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Category: language

  • AG2023_1130665c or never fixed

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    rather a landscape shaped by or fixed about mutable objects, expansive and pliable conditions…

  • AG2023_1140394a or precise and rectilinear

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    “On the map it is precise and rectilinear as a chessboard

    […]

    though here and there a weathered post asserts a former claim

    […]

    What grows in that place is possessed of a beauty all its own, ramshackle and unexpected”

    –Campbell McGrath.

  • AG2023_1130603a or unkept by the present tense

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    “… Unkept

    By the present tense, I was distant 

    In my watching,

    An existence I too tendered stagily 

    As free.

    […]

    the flowing virtue 

    Of verdant surfaces”

    —Hanae Jonas

  • spaces where feelings are held

    What must be valued
    I’m learning,

    in clarity and in error,
    are spaces

    where
    feelings are held.

    Here—in a poem?
    And elsewhere

    (JJ)

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  • we must tap the well of our own collective imaginations

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    “There are very few contemporary political spaces where the energies of love and imagination are understood and respected as powerful social forces.”

    “we must tap the well of our own collective imaginations” (RK)

    “In life, the monsters win” (GRRM)

  • An ordering of imaginaries felt in the here and now

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    Maneuvers to other planes of there.

    It’s fine, I’ll stay here dreaming poems and smiling in italics.
    It’s so amusing this bystanding part of life!

    A Poem by Álvaro de Campos Fernando Pessoa, translated from the Portuguese by Margaret Jull Costa and Patricio Ferrari, NYR June 22, 2023 issue

  • AG2023_2120456a or as fresh as I remember

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    “It’s your daughter, Mom! Want to say
    hello to Rita?” My surprise each time
    that he still asks, believes in asking.

    “Hello, Rita.” A good day, then;
    the voice as fresh as I remember.
    I close my eyes to savor it

    Eurydice, Turning by Rita Dove (Playlist for the Apocalypse); via On Being 041122.

  • AG2023_1055822a or ground the potential

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    “We tend to be reckless or forgetful of plants, but they ground the potential for multicellular animals like us. Without them, we’re lost”

    “all life as we understand it persists by drawing on its environment”

    “There’s at least as much suffering as pleasure and as much distress as tenderness in the evolution of life” (MC)

    Something I Can Never Have – The String Quartet Tribute to Nine Inch Nails’ Pretty Hate Machine via Westworld.