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It is a shocking thing 
to know how possible finality can be:
the burden of it, weighing on backs.  
Look up: hear that cheeping that comes 
at dusk: focus on the sound of it: looking  
for direction, avoiding obstacles. 
There is no comfort in this. 
This is me hoping to find something  
in the resurrection moss. How it clings 
to limbs that make arches over the roads  
that I drive. This is me leaving the nail 
in my tire. Filling my tire with air every ten days. 
This is me leaving again.

Manifesto, Kelan Nee


River of Grass, a film by Sasha Wortzel. Website. Fb. (10/17-23 @ Coral Gables Art Cinema, Miami, FL)

for me to lift my window and yell

Firespitter: The Collected Poems of Jayne Cortez (Nightboat, 2025).

The Poetry Project presents an evening celebrating the publication. (Livestream)


Talked bopology talk
Laughed in high-pitched saxophone phrases
Became keeper of every Bird riff
every Lester lick
as Hawk melodicized my ear of infatuated tongues
& Blakey drummed militant messages in
soul of my applauding teeth
& Ray hit bass notes to the last love seat in my bones

Jazz Fan Looks Back, Jayne Cortez


Why do people always choose saturdays
to wig out
I mean the ones who scream leave me alone
i hate your guts
why do they always choose 2:05 pm saturdays
to say get the hell outa here
I mean the ones kicking walls
slamming doors
crushing skulls
why do they always have to choose saturdays for
me to lift my window and yell
shut the fuck up

Saturdays, Jayne Cortez

It is synonymous with struggle, change and overcoming material and metaphorical borders

Marcuse’s utopia: right here, not yet, and over
Margath Walker, Department of Geography and Geosciences, University of Louisville, USA

The most striking aspect setting Herbert Marcuse apart from other principal figures identified with the
Frankfurt School is his unwavering commitment to the utopian spirit, to the possibility of a better
future. While there are many lines of connection between Marcuse and Ernst Bloch’s Principle of Hope, most notably in the idea that the process of attaining utopia is a self-generating one rather than a pre-existing ideal state to strive for, Marcuse politicizes the concept by building on Bloch’s formulations. He writes that while the established reality principle has cast utopia as a placeless place beyond reach, the notion and desire for utopia is a necessary component of the human mind. Here, I seek to characterize Marcuse’s vision through a geographic lens and argue that utopia is a realizable place, itself part of his larger project of dialectical thinking. Utopia is commonly understood as both ‘good place’ and ‘no place’ but for Marcuse it is more. Across the breadth of his work, utopia is right here, not yet, and over. In elaborating these three phases, I argue that utopia stretches beyond juridical-territorial conceptualizations reconfiguring temporal borders through an activation of the ‘disallowed’, an articulation of oppositional space rooted in imagination. Spatio-temporal plurality is precisely what imbues utopia with power; at times translating into elusiveness and at others appearing right before us to thwart pessimism and defeatism. Marcuse’s work on utopia is integral to a prefigurative politics where the concept of becoming is integral. It is synonymous with struggle, change and overcoming material and metaphorical borders.

via Utopia at the Border, 2016.


Spatializing Marcuse, Critical Theory for Contemporary Times, Margath A. Walker · 2022

On Marcuse And Liberation Philosophy: Arnold Farr, interviewed by Margath Walker. May 15, 2015.


Herbert Marcuse

I see only the reflections in your mind


Big L – Put it On. 1994. (Cookin Soul remix).


My flowers are reflected
In your mind
As you are reflected in your glass.
When you look at them,
There is nothing in your mind
Except the reflections
Of my flowers.
But when I look at them
I see only the reflections
In your mind,
And not my flowers.
It is my desire
To bring roses,
And place them before you
In a white dish.

The Florist Wears Knee-Breeches, Wallace Stevens


Sometimes the things that matter to you

A good thing to remember is that life

is an equal amount of doughnut shops

and roadkill every day. And if you see

the deer get hit you can call the tiger

rescue group and the deer will become

tiger food. Sometimes the things

that matter to you won’t matter

to anyone but you. And that’s redemption.

The poem that means nothing to anyone

but you. Like how your life was.

[…]

Just breathe.

Karma Affirmation Cistern Don’t Be Afraid Keep Going Toward the Horror, Gabrielle Calvocoressi


carriedandheld.net (Park McAthur)

Erin Shirreff (Von Bartha)