purple and black intoned (also, in another register the green and brown)
in chant
intoned in chant
Category: art
down to the basics
When I stop and think about what it’s all about I do come up with some answers, but they don’t help very much.
I think it is safe to say that life is pretty mysterious. And hard.
Life is short. I know that much. That life is short. And that it’s important to keep reminding oneself of it. That life is short. Just because it is. I suspect that each of us is going to wake up some morning to suddenly find ourselves old men (or women) without knowing how we got that way. Wondering where it all went. Regretting all the things we didn’t do. So I think that the sooner we realize that life is short the better off we are.
Now, to get down to the basics. There are 24 hours a day. There is you and there are other people. The idea is to fill these 24 hours as best one can. With love and fun. Or things that are interesting. Or what have you. Other people are most important. Art is rewarding. Books and movies are good fillers, and the most reliable.
Now you know that life is not so simple as I am making it sound. We are all a bit fucked up, and here lies the problem. To try and get rid of the fucked up parts, so we can just relax and be ourselves. For what time we have left.
Life, Joe Brainard
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Le Jardin aux Habitants, Robert Milin. (tracé, matériaux de récupération, terre végétale, végétaux, peinture, installation dans espace urbain, actions d’habitants.) 2002. Palais de Tokyo. In 2022.
Book published in October 2022. (les presses du reel)
https://milinrobert.blogspot.com
AG2026_1211186a or where I’m going only because
It’s complicated, my relationship status
with progress. I often prefer
the “before” picture. The future
is where I’m going only because
I have no choice, because time
moves in one direction, …
The Before Picture, Maggie Smith
AG2026_1211335a or dexterous and fugitive
Through the young and awkward hours
my lady perfectly moving,
through the new world scarce astir
my fragile lady wandering
in whose perishable poise
is the mystery of Spring
(with her beauty more than snow
dexterous and fugitive
my very frail lady drifting
distinctly, moving like a myth
in the uncertain morning, with
April feet like sudden flowers
AG2026_1211252a or stable visual objects
The Land of Haunted Forests, published by Jane & Jeremy, November 2025.
Impossible Island, Published by Loose Joints & AGWA, January 2025.
Présentation de Jackson Thélémaque, dans son atelier au 6B, à Saint-Denis, par Maxime Leblanc et son équipe – Septembre 2017.
“… she regarded it as a mooring, a checkpoint, some stable visual object that assured her that the world was still there; that this was life and not a dream.” (TM)
AG2026_1130968a or perhaps
Renee Nicole Good. We mourn you. We are sorry.
… stricken
with emotion?—
horror, pity, disbelief?—
outrage, sorrow?—
young-woman face contorted
and eyes spilling tears
like Tamir Rice’s mother
perhaps, or the sister
made to witness
the child’s bleeding out
in the Cleveland park.
We stare
as the interpreter’s fingers
pluck the poet’s words out of the air
like bullets,
Poetry Is the Gnomic Utterance from Which the Soul Springs, Fluttering, Joyce Carol Oates
