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Category: landscape

  • name that called forth

    It was the name that called forth the true him.

    [..]

    The other selves were like the words he spoke—fabrications of the moment, misinformation required to protect Son from harm and to secure that one reality at least.

    Toni Morrison, Tar Baby
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  • Distribution of death

    …think of racism, as, […] this kind of uneven distribution of death

    “Saidiya Hartman & Arthur Jafa in conversation”, Hammer Channel video, 00:25:57, June 06, 2019, https://channel.hammer.ucla.edu/video/601/saidiya-hartman-arthur-jafa-in-conversation

    A life lived well has mostly encountered its proper proportion of death.

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    Miami, February 2019.

  • 0503221911 or coordination

    … in practice this requires prodigious coordination, precision, and the best efforts of several human minds

    JD

  • AG2020_2000198b2

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    If she [could] dance[s]
    […],
    Under [palm] trees
    And see her image in the river
    She would know.

  • 2030369~3 or a certain kind of place

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    [this landscape] stirred a longing in me, a kind of desire to possess

    […]

    [this place has] a certain kind of comfortableness, confidence, solidity, and rootedness

    “Bom Bom” by Batida featuring Mayra Andrade via npr.

  • AG2022_2100806a

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    He [erroneously] imagined trees and rocks as outside the political sphere, as not vulnerable to human impacts

    […]

    All art is propaganda, Orwell noted, and nature is political. So are gardens. Flowers. Trees. Water. Air. Soil. Weather.

    RS

  • AG2022_2030990b or i must be careful

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    i must be careful about such things as these.
    the thin-grained oak.    the quiet grizzlies scared
    into the hills by the constant tracks squeezing
    in behind them closer in the snow.    the snared
    rigidity of the winter lake.    deer after deer
    crossing on the spines of fish who look up and stare
    with their eyes pressed to the ice.   in a sleep.  hearing
    the thin taps leading away to collapse like the bear
    in the high quiet.   i must be careful not to shake
    anything in too wild an elation.    not to jar
    the fragile mountains against the paper far-
    ness.   nor avalanche the fog or the eagle from the air.
    of the gentle wilderness i must set the precarious
    words.   like rocks.   without one snowcapped mistake.

    be careful, Ed Roberson

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