Author: dig
AG2024_2100538a or landscape where we have held
Here is a place where nothing can die
Darkness that lives beneath the leaves
We bring our nights there without knowing
We bring our fear there before the singing begins
We bring our silent names there hoping we are forgiven
We bring our hands there scented of a river
We bring our prayers that hide and watch us
The landscape where we have held the loose feathers
Of a fallen bird
And awakened in the land of the unseen
Here is a place where nothing can die …
– Lance Henson
Collaborative performance by Amanda Linares + Legna Rodríguez Iglesias
Anarchic, wandering, true
It was the name that called forth the true him.
Anarchic, wandering
There were no photos of them, but they were there in the pictures of trees behind their houses, the fields where they worked, the river they fished, the church where they testified, the joints where they drank.
TM, Tar Baby
Ripple effect
The Ripple Effect: Benefit Dinner 2024 at LP.
Agustín Cárdenas
Support their artistic development and practice
…protect important black art, yes.
‘Great if you like Baron Samedi staring at you from every corner of the house.’
Academics lack range.
ZS
The Miami Individual Artists (MIA) Grants Program provides non-matching awards to individual artists of all disciplines in Miami-Dade County on a competitive basis to support their artistic development and practice.
Thank you for this grant. (FY24-25).
Lemonade slays
Place forms voice
as if it were a scene made-up by the mind,
that is not mine, but is a made place,that is mine, it is so near to the heart,
Robert Duncan, Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow
an eternal pasture folded in all thought
“The word “poet” derives from the ancient Greek ??????? (poietes) which translates simply enough as “a maker.” The word ???? (phren) can be translated as either “heart” or “mind.” The ancient Greeks thought the heart might be filled with the phantasms of all that we love, a kind of breath or pneuma, in Greek, that moves through the senses and embeds the image in the heart—a kind of pasture where we learn to think, learn to feel. We can imagine the poem as a fold in that eternal, internal pasture—a place that voice forms.”
Dan Beachy-Quick in Poetry.
Kendrick Lamar, wacced out murals