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<\/a>An excerpt\u00a0from Mirtha Dermisache\u2019s\u00a0Libro No. 1 <\/em>(1972).<\/p><\/div>\n <\/p>\n No importa lo que pasa en la hoja de papel, lo importante es lo que pasa dentro nuestro.\u00a0<\/em>(\u201cIt\u2019s not important what happens on a sheet of paper, the important thing is what happens within us.\u201d) \u2014Mirtha Dermisache<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n Despots, from those who composed the efficiently murderous junta that ruled Argentina to the petty kakistocracy that runs\u00a0the United States today, curb the written word because they fear its expressive power. They haven\u2019t learned that what they should fear is not written language but, instead, the very impulse to write. It is more prevailing than literature, capable of surviving where art cannot.<\/p>\n The writings and artistic practice of Mirtha Dermisache are a testament to this. Her work, which she created while living under the junta in Argentina, is lasting\u00a0and subversive even though she barely penned a legible word. One could argue that writing is a state of being in conflict\u2014with oneself, with one\u2019s subject, with one\u2019s government, or with one\u2019s community. But the unconscious impulse to write comes before the word, and it does not always take the form of language. Everything that follows\u2014in how we traditionally conceive of writing\u2014is an attempt to capture that compulsion, to make approximate marks that convey our thoughts to others. This is what John Berger referred to when he wrote, \u201cThe boon of language is that potentially<\/em> it is complete, it has the potentiality of holding with words the totality of human experience.\u201d Prose, he came to believe, expressed something that was far from truth because it was too artificial and too trusting; it did not \u201cspeak to the immediate wound.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Mirtha Dermisache, Text, <\/em> 1974.<\/p><\/div>\n Dermisache\u2019s letter-ish scripts twist and curl, bleed into amorphous shapes, and run cleanly across lines like telephone wires. She scribbles, fills in horizontal lines running one above the other, or blocks out polygons and abstract hieroglyphs into tidy rows. She writes in black, blue, seeping shades of red. Yet for all the shapes and forms, we recognize her marks immediately as language. They compose a sort of ur-language, which may, on occasion, vaguely resemble the sleekly linear letters of Arabic or the regimented cursive of South Asian abugidas, but follow no grammar or syntax. They fall into a tradition of asemic writing\u2014writing without semantic content\u2014that dates to the Tang dynasty, perhaps originating with two Chinese calligraphers affectionately referred to as \u201cthe crazy Zhang and the drunk Su,\u201d who excelled at wild, illegible calligraphy. The movement was embraced in the avant-garde\u00a0by Henri Michaux and Robert Walser in the\u00a0twenties\u00a0and later, in the fifties, by artists such as Cy Twombly and Isidore Isou. At a recent exhibition of Dermisache\u2019s work, she was shown alongside her contemporaries Guy de Cointet and Gerd Leufert. In comparison, their works are more studied, as if they were composing semiotic tricks or compacting rather than expanding a thought. While avoiding language, they are nonetheless functions of it, in as much as their work hinges on expressing some linear idea. But if Dermisache wrote words, they were empty of meaning. She sought to free her lines from their tether to representation.<\/p>\n Sin t\u00edtulo (Texto)<\/em>, c. 1970.\u00a0<\/p><\/div>\n Nonetheless, Dermisache\u2019s works do rely on some received wisdom\u2014how could they not? She gave her writings simplistic titles, beginning in 1969 with Libro No. 1<\/em>, an illegible five-hundred-page tome, and numbered sequentially after that. In many of these books, she discards the identifiable characteristics of books themselves, empty colophons and covers left blank. The books shipped with inserts denoting the publisher\u2019s information, but those were marked with notes requesting that they be discarded. Her Diarios<\/em> are copies of the daily newspaper with information translated into nonsensical script. In 1972, Dermisache contributed to the exhibition\u00a0\u201cArt and Ideology at CAYC in the Open Air,\u201d organized outside el Centro de Arte y Comunicaci\u00f3n in Buenos Aires. The Diarios<\/em> were placed on public benches, like finished newspapers left behind. In an oft quoted letter, Roland Barthes wrote to Dermisache that her work suggested \u201cthe essence of writing.\u201d Dermisache turned language back into something resembling pure, unformed clay.<\/p>\n Diario No\u00ba 1 A\u00f1o 1, <\/em> 1972.<\/p><\/div>\n In 1971, Dermisache founded the pedagogical Workshop of Creative Actions as a means of inviting nonartists to create art. Out of that grew las Jornadas del Color y de la Forma<\/em>, the Days of Color and Form, in which the public was invited to participate in collective art making. At their heights, the workshops drew\u00a0fifteen thousand\u00a0participants, and\u00a0eighteen thousand to las Jornadas<\/em>. Rather than employing rhetoric to inspire resistance, she cultivated a community by attending to its desire for missing unity. This conception of participatory democracy was essential to Dermisache, who for years avoided exhibiting her work in galleries. As she said in an interview, she preferred to see her work printed<\/p>\n because it was the only space adequate for the graphics to be read \u2026 I was radically opposed to putting them on the walls like a painting. There are people who saw the books and told me to take out the pages and put them in frames on the wall. I said no, this is not an engraving. It is not a painting. It has to be inside a book, to be read.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Sin t\u00edtulo (Texto)<\/em>, c. 1970.\u00a0<\/p><\/div>\n In 2004, when Dermisache was in her sixties, Florent Fajole\u2014the curator of the recently closed Henrique Faria exhibition\u2014helped the Argentine writer assemble an editorial framework that would position her work when exhibited in galleries. On the day I visited, Henrique Faria turned out to be closed, but another writer and I were allowed to wander while the gallerist took inventory. Prints by de Cointet and Leufert were framed, but Dermisache\u2019s asemic writings were simply pinned to walls or laid across tables in the top floor of the brownstone. Guests were invited to sit, read, and rearrange them according to their own internal sense of their meaning. Three offset lithographic prints were stacked for the taking, which I now keep in a folder under my desk, taking them out from time to time. I\u2019ll flip them over or lay them out in various arrangements just to see what happens. Located somewhere between what we know as art and language, Dermisache\u2019s asemic writings are theurgic:\u00a0they are ritualistic marks meant to heal one\u2019s relationship to a universal presence. They take little interest in expressing the singular vision of the author and artist. They undermine the notion that the end state of an author is to be published, an artist to be framed. Through their structure, I recognize her writings as language but, unable to read them, I find myself at a loss for words.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2018Mine\u2019 doesn\u2019t mean anything,\u201d Edgardo Cozarinsky wrote in an early published note on the artist. \u201cIt only has value when the individual who takes it up expresses himself through it.\u201d<\/p>\n Sin t\u00edtulo (Libro)<\/em>, 1971.\u00a0<\/p><\/div>\n Dermisache died in 2012, and during her lifetime, she preferred anonymity. She rarely spoke about her political affiliations. In an interview in 2011, when she was asked how her work engaged with politics, she replied, \u201cThe only time I referred to the political situation in my country was in the journal.\u00a0The left column on the last page is an allusion to the Trelew dead.\u00a0This was in 1972. Apart from this massacre that did impact me, as it impacted many, I never wanted to give a political meaning to my work.\u00a0What I did and continue to do is to develop graphic ideas with respect to writing, which in the end, I think, have little to do with political events but with structures and forms of language.\u201d And yet, in another interview that same year, she acknowledged the potential for a political dimension to her work. It lay in the disjunction between its linguistic malleability and the rigid structure through which it was received. She said, \u201cFor me, the liberation of the sign takes place within culture and history and not on their margins. In this sense, my work is not behind the times at all. Graphically speaking, every time I start writing, I develop a formal idea that can be transformed into the idea of time.\u201d In our current environment, it is difficult to look at her work and not think about the impossibility of discourse, the primacy of self-expression, and the fallacy of a shared objective language, not to think of this art as both radically political and necessary today.<\/p>\n An old poet I know and admire is fond of saying that in the coming ruins\u2014and they will come for us, he insists\u2014when we find ourselves again huddled in caves by firelight, we won\u2019t be reading each other\u2019s novels; we\u2019ll be reciting each other\u2019s poetry. I\u2019ve always thought he\u2019s half right. We won\u2019t be reading novels, no, not for some time, but poetry won\u2019t be the first thing we restore. In the ruins, the words we once knew will fail us too, and we\u2019ll be left scrawling again along the walls in some noble attempt at inventing a new language to capture all that we\u2019ve seen.<\/p>\n Untitled, <\/em> 1970.\u00a0<\/p><\/div>\n <\/p>\n Will Fenstermaker is an editor at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and an associate art editor at <\/em>The Brooklyn Rail.<\/p>\n \u201cMirtha Dermisache: The Otherness of the Writings<\/a>,\u201d curated by Florent Fajole, was on display at Henrique Faria Fine Arts\u00a0in New York City from December 1, 2017,\u00a0through January 20, 2018.<\/em><\/p>\n Mirtha Dermisache: Selected Writings<\/a>,<\/em> copublished by Ugly Duckling Presse<\/a>\u00a0and\u00a0Siglio Press<\/a>, will be released\u00a0March 26, 2018.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" No importa lo que pasa en la hoja de papel, lo importante es lo que pasa dentro nuestro.\u00a0(\u201cIt\u2019s not important what happens on a sheet of paper, the important thing is what happens within us.\u201d) \u2014Mirtha Dermisache Despots, from those who composed the efficiently murderous junta that ruled Argentina to the petty kakistocracy […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1381,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2384],"tags":[362,32763,2777,32760,27316,32762,11462,32764,2283,11737],"class_list":["post-120940","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-look","tag-argentina","tag-asemic-writing","tag-cy-twombly","tag-gerd-leufert","tag-guy-de-cointet","tag-henri-michaux","tag-isidore-isou","tag-mirtha-dermisache","tag-robert-walser","tag-tang-dynasty"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n<\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a>