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So every

so often and

perhaps too

often we choose

to let bygones

be as soon as

it’s too late to

take recourse

to inaction

as let be

in perpetuity

#milton avery #sea and sand dunes

the doctor bread’s

nothing more

than a

red loaf

lump and plump

like an upturned

beetle shell

the doctor’s brought

nothing more

than a silly note

slashed with a butter knife

scribbled with mistakes

ketchuped with mustard

no drips just streaks

#georg baselitz #doktor brot #doctor bread

sticking with

the I

can’t see I’m

growing weary

of trying

story

#Samuel Beckett #film #buster keaton

growing up in-between

and out of the familiar setup

in the same silly getup

less silly now that we find ourselves

missing it not for what it was trying to be

but for what we wanted it to become

for us and us alone

since it remains all that we know

I’ve come away with something more through

forgetting what it was we were holding onto.

#jeffrey deitch #richard woods #super tudor

Yes yes yes N with a nod

so we’ve been told

to quiver in agreeance

while stowing away the pert assets

that strike O relentlessly--arrests--

because E is so sharp

and impliable so much

less so than am I

#claudia angelmaier #works on paper #La petite Baigneuse #ingres

why i had even bothered

i can’t begin to say: to

have noticed the drip-drop

of the incessant wringing

while the crucible collected quietly

as if immune to it all

the ram’s rearing

the lava mounting

the car swerving and turning

and the awkward postures

assumed by meaningful wincing

would have been to have

said that nothing could have

gone unheard

#joan jonas #tilda swinton #volcano sagas

there was the trepidation of

stumbling noticeably over things you

supposedly were over but weren’t

and so you fell and instantly

felt sorry for crushing upon impact

that helpless thing that didn’t

have anything to do with anything that had

made you feel so out of touch with

what it was that had left you too ill to

face the insurmountable burden of

what you thought was behind you but

was in fact still there and still is in fact

staring at you flatly in the face as if to say

you should’ve known better

so you paused to pick it up and gave it

a tender squeeze but it was already

too much and between your tips you found

yourself holding a smally smeared life

#jonas wood #the still life

this is the resistance:

a mutable cacophony

of the unspoken

paid in respect

to the bottled and to the broken

for the sake of clarity

#terry winters #Böhm Chapel #Jablonka Galeri

tiredness spared

for another

long ride

back home

since every

slice of bread is

a bottle of beer

#ed ruscha #cross

there will only be remnants

of footsteps in the snow

and sand alike after the sun

hides away and the wind

spares the dimpled surface

shaped like the moon’s

holey skin hardened

by enviable aloneness

#alex hay #sidewalk prints #cross

it’s synonymous

with being

swamped. bogged

down. stuck.

drowning. already

sunken. rendered wholly

incapacitated. celestial

estrangement. these far-reaching

statuesque limbs

loom and kneel

towards one-an-other

over the seething

silence of still water

undrinkable yet rife

with fecundity and life.

#peter doig #swamped

since such

as such

should be

taken

as such

as much

as such

shall seem

to mean

so it

shall be.

so it

is so

#jannis kounellis #untitled

it is virtually

impossible to see

anywhere else but here:

through one of these planar

panels of pixels, no dust

or cracks fall through

these plains to slip and grapple

with the movement

of the blue

#helen frankenthaler #moveable blue

There is a fine line

between here and space

the inner being and the outer space

between being here and being out there

or.something.or.other. For lack of the positive

there will be in its place its negative.

There are fine lines that grow

wider over time and become slowly wholly

a bonafide hole unto itself. And

always there is the indiscernible

edge that at once crosses out borders and

shuts them out.

#david smith #spray paint #6-59

who knew that john ashbery knew

how to cut and paste?

#john ashbery #motor court #collage

there is a moment

of disbelief - suspended

as if half-floating, half-drowning

that is suddenly re-grounded

where there is no un-seeing

to re-displace it again since

it has fixed itself to its meaning

the way that naivety slips

precariously

into jadedness - hardening

fully more devoutly

over wispy

bouts of time.

#michelangelo pistoletto #minus objects

tossed in

with the bittiest pinch of dirt

standing in a pasture

lying in a plate

dancing in a dish

flower petals hunched over

find that they

are see through too

creases or not seeing

always what we will to see

through thinning veils

making more clear

how far we really are

#jane freilicher

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