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Manhattan, NYC
And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban nights are like the night there. I have looked down across the city from high windows. It is then that the great buildings lose reality and take on their magical powers. They are immaterial; that is to say, one sees but the lighted windows. Squares after squares of flame, set and cut into the Aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.
Ezra Pound, “Patria Mia”
Brooklyn, NY
Ezra Klein: Why American Jews No Longer Understand Each Other
Ezra Klein: Why American Jews No Longer Understand Each Other
Manhattan, NYC
Manhattan, NYC
Brooklyn, NY
Brooklyn, NY
Brooklyn, NY
Brooklyn, NY
I’ve been working on a piece about my March, 2018 visit to the Salton Sea since at least later that year. It’s not just that it’s an experience I’ve mythologized in my memory, but also that my excursion doesn’t reflect how much different Bombay Beach has become since I was there. It’s forced me to rethink much of what I had in mind for the piece, to tell of an experience devoid of the sort of artification the area has experienced in the years since then. I bring this up on the off chance that I eventually complete the thing. Perhaps this shift will be the bump I need to wrap it up. We’ll see.
I’ve been working on a piece about my March, 2018 visit to the Salton Sea since at least later that year. It’s not just that it’s an experience I’ve mythologized in my memory, but also that my excursion doesn’t reflect how much different Bombay Beach has become since I was there. It’s forced me to rethink much of what I had in mind for the piece, to tell of an experience devoid of the sort of artification the area has experienced in the years since then. I bring this up on the off chance that I eventually complete the thing. Perhaps this shift will be the bump I need to wrap it up. We’ll see.
Brooklyn, NY
Brooklyn, NY
Ghazal by Agha Shagid Ali
Ghazal by Agha Shagid Ali | Poetry Foundation
The god of small things is not consoled in real time.
Friendly reminder: the brain is not a computer, the body is not a machine.
Friendly reminder: the brain is not a computer, the body is not a machine.
Brooklyn, NY
Brooklyn, NY
Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices
Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices
📷: solitude
