You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
ways of being inactive: rest, … and leisure (Aristotle)
Leisure was the form of inactivity appropriate to so-called free or active men, who were capable either of projecting the ends of their activity far ahead, or of acting solely for the pleasure of asserting their capacity for action.
a form of society where the generic activity of human beings – labour – has become an end in itself, rather than a mere means of survival (Marx, 1844 Manuscripts)
via JC
Your eyes are just
like bees, and I
feel like a flower.
Their brown power makes
a breeze go over
my skin. When your
lashes ride down and
rise like brown bees’
legs, your pronged gaze
makes my eyes gauze.
I wish we were
in some shade and
no swarm of other
eyes to know that
I’m a flower breathing
bare, laid open to
your bees’ warm stare.
I’d let you wade
in me and seize
with your eager brown
bees’ power a sweet
glistening at my core.
The reopening of the Studio Museum in Harlem. Holland Cotter, NYTimes.
Histoire du 2, place du Palais-Royal, Paris. Thanks Paola Sisterna Marques for the tour.
GUIDE-DE-VISITE_FR_FONDATION_CARTIER.pdf
THE DEEP STATE: ART, CULTURE & FLORIDA — Published by Cultural Counsel
Graceful landscaping kept the house just under a surfeit of beauty.
Every corner was a possibility
Anarchic, wandering
(TM)
Work about time is primarily marked by selection of the day as its unit. It is certainly not peculiar to Vertov. Alberto Cavalcanti with Nothing but the Hours, and Walter Ruttmann with Berlin: Symphony of a Metropolis, also employed it. But nor does this structure characterize the documentary form in contrast to fiction. James Joyce in Ulysses and Virginia Woolf in Mrs Dalloway made types of modern fiction with it. This is because the day is not so much a stretch of time as a paradigm of temporality. The story of a day illustrates the revolution that Woolf proclaimed in her essay ‘Modern Fiction’. In it, she denounced the tyranny of causal emplotment, and asserted, against the Aristotelian tradition, that the truth of experience resided in the shower of atoms, the succession of sensible micro-events that happen one after another, but above all alongside one another, in the absence of any hierarchy. The time of the day in the big city is a time of coexistence … (JC)
Days come and ages pass, and it is
ever he who moves my heart in many a
name, in many a guise, in many a
rapture of joy and sorrow.
The Full Transcript of Zohran Mamdani’s Victory Speech. (NYTimes)
“But let tonight be the final time I utter his name, as we turn the page on a politics that abandons the many and answers only to the few. New York, tonight you have delivered. A mandate for change. ??A mandate for a new kind of politics. A mandate for a city we can afford. And a mandate for a government that delivers exactly that.
[…]
Hope over big money and small ideas. Hope over despair. We won because New Yorkers allowed themselves to hope that the impossible could be made possible. And we won because we insisted that no longer would politics be something that is done to us. Now, it is something that we do.
Standing before you, I think of the words of Jawaharlal Nehru: “A moment comes, but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance.”
Tonight we have stepped out from the old into the new. So let us speak now, with clarity and conviction that cannot be misunderstood, about what this new age will deliver, and for whom.
This will be an age where New Yorkers expect from their leaders a bold vision of what we will achieve … “
“for nothing contributes so much to tranquillize the mind as a steady purpose” Mary Shelley
I hate how this unsummoned sigh-sound, sob-sound,
not sound really, feeling, sigh-feeling, sob-feeling,
keeps rising in me, rasping in me … (C. K. Williams)