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  • Only to my doubt can I appeal


    How to Stay Alive as a Small Art Institution, Jenny Wu. Philanthropy Today/ArtReview.


    hatred glosses

    and evidence belies.
    ourselves but ourselves.

    – Cynthia Hogue

    That fire in the garden’s an illusion—
    the double of the fire that cheers this room.
    Now standing at the window in between them,
    I watch the spiked montbretia suddenly bloom
    and guess the glass is telling me a lie.
    But no, the flames are there. I can’t deny
    the evidence presented to my eye.
    Only to my doubt can I appeal
    for news of what is false and what is real.

    On Reflection, Anne Stevenson

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    “But what’s extraordinary to me is that Zoe doesn’t illustrate the border. She quietly inhabits it. She listens to it. And in doing so, with her strategy of repetition of various scenes and takes, she shows us how to see it–not as a curving line, but as a place.”

    José Esparza Chong Cuy on Zoe Leonard’s Al río / To the River in Chinati Foundation Newsletter Volume 31.

  • AG2026__1190556a or as much as you could carry

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    Epiphany No 1: […] you never knew what you were going to find and how much of it was going to be there. It was as if every record store, fleamarket and charity shop in the world had been connected by a searchable database and had flung their doors open, begging you to walk away with as much as you could carry for free.

    Epiphany No 3: File sharing is non-contextual. The cohesive vision of an album has been ditched in favour of the single or the playlist. Many people getting music online have no idea where something came from, nor do they care.

    Six File Sharing Epiphanies, Kenneth Goldsmith (2011)

  • patience, proportion, privacy

    Adam Gopnik on American sophistication.

    “Sophistication seems a shared longing more than a set style; it’s the desire to see the world shine brighter than it does while still knowing that all the light that shines from it is the light we bring to it. In a darkening time, maybe it isn’t so shabby an aspiration.”

    Also, on the shape of certain scandal. “that liberty required privacy to flourish” via Bernard Constant

    “The Constant reproach to the Königsberg case is that candor and confession can become cruelty by another name. The categorical Kantian, in turn, warns that the cult of privacy can shelter abuse, protecting the powerful from the scrutiny that might expose what they have done. The Prussian within us wants to force everything into the open, insisting that anyone with nothing to hide should be willing to put everything on display. Our inner Parisian wants to protect twilight concupiscence, believing it essential to civility. Between Prussian and Parisian lies a permanent argument of our moral modernity, unresolved and probably unresolvable. We can try to recognize malfeasance while resisting malice, but doing so requires patience, proportion, and case-by-case judgment—qualities made nearly impossible by the modern media, already emerging in Königsberg in the form of newspapers and helping to fuel the scandal there.”


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    SUSTAINING ALTERNATIVE WORLDS: ON COMEDY AND THE POLITICS OF REPRESENTATION A roundtable discussion with Lauren Berlant, Sianne Ngai, and Alenka Zupan?i?, moderated by the editors (Texte zur Kunst)

    Can’t Take a Joke, An interview with Lauren Berlant by Charlie Markbreiter. (The New Inquiry, )

    Comedy Has Issues, Lauren Berlant and Sianne Ngai, Critical Inquiry Volume 43, Number 2

  • Past Continuous

    The Met’s show on Jackson Pollock and Lee Krasner has reignited all sorts of debates about male genius, domestic labor, the artistic canon, and marital dues. Our chief art critic Johanna Fateman assembled three venerable critics—Julia Bryan-Wilson, Jarrett Earnest, and David Rimanelli—to share their thoughts, and they didn’t pull their punches. (Cultured)

    Lee Krasner, Past Continuous, 1976, oil, gouache, charcoal and paper collage on canvas, in 3 parts. Sothebys.

  • What really connects words and things?

    It was a November night of wind.
    Leaves tore past the window.
    God had the book of life open at PLEASURE

    and was holding the pages down in one hand
    because of the wind from the door.
    For I made their flesh as a sieve

    wrote God at the top of the page
    and then listed in order:
    Alcohol
    Blood
    Gratitude
    Memory
    Semen
    Song
    Tears
    Time.

    God’s List of Liquids, Anne Carson

    Glass, Irony, And God (p.52), 1995.


    What really connects words and things?

    Not much, decided my husband
    and proceeded to use language
    in the way that Homer says the gods do.
    All human words are known to the gods but have for them entirely other meanings
    alongside our meanings.
    They flip the switch at will.

    My husband lied about everything.

    The Beauty of the Husband: A Fictional Essay in 29 Tangos (2001) via Newyorker.

  • a hand rest in shadows

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    Dancing kneeling reaching out, letting   

    a hand rest in shadows.

    Legacy, Amiri Baraka