do we make work
about where and when we were
raised …
do we make work
about the road that crackles
with sirens or about Dad’s hydrangeas
which came up again that summer
violet clouds of bruises and pinker
than the Hubba Bubba we were popping
so loud,
Make/Do, Divya Victor
Toni Morrison :
Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.
exchanged that danger for the relative safety of brutal work
home is memory and companions and/or friends who share the memory.
The implication being that this is all there is.
love in its desperate state … poorly veiled by his business ventures.
Valerian took very good care of the greenhouse for it was a nice place to talk to his ghosts in peace while he transplanted, fed, air-layered, rooted, watered, dried and thinned his plants.
imagined the blackness she was sinking into.
It was the name that called forth the true him.
a prison spoon, sharp teeth, a rosary
and chicken feet, a compass rose, magnetic blood
TNT, equanimity, and a diamond file for a finger;
jeweler’s glass, rubber suit, passport stamp
kick in the ass, the right shoes, the North Star
a shiv and an ampule of musk; sulfuric acid,
wooden mask, litmus test, laughing gas, atom bomb
doctor’s note, hammer of Thor, a metaphor,
a stronger rope, a longer hope, a golden tongue
le mot juste, safer roost, divining rod
echolocation and a sleeve of magical staves.
But in order to exit, I first had to step over the body.
How to Get out of a 20-Year Hole, Kristina Andersson Bicher, via SWWIM Every Day.
Can you hear the familiar pitch
of olive harvest the old tune
of older farmers gathered
for processions yet to come
a voice of closeness
to the earth
A Thistle Will Do, Omar Berrada
It is a glance down into time, at realities you once knew, as staggeringly beautiful as the glance of your beloved
‘Now’ is a gift of the gods and an access onto reality.
… assimilate ‘now’ in such a way that it prolongs itself over the whole of life, and beyond.
Anne Carson
Veronica Vasicka Boiler Room x Dekmantel Festival 2016.
In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it
[…]
in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendour;
[…]
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn’s swift force––
attendre, esperar, wait.
“The work to be done, he told them, is a refusal of savagery.” (RK)
Flor do Real, Sessa.
tv off, Kendrick Lamar
Music To Roll Up To, classicnewwave
A man marooned
No longer looks for ships, imagines
Anything on the horizon.
Myself I Sing, George Oppen