
Le secret du maître est de savoir reconnaître la distance entre la matière enseignée et le sujet à instruire, la distance aussi entre apprendre et comprendre. (Ranciere)
What Have You Done?, Naomi Shelton, 2008.

Le secret du maître est de savoir reconnaître la distance entre la matière enseignée et le sujet à instruire, la distance aussi entre apprendre et comprendre. (Ranciere)
What Have You Done?, Naomi Shelton, 2008.
Aaron Neville, How Could I Help But Love You. Written Naomi Neville. 1967.
When you hold me close
Honey, you’re the most
Baby, you set my soul on fire
Ever since I met you
Honey, I had to get you
You have been my one desire
How could I help but love you
With a love so true
You send cold chills down my spine
If we would ever part
It wouldn’t be your fault
Yeah, it would be all mine
If you would ever leave me
Honey, it sure would grieve me
Baby, it would break my heart
But I won’t let that worry me
This love will always be
It was meant right from the start
…
Gabriels, One and Only. 2023.
True, maybe
You’ve done your share of wrong
And left some angels with a broken heart
Come what may, I’m standing with you
…
via The Gentlemen.

Look at where we are, Hot Chip (Major Lazer Remix).
In for the Kill, La Roux.
I’m going in for the kill
I’m doing it for a thrill
Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand
And not let go of my hand
El Michels Affair – Shimmy Shimmy Ya. Enter The 37th Chamber, 2009.
—after Frank O’Hara
You have been smiling across the table at your date
with a sesame seed stuck in your teeth.
You will gain sophistication, become accepted by Reader’s
Digest, and retire in Puyallup.
In your next life you will be a teacher
and no one will ever call you by your first name.
After your next vacation you will come home
and discover that your neighbors have redecorated
in the style of Iowa trailer court.
If you feel like you’re getting old,
secretly plant zucchini in your neighbor’s flowerbeds.
Avoid people who iron their sheets
or roll their socks & underwear.
Painting and poetry and music will show us where we should
be going, not the senate or tv news.
The next thermos bottle you see will actually
be a listening device made in Korea.
All the people in this restaurant
are glad that they are not you.
New Lines for Fortune Cookies, James Masao Mitsui

El día de mi suerte – Héctor Lavoe, Orquesta de Willie Colón
Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat and boots,
And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good,
The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.
I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth,
I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself,
(They do not know how immortal, but I know.)
Every kind for itself and its own, for me mine male and female,
For me those that have been boys and that love women,
For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted,
For me the sweet-heart and the old maid, for me mothers and the mothers of mothers,
For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears,
For me children and the begetters of children.
Undrape! you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded,
I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no,
And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.
Song of Myself, 7 , Walt Whitman
via Narcos (Netflix).
Rilke : “Death is our friend precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love” via Popova.
Jason Hirata and Park McArthur, Lot C. 11 July?–?8 November 2026.
Incurva, curated by Saim Demircan. There is a checklist and floorplan.
Isabella Marie Garcia on Bakehouse and Wynwood Norte (Prism)
Spain, 2026 World Cup champion.
The Thicket. 2024. Original Motion Picture Soundtrack, Ray Suen.
Jack & Lula, 4:42
Franz Schubert, Fantasie in F Minor, D. 940, 5:40 (Ray Suen · Thomas Nickell, Piano)
I will get me to the wood
Where the gods walk garlanded in wisteria,
By the silver-blue flood move others with ivory cars.
There come forth many maidens
to gather grapes for the leopards, my friend.
For there are leopards drawing the cars.
I will walk in the glade,
I will come out of the new thicket
and accost the procession of maidens.
After Ch’u Yuan, Ezra Pound
TRACKS-ARTE on politics and criticality in the recent Puerto Rican music.
there needs to be a map of how this land really is, of how it has always been, of what lies beneath whatever order or disorder others might impose upon it. There must be a way to create such a document.
To map is to assume power. We can redraw the very land we walk upon, record it how it is, how it was, how it will be. We will not use their names, their estate lines, their plantation boundaries, their barracks: these shall be erased. The very essence of the land, the soil is exactly—”
Land, Maggie O’Farrell