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    The Key. Tamara Nassar. “There are men who choose.”

    World Monitor.

  • Be attentive to plants

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    “Dear God, if he were to get out of this alive he would be attentive to his plants.”

    He forgot about the future and past.”

    (AS)

  • From the shores of oval oceans

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    Constance Debré was in conversation about her work with writer and critic Alice Blackhurst. (LRB, 2024)

    https://gacougnol.tumblr.com/post/75900136477/cecilia-bonilla-covered-collages

    Also, her website.

    A flock of dreams
    browse on Necropolis

    From the shores
    of oval oceans
    in the oxidized Orient

    Onyx-eyed Odalisques
    and ornithologists
    observe
    the flight
    of Eros obsolete

    And “Immortality”
    mildews …
    in the museums of the moon

    Lunar Baedeker, Mina Loy

  • AG2023_1023157a feels true

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    Tatiana Trouvé, 6 juillet – 12 octobre 2008. Frac des Pays de la Loire, Carquefou. Text by Eva Prouteau.

    “Les Modules « sont des lieux de travail et de concentration dont on ne sait précisément si la fonction consiste à recenser ou à produire les pensées ou les traces de l’activité de l’artiste – comme si la genèse en constituait également l’horizon.»

    […]

    Eléments enfouis de la mémoire qui font surface, à l’image des polders des Pays-Bas, zones côtières endiguées pour dérober les terres à la mer, « ces espaces en réduction restent énigmatiques parce que composés d’éléments faisant référence à des univers hétéroclites : de plus, leur changement d’échelle, optique, s’accompagne systématiquement de la redéfinition d’une logique d’espace. »

    Belief in a novel is, for me, a by-product of a certain kind of sentence.

    […]

    The sort of sentence that makes me feel – against all empirical evidence to the contrary – that what I am reading is, fictionally speaking, true. (ZS)

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    I measure every Grief I meet
    With narrow, probing, eyes –
    I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
    Or has an Easier size.

    I measure every Grief I meet, Emily Dickinson

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  • I am only the place where

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    Proton guides us through Google Photos. (2024)

    “this city’s brute capacity for gathering” Nick Laird (New York Elasticity) via Under the Banner of New York, Zadie Smith.

    Inside us live innumerable others;
    If I think or feel, I do not know
    Who is thinking or feeling.
    I am only the place
    Where feeling and thinking happen.

    I have more than one soul.
    There are more I’s than just I myself.
    And yet I remain completely
    Indifferent to them all.
    I silence them: I speak.

    The crisscrossing impulses
    Of what I feel and don’t feel
    Argue inside the person I am.
    I ignore them. They dictate nothing
    To the me I know I am: I write.

    219, Ricardo Reis, translated by Margaret Jull Costa and Patricio Ferrari

  • Lived out unmeasured

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    I do not want to remember or to know myself.
    We just get in the way if we look into who we are.
    Not knowing we are alive
    Is quite enough of life.

    The hour in which we live is just as alive
    As we are, and also equally dead
    When it passes along with us
    As we pass along with it.

    If knowing this is of no help in knowing this
    (Because otherwise, what’s the point of knowing ourselves?),
    The best life is the life
    Lived out unmeasured.

    112, Ricardo Reis, translated by Margaret Jull Costa and Patricio Ferrari.