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“To write by fragments: the fragments are then so many stones on the perimeter of a circle.”
— Roland Barthes by Roland Barthes
Otto Lilienthal
The critique of violence must begin with a critique of seeing, Butler wrote. What allows one life to be visible in its precariousness and its need for shelter and what keeps us from seeing other lives in that way? It is our inability to see what we see that is of critical concern.
Sarah Sentilles, Draw Your Weapons {174}
Dust storm on Mars, dust storm in Texas.
On the 1935 Dust Storm:
“ Leland Fox, 10, his step-sister, Corinne Weeden, 10, and their dog passed an entire night by this thistle and dust-clogged fence row in vicinity of their home near Hugoton, Kans. They became lost while hunting in a field for arrowheads. Some 100 persons joined in the searching party. After a night in the storm, punctuated by coyote howls, Leland made his way to aid. “
Lillian Gish in The Wind (1928, dir. Victor Sjöström) (via)
heavy and shakes itself, heavy and shakes itself
A scene from the first production of En Attendant Godot, Paris, 1953.
First photograph of a comet. Image obtained by Jules Janssen on June, 30, 1881. (dry plate, 30 min exposure).
CARSON ... I think that’s what poems are supposed to do, and I think it’s what the ancients mean by imitation. When they talk about poetry, they talk about mimesis as the action that the poem has, in reality, on the reader. Some people think that means the poet takes a snapshot of an event and on the page you have a perfect record. But I don’t think that’s right; I think a poem, when it works, is an action of the mind captured on a page, and the reader, when he engages it, has to enter into that action. And so his mind repeats that action and travels again through the action, but it is a movement of yourself through a thought, through an activity of thinking, so by the time you get to the end you’re different than you were at the beginning and you feel that difference. INTERVIEWER So it’s an act. CARSON It’s an action. It’s a practice.
Anne Carson, The Paris Review Interview
Hackney Shed by Office Sian in London, England.
Dream space.
Morning Cools
Celan … chose to protest from inside German, in “death-rattling,” “quarreling” words. Though he spoke numerous other languages (Romanian, Russian, French), and though he had written previously in Romanian, he nevertheless decided to remain in German, which he broke and reclaimed. German, for Celan, was the language that had to “pass through its own answerlessness, pass through frightful muting, pass through the thousand darknesses of death-bringing speech.” Why break a language? To wake it up. “We sleep in language,” writes Robert Kelly, “if language does not come to wake us with its strangeness.”
Ilya Kaminsky, ‘Of Strangeness that Wakes Us’
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Robert Häusser, Peripherie, 1953 (oysteros)
In Spain, it was discovered that the supervisor of a wastewater treatment plant had not attended work for at least six years, but had reportedly spent that time becoming an expert in the works of seventeenth-century Dutch philosopher Baruch Spinoza.
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Harper’s Weekly Review
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