this conflict of times …
What grounds the permanence of domination …
time is … a line that can be infused with promises … It is also a hierarchical distribution of forms of life
… located the rational matrix of human activity in the obscure everyday world of the production of material existence
Jacques Ranciere, Modern Times, Temporality in Art and Politics (2018). Translated by Gregory Elliott (2022).
Solvent transfer, graphite, colored pencil, ink, gouache, acrylic, and enamel paint on paper. 18 x 12 inches. 2026. Donated to Locust Projects’ Art Auction.
Melvin Edwards’s obituary. (Frieze)
“His travels to Ghana, Nigeria, Togo and Benin informed his understanding of sculpture as a form of cultural continuity, leading him to create public works that fused African traditions with contemporary abstraction?. “
The True Things A Conversation with Naghmeh Sohrabi (Bidoun).
These Are the True Things (Substack)
An elegant man
must never be completely elegant.
There’s no man more inelegant than a despot
power is always tacky.
There’s no elegant way to invade, pillage, and kill.
Nothing’s tackier than a uniform.
Nothing’s tackier than a toga.
My Grandfather Is the Future, Victor Heringer, translated by James Young & Justin Greene (Granta)
I have signed two contracts as a poet
which are henceforth no longer binding.
I will sign a third, as a final betrayal.
I will be forgiven by everyone.
I Am Not a Poet, Victor Heringer, translated by James Young & Justin Greene
Everyday Travails, October 10 – November 7, 2009, David Castillo Gallery.
“The works reveal a structured imprint of the everyday, in the exploration of the relationship of media to the psycho-geographical, social, and political nature of place. Adler Guerrier sets drawing, collage, sculpture, photo, video, and installation in dialogue. His inspired cultural hybrid between color and plane are anchored by fearless, site-specific subversions of place and time in regards to conceptions of race, class, and culture. Often calling upon the districts of Miami and his own backyard, Guerrier examines the contemporary flaneur in an impending post-demographic age.”
Paul Claude Gardere. Flickr, 2009.
[…]
However, I have never clogged myself with the praises of pastoral life, nor with nostalgia for an innocent past of perverted acts in pastures. No. One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes—I can’t even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there’s a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It is more important to affirm the least sincere; the clouds get enough attention as it is and even they continue to pass. Do they know what they’re missing? Uh huh.
Frank O’Hara, “Meditations in an Emergency”
Hilton Als on the Whitney Biennial (New Yorker)
Spontaneous Objects A Natural History of Art and Its Others (Penn State University Press, 2026)
—A Virtual Book Launch : Rebecca Zorach (Northwestern University), Monica Azzolini (University of Bologna), and Stephen Campbell (Johns Hopkins University). Apr 03, 2026, 12:00pm–1:00pm.
“In the late medieval and early modern periods, European artists, theorists, and natural philosophers imagined Nature not simply as a force of reproduction but as an artist in its own right—a creative power capable of generating images, artifacts, and objects of beauty.”
(The essay on modesty) (in application for) (bodily autonomy)
(She lost that case) (on (wide is the gate)) (rhetorically memorable)
(Arbiter rise)(Attracted to) (the most minor) (advantages) (adopting gendered props)
(Assaying willingness) (I notice a certain scarlet letter)(Dream of a house) (it can’t be mine) (vast roominess)
(Dream of a beach) (but it’s a beach with a problem)
(In the smug of your (natural woman)) (I have had (a stain) (a conceit))
(Despite appearances (allegedly))
(A medical person) (declares the injury a non-emergency)(The essay on modesty), Krystal Languell
And isn’t everything risk?
The beloved lives
Then dies,
Then (if we’re lucky)
Rises again
Into a poem or song
Or into the world
In some other form
Impossible to predict.
Simplest story, oldest tale:
Sparrows sing it
From every hedge;
And swallows, also,
From their nests on the ledge.
[And isn’t everything risk?], Gregory Orr