Human Cello, Charlotte Moorman and Nam June Paik performing John Cage's 26'1.1499" for a String Player, New York City, 1965
Portia Zvavahera (Zimbabwean, b. 1985)
Ndirikuda kubuda (I want to come out), 2021
Oil based printing ink and oil bar on canvas
That’s what interests me in poetry. That withholding, that white space, the pressure.
Maybe twice in my life, if I were lucky, have I wept from a poem. Get me near music and I can be bent into tears. It holds my heart and manipulates me more than poetry. Language itself, though, is at the top. Real speech: what people say and what’s withheld from being said is of the essence to me. In real speech, that which is withheld hurts. On the page, that which is withheld is the most pure form of speech.
That’s what interests me in poetry. That withholding, that white space, the pressure, and my long-term faith in violent concision, is still with me. When I feel most powerful, as a writer, is not in the art of composition. I feel I am at the mercy of the hour, the moment, or the eccentricities of my own circuitry. As an editor of my own work and others’, that is where I feel at my most powerful. I am Edward Scissorhands. For something—an image or a phrase to get to live in a poem, it has to be a big deal. Earned.
— Lucie Brock-Broido, in an interview with Ricardo Maldonado titled “Doing Wicked Things” in Guernica, November 1, 2013 (via Last Tambourine)
We are stacked like three spoons On top of a pillow we turn our faces together The forty-year-old-me in the middle grinds her teeth saying, I’m scared I’m scared ♦
Charles Long The Scattered Tamarack Steel, plaster, paper machè, Honey’s ashes, rust, and patina 137 x 46 x 34 inches 2004
The wounded child inside many males is a boy who, when he first spoke his truths, was silenced by paternal sadism, by a patriarchal world that did not want him to claim his true feelings. The wounded child inside many females is a girl who was taught from early childhood on that she must become something other than herself, deny her true feelings, in order to attract and please others. When men and women punish each other for truth telling we reinforce the notion that lies are better. To be loving we willingly hear each other’s truth and, most important, we affirm the value of truth telling. Lies may make people feel better, but they do not help them to know love.
— bell hooks, “All About Love: New Visions”
Caparison made for horse of Swedish King. Wool and silk, 1620.
"Indifference is futile. It really does not matter whether you wish or you do not wish. You can play pinball or not play pinball, someone, in any case, will come along and slip a twenty centime coin into the slot. You can believe, if you want, that by eating the same meal every day you are making a decisive gesture. But your refusal is futile. Your neutrality is meaningless. Your inertia is just as vain as your anger."
— Georges Perec, A Man Asleep
Cy Twombly, Untitled, [stage curtain for the Opéra Bastille, set of 6], 1986 [Centre Pompidou, Paris. © Cy Twombly Foundation, New York, NY. Photo: © Audrey Laurans/Centre Pompidou]
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What Places of Heaven, What Planets Directed, How Long the Effects? or, the General Accidents of the World (David Gatten, 2013)
Alexander Calder - Untitled, 1953, painted sheet metal, brass and wire, 16.5 x 16.5 x 7.6 cm
“Leisure, Hannah, Does Not Agree With You,” Hannah Gamble







