moksha

bliss of archive

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Aya Takano, hot banana fudge (2000)

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kiki smith

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kiki smith

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kiki smith

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excerpt from "Walking through Clear Water in a Pool Painted Black," cookie mueller

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irma vep (1996)

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another photo from viv

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my friend viv sent this to me

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2023 i gutted my first whole pomegranate

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“We must be engaged in this kind of writing, which calls others into mobilization, generating feelings within our audiences that cannot be dispersed through the act of reading, but must be carried out into collective action. You sit, you read something, you feel grief or anger or joy, you get it all out, you put it down, you go about business as usual—this is the coercive affective system that Craft insists upon. We must write in such a way that there is no business, there is no usual.”

Fargo Nissim Tbakhi, “Notes on Craft: Writing in the Hour of Genocide”

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tired of contemporary writing where the myth of subjectivity looms larger than the subject & becomes a bit, the writer-narrator-character winking at their audience-“self” under the plastic of gratuitous allusions & prosaic poetry — the sincerity of imagination unravels in service of spectacle, the spectacle of self-awareness, self-destruction, self-analysis, self-whatever

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Leonora Carrington, Who Art Thou, White Face, 1959