RISD Library Special Collections: Ruth Laxson Artist Book Archive

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Ruth Laxson is an Atlanta-based artist. Her artists' books use a variety of techniques such as letterpress, etching, offset, collage and drawing.





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Some souls who have left this world: My walking road. Bit of time. Pebbles. Deep desire in the afternoon. Babbling brook. (a day without cars)

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No breaths, no know(ing) no no, no yes no sighs not sighing not laughing - Beyond beyonder not touching not. He said: The struggle for supremacy over the nipple will never be won - we need better pacifiers. She said: But xxxxxxxxx the dream of total tech-no-logical conrol over reality has progessively removed us from things as they are. He: but you can't just eat weeds forever. She: But weeds are logical. [(stikethrough) more logical than us] They're not greedy and don't waste time on man control. Did you hear a car drive up? Oh, xx walking to the train today of no consequence. One bird, one dog, one breeze, 3 fumes. Everything is relative. He: Youre just weaving words like a spider dissolving himself in the construction of his web. Words, phonemes [(strikethrough) noumes] as original as do do. Words are everyone's property like cash. Just because you don't drive a car... She: What's so outstanding about not driving a car? 2/3 of the earth's people don't drive a car, so why am I so odd. A [(picture) car] plus a [] plus a fossil plus a road leads you to needless, fuelless, earthless mess. Next day stopped at a busy intersection ---> He: none of us lives on enough land to be alone anymore - to walk, wander, dream... so my car represents a great system of being alone. A green jitney angled sharply in front of him. He yells: You son of a bitch and shoots 3 birds - Get over you creep Honk honk, Screech! Opens door, shakes fist and yells, You SOB you NFA, spare you the details. For the follwing three moents his prison [(strikethrough) jail] cell was [(strikethrough) represented] another great system of being alone. There was a knock at the gate. You're getting off, a voice said. My manhood has been hoodwinked, he said. Where's my womb. How can I go forth in to the world so naked? No membrane, no vessel. I need my moto: my weapons. I've been working on my trajectory, trying to come in closer.. You're getting off, the voice said again. He: But you don't understand. I can't walk. My feet are nubs and my ass is sore and I'm naked. He pushes some buttons and some servants appear. My only sexuality is fear. I don't want to exist. Iyell aloud some meaningless drabble. Now I feel [] like someone's helping me. I can cuddle. I dream. Go away from me. This is my space. All you vile and angry studes, masters who bang your mistresses and [] the schools. Burning those little brains with the idea that real love can be expressed without a degree of madness. You lack of spontaniety is a sign of your exhaustion. I am nothing. I have no wheels, no name. Does the blessed virgin know me?

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The next day: (just in from the field) SHE said: We came upon these isolated organisms... not cornered by a microsope, not laboratoried, but alienated. Some parts jumped gears fear ss slipped to the middle, desire moved to the top - guilt hid in a corner. He: I'm being the sum of my parts... She: There is no being beyond doing! So do do... do ... be do! He: But it's not so simple. Nietzsche and Quantum physics say nothing in the world has intrinsic value of its own. She: Face it. Interaction is the only reality. Your photon essence is filtered through its inter relations with, and difference from, everything else. You're only part of the matrix... like a very magnificent blade of grass!

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it's..... a TUBE it's..... A STOre It sells itsellzitsellzitsellzitsellzit it's A hAbbIT

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