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    lose himself in the mechanics of the ordinary (CK)

  • I dissent the erosion of the imaginary

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    I dissent the egregious display of power, poor governance, lack of empathy, little disregard for life and the living, the reluctance to help those in need, the militarization of public space, the inherent threat in the display of might and potentiality to cause great harm, the unnecessary and aggressive measures as claims of defending sovereignty, the regressive moves against our heterogeneous and complex communities, the erosion of the social, practices of community, justice, democracy, and civility.

  • in proportion

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    … abstract form holds meaning
                  beyond words

      
    I turn the pages

    – Brian Teare

    Putting Things In Proportion, Kay Ryan

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    The longing to stay, to reach out and touch her was deep (CK)

  • the patina of your childhood

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    Port-au-Prince, 2015

    It’s rust you need to remember: the smell
    of summer rain on the sidewalk
    and the patina on wrought-iron railings on your front porch
    with rust patches on them, and the smell

    of fresh mowed grass and gasoline and sweat
    of your childhood …

    Que Sera Sera, A. Van Jordan

  • slightly greater things

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    limited utopias uphold the practice of artmaking as a performance of non-fulfillment

    … deputize for political thought the collection of formal, rhetorical, and tropological maneuvers

    Paulò majora canamus—let us sing, of slightly greater things.

    -AN

    ICE’s War on Home, (LRB). “… at once an autonomous phenomenon and a continuation of the George Floyd rebellion of 2020 and the student-led campaign against the war on Gaza.”

  • AG_1020129ac or time to sit quiet, face to face with thee

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    I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

    Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

    To-day the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

    Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

    Gitanjali 5, Rabindranath Tagore

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    going over small things like these.