adriana c grant

Sep 26
debpoe:

and then there was the dark sky before us

debpoe:

and then there was the dark sky before us


Sep 22

hyperallergic:

The protests don’t stop … tomorrow is #FloodWallStreet … a mass civil disobedience protest in Manhattan’s Financial District


Sep 20

Tender Buttons [A Chair]

A suitable establishment, well housed, practical, patient and staring, a suitable bedding, very suitable and not more particularly than complaining, anything suitable is so necessary.

A fact is that when the direction is just like that, no more, longer, sudden and at the same time not any sofa, the main action is that without a blaming there is no custody.

Practice measurement, practice the sign that means that really means a necessary betrayal, in showing that there is wearing.

Hope, what is a spectacle, a spectacle is the resemblance between the circular side place and nothing else, nothing else.

To choose it is ended, it is actual and more than that it has it certainly has the same treat, and a seat all that is practiced and more easily much more easily ordinarily.

Pick a barn, a whole barn, and bend more slender accents than have ever been necessary, shine in the darkness necessarily. Actually not aching, actually not aching, a stubborn bloom is so artificial and even more than that, it is a spectacle, it is a binding accident, it is animosity and accentuation.

If the chance to dirty diminishing is necessary, if it is why is there no complexion, why is there no rubbing, why is there no special protection.

From Tender Buttons (1914) by Gertrude Stein. This poem is in the public domain. Via poetsorg. 

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Jul 27
Wendy Artin, Detail, Alex Curl, 2006, charcoal on Coventry Rag,
32” x 55”, 2006

Wendy Artin, Detail, Alex Curl, 2006, charcoal on Coventry Rag,

32” x 55”, 2006


Jul 25
Vera Pavlova's If There Is Something to Desire via Elmira Elvazova
(with apologies for the repost from I-don’t-know-when ago).

Vera Pavlova's If There Is Something to Desire via Elmira Elvazova

(with apologies for the repost from I-don’t-know-when ago).


Jul 24
Morning walk: accidental and unedited. 
July 24, 7:21 a.m.
Somerville, Mass

Morning walk: accidental and unedited.

July 24, 7:21 a.m.

Somerville, Mass


Jul 23
Poetry

East Jerusalem

July 22, 2014
lord it is not your silence that bulldozes but promiscuous thunder
            not for one only, the pillar of cold butter     the paper crown and infinite tokens
 
land that i will show you     sayeth the billboard to the highway
            each prophet turned to the other and said     what was the question?
 
the house I built with my teeth is     become your sandcastle     blessed
            is he who dashes his head on the wall     a newborn child
 
my heart is no boombox    though I shoulder it from beach to beach
            though its lo-fi speaker bleats     a phoned-in vulgate of your sickest jams
 
volume lower than the lowest of the earth     lord of waves therefore
            end this lip-to-lip service     these remixed messages
 
in the school yard we put out with a fire-extinguisher that fire
who was a boy, who said your name before he started screaming
 
hear us O lord and shut your fucking mouth     you who have given
            your word to every mother like a business card
 
like sunlight     a child in every town     we are not asking for the moon

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