Guy Mannes-Abbott is a London-based writer and critic of things essential -sometimes in the form of e.things- whose work often performs in visual art contexts. Author of the highly-acclaimed In Ramallah, Running (London 2012), his text series appeared in e-flux journal’s Supercommunity project (Venice Biennale 2015/Verso 2017), and End-Note(s) (Rotterdam/Hong Kong 2015). Amongst recent publications, he contributed a chapter to The Gulf: High Culture, Hard Labor (New York 2015), and an essay on the work of Emily Jacir in Dissonant Archives (London 2015). A wall text ‘In witness times begins’ featured in Moderation(s) at Witte de With (Rotterdam 2013), his short story Buzz, buzz, buzzzz appeared in Drone Fiction (Dubai 2013) and he collaborated with Bombay based-studio CAMP on The Country of the Blind, and Other Stories (Folkestone Triennial 2011). Amongst his widely published cultural criticism (The Architectural Review, Independent, Guardian, New Statesman, Bidoun, Art Review, Third Text, Camera Austria, Ibraaz, Middle East Eye, etc.), nothing equals the happy honour of writing an introductory essay for Mourid Barghouti’s Midnight & Other Poems (Lancashire, 2008). He is widely travelled in body and mind, a speaker of tongues, once taught theory at the AA School of Architecture, remains a core member of the Gulf Labour Coalition, and campaigning ‘urbanforester’ (@leaftoleaf) -combining utopian ésprit and taste for the wilds of an urban commons. He lives with a Swedish architect/sailor and their two boys.
I’ve returned to this after my 2012-16 website was hacked, along with my server, etc. and the same régime deported me early in 2017. This seems unhackable and so I revert to packaging and mailing fruit in this way for a while … Please be in touch with the email below which has recovered; it is extremely good to hear from anyone I don’t (already) know … Or follow the twitter handle which is usually on the right of these pages @guymannesabbott
I started this blog when I archived my old
Then I got busy laying down a pathway to and from my [new] fruit store still near the Thames in Central London in the form of occasional notes; aromatic, juiced-up, sweet and sharply evocative memorials of future hopes. If I seem lost or confused, please email me at: guy [at] g-m-a [dot] net
p.s. The image in the header is a now adjusted screen-grab from Godard’s One Plus One, but then you knew that.