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  • atmosphere-generating juxtaposition

    Beatriz Monteavaro, Tonight, We Can Be As One Tonight.

    Under the Bridge.
    12425 NE 13th Ave, North Miami, 33161.

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    The kinds of proximity that matter here are made by practices of attention not defined by dissensus or agonism but technically, by atmosphere-generating juxtaposition. This proximity dilutes what we called structural by shifting the force of the normative infrastructures from the state and commodity capitalism into the ordinary that also includes local plural intimacies and the associations that make life sticky and interesting.

    Berlant

  • AG2026_1222184a or seduced her wits and left her to wander

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    Some say thronging cavalry, some say foot soldiers,
    others call a fleet the most beautiful of
    sights the dark earth offers, but I say it’s what-
    ever you love best.
    And it’s easy to make this understood by
    everyone, for she who surpassed all human
    kind in beauty, Helen, abandoning her
    husband—that best of
    men—went sailing off to the shores of Troy and
    never spent a thought on her child or loving
    parents: when the goddess seduced her wits and
    left her to wander,
    she forgot them all, she could not remember
    anything but longing, and lightly straying
    aside, lost her way. But that reminds me
    now: Anactória,
    she’s not here, and I’d rather see her lovely
    step, her sparkling glance and her face than gaze on
    all the troops in Lydia in their chariots and
    glittering armor.


    The Anactoria Poem, Sappho. Translated By Jim Powell

  • 011222165~2 or cuffed primly

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    She laughed and leaned back in her chair. Crossed her legs at the ankles. Her trim dark jeans were cuffed primly back over brown wool socks. She had on half boots, all scuffed worn leather. Her jean jacket had a shearling fringe, mottled white and green.

    Colonial Conditions, Brandon Taylor (The Yale Review)

    The Aesthetics of Resistance. Peter Weiss. “The three volumes of the novel were originally published in 1975, 1978 and 1981. English translations of the three volumes have been published by Duke University Press, in 2005, 2020 and 2025.”

    The Aesthetics of Resistance, Volume I
    Translator: Joachim Neugroschl
    Foreward: A Monument to Radical Instants / Fredric Jameson

  • in the back patio /of his mind

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    He lies if they ask him
    how he does it.

    To leap on top
    or to the side.

    To dodge the ceaseless
    lottery.

    Imperceptible,
    in the back patio
    of his mind    ,
    a plant opens,
    a succulent
    of accomplishment    .

    I., Luis Muñoz. Translated from the Spanish by Idra Novey & Garth Greenwell

  • freedom of the reader

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    JH Prynne, born June 24 1936, died April 22 2026 (The Telegraph Obituaries)(also, in The Telegraph).

    “One reason why he was so resistant to reading in public was his concern that audiences “believe so readily that some special insight has been communicated to them because the poet’s voice is authentic and true and inward, and so the whole mystery of the poem is presented to the ear of the audience. This belief is completely false, in my impression totally misguided, misleading, untrue and false.” He considered the memory of a poet’s voice to be “a really serious obstacle, and I detest to present obstacles to the freedom of the reader.””

    Paris Review. Prynne Bibliography.

    Walker Art Center, Collections.

  • never let the charm be broken

    Haiti Inter sur Johnny Nicholas (Jean Marcel Nicholas). The Search for Johnny Nicholas, Hugh Wray McCann, David C. Smith, David L. Matthews (1982/2011).

    Yesterday we walked apart, 
    Separate and cold and mortal. 
    Now the mystic kiss has joined us, 
    Now we stand inside the portal

    That permits of no returning,
    And my heart is strangely burning. 

    I know not what the word may be, 
    Or what the charm, or what the token, 
    That has filled us with this glory. 
    But never let the charm be broken. 

    Let it stay a mystery
    For all time to be. 

    Yesterday, with lighter joys,
    We wantoned at the outer portal. 
    Now, with love’s old alchemy, 
    We have made ourselves immortal.

    Sudden Friendship, Elsa Gidlow

  • you and you and a third

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    From no nowhere not near the sea
    on blue field flax
    the cemetery's absolutely solitary
    you and you and a third

    of a pound of bread
    for supper in the refectory
    where I would die of hunger
    if you--if soon--if on this unday--one

    undoing would be undone

    Unday, Fanny Howe

  • 041926

    Crime 101, Bart Layton. Based on novella by Don Winslow. Music by Blanck Mass.

    NomaRhythm Textile. Filmed and Directed by Rinko Kawauchi

    The long love that in my thought doth harbour 
    And in mine heart doth keep his residence, 
    Into my face presseth with bold pretence 
    And therein campeth spreading his bannèr. 
    She that me learns to love and suffèr 
    And wills that my trust, and lust’s negligence 
    Be reined by reason, shame, and reverence, 
    With his hardiness takes displeasùre. 
    Wherewithall unto the heart’s forest he fleèth, 
    Leaving his enterprise with pain and cry, 
    And there him hideth, and not appearèth. 
    What may I do when my master fearèth? 
    But in the field with him to live and die 
    For good is the life, ending faithfully.

    [The long love that in my thought doth harbour], Thomas Wyatt