You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
It was the name that called forth the true him.
Anarchic, wandering
There were no photos of them, but they were there in the pictures of trees behind their houses, the fields where they worked, the river they fished, the church where they testified, the joints where they drank.
TM, Tar Baby
…protect important black art, yes.
‘Great if you like Baron Samedi staring at you from every corner of the house.’
Academics lack range.
ZS
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as if it were a scene made-up by the mind,
that is not mine, but is a made place,that is mine, it is so near to the heart,
Robert Duncan, Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow
an eternal pasture folded in all thought
“The word “poet” derives from the ancient Greek ??????? (poietes) which translates simply enough as “a maker.” The word ???? (phren) can be translated as either “heart” or “mind.” The ancient Greeks thought the heart might be filled with the phantasms of all that we love, a kind of breath or pneuma, in Greek, that moves through the senses and embeds the image in the heart—a kind of pasture where we learn to think, learn to feel. We can imagine the poem as a fold in that eternal, internal pasture—a place that voice forms.”
Dan Beachy-Quick in Poetry.
Kendrick Lamar, wacced out murals
Sam Gilliam
Peter Schjeldahl on Gilliam’s Formalism, 2020.
Roundtable at Pace Gallery – Hickey, Martin, and Moten, via Zoom, 2020.
“Imagination, too, is old habit, assiduously maintained despite consequences.” EG
Cathreine Cattaruzza. Depuis 1992, elle poursuit un travail photographique sur Beyrouth. Fb video (at the Lebanese Pavilion-Venice Architecture 2018).
“Levi treasured the urban the same way previous generations worshipped the pastoral; if he could have written an ode he would have.” ZS
“It shone beneficence in thin rods of Renaissance light, thrusting through a landscaped cloud that seemed designed for this purpose.”
Zadie Smith, On Beauty