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Category: language

  • AG2024_1134128a or we smile and mouth with myriad subtleties

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    We wear the mask that grins and lies,
    It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
    This debt we pay to human guile;
    With torn and bleeding hearts we smile
    And mouth with myriad subtleties,

    Why should the world be over-wise,
    In counting all our tears and sighs?
    Nay, let them only see us, while
         We wear the mask.

    We smile, but oh great Christ, our cries
    To thee from tortured souls arise.
    We sing, but oh the clay is vile
    Beneath our feet, and long the mile,
    But let the world dream otherwise,
         We wear the mask!

    Paul Laurence Dunbar

    presented by the Estate of Lynne Gelfman, December 2 – 22, 2024

  • As if … To Eden wandered in

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    Untitled (Flows and veils; garden syntactic arrangements of forms; they hold unknown, and therefore dangerous possibilities)

    As if some little Arctic flower,
    Upon the polar hem,
    Went wandering down the latitudes,
    Until it puzzled came
    To continents of summer,
    To firmaments of sun,
    To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
    And birds of foreign tongue!
    I say, as if this little flower
    To Eden wandered in —
    What then? Why, nothing, only,
    Your inference therefrom!

    Emily Dickinson

  • AG2024_2100538a or landscape where we have held

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    Here is a place where nothing can die
    Darkness that lives beneath the leaves

    We bring our nights there without knowing
    We bring our fear there before the singing begins
    We bring our silent names there hoping we are forgiven

    We bring our hands there scented of a river

    We bring our prayers that hide and watch us
    The landscape where we have held the loose feathers
    Of a fallen bird

    And awakened in the land of the unseen

    Here is a place where nothing can die …

    – Lance Henson

    Collaborative performance by Amanda Linares + Legna Rodríguez Iglesias

  • Anarchic, wandering, true

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    2022. Photo : Caryl Ivrisse Crochemar

    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

  • Support their artistic development and practice

    …protect important black art, yes.

    ‘Great if you like Baron Samedi staring at you from every corner of the house.’

    Academics lack range.

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    The Miami Individual Artists (MIA) Grants Program provides non-matching awards to individual artists of all disciplines in Miami-Dade County on a competitive basis to support their artistic development and practice.

    Thank you for this grant. (FY24-25).

  • Lemonade slays

    Place forms voice.

    Lemonade is the sixth studio album by American singer-songwriter Beyoncé.

    But really …

  • Place forms voice

    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, 
    an eternal pasture folded in all thought

    Robert Duncan, Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow

    “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.

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    Kendrick Lamar, wacced out murals

  • Under Blue

    Sam Gilliam

    Peter Schjeldahl on Gilliam’s Formalism, 2020.

    Roundtable at Pace Gallery – Hickey, Martin, and Moten, via Zoom, 2020.

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