
and lose himself in the mechanics of the ordinary
was there any point in being alive without helping one another?
the small things […] when added up, amounted to a life.
Claire Keegan, Small Things Like These (Oprah’s Book Club)

and lose himself in the mechanics of the ordinary
was there any point in being alive without helping one another?
the small things […] when added up, amounted to a life.
Claire Keegan, Small Things Like These (Oprah’s Book Club)

The True Things A Conversation with Naghmeh Sohrabi (Bidoun).
These Are the True Things (Substack)
An elegant man
must never be completely elegant.
There’s no man more inelegant than a despot
power is always tacky.
There’s no elegant way to invade, pillage, and kill.
Nothing’s tackier than a uniform.
Nothing’s tackier than a toga.
My Grandfather Is the Future, Victor Heringer, translated by James Young & Justin Greene (Granta)
I have signed two contracts as a poet
which are henceforth no longer binding.
I will sign a third, as a final betrayal.
I will be forgiven by everyone.
I Am Not a Poet, Victor Heringer, translated by James Young & Justin Greene

Everyday Travails, October 10 – November 7, 2009, David Castillo Gallery.
“The works reveal a structured imprint of the everyday, in the exploration of the relationship of media to the psycho-geographical, social, and political nature of place. Adler Guerrier sets drawing, collage, sculpture, photo, video, and installation in dialogue. His inspired cultural hybrid between color and plane are anchored by fearless, site-specific subversions of place and time in regards to conceptions of race, class, and culture. Often calling upon the districts of Miami and his own backyard, Guerrier examines the contemporary flaneur in an impending post-demographic age.”
Paul Claude Gardere. Flickr, 2009.
[…]
However, I have never clogged myself with the praises of pastoral life, nor with nostalgia for an innocent past of perverted acts in pastures. No. One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes—I can’t even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there’s a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It is more important to affirm the least sincere; the clouds get enough attention as it is and even they continue to pass. Do they know what they’re missing? Uh huh.
Frank O’Hara, “Meditations in an Emergency”

Hilton Als on the Whitney Biennial (New Yorker)
Spontaneous Objects A Natural History of Art and Its Others (Penn State University Press, 2026)
—A Virtual Book Launch : Rebecca Zorach (Northwestern University), Monica Azzolini (University of Bologna), and Stephen Campbell (Johns Hopkins University). Apr 03, 2026, 12:00pm–1:00pm.
“In the late medieval and early modern periods, European artists, theorists, and natural philosophers imagined Nature not simply as a force of reproduction but as an artist in its own right—a creative power capable of generating images, artifacts, and objects of beauty.”

and lose himself in the mechanics of the ordinary (CK)
to split open the dreary world to expose an enchanted one. (TM)

Yves Winter, What Is an Imaginary?, Critical Inquiry.
… feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night!