
illusions were frail and had to be kept intact.
houses that included soil and rosebushes
the atmosphere is one of displacement, of erroneous celebration.
Good Girl, Aria Aber
You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
illusions were frail and had to be kept intact.
houses that included soil and rosebushes
the atmosphere is one of displacement, of erroneous celebration.
Good Girl, Aria Aber
Flattery, deference, smiles, ringing laughter, affectionate greetings were the order of the day.
the quality of their unjudging listening, granted tacit forgiveness,
a soldierly fixity of mind
a series of spastic clumsy gymnastic movements that were somehow accusatory,
He came out of nothingness, took form, was loved, was always bound to return to nothingness.
(GS)
Zura Lagarde, The Silent Pulse Beneath Still Stone, Artmedia Gallery, April 25 – July 30, 2025.
“I perceive the spaces where time flickers—where déjà vu hums like a distant echo, where a breath feels borrowed from another life.”
Untitled (Diurnal respite on the Matanzas; inventing forms of escape; spend the good days readying for it.) 2020. Archival pigment print, 60 x 40 inches. Shown in Wander and Errancies at CEAM, 2020.
spend the good days readying for it might need an edit. It might refer to something that I noted; I will have to check. Spent good days readying for it. Spent the goods readying for it. Spent the good part of a day. Spent the better part of a day. Spent the good part of many days readying for it. Spent days readying for it. Spend days readying for it.
Only instruction. Not a dwelling.
Or if you must dwell:
The sweet smell of weeds then.
The sweet smell of weeds now.
An endurance. A standoff. A rest.
Weeds, Diane Seuss
Richard Wright, Camden Art Center.
Charline von Heyl, Petzel, New York, 2018. Poetry Machine #1.
Ruth Asawa: Retrospective, SFMOMA, an installation view.
The 30 best nonfiction books of the last 30 years, LATimes. Fiction.
remember this is how the small survives.
“We have energy for an abundance of beauty … “
Montserrat Guillen, chef. El Internacional. FoodCultura.
Ignorance, he thought, and vanity. He hadn’t been alert early enough, hadn’t seen the signs jutting out everywhere around him. (TM)
it was the truest thing to say that there
are things in life that can’t be renounced
because renouncing them is to surrender
who we are and surrendering has never
been an option this is life this is life
this is our truest life
lo nuestro, ire’ne lara silva