via Narcos (Netflix).
Rilke : “Death is our friend precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love” via Popova.
Jason Hirata and Park McArthur, Lot C. 11 July?–?8 November 2026.
Incurva, curated by Saim Demircan. There is a checklist and floorplan.
Isabella Marie Garcia on Bakehouse and Wynwood Norte (Prism)
Spain, 2026 World Cup champion.
Ben Eastham on Reba Maybury and Lucy McKenzie’s Pervert or Detective?, edited by Fredi Fischli and Niels Olsen with an afterword by Susan Finlay, was published by no place press in 2025. It accompanied an exhibition on view at Ca’Buccari, Venice. (e-flux)
When used to camouflage a deeper conservatism, which is so often the function of cliché, the phrasing reassures readers that their engagement with the work of art in question affirms their opposition to the injustice they might recently have observed in the world, might even be feeling guilty about. Aesthetic experience is reconciled with ethical principle, pleasure equated with virtue, the beautiful made consistent with the good.
In the conversation at the heart of this book, [the] artists … dismantle this comforting delusion.
That “perversion” … carries the implication of a desire that cannot be subordinated to any ethical framework.
Art might in turn alert us to the “violence in which we live,” as McKenzie puts it, and lead us to establish creative spaces—subcultures—outside of those strictures.
By decoupling art from received morality, they reclaim it as an arena in which hierarchies and social norms can be brought into question without repercussion.
Only by expressing our unconscious desires and then measuring them against abstract ideals of the good can we approach self-knowledge and establish a workable politics.
The right to make my dreams come true,
I ask, nay, I demand of life,
Nor shall fate’s deadly contraband
Impede my steps, nor countermand;
Too long my heart against the ground
Has beat the dusty years around,
And now at length I rise! I wake!
And stride into the morning break!
Calling Dreams, Georgia Douglas Johnson
And who delivers the worst?
Schwartz: I didn’t love Zendaya as Athena, the only deity depicted onscreen. There is a heaviness and sorrow to that wise, ingenious goddess that obscured the character’s power and playfulness—a choice made by Nolan, no doubt to emphasize his dark themes.
Brody: All of these actors are professionals, charismatic and persuasive; when a performance is off, it’s usually the director’s fault, as here, with Matt Damon, in the lead role of Odysseus. He portrays the character, as per Nolan’s script, as a reserved, terse, inexpressive, stoic American soldier—it’s not Damon’s fault that his performance, however committed and skillful, suggests nothing of the sly ruses and scheming quickness that mark Homer’s complex hero.
via an interview with Caroline Mimbs Nyce, New Yorker Newsletter editor
A person protests to fate:
“The things you have caused
me most to want
are those that furthest elude me.”
Fate nods.
Fate is sympathetic.
To tie the shoes, button a shirt,
are triumphs
for only the very young,
the very old.
During the long middle:
conjugating a rivet
mastering tango
training the cat to stay off the table
preserving a single moment longer than this one
continuing to wake whatever has happened the day before
and the penmanships love practices inside the body.
A Person Protests to Fate, Jane Hirshfield
I don’t know what to do
????? ????? two states of mind in me
51: I don’t know what to do, translated by Anne Carson
I have had not one word from her
Frankly I wish I were dead.
When she left, she wept
a great deal; she said to
me, This parting must be
endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly.”
I said, “Go, and be happy
but remember (you know
well) whom you leave shackled by love
If you forget me, think
of our gifts to Aphrodite
and all the loveliness that we shared
all the violet tiaras,
braided rosebuds, dill and
crocus twined around your young neck
Sappho
Sunshine and shadow play amid the trees
In bosky groves, while from the vivid sky
The sun’s gold arrows fleck the fields at noon,
Where weary cattle to their slumber hie.
How sweet the music of the purling rill,
Trickling adown the grassy hill!
While dreamy fancies come to give repose
When the first star of evening glows.
July, Henrietta Cordelia Ray
The Formalist on Bridget Hoffman.
Nicole Combeau: When we Surrender.
England vs Argentina (Messi), 1 – 2
https://id.rijksmuseum.nl/200612824
You can fall in love
in a museum, but only
with the art
or its silence—or the stranger
you don’t mean to follow
…
Diptych, Kevin Young
[the] use [of] the structural productivity of ambivalence in order to make better forms of life
Would inhabiting this help us open better imaginaries for jolting the good life into being … ?
build something out of actively shared energy to feel more optimistic about the world
(LB)
Relationships annealed through shared ambivalences.
Ongoing, Jenny Xie
to build worlds … without reproducing property relations, while continuing to reproduce other abjecting hierarchies related to class, race, and beauty. (LB)