Category: landscape

  • Cape Honeysuckle discerning the world

    Tecomaria capensis (Thunb.) Spach – Determined By: B. F. Hansen, Mar 2023. 23 Apr 1997 Plant Atlas Citation


    the privilege to be unbounded

    On my walks, my eyes were sharper, hungrier—discerning the world (AA)

  • AG2025_1170201a or about the future


    What Green Card Holders Should Know in Preparing to Travel Outside the U.S. (NYTimes)

    border checkpoints have enacted what the White House refers to as “advanced vetting.” The measures, which include detaining and deporting tourists, have led allied countries, like Germany, to update travel advisories for their citizens about traveling to the United States

    The Department of Homeland Security in April announced that it would screen immigrants’ social media for evidence of antisemitism, which it said would be grounds for “denying immigration benefit requests.” The screen looks for evidence of “endorsing, espousing, promoting, or supporting antisemitic terrorism,” according to the statement.

    […]

    Mr. Wildes also recommended that green card holders who travel frequently apply for Global Entry, a C.B.P. program that expedites the clearance process when entering the United States.


    All I ever wanted was Bird’s game, 
    quietly telling opponents the spot on the floor where he
    would
    rise, after a screen and two dribbles, in the corner like a
    yellow
    sun and let the ball fly. I’m always writing to you 
    to remind myself that all love poems are about the future. 
    Under the bright lights of this metaphor, I’m digging deep,
    not
    vanishing when it matters most, to find the heart to take a
    shot
    when the clock winds down to nothing.

    Bird, Tomás Q. Morín

  • May Day, ask for everything


    Artists Space. Poetry Pending Revolution: A Reading and Discussion with Commune Editions, 2016.

    “…remember
    you can have what you ask for, ask for
    everything”

    Red Epic, Joshua Clover

    A FIERY FLYING ROULE. Book.

  • AG2020_1480772b- or don’t that be jazz?


    Tamora’s baby came out Black, you say? Damn. The more
    I hear of Aaron the Moor, the more I think: don’t that be jazz?

    A note above ~ A note below ~ The note between ~
    The tonic ~ Enclosed ~ Pivoted up ~ Octave ~ That be jazz.

    Oh, if the bard could be Black! Her stride would be royal, jeweled toes?…?
    your ideas must speak. Aaron and more. Till’s name still rises! That be jazz.

    Such Sweet Thunder, A. Van Jordan


  • up into the silence

    up into the silence the green
    silence
    with a white earth in it

    you will (kiss me) go

    out into the morning the young
    mourning with a young world in it

    (kiss me) you will go

    on into the sunlight the fine
    sunlight with a firm day in it

    you will go (kiss me

    down into your memory and
    a memory and memory

    i) kiss me (will go)

    ee cummings


  • AG2024_1960350aa or I don’t remember the fear of that year


    […]

    But on this day
    we sit in that room and play cards together
    while I slip my papers in the half-moon tray
    and take a number, wait for someone
    behind the bulletproof glass to say

    take another. And I feel only love.
    I don’t remember the fear of that year,
    or the fear of the years that hover
    before and after. I remember
    the windowless room and, outside,

    Beforetimes, Margot Kahn

  • AG2025_1960441a is frail and had to be kept intact


    illusions were frail and had to be kept intact.

    houses that included soil and rosebushes

    the atmosphere is one of displacement, of erroneous celebration.

    Good Girl, Aria Aber


    Mark Hewitt.

  • AG2025_1155545a or a soldierly fixity of mind


    Flattery, deference, smiles, ringing laughter, affectionate greetings were the order of the day.

    the quality of their unjudging listening, granted tacit forgiveness,

    a soldierly fixity of mind

    a series of spastic clumsy gymnastic movements that were somehow accusatory,

    He came out of nothingness, took form, was loved, was always bound to return to nothingness.

    (GS)