casuelero

[posttheory]

untitled Mark Armijo McKnight

[altaring]

Why when you name something it moves quicker

[eesirachs]

‘have you final requests, for me, elisha?’ elijah turns to him, and then they cross the river, the only two men of god raised together. ‘only,’ elisha responds, ‘that i receive your ruaḥ.’ your life, your exhaling—one half and the next of it, he requests. neither have known love like this. ‘i’ll give that,’ elijah replies, ‘if you vow to remain with me, a voyeur of my going.’ they know that this is their last morning together. elisha vows, then the lord takes elijah. this is cruel of him, gorey, vile. ‘my father,’ elisha reaches for him. he’s not referring to the lord in this, though; he knows the feel of fatherhood only through elijah. for the rest of his life, elisha hates the lord for this—for feeling less like a father, for having raised him into loss, for hearing that vow and giving in, fucking them for it

[garadinervi]

Cover of the first and only issue of «Arturo» – Revista de Artes Abstractas, with cover art by Tomás Maldonado. Buenos Aires, 1944 [The Getty Research Institute, 1358-651. © Tomás Maldonado]

[casuelero]

Dánae teje el tiempo dorado por el Nilo.

[casuelero]

Ángel de la jiribilla, ruega por nosotros. Y sonríe. Obliga a que suceda. Enseña una de tus alas, lee: Realízate, cúmplete, sé anterior a la muerte. Repite: Lo imposible al actuar sobre lo posible, engendra un posible en la infinidad. Ya la imagen ha creado una causalidad, es el alba de la era poética entre nosotros. Ahora ya sabemos que la única certeza se engendra en lo que nos rebasa.

José Lezama Lima

[eesirachs]

how do you know that the exile has ended?

your garden grows

[antronaut]

Enzo Cucchi - Il Re (2004)

oil on canvas 50 x 67 cm

[larchcoin]

gay guys dont seem to like art that isnt just some form of porn and like i think at one point pornography was bold but were living in onlyfans times. its not even bold to expose yourself physically at this point. its recreational

[casuelero]

Catherine Murphy, Xmas Lights, 2007, Oil on canvas 52x59 1/2"

[ripempezardexerox]

“The weirder you’re going to behave, the more normal you should look. It works in reverse, too. When I see a kid with three or four rings in his nose, I know there is absolutely nothing extraordinary about that person.”

P.J. O'Rourke

[fragrantblossoms]

Edward Weston. Untitled [retablo of the Trinity (scourged Christ, God the Father with globe, and Spirit dove) and Virgin Mary behind window], 1926.

[fragrantblossoms]

Edward Weston. La Palanca, 1926.

Edward Weston. Pulquería Painting, Mexico, 1926.

[julianahuxtable]

“Rituals of cleansing Flits to doored wells Ineffable sacrifice of freedom to fail A prayer in puncture that predestination Will offer a valiant love when immured To remnant, I pray, transmute to vestige Besot the incoherent prose of my gap So that I my again be rotund and coquettish And with my love float limpid and rapt Is the function of flesh, Oh, my love To glint in pored parable the verge of will To spite the psychoanalysts’ drives Over bosoms, desiccate mouth to quivering, hallowed quill Which is all to say in the form of a suckling ask Which is to fetter the direct to the chaos of attunement To arpeggiate the wind at the joints of a body The mouthpiece in writing the peal of the bell The eternal intermittence of a slip in form, From the prism of geist In the schism of decay A single ray split to filament ensemble Speckles of disco on a sweat covered face odor of a body in a perspiring place [sinking odor from a perspired place] A burbling impatience says ‘Fix It, Lord!’ Semiurgy of somatic texts Is where alchemy and intimacy Proselytize as one Blithely asking the senses to surrender Or, rather for involution At demand of the sun As skin, as water weight as the density of a slug Tightening and embracing fibrous tissue of a scar Intoxicated by the scale which brings us closer in thirst Our mutant ideals in heel with their forms Our mystic phenomenology disentangling from time Diving from the prosaic tactility of truth Suddenly emerge as the surface of plenitude Wading through the reflected glances from you”

— XO, JULIANA HUXTABLE

[casuelero]

Todo lo cotidiano resultaba aborrecible, solo hay un lugar donde vivir, el imposible

[ripempezardexerox]

Una película es buena usualmente por lo que oculta y no por lo que muestra

[casuelero]

Mariela Castro Espín photographed by Andres Serrano (2012)