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“The game is afoot.”
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TAIRA Ryuji(平竜二 Japanese, b.1960)
Platinum Palladium Print on Japanese Gampi Paper via
Janet Little Jeffers
"sheltered by the tangled branches that our sticks could not dislodge" mobile photograph, 2015
Image © Bill Reynolds, Sticky Artist at Sticky Cat Studios.
“ Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on.”
- Henry Rollins
“Like all magnificent things, it’s very simple.” — Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting moments ago, just now… mobile photography, 2015 (minimally edited)
Image © Bill Reynolds, Sticky Artist at Sticky Cat Studios.
“What will happen to our Tweets after we die?"
Join us 9/26 for an evening with Lin Hixson and Matthew Goulish, presented as part of the series The Persistence of Performance.
[Rosemary Lee. Ascending Fields. 1992. Courtesy of the artist. © Hugo Glendinning]
Seated after breakfast In this white-tiled cabin Arabs call the House where Everybody goes, Even melancholics Raise a cheer to Mrs. Nature for the primal Pleasure She bestows.
Sex is but a dream to Seventy-and-over, But a joy proposed un- -til we start to shave: Mouth-delight depends on Virtue in the cook, but This She guarantees from Cradle unto grave.
Lifted off the potty, Infants from their mothers Hear their first impartial Words of worldly praise: Hence, to start the morning With a satisfactory Dump is a good omen All our adult days.
Revelation came to Luther in a privy (Crosswords have been solved there) Rodin was no fool When he cast his Thinker, Cogitating deeply, Crouched in the position Of a man at stool.
All the arts derive from This ur-act of making, Private to the artist: Makers’ lives are spent Striving in their chosen Medium to produce a De-narcissus-ized en- During excrement.
Freud did not invent the Constipated miser: Banks have letter boxes Built in their façade Marked For Night Deposits, Stocks are firm or liquid, Currencies of nations Either soft or hard.
Global Mother, keep our Bowels of compassion Open through our lifetime, Purge our minds as well: Grant us a king ending, Not a second childhood, Petulant, weak-sphinctered, In a cheap hotel.
Keep us in our station: When we get pound-notish, When we seem about to Take up Higher Thought, Send us some deflating Image like the pained ex- -pression on a Major Prophet taken short.
(Orthodoxy ought to Bless our modern plumbing: Swift and St. Augustine Lived in centuries When a stench of sewage Made a strong debating Point for Manichees.)
Mind and Body run on Different timetables: Not until our morning Visit here can we Leave the dead concerns of Yesterday behind us, Face with all our courage What is now to be.
~ WH Auden, The Geography of the House (About the House), 1965 during morning doggeh business mobile digital photography, 2015 Image © Bill Reynolds, Sticky Artist at Sticky Cat Studios.
Each wound healed lays bare another.
We use words to understand each other and even, sometimes, to find each other. Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are. Your questions are false if you already know the answer.
José Saramago, [three disparate fragments]
I have that dream too, sometimes, and feel it too, but hold to hope (not so easy as once used to be) the thought is not the thing.
Bill Reynolds, Sticky Artist at Sticky Cat studios
...to examine yourself you would have to put other things into question - society, everything that surrounds you...
Countess Erzie Karolyi (Budapest), “Part 1 - Happiness Machines” (Century of the Self, Adam Curtis), 2002
We dance a little and promise each other that all roads lead somewhere.
Lisel Mueller, from “The Web’‘. (via punlovsin)
“...to some wild, secret cove not yet possessed, a place still innocent of us.”
“It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There’s almost no such thing as ready. There’s only now. And you may as well do it now. I mean, I say that confidently as if I’m about to go bungee jumping or something - I’m not. I’m not a crazed risk taker. But I do think that, generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.”
Hugh Laurie (via juliafae)
"A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows." ― Doug Larson
I have great love for weeds. Seriously. I let my yard grow beautifully wild until forced tame it." ― Sticky Artist at Sticky Cat Studios