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Why not dwell in The Stone Chamber Where One Writes Exquisite Things or stay a while in The Pavilion for Prolonging Spring? Perhaps you might visit the Hall of Ancient Echoes, take in the view from The Tower Surrounded by Green or breathe deeply in Purified Fragrance Studio?
Why not dwell in The Stone Chamber Where One Writes Exquisite Things or stay a while in The Pavilion for Prolonging Spring? Perhaps you might visit the Hall of Ancient Echoes, take in the view from The Tower Surrounded by Green or breathe deeply in Purified Fragrance Studio?
Quietly, quietly.
Have been thinking same.
Feeling a little desperate over all of the things I can’t prevent.
Science is good. We should fund it.
Screenshot of the Artemis II capsule after splashdown, taken from the NASA live feed. A small triangular shape in the center of the image with round red inflatables that are meant to keep the capsule upright, against a dark sea dotted with tiny white reflections from waves.
Small capsule on a glittering dark sea.
Large arch in Paris wrapped in textile, with crowds below
Christo and Jeanne-Claude, L'Arc de Triomphe Wrapped, 2021
This is the kind of news I need.
This is why we need lesbians.
I’ve forgotten how to do whatever it was that I thought I was supposed to do and now the writing is writing itself.
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the pompon dog bed is big enough for all
A radical mermaid-like creature, a fish-dog (?), and a monkey in a hurry form an unlikely trio in a 17th-century Persian version of a medieval Arabic treatise: publicdomainreview.org/collection/m...
Wow! So sad!!
It’s just…
They shut me up in Prose—
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet—
Because they liked me “still”—
- Emily Dickinson, no 613
Leonora Carrington, Apr 6, 1917 - May 25, 2011
Leonora Carrington, British-Mexican (1917-2011), EI Nigromante, c. 1950, oil on canvas, 73.7 x 54.6 cm, private collection
A collection of plastic water bottles, partly filled with blue liquid, hanging from a cable like a necklace.
Tony Feher
Thank you!!
a 2011 photo of a 1998 cy twombly sculpture of a black colored bronze rose on top of a lumpy white rock stained with rust, atop a box neatly wrapped in fading purple now brownish velvet, with a cheaply engraved brass plaque on the face of the box, sitting on a white pedestal, probably in the dulwich picture gallery, the first place this sculpture was publicly exhibited.
I had this 1998 Cy Twombly sculpture in my tabs for so long, I forgot whose account of performative mystification at seeing it put it there in the first place. But baffled discovery isn't a bad way to experience a Twombly sculpture greg.org/archive/2026...
Oh wow, totally flattered.
As you probably know Iʻve spent years carrying Frank OʻHaraʻs Lunch Poems around with me, preferably in a pocket. The other day, I saw a copy on a table in one of my favorite New York spaces, Torn Page, and hereʻs what happened.
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What the Sirens sing in The Odyssey:
Dark days the bright gods willed,
Wounds you bore there,
Argos old soldiery
On Troy beach teeming,
Charmed out of time we see.
No life on earth can be
Hid from our dreaming.
"Not seeing rivers is also another way of dying.”
- Etel Adnan, Fog
manifold! / behind shut eyelid / a luminous continuum / banner any mind
-Ronald Johnson
Robert Smithson / Spirals, 1970
Looks like Herring Cove to me.
How are you? How are you doing in this time of war? With Etel Adnan, I’m feeling the iridescent inner chaos. Can I turn and face it?
Here is my most recent dharma talk from this past Sunday morning.
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How many ways to say this must end.