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Friend or no friend,
darkness or light,
vowels or consonants,
water or dry land,

anything more from you now
is just gravy
—just send me down forgiveness, send me down
bearing myself a black cupful of light.

To the Black Madonna of Chartres, Jean Valentine


How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December’s bareness every where!
And yet this time remov’d was summer’s time;
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me
But hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute:
Or, if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near.

How like a winter hath my absence been (Sonnet 97), William Shakespeare

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In 2002 [Anne] Carson became the first woman to receive England’s T.S. Eliot Prize for Poetry for The Beauty of the Husband: A Fictional Essay in 29 Tangos. Paris Review (2004).


To me, one silly task is like another.
I bare the shambling tricks of lust and pride.
This flesh will never give a child its mother,
Song, like a wing, tears through my breast, my side,
And madness chooses out my voice again,
Again. I am the chosen no hand saves:
The shrieking heaven lifted over men,
Not the dumb earth, wherein they set their graves.

Cassandra, Louise Bogan

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It is a shocking thing 
to know how possible finality can be:
the burden of it, weighing on backs.  
Look up: hear that cheeping that comes 
at dusk: focus on the sound of it: looking  
for direction, avoiding obstacles. 
There is no comfort in this. 
This is me hoping to find something  
in the resurrection moss. How it clings 
to limbs that make arches over the roads  
that I drive. This is me leaving the nail 
in my tire. Filling my tire with air every ten days. 
This is me leaving again.

Manifesto, Kelan Nee


River of Grass, a film by Sasha Wortzel. Website. Fb. (10/17-23 @ Coral Gables Art Cinema, Miami, FL)

It is synonymous with struggle, change and overcoming material and metaphorical borders

Marcuse’s utopia: right here, not yet, and over
Margath Walker, Department of Geography and Geosciences, University of Louisville, USA

The most striking aspect setting Herbert Marcuse apart from other principal figures identified with the
Frankfurt School is his unwavering commitment to the utopian spirit, to the possibility of a better
future. While there are many lines of connection between Marcuse and Ernst Bloch’s Principle of Hope, most notably in the idea that the process of attaining utopia is a self-generating one rather than a pre-existing ideal state to strive for, Marcuse politicizes the concept by building on Bloch’s formulations. He writes that while the established reality principle has cast utopia as a placeless place beyond reach, the notion and desire for utopia is a necessary component of the human mind. Here, I seek to characterize Marcuse’s vision through a geographic lens and argue that utopia is a realizable place, itself part of his larger project of dialectical thinking. Utopia is commonly understood as both ‘good place’ and ‘no place’ but for Marcuse it is more. Across the breadth of his work, utopia is right here, not yet, and over. In elaborating these three phases, I argue that utopia stretches beyond juridical-territorial conceptualizations reconfiguring temporal borders through an activation of the ‘disallowed’, an articulation of oppositional space rooted in imagination. Spatio-temporal plurality is precisely what imbues utopia with power; at times translating into elusiveness and at others appearing right before us to thwart pessimism and defeatism. Marcuse’s work on utopia is integral to a prefigurative politics where the concept of becoming is integral. It is synonymous with struggle, change and overcoming material and metaphorical borders.

via Utopia at the Border, 2016.


Spatializing Marcuse, Critical Theory for Contemporary Times, Margath A. Walker · 2022

On Marcuse And Liberation Philosophy: Arnold Farr, interviewed by Margath Walker. May 15, 2015.


Herbert Marcuse

I see only the reflections in your mind


Big L – Put it On. 1994. (Cookin Soul remix).


My flowers are reflected
In your mind
As you are reflected in your glass.
When you look at them,
There is nothing in your mind
Except the reflections
Of my flowers.
But when I look at them
I see only the reflections
In your mind,
And not my flowers.
It is my desire
To bring roses,
And place them before you
In a white dish.

The Florist Wears Knee-Breeches, Wallace Stevens


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Enshittification [is] extraction unchecked. Doctorow (newyorker)


David [Harvey]’s commitment to showing how thinking geographically (spatially, in Explanation) transforms our understanding and explanatory frameworks, which he later brings to Marx’ Capital in his path-breaking third book, Limits to Capital. Already in Explanation,David develops spatial concepts that he never abandons. Deploying philosophers of space like Cassirer, he distinguishes between absolute, relative and relational space. This last—space as a system of relations—becoming central to his framework for spatializing Marxist theory. Almost three decades later in Justice, Nature and the Geography of Difference (1996; his ‘most geographical book’, personal communication) David makes relational space central to thinking space dialectically, returning to two philosophers he read for and cited in Explanation: Gottried Wilhelm Leibnitz and Alfred North Whitehead. (Verso)


Sarah Trouche (galeriemargueritemilin)