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Category: language

  • hadn’t seen the signs jutting out

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    Ignorance, he thought, and vanity. He hadn’t been alert early enough, hadn’t seen the signs jutting out everywhere around him. (TM)

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    A063099_0146. Vea la imagen en su contexto

  • AG2024_1100990a or our truest

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    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

  • AG2024_1100126a or honestly inside

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    I used to want to be a saint but I only became a poet.
    I try not to do what I don’t want to do because of the love
    That creeps into things even in their misery    . I try to fly
    Over what I feel and see it but sometimes I have no choice
    And can only be it like an animal. I try to be honestly
    Outside what does not include me and honestly inside
    What does.     I think a lot about what a dandelion in a junk heap
    Does compared to a dandelion in a tender garden whose every
    Leaf is beloved, and what such flowers which are weeds feel.
    Things like that
    Are what I think a lot about. Sometimes I think there isn’t any feeling
    I like quite so much as the one I get
    From having written a poem, a poem that I like. It’s a peaceful
    Feeling that I can’t find any other way. Loving you doesn’t give
    Me a peaceful feeling at all. Or writing to you. Or writing
    At all, mostly. There is the panicking feeling I like of being about
    To blow my brains out. Genocidal shame that makes me dream
    Of stuffing my own organs in my mouth for sweetness when the opacity
    Of certain people gives me a nauseating whiff of their dead
    Souls. The worlds I had to cross to see this. The things I had to do
    To myself to write this. The breeze on the fine white
    Hairs of my typing forearms, the lupine flopped over
    Out my window, another one bites the dust, another
    Surrender to spring. It’s the new moon, and according
    To all the art people who are into astrology lately it’s gonna
    Be a good one. And it isn’t my window
    At all. In two days it’ll be somebody else’s. But we’re
    Together right now, like you and me, and right now
    I love you completely

    A Poem, Ariana Reines. Miami Rail, 2012.

    The Rose, Ariana Reines. Graywolf Press, 2025. On the design of the cover.

  • flout the edges of things

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    for love and trouble

    Mix-up of self and other is much more easily achieved in language than in life,

    Like eros, puns flout the edges of things.

    (AC)

  • at His Appointment for

    Birth, life, and death—each took place on the hidden side of a leaf. (TM).

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    Carissa Rodriguez, The Maid. 2018.
    Metropolitan Museum. Single-channel video, color, sound, 12 minutes 22 seconds.

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    Columbia Student Activist Arrested by ICE at His Appointment for Citizenship

    Mohsen Mahdawi, a legal permanent resident, has lived in the United States for 10 years and was arrested in Vermont. He has not been charged with a crime.

    NYTimes.

  • A place to stand and unfurl all that we see

    Through both this developmental and this structural model, psychoanalysis enacts an unprecedented science of mediation: a study of how language and norms inform desires; how desires can only make themselves legible in the distortions of parapraxes, dreams, fumbles, and symptoms; how the self is not self-evident but rather a product of social relations. With its conviction that psychic experience is socially produced, psychoanalytic theory can help explore the ways that circulation impresses upon the psyche: an overemphasis on instantaneous fluid exchange, an overabundance of images, an overweighting of presence, and overvaluing of identity can all preclude or fore-close the functioning of the symbolic. Representation slackens, and an unintegrable real impends. Immersion in the imaginary initiates all kinds of psychic dischord, from fantasies of self-possession and delusions of wholeness, to refusals of the other and proliferating dualities, to paranoiac gusts and polarized fluctuation. Each of these disorders vividly characterizes contemporary media culture and contemporary algorithmic logic.

    Anna Kornbluh

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    Jack Whitten at MoMA.

    Otobong Nkanga : Cadence, at MoMA.

    Kennedy Yanko at James Cohan

    Hahn Rowe at La Mama, in Tides.

    Pierre Bellot at 56 Henry

    Katharina Grosse at Renaissance Society, via the  catalogue.

  • the kindling vision it brings;
    And for a moment I rejoice

    That whisper takes the voice
    Of a Spirit, speaking to me,
    Close, but invisible,
    And throws me under a spell
    At the kindling vision it brings;
    And for a moment I rejoice,
    And believe in transcendent things
    That would make of this muddy earth
    A spot for the splendid birth
    Of everlasting lives,
    Whereto no night arrives;
    And this gaunt gray gallery
    A tabernacle of worth
    On this drab-aired afternoon,
    When you can barely see
    Across its hazed lacune
    If opposite aught there be
    Of fleshed humanity
    Wherewith I may commune;
    Or if the voice so near
    Be a soul’s voice floating here.

    In a whispering gallery, Thomas Hardy

    Studio Museum in Harlem will open in Fall 2025.