DECEMBER 2021
“poem of my rights” as anthem. alone not being the point
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
harunomi hosono conversing quiet and circumstance
I can’t
say I understand
your feeling totally.
But I remembered
being your age.
a poem is an eyeglass, is a lightbulb, is a riddle, is a pair of handcuffs, is a brick, is a cutting of papers, is a dissolution of words, is a compartment, is a visual medium
david ligare: classicism, tender reproduction, abstracted by time rather than style, finesse, simultaneous order
something musical between two houses in mexico city
the verge of distance coming and being here
I want to live
to be ninety-five, too, and still be assembling
words into music and truth.
Is she more apparent because she is not
anymore forever?
ego, precision, knowing when you see it, acute awareness of one’s own intelligent presence touching the objects of the world, paying attention to being alive, happiness, simple happiness, it is a talent and a gift to be able to live like this: jack gilbert in the art of poetry
madeline gins and the semantic subversion of object-words; the extraordinary will to see nothingness
to live forever by living now, as if eternity is a tactile sensation
Patience is truly my device, as we wait
for the past to happen, which is to come into
the open. As I expect it to, daily. . .
I don’t expect the light
to save me, but I do believe
in the ritual.
jorge luis borges on the last full moon of the year
elegy and desacralisation in hong lei’s still lifes of imperial beauty, silent mutiny, and transposing symbols of reverence into questions
encounters of extreme violence and extreme beauty in jiang zhi’s flames and flowers: the form which we know as loveliness meeting the formlessness we know as destruction
I thought and at any moment
someone might fall in love with me I was
that woven into the electric
cold bright air
inherent mythology of objects in yang haegue’s sculptures between liquidity and solidity, the capturing of industry and craft turning on one another, a vulnerable arrangement
william bailey’s eggs, mystery austerity of household representation. the inside/outside dialectic, the vessel being the content, the rhythm of a dreaming interference
laura letinsky and the knowledge of after, the invocation of narrative and order to a tapestry of seeing, the sense of living in the middle of things despite the linear sensation of standing at the very beginning of time coming, or the very end of time past. the urgency of being able to tell the story of how we got here
