AG2021_2050443a or a creative vision of a world

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Monk meets Lautréamont on the night train to freedom. It is
one of many chance encounters that reveal a deep affinity be-
tween black life and culture and surrealism
. Neither man would
have identified himself as a surrealist, although Lautréamont,
along with another nineteenth-century French poet named
Arthur Rimbaud, are considered the spiritual fathers of surrealism
before the movement was declared after World War I. And yet
they embody the basic principles of surrealism, a living, mutable,
creative vision of a world where love, play, human dignity, an end
to poverty and want, and imagination are the pillars of freedom
.

Freedom Dreams, Robin Kelley

passed through a rent into another realm

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re.riddle-Guerrier11635.jpg, Courtesy of the artist and re.riddle. Photo by Lucas Saugen.

  • he makes the-crossroads-under-the-bluff-where-once-a-hailstorm-killed-a-cockerel read “Bluff’s Cross” and renders the-strand-where-the-yellow-periwinkles-gather-in-spring into “Yellowcove.” 
  • It is a necessary but unenviable part of his current task to distil into inked symbols and ordered lines what has taken place here
  • passed through a rent into another realm
  • It made her cry out in something like pleasure, to see the peninsula there upon the page, as it had been, to look down upon it, as if she were up in the air, a bird, or a heavenly angel, and it seemed to her a brand of sorcery, to be presented with this version of the place
Land, Maggie O’Farrell

sell them the world

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.

Good Bones, Maggie Smith


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terrible … keep this from my children … make it better

Daoist philosophy argues against meritocracy and for the conditions that would make us better. (aeon.co)

AG2026_1178283a or sentinels in an unknown dawn

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The present moment
is an explosion ,
a scission
of past and future

leaving
those valorous
disreputables ,
the ruins ,

sentinels
in an unknown dawn
strewn with prophecy .

Only the momentary
goggle of death
fixes the fugitive
momentum .

Time Bomb, Mina Loy

via Poetry and the Turning World: Technology, Sarah Howe and Sandeep Parmar–quite enjoyable listening!(LRB)

Also, A World Where News Travelled Slowly, Lavinia Greenlaw and Honeycomb, Jorie Graham.

061926 or the general strike

Juneteenth, the holiday that heralds the day in 1865 when those enslaved in Texas first learned that they were free, more than two years after Abraham Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation.

“the general strike of the slaves” W.E.B. Du Bois, Black Reconstruction in America: An Essay Toward a History of the Part Which Black Folk Played in the Attempt to Reconstruct Democracy in America, 1860–1880, 1935.

i.e. self-emancipation.


‘I wouldn’t pay it either’, Simon Skinner. (LRB) Jonathan Wilson’s history of the World Cup–a commercially dominant tragi-comedy.


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Andreas Gursky, EM, Arena, Amsterdam I

Brazil – Haiti, 3 – 0

AG2025_1178258a is one thing, and nothing

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              All modesty is false modesty
when it comes to poems,
              or to the silence
in which poems begin
              before they are words,
when they are still daisies
              at the foot of the dead Christ
in an anonymous painting,
              13th century. Not to know how to live
is one thing, and nothing
              to be ashamed of.
But not to know
              how to sit in front of those daisies
with tears in my eyes:
              what a waste that would be.

Not to know how to live, Jim Moore


A raunchy, spiky take on how poetry can teach us to have better sex, dispensing pleasure and provocation in equal measure.

“Poetry is sex’s best translator,” writes Anahid Nersessian in this witty, provocative tour through the history of erotic verse. If poetry is uniquely able to capture the intricacies (and indelicacies) of sex, then it stands to reason that it can teach us a thing or two about how to have it better—while also shedding light on the state of our sexual psyches today.

How to Have Sex in a Poem begins with a startling premise: Sex is everywhere in contemporary poetry, but positive depictions of it are few and far between. It’s critiqued, not celebrated—and while it may be fair to say our sexual lives and politics are often lacking, this only identifies the problem. Nersessian turns to a rich (and often blush-worthy) countertradition of erotic poetry that revels in sex of all kinds —dirty, anonymous, polymorphous—without ignoring its pitfalls. Beginning with a Sumerian priestess’s ecstatic depictions of orgasm, this book introduces us to the work of a Chinese courtesan who flaunts the freedoms of her trade, a Welsh bard who composes odes to her “quim,” and an earl who writes of how “Signior Dildo” took London by storm. It explores how Milton cataloged the sex lives of angels, and shows how Shakespeare’s use of indirection created the template for contemporary love poetry. It also vindicates the work of modern poets like Bernadette Mayer who defiantly ignored the conventions of what sex in verse is supposed to look like. The result is a manual in the form of a polemic, one that shows us how we can read and imagine our way to better sex.

FSG Originals. ISBN : 9780374616670. On Sale : 02/02/2027