The only cure for madness
is the innocence of facts.
- Jacques Riviere in a letter to Antonin Artaud
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To Die No More
To Die No More is an artist's book about the marvelous embroideries of death taken from many sources both known and long forgotten.
170 fragments - from Aries to Wittgenstein - collected and edited by Herbert Pfostl and Kristofor Minta with splinters by Kristofor Minta, ruins, appropriated by James Walsh, and small paintings of shipwrecks, animals, and ashes by Herbert Pfostl.
Made with great care and sober like a good dream.
Dedicated to the deeply dead and the truly living.
2oo pages text - 25 color images
$25.00
Published by Blind Pony Books
Distributed by D.A.P. worldwide.
170 fragments - from Aries to Wittgenstein - collected and edited by Herbert Pfostl and Kristofor Minta with splinters by Kristofor Minta, ruins, appropriated by James Walsh, and small paintings of shipwrecks, animals, and ashes by Herbert Pfostl.
Made with great care and sober like a good dream.
Dedicated to the deeply dead and the truly living.
2oo pages text - 25 color images
$25.00
Published by Blind Pony Books
Distributed by D.A.P. worldwide.
contact: blindponybooks@gmail.com
pony credo
An idea of books from a yearning
to counter the all-polluting imagery-machines
with parables of plants and animals
and old stories
of black robbers and white stags.
Fragments on death like mirrors
from a black sleep
in the forests of fairy tales.
All stories from the dust of the dead
in fragments and footnotes
like melodies of heartbreak
and north and night and exploration–breakdowns.
About saints with no promise of heaven
and lost sailors forgotten
and the terribly lonely bears.
The unknown, the ugly – and the odd.
Collected grand mistakes,
noble errors from many sources.
Sinking signals - conscious or not – sonatas and last letters
and great insults.
The impossible tears in landscapes
of ocean or stranded whales.
A going far back to coals
and cruelties and sobbing
like songs in whiskey and blood.
Of soldiers’ last letters and all seven seas.
With pirates and wars and prayers
in holes in the ground.
Of fallen women and orphaned children
and drowned slaves and burned saints.
To make songs from doubt
and books to live by.