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  • el paisaje y el pan

    “And that my veins don’t end in me
    but in the unanimous blood
    of those who struggle for life,
    love,
    little things,
    landscape and bread”

    -Roque Dalton, Como Tú, translated by Jack Hirschman.


    I.W.W. Hat Card  (LOC)
    Title from data provided by the Bain News Service on the negative. Date from similar Bain negative: LC-B2-3016-14.
    Photo shows man wearing hat with card “Bread or revolution” at IWW (Industrial Workers of the World) rally in Union Square, New York City on April 11, 1914. (Source: Flickr Commons project, 2010 and New York Times, April 12, 1914)
    Forms part of: George Grantham Bain Collection (Library of Congress).

    A poem = A loaf of bread, via O, Miami and Zak the Baker, this October.

  • OctoberDocument092218sla-page033a+architecture

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    https://www.tumblr.com/garadinervi/730375098766376960/gunta-st%C3%B6lzl-wall-hanging-wool-silk
    https://www.tumblr.com/darquitectura/614442147958095872/alvar-aalto-sein%C3%A4joen-kaupungintalo-1962

    “what I am saying right now is secretly built over

                  a love poem, the fossils of a cupola,

    pink buildings with red hyphens and dashes

                  and three red dots …” (Alexandria Peary, The Architecture of a Love Poem)

  • The world turned to prose

    “a concept of everyday life that is specifically modern and that is primarily a category of capitalism, of capitalism’s proliferation of distinct, structured, specialized activities and its intensification, especially after World War II, of the social division of labor. “Everyday life,” properly speaking, first comes into being only at the moment, midway through the nineteenth century, when European cities begin to swell with the arrival of large numbers of newcomers, the moment—and this is crucial— when Marx conceptualized and systematized the “work day” of the wage laborer. When the lived experience of those new urban dwellers became organized, channeled, and codified into a set of repetitive and hence visible patterns, when markets became common between the provinces and the capital, when everything— work hours, money, miles, calories, minutes— became calculated and calculable, and when objects, people, and the relations between them changed under the onslaught of such quantification, then and only then and only there, in the large Western metropolises, did the world, in Lefebvre’s words, “turn to prose.”” (Kristin Ross, The Politics and Poetics of Everyday Life)


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  • AG2019_1810656a or instead a synecdoche of me

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    “… a synecdoche of me,

    or possibly metonymy”
    (Robert Wrigley, Figure)

  • AG2023_1067289a or if you make them so

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    “Limitations are style if you make them so.”
    “Because true collaborators in this life are rare.”
    (Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow)

  • Salut!

    https://birdbird.tumblr.com/post/730120361159639040/s-h-e-e-r-tadao-andos-bourse-de-commerce

    “… I am

    puzzled with the battered glamour of this city

    built for electric illuminations, swift flirtations,

    as I follow the paths to dead poets shaped in solemn statuary …”

    Patricia Spears Jones, “Femme du monde

  • Nomura

    https://birdbird.tumblr.com/post/730021852894969856/sakiko-nomura-fate-in-spring-fate-in
    https://hauntedbystorytelling.tumblr.com/post/171659119972/sakiko-nomura-the-war-and-a-woman-2017-from
    https://www.tumblr.com/sophi-aubrey/182549555359/sakiko-nomura
  • AG2023_1066785a or kinds of things

    AG2023_1066785a, amsterdam

    “works of art have an ontology distinct if not wholly divided from other kinds of things in the world” (AN)