Grove, Orchids, Boutonnieres, ag-091123A_8
Author: dig
AG2026_1155927a is of the ordinary
and lose himself in the mechanics of the ordinary (CK)
to split open the dreary world to expose an enchanted one. (TM)
032026
(The essay on modesty) (in application for) (bodily autonomy)
(She lost that case) (on (wide is the gate)) (rhetorically memorable)
(Arbiter rise)(Attracted to) (the most minor) (advantages) (adopting gendered props)
(Assaying willingness) (I notice a certain scarlet letter)(Dream of a house) (it can’t be mine) (vast roominess)
(Dream of a beach) (but it’s a beach with a problem)
(In the smug of your (natural woman)) (I have had (a stain) (a conceit))
(Despite appearances (allegedly))
(A medical person) (declares the injury a non-emergency)(The essay on modesty), Krystal Languell
The fell of dark
Yves Winter, What Is an Imaginary?, Critical Inquiry.
… feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night!
AG2025_1167305a where we find ourselves again
The Paris Commune was established 155 years ago, on March 18th, 1871. (Verso)
Propiedad Privada, Reynaldo Rivera.
Where there is no “we”
we are
[…]
lost in the vague geography of words
where we find ourselves again
Translation, Fatemeh Shams, Translated ?from the Persian by Armen Davoudian
Institutional Psychotherapy: Legacy and Constellations of Francesc Tosquelles
Unearthing Tosquelles: The Research that Brought up a Figure Semi Buried in History With Tosquelles exhibition co-curators Joana Masó & Carles Guerra
May 2, 2024.
Francesc Tosquelles: Avant-Garde Psychiatry and the Birth of Art Brut
April 12, 2024–August 18, 2024
American Folk Art Museum
AG2026_1550009a, Then (if we’re lucky)
And isn’t everything risk?
The beloved lives
Then dies,
Then (if we’re lucky)
Rises again
Into a poem or song
Or into the world
In some other form
Impossible to predict.
Simplest story, oldest tale:
Sparrows sing it
From every hedge;
And swallows, also,
From their nests on the ledge.
[And isn’t everything risk?], Gregory Orr
AG2021_2030159 is boundless
“I was always under the impression that love is boundless. That true love makes a mockery of the distinctions that separate people. That love, if it is indeed love, abolishes the boundaries that police the self.”
Paul Chan on Love Is Blind (4Colmns)