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    And the lost lore of mournful lands
         It knows alone and guards too well. 

    The Giant Cactus of Arizona, Harriet Monroe

  • AG2024_1088541a or somewhere else

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    “… gone somewhere else, beyond the frame, which is a place that we, viewing this image, cannot know, but guess, …”

    The Grain, Chad Bennett

  • All that is submerged, encased

    I have known only my own shallows—
    Safe, plumbed places,
    Where I was wont to preen myself.

    But for the abyss
    I wanted a plank beneath
    And horizons…

    I was afraid of the silence
    And the slipping toe-hold…

    Oh, could I now dive
    Into the unexplored deeps of me—
    Delve and bring up and give
    All that is submerged, encased, unfolded,
    That is yet the best    .

    Submerged, Lola Ridge

    my quest, to know myself. 
    To chart and compass this unfathomed sea, 
    Myself must plumb the boundless universe.

    Quest, Carrie Williams Clifford

    Eden in Post

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    Matisse, Interieur, bocal de poissons rouges, printemps 1914. Centre Pompidou.

  • AG2022_2040228a or the void does not beckon as it used to

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    Sustained by poetry, fed anew
    by its fires     to return from madness,
    the void does not beckon as it used to.

    Littered with syllables, the road does not loom
    as a chasm. The hand of strangers on other
    doors does not hurt, the breath of gods

    does not desert, but looms large
    as a dream, a prairie within our dream,
    to which we return, when we need to.

    Oh blessed plain, oh pointed chasm.

    II Alone, John Wieners

  • What lives on

    He was as a god,
    stepped out of eternal dream
    along the boardwalk.

    He looked at my girl,
    a dream to herself and
    that was the end of them.

    They disappeared beside the sea
    at Revere Beach as
    I aint seen them since.

    If you find anyone
    answering their description
    please let me know. I need them

    to carry the weight of my life
    The old gods are gone. What lives on
    in my heart

    is their flesh
    like a wound,
    a tomb, a bomb.

    Billie, John Wieners

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    A strong, neutral typeface for interfaces, text, and headings.

    Latest release Public Sans v2.001, May 11, 2022.

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    Mendieta, Ana
    Árbol de la vida (Tree of life), 1982
    Gelatin silver print
    9 ¼ x 7 ¼ in (23.5 x 18.4 cm)
    Courtesy of Galerie Lelong & Co., and the Estate of Ana Mendieta

  • AG2024_2100729a or On a fait ce qu’on pouvait

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    Lors d’un constat effectué au lendemain de l’attaque, des trousseaux de clés de la prison, des uniformes de police ainsi que des documents administratifs ont été retrouvés à même le sol, selon un des deux rapports obtenus par AyiboPost. Les cadenas et barrières pour la plupart étaient brisés.

    «On a fait ce qu’on pouvait», déclare à AyiboPost Pierre René François, le directeur de la DAP. «On n’avait pas seulement le pénitencier national à consolider», dit-il. «Il y avait aussi le palais national, la base de l’Unité Départementale de Maintien de l’Ordre (UDMO), le commissariat de Port-au-Prince, l’aéroport… les bandits étaient partout et ce n’était pas facile à gérer.»

    Widlore Mérancourt et Rolph Louis-Jeune for Ayibopost

    It is easy to criticize US/UN involvement in Haiti. But who will help in maintaining some sense of order? And how?