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  • this is all there is

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    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.

  • hold, posit … here or In the deep soulful stillness

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    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––

    Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  • AG2019_1570670a or attend to the work

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    attendre, esperar, wait.

    “The work to be done, he told them, is a refusal of savagery.” (RK)

  • perhaps, in all likelihood … small, necessary

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    perhaps, in all likelihood … small, necessary

    The blackness I am after does not know where Africa is located but can point it out on a map.

    It is an interesting project this authenticating African thingy: that is, in order to create a wholeness, a thing unto itself, a purity–one must cross an ocean …

    This is a long way to either absurdity,typicality, desperation, or truth, yet even if it is truth,it may not be logical.

    Some notes on the Ocean …, Pope.L, 2005

    Pope.L Has Never Been More Urgent, Frieze 207, 2019.

  • Pleasure augers survival

    “Mementos of the Sun” by T. Eliott Mansa at LnS Gallery.

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    Pleasure augers survival. (RK)

  • AG2024_1134136a holds unknown

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    Flows and veils; garden syntactic arrangements of forms; they hold unknown, and therefore dangerous possibilities

    Richard Brody wrote an appreciation of David Lynch.

    “Many films are called revelatory and visionary, but Lynch’s films seem made to exemplify these terms. He sees what’s kept invisible and reveals what’s kept scrupulously hidden, and his visions shatter veneers of respectability to depict, in fantasy form, unbearable realities.”

    Also, Dennis Lim (2015),

    “Lynch’s mistrust of words means that his films often resist the expository function and realist tenor of dialogue, relying instead on intricate sound design to evoke what lies beyond language.”

  • viewsandtraces

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    Untitled (tilting views, marks and trace; 5th and Meridian), 2015
    Graphite, acrylic, enamel paint and xerography on paper. 71.5 x 48 inches.

    tilt : to move or shift so as to lean or incline

    Middle English tulten, tilten to fall over, cause to fall, from Old English *tyltan, *tieltan, akin to Old English tealt unstable, tealtian to totter

    “Tilt.” Merriam-Webster.com Dictionary, Merriam-Webster, https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/tilt. Accessed 23 Dec. 2024.

  • AG2024_1134126a or an unseen work within was plying

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    Blue Note. Donald Byrd’s 1973 live recording release in 2022.

    We take from life one little share,
    And say that this shall be
    A space, redeemed from toil and care,
    From tears and sadness free.

    And, haply, Death unstrings his bow,
    And Sorrow stands apart,
    And, for a little while, we know
    The sunshine of the heart    .

    Existence seems a summer eve,
    Warm, soft, and full of peace;
    Our free, unfettered feelings give
    The soul its full release    .

    A moment, then, it takes the power
    To call up thoughts that throw
    Around that charmed and hallowed hour,
    This life’s divinest glow.

    But Time, though viewlessly it flies,
    And slowly, will not stay;
    Alike, through clear and clouded skies,
    It cleaves its silent way.

    Alike the bitter cup of grief,
    Alike the draught of bliss,
    Its progress leaves but moment brief
    For baffled lips to kiss.

    The sparkling draught is dried away,
    The hour of rest is gone,
    And urgent voices, round us, say,
    “Ho, lingerer, hasten on!”

    And has the soul, then, only gained,
    From this brief time of ease,
    A moment’s rest, when overstrained,
    One hurried glimpse of peace?

    No; while the sun shone kindly o’er us,
    And flowers bloomed round our feet, —
    While many a bud of joy before us
    Unclosed its petals sweet, —

    An unseen work within was plying;
    Like honey-seeking bee,
    From flower to flower, unwearied, flying,
    Laboured one faculty, —

    Thoughtful for Winter’s future sorrow,
    Its gloom and scarcity;
    Prescient to-day of want to-morrow,
    Toiled quiet Memory.

    ’Tis she that from each transient pleasure
    Extracts a lasting good    ;
    ’Tis she that finds, in summer, treasure
    To serve for winter’s food.

    And when Youth’s summer day is vanished,
    And Age brings winter’s stress,
    Her stores, with hoarded sweets replenished,
    Life’s evening hours will bless.

    Winter Stores, Charlotte Brontë