Being human, born alone

Now let no charitable hope
Confuse my mind with images
Of eagle and of antelope:
I am by nature none of these.

I was, being human, born alone;
I am, being woman, hard beset;
I live by squeezing from a stone
The little nourishment I get.

In masks outrageous and austere
The years go by in single file;
But none has merited my fear,
And none has quite escaped my smile.

(Elinor Wylie, Let No Charitable Hope)


“But morning comes with small
reprieves of coffee and birdsong.”


Let’s Ride, Art history after Black studies by Huey Copeland, Sampada Aranke, Faye R. Gleisser. Copeland engaged Aranke (Death’s Futurity: The Visual Life of Black Power) and Gleisser (Risk Work: Making Art and Guerrilla Tactics in Punitive America, 1967–1987) about their respective books, in ArtForum.

Also, Hal Foster reassessed The Anti-Aesthetic (Bay Press, 1983); a book aimed at postmodernism.

el paisaje y el pan

“And that my veins don’t end in me
but in the unanimous blood
of those who struggle for life,
love,
little things,
landscape and bread”

-Roque Dalton, Como Tú, translated by Jack Hirschman.


I.W.W. Hat Card  (LOC)
Title from data provided by the Bain News Service on the negative. Date from similar Bain negative: LC-B2-3016-14.
Photo shows man wearing hat with card “Bread or revolution” at IWW (Industrial Workers of the World) rally in Union Square, New York City on April 11, 1914. (Source: Flickr Commons project, 2010 and New York Times, April 12, 1914)
Forms part of: George Grantham Bain Collection (Library of Congress).

A poem = A loaf of bread, via O, Miami and Zak the Baker, this October.

The world turned to prose

“a concept of everyday life that is specifically modern and that is primarily a category of capitalism, of capitalism’s proliferation of distinct, structured, specialized activities and its intensification, especially after World War II, of the social division of labor. “Everyday life,” properly speaking, first comes into being only at the moment, midway through the nineteenth century, when European cities begin to swell with the arrival of large numbers of newcomers, the moment—and this is crucial— when Marx conceptualized and systematized the “work day” of the wage laborer. When the lived experience of those new urban dwellers became organized, channeled, and codified into a set of repetitive and hence visible patterns, when markets became common between the provinces and the capital, when everything— work hours, money, miles, calories, minutes— became calculated and calculable, and when objects, people, and the relations between them changed under the onslaught of such quantification, then and only then and only there, in the large Western metropolises, did the world, in Lefebvre’s words, “turn to prose.”” (Kristin Ross, The Politics and Poetics of Everyday Life)


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