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Alhambra, Granada
Brilliance
by Mark Doty
Maggie’s taking care of a man who’s dying; he’s attended to everything, said goodbye to his parents,
paid off his credit card. She says Why don’t you just run it up to the limit?
but he wants everything squared away, no balance owed, though he misses the pets
he’s already found a home for — he can’t be around dogs or cats, too much risk. He says,
I can’t have anything. She says, A bowl of goldfish? He says he doesn’t want to start
with anything and then describes the kind he’d maybe like, how their tails would fan
to a gold flaring. They talk about hot jewel tones, gold lacquer, say maybe
they’ll go pick some out though he can’t go much of anywhere and then abruptly he says I can’t love
anything I can’t finish. He says it like he’s had enough of the whole scintillant world,
though what he means is he’ll never be satisfied and therefore has established this discipline,
a kind of severe rehearsal. That’s where they leave it, him looking out the window,
her knitting as she does because she needs to do something. Later he leaves a message:
Yes to the bowl of goldfish. Meaning: let me go, if I have to, in brilliance. In a story I read,
a Zen master who’d perfected his detachment from the things of the world remembered, at the moment of dying,
a deer he used to feed in the park, and wondered who might care for it, and at that instant was reborn
in the stunned flesh of a fawn. So, Maggie’s friend — Is he going out
Into the last loved object Of his attention? Fanning the veined translucence
Of an opulent tail, Undulant in some uncapturable curve Is he bronze chrysanthemums,
Copper leaf, hurried darting, Doubloons, icon-colored fins Troubling the water?
Istaravshan, Tajikistan
Happy Place - Line Holtegaard , 2024.
Danish , b, 1980 -
Oil and acrylic on canvas , 60 x 70 cm.
egg cell & scandinavian cave painting of the sun
Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, from “And What Good Will Your Vanity Be When The Rapture Comes”
Cardboard Cherry Tomatoes - Nico Heilijgers , 2025.
Dutch , b. 1964 -
Oil on panel , 30 x 40 cm.
https://www.instagram.com/timdamas/
Girls racing sheep in Aberystwyth, Wales. 1965.
JOSEPH HENRI FRANÇOIS VAN LERIUS - Moza, la Bohémienne (detail)
An accidental Magritte painting in Bundoora https://instagram.com/p/BWhVynelep0/
kurdish women lay a rug outside their home to dry [x]
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(c) gif by riverwindphotography