You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
“Dark like an armpit, bloody like a heart”
Joyce Mansour. Translated by Emilie Moorhouse
“… dampen with the sumptuous scents
of time, of brevities . . . and I have sung of
festive tendencies turned upside down.
But can’t you do something about death,
Lord, about limits, about all that ends?
César Vallejo. Translated from the Spanish by Yvette Siegert.
“… the absence
I won’t imagine—the dark keeps going
without time so it can’t hold words”
Jennifer Kronovet
“somewhere deeper, past language, it was marked.”
“a dignity hard won: a dignity in need of constant vigilance and protection.’ (ZS)
“not places at all but abstractions” (JD)
quiet improvisation, New Blue Sun.
“Art is the Tree of Life”, William Blake’s Laocoön.
“they are things that I do
in the dark
reaching for you
[…]are you ready?
June Jordan, These Poems
” the exotic was better fabricated than discovered”
“the recognition that in their [Matisse, William Morris] respective societies (and it is even more true today) the mere demand for something like happiness is a kind of rebellion. They recognized, too, that art can offer the counterimage of an order in which the material reproduction of life leaves no space or time for those regions we designate as the “beautiful”.” (Kristin Ross, Elsewhere as Pastiche)
“sneaking a touch, […] each detail was a jolt of pleasure”
“In this place every true thing is okay.”
“after she spoke, the smile that followed made the sun look like a fool.” (TM)
Beth’s Story, Carlos Rafael Rivera, The Queen’s Gambit (Music from the Netflix Limited Series)
Playing Townes, Carlos Rafael Rivera
“… let us dream towards
what we want
beyond survival
Amir Rabiyah, Our Dangerous Sweetness
