perhaps, in all likelihood … small, necessary (iv)
Category: studio
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there can be only circles
When the planet is galloping through space and you gallop after it through light and dark with your time-drunk brain, nothing can end. There could be no end, there can be only circles. (Samantha Harvey)
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AG2025_1156335a as an evident condition of
In terms of the development of “democracy,” it is difficult to overestimate the enormous gain Western governments managed to consolidate when they successfully advanced democracy as the opposing counterweight to communism. They had actually gained control of the entire word for themselves, leaving nary a trace of its former emancipatory resonance. Indeed, democracy had become a class ideology justifying systems that allowed a very small number of people to govern—and to govern without the people, so to speak; systems that seem to exclude any other possibility than the infinite reproduction of their own functioning. To be able to call an unchecked and deregulated free market economy, a ruthless, no-holds-barred opposition to communism, a right to intervene, militarily and otherwise, in countless sovereign nations and their internal affairs—to succeed in calling all this democracy was an incredible feat. To successfully present the market as an evident condition of democracy and to have democracy viewed as inexorably calling forth the market, is an astounding accomplishment. (Kristin Ross)
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A trope is
A trope is nothing other than falling
in love with repetition! Buy
your girlfriend flowers that are
metaphorical—in the sense that stars
are always metaphorical [un-
purchaseable; henceforth! anti-
capitalist [?].] Look at yourself,
you’re 265 years old and still
breaking hearts, tenderly,
slowly, all those good ways—with words,
words, those secret mirrors.Five Words for William Blake on His 265th Birthday (after Jack Spicer), S. Yarberry
Also, Tyger Quarterly, Issue 11: Fall 2024.
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AG2025_1155545a or a soldierly fixity of mind
Flattery, deference, smiles, ringing laughter, affectionate greetings were the order of the day.
the quality of their unjudging listening, granted tacit forgiveness,
a soldierly fixity of mind
a series of spastic clumsy gymnastic movements that were somehow accusatory,
He came out of nothingness, took form, was loved, was always bound to return to nothingness.
(GS)
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its smallness
poemas de sal y tierra opening soon.
It’s just depravity that they try to make glorious, natural. But it ain’t.
The beauty of what we do is its secrecy, its smallness.
– TM
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AG2023_1078355a helpful to me, real helpful
I see him still. He’s helpful to me, real helpful. Tells me things I need to know.
Her mind traveled crooked streets and aimless goat paths, arriving sometimes at profundity, other times at the revelations of a three-year-old.
That skill allowed her more freedom hour by hour and day by day than any other work a woman of no means whatsoever and no inclination to make love for money could choose.
(TM)
