Now let no charitable hope
Confuse my mind with images
Of eagle and of antelope:
I am by nature none of these.
I was, being human, born alone;
I am, being woman, hard beset;
I live by squeezing from a stone
The little nourishment I get.
In masks outrageous and austere
The years go by in single file;
But none has merited my fear,
And none has quite escaped my smile.
(Elinor Wylie, Let No Charitable Hope)
“But morning comes with small
reprieves of coffee and birdsong.”
Let’s Ride, Art history after Black studies by Huey Copeland, Sampada Aranke, Faye R. Gleisser. Copeland engaged Aranke (Death’s Futurity: The Visual Life of Black Power) and Gleisser (Risk Work: Making Art and Guerrilla Tactics in Punitive America, 1967–1987) about their respective books, in ArtForum.
Also, Hal Foster reassessed The Anti-Aesthetic (Bay Press, 1983); a book aimed at postmodernism.
