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  • in Praise of Bewilderment

    “How are you?”


               “I have no idea,”

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  • Aside

    The willingness to stay in the fathom–Popova

    I was in a band one summer

    we never could harmonize

    we smiled and kept playing

    we loved our united disunity

    a wild stubborn focus

    Auguries Cast Aside by CAConrad

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    imagined the blackness she was sinking into–TM

  • Jean-Luc Godard

    https://wetgeliscasualinterval.tumblr.com/post/694983429621792768/deux-ou-trois-choses-que-je-sais-delle-1966
    https://wetgeliscasualinterval.tumblr.com/post/694983444696006656/deux-ou-trois-choses-que-je-sais-delle-1966
    “Deux ou trois choses que je sais d’elle” (1966) by Jean-Luc Godard
    https://kiki-de-la-petite-flaque.tumblr.com/post/693030849690599424/alphaville-jean-luc-godard-1965

    Jean-Luc Godard Was Cinema’s North Star by Richard Brody, September 13, 2022, New Yorker.

  • ‘There will always be poetry.’

    Arjun’s dissenting voice murmured in her mind, ‘There will always be poetry.’

    […]

    forged together into a force that didn’t need an enemy to define it.

    […]

    We run on stories about things […] look at everything you have to work with and find a new shape.

    Babylon’s Ashes, James S. A. Corey
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    Untitled, 2016.
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  • intimacy with vastness

    The dreamer dreams, and her dream carries her deeper into intimacy with vastness.

    Leviathan Falls (The Expanse Book 9), James S. A. Corey
    Image from page 550 of "The American florist : a weekly journal for the trade" (1885)
    Image from page 550 of “The American florist : a weekly journal for the trade” (1885)

  • AG2022_2110801a stretches over the land

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    Blackness

    […]

    is a commitment

    […]

    stretches over the land

    […]

    The huge, the pungent object of our prime out-ride

    is to Comprehend,

    to salute and to Love the fact that we are Black,

    which is our “ultimate Reality,”

    which is the lone ground

    from which our meaningful metamorphosis,

    from which our prosperous staccato,

    group or individual, can rise.

    Primer For Blacks. Gwendolyn Brooks

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    I was patient with him because I found patience easier when there was no alternative.

    The Vital Abyss, The Expanse novella.