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Mail from Peter Oertwig 1984

ILLEGAL MAIL ART (a poetical essay) by Valery Oisteanu

Growing up behind the iron curtain makes even the most elementary letter a tool of subversion. Correspondence with Westerners is tightly censored and controlled. The letters have a lengthy two week delay to allow snooping KGB gents to x-ray, xerox and translate all mail. The only way to communicate with the outside world of freedom is to code everything. The art of metaphorizing, coding and visual images became a tool of a new form of communication. Thus mail-art became an instrument of freedom, and the perfection of dadaist metaphors and the sophistication of conceptual messages. The mail artist will try the impossible by taking the letter to the heights of subversive art. One of my first creations was collective poems or "exquisite corpse" (from the surrealist tradition) through a collaboration of 40 artists from the Eastern European countries. Several letters reached West Berlin and there they were reassembled line by line by my late friend, photographer Martin Roth, and Andre Eyestone who came to the rescue in the late 1960's to Bucharest, Romania. After years of planning and three unsuccessful attempts, I finally escaped to Rome, thanks to mail art. During the late 1960's mail art contained illegal visa rubber stamps, false official stamps, and even fake passports page by page.

When I reached New York in the early 1970's and met Ray Johnson at a "Paloma Picasso-fan club" meeting, only then did mail art regain its innocence. Ray introduced me to a vast network of ex- New York correspondance school members. In a very short time the underground organization PASS-Poets and Artists Surreal Society, flourished into an international membership club, that established the new link between the mail artists from Russia and Eastern Europe, and the exotic regions of India, Japan, Australia, and New Zealand. (Ed. note: On April 5, 1972 Ray sent a letter announcing the death of NYCS to the New York Times.)

Although Ray Johnson proclaimed NYCS dead, by burning huge trashbags of mail art, in Locust Valley, the art and the desire were very much alive. Personally, only in the past ten years, I participated in over 100 mail art shows from the first New York postcard show at NYU, to the rebellious shows in front of MOMA, to the mail art mask show at New Zealand University; from the Last Correspondence Show at CSU in Sacramento to the National Cremation of Mail Art at the University of Wisconsin. But the most outstanding events were still the ones organized by the granddada daddy of collective insanity, Rayjo. His events dated from 1955--in 1955 he had already 200 people on his mailing list--included Bhudda University meetings, Nothing Events, Decca Dance, and culminated with the Mail Art Show at the Whitney Museum of Art. Currently a big retrospective of this genius is being organized at Nassau County Museum.

I was very fortunate to curate some of the memorials dedicated to Art and Artists gathered around Ray Johnson. For example the "Grandma Moses's of the Underground" at the Buecker and Harpsichords in Soho and several "Ray Johnson-fan club" international mail art shows. All of them were a pretext for a reunion of the Legends of the Avant Garde headed by octogenarians, dadaists, and surrealists like May Wilson, Lil Picard, Sari Dienes, and Charles Henri Ford, Ed Plunkett, Ray Johnson and Cavellini. Beside its historic and aesthetic value mail art proves also to be revolutionary. The illegal connection with Romania, Yugoslavia, Hungary and Poland continues until today. Unfortunately we must use private and unofficial messengers and sometimes even diplomatic briefcases or black market "mules" to smuggle correspondence art, antique books and underground writings. For example, the show on Dadaism and Surrealism from Romania, presented in 1980 at Franklin Furnace, featured over 100 artifacts and books smuggled out of Romania over a 12 year period simply because the government banned these books and was holding them under lock and key. With the help of courageous mail artists: "1906-manifestos" written by Tristan Tzara arrived in this country. Valuable drawings by Marcel Janco, Brancusi, and Victor Brauner were shown for the first time ever thanks to anonymous heroes. Thus mail art becomes a force of defiance, resistance, and experimentation. The most common technique to cover the trail of a secret mail art message is re-mailing it using Ed Plunkett's slogan, "please zen to." The receiver just adds his or her contribution the message, rubber stamping it, collaging it, and finally re-posting it to the next mail connection.

Another form of testing the freedom of mail is creating unconventional mail objects: AM Fine sends a smashed soda can with a postage stamp attached to it; a Dutch artist sent fake drugs (white powder in a plastic envelope) to his parents; an American rubber stamp reads "report obscene mail to your postmaster"; a Japanese artists uses self made post stamps...all of which defied sanctimonious institutions.

The hardest hit are the art agents, dealers, and the galleries, simply because mail art evades taxation, percentages, resales, appraisals, and other forms of artist exploitation. Correspondence art is still the freest form of exchange of ideas and collaboration, the most liberal and democratic art trading from artist to artist. Every mail artist is also a lucky and rich collector. And all thanks to Ray Johnson to whom I dedicate this poem manifesto.


SEND NO ORDINARY LETTERS

Only for Ray Jo
Send snakes of paper combs and hats
Send May Wilson on glitter stilts
Zen Joseph Cornell--collage-- rubbage
And make art silhouette and Moticos
Correspon-dance of disorganized scraps
We are the united nations of trans Avant Garde
Above all galleries and museums
Just shadows pen pals epistolary intercourse
A confidence of probability to feed Babar
Only for Ray Jo, we sing cha-cha ump, ump pa pa, Duchamp
Duchamp is a dump, but Ray is no dead
Just absent, he is asparagus, spaghetti, blue eyes club
He is a ghost of Kool-Mail-Art
He serenades on his omelet harp
Ruth Ford, Paloma Picasso, Shelly Duvall, and Yoko Ono
He paints Gertrude Stein with asbestos lunch
And performs nothing-happen- ings with pink matches
He drinks pink tea with Kafka
Till it evaporates random like poetry.

Other writings from Flue, Volume 4 Issue 3, published by Franklin Furnace, catalogue for "Mail Art Then and Now" Ronny Cohen Curator:

On Mail Art: Doo-da postage Works by E.F. Higgins III

N-tity by Carlo Pittore