Works in progress
Tipico Antigüeño
we must tap the well of our own collective imaginations
An ordering of imaginaries felt in the here and now
AG2023_2120456a or as fresh as I remember

“It’s your daughter, Mom! Want to say
hello to Rita?” My surprise each time
that he still asks, believes in asking.“Hello, Rita.” A good day, then;
Eurydice, Turning by Rita Dove (Playlist for the Apocalypse); via On Being 041122.
the voice as fresh as I remember.
I close my eyes to savor it
AG2023_1055822a or ground the potential

“We tend to be reckless or forgetful of plants, but they ground the potential for multicellular animals like us. Without them, we’re lost”
“all life as we understand it persists by drawing on its environment”
“There’s at least as much suffering as pleasure and as much distress as tenderness in the evolution of life” (MC)
Something I Can Never Have – The String Quartet Tribute to Nine Inch Nails’ Pretty Hate Machine via Westworld.



