamp as bookmark becomes part of the plot
- Write thoughts down assuming that you will recall why you loved them yet so often stare at them like clothes you bought but never wore
- A banana eaten fifteen minutes before it went bad
- Such is her relief to be asleep that the end of each snore there sings a tiny whistle
- If you turn left leaving home your day is marginally better
- A half-bunged up nose kept horizontal will unbung in 45 minutes
- When we are still and things are moving our mind is most active. When we are still and things are still our mind is least active. When we are moving and things are moving our mind is over active
- You have a phantom brain in your right knee
- If your dreams are difficult wear a seatbelt to bed, buckle up your lifejacket and crash helmet, then read the highway code
- Very young people and old people are know how the world works. Everyone in between struggles
- She didn’t watch the world go by, she made the world go by
- Despair weighs more than love, so much so, it sinks in stone
- Success gives you a certain fear in the way fear gives you a certain success
- Baa baa black sheep stuck in her head and affected the rhythm and intonation of everything she said
- Polar bear and killer whale are the biological parents of the panda
- At 2, she knew she’d become an Olympic Archer. The way she speared her peas said as much
- Go round underlining things/words that aren’t there
- The man who stood still while the earth spun
- Sleeping is a good use of time. Breathing is a great use of time. Living is a divine use of time
- It was a night when all the stars got stuck in a jam on their way home
- 1000 walkers all leave solitary start points and meet in the centre to eat. Then they return to their start points and shit
- The Inuit Crematorium was often closed for repairs
- You can tell a man’s intelligence from the small of his neck
- Grow vegetables like bagels with holes in the middle
- Our nostrils are never more than 100 yards from a sweet scent
- Our breaths are numbered – only so long to live in this slow-motion emergency
- Paris, Texas is an album to be buried to, but not cremated to
- Hundreds of awful opening lines – this is a book of failure
- He/she who draws knows and feels more about writing than those who write
- How far can a comma be away before it becomes a pencil scuff of isolation
- High tempo work prevents minor illnesses from getting jobs
- The more bevelled the pencil lead becomes the more defined the words
- The comfort derived from uncertainty
- Her eyesight drowned, she became blind through the tears of crying
- Puny Hero – the boat’s name
- She looked so sad in all her money
- Women are weather, men are land
- Everything was in a state of half-doneness, stories unpublished, songs & symphonies unfinished, floors part-swept,
drinks half-full, ideas half-baked
266.100 steps with hands clasped behind back
100 steps with hands clasped in front
100 steps of walking while writing
100 steps with hands in pockets
100 steps with hands on head
100 steps with arms folded - Every 26th step, a hop. Every 52nd step, a jump. Every 78th step, a whistle
- Stop creating cancer in your body
- Start everything you say with YES!
- She never removed her make-up. Each day she applied a new layer. She wore 7 years of paint which on hot days, would bubble
- The feeling is déjà vu without time bullying its way in
- Weighty ideas written down with bookmakers William Hill biro on a napkin V a precious fountain pen and parchment to
record a shopping list - Where we learn to swim governs our personality
- Futoirs over memoirs
- His spite was such that he urinated on his neighbour’s post after eating asparagus
- Why are so many artists called Richard: Serra, Long, Wentworth, Dadd, Brautigan, Prince, Deacon, Wilson, Diebenkorn, Demarco
- Why are so many authors called Margaret: Atwood, Drabble, Truman, George, Laurence, E Johnson
- Why are so many writers called John: Updike, Fowles, LeCarre, Irving, Fante, Hawkes, Berger, Pilger
- A black and white dog and a black and white cat on either side of the road
- Never hem in a thought until a new one has begun. This is a violation of conceptual rights
- Wield & yield. Awake & aware. Look’n’mean-a-likes
- A listening stammer. A feeling stammer. A smelling stammer. A sexual stammer. An honesty stammer. An ambition stammer
- Out on a pier, that suspension of drowning
- Shadow cast in the colour of the sun
- By throwing the lifebelt and its holster off the bridge, he prevented someone’s life from being saved and killed 2 passengers
on a tourist boat passing beneath the bridge - Faroes tan – the colour for the C22nd
- Identical twins of the opposite sex and star sign
- She ate her apple like a hard-boiled egg, discarding the first bite of skin
- Watching two violent people fall in love over the period of 1 minute
- She spoke rarely in the day until you met then let go at 5 times the speed a man can listen
- As we age we are prone to winking our left eye in acknowledgement
- Only when he sat on a wall did he realise the weight of his ankles
- If there is ever a doubt, you can always tell the true sex of a human being by their laugh
- Danger: never be under the influence of an idea, however good it may seem
- Yes, to an uncertain extent, Yes
- Ask questions honestly or not at all
- Logic writes itself, stupidity needs a hand
- Walk towards infinity
- Knowing when to stop is innate, you’re born with it
- Their Western and Eastern ethnicities met halfway on a catwalk in Syria
- She created a field of paradox, she had to move and stay moving. This is why she showered and not bathed. And always
slept in a hammock between 2 trees weak enough to sway with her breath but strong enough to just keep her bum off the floor - Still pencil and moving paper
- She hid from ideas as they began to depress her with gigantic expectation – she would carry them to the canal and drown
them in a sack - One day, over coffee, on a bench, she worked out the maths. On a bike you get knocked off and die, but the more you cycle
the better you cycle, but the more time you spend on the road, the greater the possibility of death, so she thought and expected to die all the time. This made her happy - ‘Momentum’ is what being good at anything is really about, from sex to knitting to sleep
- The fall-out of forgotten thinking still idles at 83% in overheat mode. This book is nothing more than a mild coolant
- Funeral soundtracks given out on death to widows, lovers, pals and pets
- Laughter through the nose, the squeak-elch, is funnier than a fart
- If you don’t set out to pay the rent and make money, you will
- If you don’t set out to pay the rent and make money, you will one day not have to
- Noses are funnier than eyes, mouths & ears combined
- Love can’t buy you money
- The betterment of life is overrated. It is the greatest red herring imaginable
- She became obsessed with being last...last one away at the lights, last one in the queue, last one to come during sex, last one to cry at a funeral, she’d not get out of the bath until the last drop of water sank down the plug hole, she never left a crumb of food or a droplet of drink, she’d give homeless people her last coin each day, and before she shut her eyes each night she’d pray to George Bernard Shaw’s shroud above her bed and say: “Today George, I am thoroughly used up.”
Peter Kirby is an artist and writer living at the end of a dirt track in Cornwall, England, with his wife and daughters. His work has appeared in galleries, books, journals, biennales, newspapers, museums, festivals and streets around the world, including The Guardian, Design Museum, LACE, Material Press, the secure vault of US Postal Service and Customs, Tate St Ives in collaboration with Richard Long and the first 2 London Architectural Biennales. His current work ranges from a traveling art school for wayward kids, to an ongoing process-led project that may well see the light of day when he’s long gone.