( via / oil painting by me )

The Last Evening of May.

Heydar Aliyev Center in Baku.

( via / via )

Illustrated letters.

"dork catnip"

mindstained dawnlights tarry
turn in at the stern cutout
vacuole my workplace
away with drab habits
mindstained lost myst'ries
mud quarry & dark font

"Even as they stretched Victor Turner’s original anthropological concept to its breaking point, the young and extremely online who were redefining it in realtime were also breathing new life into the term, responding not only to quarantine, but a host of anxieties and longings about the real but ephemeral, everywhere-and-nowhere digital space we dwell in."

"Two hands in their circular mimicry of pursuit cannot dissemble the face behind them that in deadly earnest hunts us down." —𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑘 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑢𝑚

"Chamberlain conducted his residency [...] as a form of trickster performance art, at one point circulating a famous memo to the baffled (and eventually hostile) think tank staff reading 'I’m searching for ANSWERS. Not questions! If you have any, will you please fill in below, and send them to me in Room 1138'."

( via / me )

How Could a Stadium Sink?

"Chateaubriand is unpopular. I think it certain that now nobody reads him but me." —Lisa Robertson

Liminal Poem for Martin Gardner.

i write this
not even for me
& justice
that plant in need of repotting
pliant tinned ever-pit
finny manifesto
forcibly downed corsned

All hail the squeegee.