“dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself”
William Carlos Williams, Danse Russe.
“The organ can be heard playing his music
And conjuring into life the whitewashed walls”
David Ricks, Genius Loci.
On the evening of Friday September 8th, Morocco was hit by a catastrophic 6.8 magnitude earthquake. As the country mourns the loss of over 2,000 lives and 1,404 seriously injured people, the World Health Organisation estimates that the earthquake has already impacted over 300,000 people. The number is likely to continue climbing.
As urgent calls are made for international aid, a new collective emerges in a bid to raise vital funds for critical on the ground assistance.
Artists For Morocco, a newly launched print sale, will be donating all proceeds to two NGOs: Amal Women’s Training Center (a Marrakesh-based women’s charity delivering food to victims in need) and Rif Tribes Foundation (an NGO working to bring aid and support to the affected remote villages).
“we knew the loss
before they ever guessed
fortune had tossed to them
her favour and her whim;”
H. D., After Troy
“… but you
adrift on the great sea,
how shall I call you back?”
H. D., Circe
” —from “Heaven” these
“draughts of the sweetest honey-milk”,
si dolcemente
from the language we first heard
endearments whisperings
infant song and revery
a world we wanted to go out into,
to come to ourselves into, “
–Robert Duncan, from Dante Études, Book One: We Will Endeavor
Christian Bobin : la beauté simple du quotidien.
An Interview, 2007.
Skeptical, often deserving; a purgative; a seasoner; give live-
Charles Wright, Salt
liness, pungency; a preservative; create a false impression;
is stored away … O, definitions, holding–for nothing–
our black hands … tassels, tassels .. the words come, and
the words come, trailing like dew upon the world’s wet
wounds, O salt!
I thought how, with the glory of its bloom,
Paul Laurence Dunbar, Promise
I should the darkness of my life illume
travel = travail. Middle English travelen, alteration of travailen, to toil, from Old French travailler; see TRAVAIL. (ahdictionary)
A case against a type of tourism. (New Yorker)
“thy … argument
Deserves the travail of a worthier pen” (WS)
Neither rosy nor prim; prefers the chorus to the heap of disturbance.
“Softly–
Yes, that is her patter in the hall.
She has returned.”
–Alfred Kreymborg, Again
“They raise their eyes to her whose grace and wit
Reanimate the shadows of the room,
Her eyes nocturnal beings exquisite
With witchery to make the stillness bloom;”
–Alfred Kreymborg, When They Require Gardens
“The person you are trying
is not accepting. Is not
at this time. Please
again. The person
you are trying is not
in service.
[…] Again later
at this time. Not accepting.”
–Martha Collins, Again later.
“The lifespan of awe”
“Get lost in the magic of the place.”
“[My] job is to gauge an appetite for the new. I broker possibilities.”
-Christopher Bollen, The Lost Americans