Category: language

  • An act of living a way of life

    Tratado de geometría, Tana Oshima, menoslobos taller editorial, S.L., 2025.

    An excerpt/(earlier version) was in LL Journal, 2021.


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    Satellogic announced an open satellite feed programme and named their dataset “Satellogic EarthView”. marksblogg

  • AG2023_1033934a or beauty against the grain of the terror

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    The Black Outdoors: Humanities Futures after Property and Possession, 2016.

    “Anybody who thinks that they can understand how terrible the terror has been, without understanding how beautiful the beauty has been against the grain of the terror, is wrong.” Fred Moten

    via Sarah Jane Cervenak’s IG

  • AI or a defense of the human qua human

    It was only thirty-three seconds long, this “satirical” video, but it is one of the most comprehensive depictions of what I want to call the American Imaginary that I have ever seen. Within the American Imaginary, there is and always has been a subcategory of people in this world who are not only born to suffer but are habituated to it. They come from the “shithole countries,” as previously defined by the president, during his first term.

    …

    In America, AI is a copyright issue, an uncanny video, a propaganda tool. Through the portal, it is the destructive, extractive and violent contest to get sufficient cobalt and coltan out of African ground.

    …

    strong case Fanon made for a radical humanism as the necessary basis of any progressive socialist politics. “What matters today,” Fanon claimed, “the issue which blocks the horizon, is the need for a redistribution of wealth. Humanity will have to address this question, no matter how devastating the consequences might be.” Not us, not them: humanity.

    “Trump Gaza number one”, Zadie Smith in New York Review of Books.


    Kishin Shinoyama, Shoku
    Publisher by Ushio Shuppan, 358 pages, 1993, Hardcover under dust jacket, in a slipcase, 32,5 x 24,5 cm.

  • I breed a poorly concealed affliction in my heart

    To temper an obstinate and wicked
    Pain that has been burrowing into me for some time
    I try, now and again, to cry out piteously
    To the one who, oh miserable me, preys upon my heart.
    But, a disciple of desire, my voice
    Is scarcely heard, and already it moans and shouts.
    What a harsh refrain, and so inimical to my longings,
    I am deterred from begging for mercy.

    And a thought says to me: fool, do you not see
    That you always receive both scorn and injury
    If you throw yourself meekly at the feet of someone cruel?

    Thus, in silence, I breed a poorly concealed
    Affliction in my heart, which is where the seed
    Of that cruel love that gives me such despair took root.

    Paolina Secco-Suardo Grismondi translated from Italian by Alani Rosa Hicks-Bartlett via swwim everyday


    i am a promise awake with knowing

    a pull in a thread

    sprawling

    a sputtering

    a stuttering

    a slant

    a song

    a rising

    a falling

    […]

    longing for the pierce of stars

    tonguing the night

    brushing away the darkness

    til there is light

    around

    beneath

    inside

    Desire [even in the time of the tyrant], Leah Umansky

  • Frankétienne

    Wilky Toussaint narrates a biography of Frankétienne. Jean-Pierre Basilic Dantor Franck Étienne d’Argent, 12 April 1936 – 20 February 2025.

    Haiti Inter : “adieu maître du spiralisme poête de l’infini”


    Ultravocal, September 5 – October 3rd, 2024, Central Fine.

  • AG2023_1033351a or a wisp of becoming

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    Radio Aporee, the platform radio aporee is online since about 2000, the project radio aporee ::: maps has started late 2006. it is a global soundmap dedicated to field recording, phonography and the art of listening. it connects sound recordings to its places of origin, in order to create a sonic cartography, publicly accessible as a collaborative project.


    A curve nearly naked 

    an arc of almost, 

    a wisp of becoming

    a wand—

    tiny enough to change me.

    The Way We Love Something Small, Kimberly Blaeser


    For the artist’s fourth solo exhibition at the gallery, cordova has developed a multi-media installation seeking to explore “the juxtaposition of past structures to more contemporary structures that illuminate the ephemeral nature of our existence, as beings who create material culture as a means of documentation and memory” (Monique Moss).
    Press release, william cordova, on the lower frequencies I speak 4u (alquimia sagrada), January 23–February 29, 2020, Sikkema Malloy Jenkins.

  • AG2023_1044406a ¡se embellece!

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    espere, en este edén
    se bebe, se lee, se teme,
    se repele, se embellece
    ¿se embellece? 
    espere,
    ¡se embellece!

    tres veces reses
    tres veces trenes

    es excelente

    (te ves endeble)

    de frente, enter
    espere, ¿enter?
    ¿qué tejes?
    verde
    verde

    verde

    Célebre, Legna Rodríguez Iglesias, in Diario de Cuba.


    We are watchers, Frida—
    aching but obedient to light,

    resurrected by shocks of color.

    […]

    We are aficionados. Pregnant

    with joy in the garden’s cosmos.
    We pursue hues like lovers’

    lips, stalk columns of yellow
    calla-lilies, praise the allure

    of honey-petalled sunflowers
    and the lobes of violet irises.

    We thrive on iridescence—
    our eyes attuned to its blessing.

    Watchers. We bend near
    in reverence to the bloom—

    all pain humbled, stilled
    for a time by beauty
    .

    Desperate Beauty, Gail Goepfert

  • AG2023_1044814a or some heightened state of being

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    whoever it was standing up there

    must be experiencing some heightened state
    of being, or thinking—or its opposite,

    thoughtlessly enraptured by the view.

    […]

    Only after a good five minutes did I see
    that the figure was actually a tree—

    some kind of cypress, probably, or cedar.
    I was both amused and let down by my error.

    Not only had I made the tree a person,
    but I’d also given it a vision

    The Figure on the Hill, Jeffrey Harrison