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Category: art

  • among the ordinary beautiful

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    Gabriel Orozco, Untitled (Computer generated circles and squares). 1995.


    One narcissus among the ordinary beautiful
    flowers, one unlike all the others!  She pulled,
    stooped to pull harder—
    when, sprung out of the earth
    on his glittering terrible
    carriage, he claimed his due.
    It is finished.  No one heard her.
    No one!  She had strayed from the herd.

    (Remember: go straight to school.
    This is important, stop fooling around!
    Don't answer to strangers.  Stick
    with your playmates.  Keep your eyes down.)
    This is how easily the pit
    opens.  This is how one foot sinks into the ground.

    Persephone, Falling, Rita Dove

  • And the lovely repetition

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    Small Oscillations Among Ordinary Forms.

    It is a kind of love, is it not?
    How the cup holds the tea,
    How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
    How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
    Or toes. How soles of feet know
    Where they’re supposed to be.
    I’ve been thinking about the patience
    Of ordinary things, how clothes
    Wait respectfully in closets
    And soap dries quietly in the dish,
    And towels drink the wet
    From the skin of the back.
    And the lovely repetition of stairs.
    And what is more generous than a window?

    The Patience of Ordinary Things, Pat Schneider

  • To practice is to repeat

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    Poetry and the Turning World: Money, Sarah Howe and Sandeep Parmar.

    I have yet to read An Uncomplicated Man, Emily Wilson. I’m sure it’s a good read.

    “Let us,” he said
    “make man,”

    as if ?he had to ask
    someone’s permission

    even if always
    only

    his own.

    To practice is to repeat
    what has not yet
    occurred.

    We get signals
    from the future.

    We’re invited to grow
    by entwining,

    twinning.

    Being duplicitous?

    A rose by any other
    rose

    is its own
    paradise

    of luminous
    folds.

    The Fold, Rae Armantrout

  • Flowing, flowing, flowing!

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    Heart free, hand free,
        Blue above, brown under,
    All the world to me
        Is a place of wonder.
    Sun shine, moon shine,
        Stars, and winds a-blowing.
    All into this heart of mine
        Flowing, flowing, flowing!

    Mind free, step free,
        Days to follow after,
    Joys of life sold to me
        For the price of laughter.
    Girl’s love, man’s love,
        Love of work and duty,
    Just a will of God’s to prove
        Beauty, beauty, beauty!

    Sic Vita, William Stanley Braithwaite

  • Art or its silence

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    Satyr and Nymph
    Gerard van Honthorst (signed by artist), 1623
    A smiling nymph playfully tugs a satyr towards her by his goatee, clearly asserting control over him. Van Honthorst draws attention to her bare torso; her brightly illuminated white skin contrasts sharply with the satyr’s muscular physique and red head. By portraying the mythological figures up close, Van Honthorst draws us into this intimate scene.

    https://id.rijksmuseum.nl/200612824

    You can fall in love

    in a museum, but only

    with the art

    or its silence—or the stranger

    you don’t mean to follow

    …

    Diptych, Kevin Young

  • Draw … to build worlds

    DRAW, cac-passerelle.com, 3 juil. — 17 oct. 2026

    to build worlds … without reproducing property relations, while continuing to reproduce other abjecting hierarchies related to class, race, and beauty. (LB)

  • here at the border where he signs the air

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    The blackbird sings at
    the frontier of his music.
    The branch where he sat

    marks the brink of doubt,
    is the outpost of his realm,
    edge from which to rout

    encroachers with trills
    and melismatic runs sur-
    passing earthbound skills.

    It sounds like ardor,
    it sounds like joy. We are glad
    here at the border

    where he signs the air
    with his invisible staves,
    “Trespassers beware”—

    Song as survival—
    a kind of pure music which
    we cannot rival.

    Blackbird Etude, A.E. Stallings

  • even here … still; in the deep soulful stillness

    In the avoidance of that which we seek––
    The sudden silence and reserve when near––
    The eye that glistens with an unshed tear––
    The joy that seems the counterpart of fear, 
    As the alarmed heart leaps in the breast,
    And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest––
                   Thus doth Love speak.

    […]

    Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher, 
    Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm; 
    In the deep soulful stillness; in the warm, 
    Impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
    Between the shores of keen delights and pains;

    Love’s Language, Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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