You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
Before you go further,
let me tell you what a poem brings,
first, you must know the secret, there is no poem
to speak of, it is a way to attain a life without boundaries,
yes, it is that easy, a poem
Let Me Tell You What a Poem Brings, Juan Felipe Herrera
Anger is the sea.
Gasping and buffetted, no matter how
you struggle or plead for mercy, you drown. But pride
can clothe those shattered bones with perfect skin,
and breathe into the lover’s mouth her song.
Passions, Ruth Fainlight
Invoked every sundown, it’s you, painted on clouds
rouging our treasured plain and all who walk it,
[…]
I give you gratitude for time past, time present, time future.
To His Mother, Whose Name Was Maria, Attilio Bertolucci
Translated By Cyrus Cassells
Étoile (TV series). 2025.
Opéra Comique. Salle Favart.
As the lights darkened, as the lights of night brightened,
We would try to imagine them, try to find each other,
To construct peace, to make love, to reconcile
Waking with sleeping, ourselves with each other,
Ourselves with ourselves. We would try by any means
To reach the limits of ourselves, to reach beyond ourselves,
To let go the means, to wake.
Poem (I lived in the first century of world wars), Muriel Rukeyser
Don’t pull the trigger, squeeze it—
squeeze between heartbeats.
Look down the sights. Don’t
hold your breath. Don’t hold
anything, just stop breathing.
Level the scene with your eyes. Listen.
Soft, now: squeeze.
[…]
no wind
can hold me let me let me
go i can see yes
o aperture o light let me off
go off straight is my verb straight
my glory road yes now i can feel
it the light i am flame
Meditation at Fifty Yards, Moving Target, Rita Dove
I am full having spent my greediness in a ritual of joy.
Wanda Coleman
(italien villeggiatura, de villeggiare, aller à la campagne)
And is the heart of youth so light,
Its step so firm, its eye so bright,
Because on its hot brow there blows
A wind of promise and repose
From the far grave, to which it goes;
Because it hath the hope to come,
One day, to harbour in the tomb?
Ah no, the bliss youth dreams is one
For daylight, for the cheerful sun,
For feeling nerves and living breath—
Youth dreams a bliss on this side death.
[…]
It hears a voice within it tell:
Calm’s not life’s crown, though calm is well.
‘Tis all perhaps which man acquires,
But ’tis not what our youth desires.
Youth and Calm, Matthew Arnold
Tony Gilroy on The Treatment. KCRW.
Lee Friedlander.
10 Nudes, presented in a combination of early and contemporary prints, is curated by Alina Sinetos at CASTLE.
10 Nudes is an exhibition of black and white photographs by Lee Friedlander (b. 1934). Friedlander’s nudes, taken between 1977-1990, were first shown together in 1991 at the Museum of Modern Art, New York, in an exhibition of 52 photographs curated by John Szarkowski that coincided with the publication of the book Lee Friedlander: Nudes.
As part of Thembinkosi Hlatshwayo’s residency, he hosted a Photo Walk in the Allapatah neighborhood.
