Apotheosis of Nike -- "Baltimore has spoken" | A graphic novel on a wall about Nike Airs, and, bottom right, in
a panel from real life, a street memorial to a man named Randolph
Washington. He became Baltimore's 326th homicide victim of 2017 on
December 9, shot in the head at 11 one morning in the rain. Still, the cartoon work is quite remarkable.: photo by Andrew Murr, 11 January 2018
Via Sparano, Bari: photo by Gianni DG, 10 January 2018
Via Sparano, Bari: photo by Gianni DG, 10 January 2018
Via Sparano, Bari: photo by Gianni DG, 10 January 2018
D.H. Lawrence: To Women, As Far As I'm Concerned
American Flamingos (Phoenicopterus ruber) and Pelican, Duisburg Zoo: photo by Pierre Wasser, 2006
The feelings I don't have I don't have.
The feelings I don't have, I won't say I have.
The feelings you say you have, you don't have.
The feelings you would like us both to have, we neither of us have.
The feelings people ought to have, they never have.
If people say they've got feelings, you may be pretty sure they haven't got them.
So if you want either of us to feel anything at all
you'd better abandon all idea of feelings altogether.
The feelings I don't have, I won't say I have.
The feelings you say you have, you don't have.
The feelings you would like us both to have, we neither of us have.
The feelings people ought to have, they never have.
If people say they've got feelings, you may be pretty sure they haven't got them.
So if you want either of us to feel anything at all
you'd better abandon all idea of feelings altogether.
Lesser Flamingos (Phoenicopterus minor), Ngorongoro Crater, Tanzania: photo by Charles J. Sharp, 2004
D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930): To Women As Far As I'm Concerned, from Pansies, 1929
dignity | Sayaka-san and Satsuki-san [Kyoto]: photo by byzance blue, 7 January 2018
dignity | Sayaka-san and Satsuki-san [Kyoto]: photo by byzance blue, 7 January 2018
dignity | Sayaka-san and Satsuki-san [Kyoto]: photo by byzance blue, 7 January 2018
A Lesser Flamingo is
seen at the Le Cornelle Animal Park, in Valbrembo, near Milan, Italy,
Friday, Feb. 17, 2017.: photo by Antonio Calanni/AP, 17 February 2017
Roberto Bolaño: The Redhead
American Flamingo (Phoenicopterus ruber), National Zoo, Washington, D.C.: photo by Stevehdc, 2007
She
was eighteen and she was mixed up in the drug trade. Back then I saw
her all the time but if I had to make a police sketch of her now, I
don't think I could. I know she had an aquiline nose, and for a few
months she was a redhead; I know I heard her laugh once or twice from
the window of a restaurant as I was waiting for a taxi or just walking
past in the rain. She was eighteen and every two weeks she went to bed
with a cop from the Narcotics Squad
Lesser flamingos (Phenicopterus minor), Ngorongoro Crater, Tanzania: photo by Charles J. Sharp, 2004
She watched him from the bed ... She smoked Camel Lights and maybe at
some point she imagined that the furniture in the room and even her
lover were empty things that she had to invest with meaning ...
Purple-tinted scene: before she pulls down her tights, she tells him
about her day ... "Everywhere is disgustingly still, frozen somewhere in
the air." Hotel room lamp. A stenciled pattern, dark green. Frayed rug.
Girl on all fours who moans as the vibrator enters her cunt. She had
long legs and she was eighteen, in those days she was in the drug trade
and she was doing all right, she even opened a checking account and
bought a motorcycle.
Lesser flamingos (Phenicopterus minor), Ngorongoro Crater, Tanzania: photo by Charles J. Sharp, 2004
Roberto Bolaño (1953-2003): The Redhead (excerpts), from Antwerp, 1980, translated by Natasha Wimmer, 2010
Slide area, Cuajimalpa: photo by Jair Cabrera Torres (rastamaniaco), 26 September 2013
IMG_1963: photo by locaburg, 27 February 2014
IMG_5423 (iztapalapa): photo by locaburg, 17 March 2006
IMG_0190 (Julian, azotea, laundry): photo by locaburg, 6 May 2006
IMG_2002 (dog, Monte Escobedo, Zacatecas): photo by locaburg, 10 January 2008
IMG_1482 (dog, skull, Xoloscuintle, iztapalapa): photo by locaburg, 16 February 2011
IMG_7684 (dog, car, brick): photo by locaburg, 22 December 2009
Ceramic representation of Mictlantecuhtli, Aztec god of the dead and king of Mictlan (Chicunauhmictlan), lowest and northernmost section of the underworld, recovered during excavation of the House of Eagles in the Templo Mayor, now on display at the museum of the Templo Mayor, Mexico City: photo by Thelmadatter, 23 March 2008
¿Solo asi he de irme?¿Como las flores que perecieron?¿Nada quedara en mi nombre?¿Nada de mi paso aqui en la tierra? ¡Al menos flores, al menos cantos!
Turquoise mosaic mask: Mixtec-Aztec, 1400-1521 CE: photo by Gryffindor, 17 January 2009 (British Museum)
Was it for this only that I came?
To die away like the flowers?
Nothing left of my name?
Nor of the days I have spent on earth?
At least my flowers, at least my songs!
from Cantos de Huexotzingo: Nahuatl, attributed to Ayocuan Cuetzpaltzin, aka Aguila Blanca de Tecamachalco (The White Eagle of Tecamachalco), early 16th c. (English: TC)
Statue of Mictlantecuhtli, Aztec god of the dead, museum of the Templo Mayor, Mexico City : photo by Jamie Dwyer, 19 August 2008
Statue of Mictlantecuhtli, Aztec god of the dead, museum of the Templo Mayor, Mexico City : photo by Jamie Dwyer, 19 August 2008
Toda vida acaba siempre en dolor y sufrimento
RT @EnrigoJM: And media.. Stop talking about the disturbers. focus on the REAL PURPOSE #YoMeCanse #Ayotzinapa: image via peperivera @peperivera, 20 November 2014
"if we burn, you burn with us" #YaMeCanse: image via y. @stilackles, 21 November 2014
“Toda vida, le dijo esa noche Epifanio a Lalo Cura, por más feliz
que sea, acaba siempre en dolor y sufrimiento. Depende, dijo Lalo Cura.
¿Depende de qué, buey? De muchas cosas, dijo Lalo Cura. Si te pegan un
balazo en la nuca, por ejemplo, y el pinche asesino se acerca sin que lo
escuches, te vas al otro mundo sin dolor y sin sufrimiento. Pinche
escuincle, dijo Epifanio. ¿A ti han pegado muchos tiros en la nuca?”
“Todo pasaba por el filtro de las palabras, convenientemente adecuado a nuestro miedo. ¿Qué hace un niño cuando tiene miedo? Cierra los ojos. ¿Qué hace un niño al que van a violar y luego matar? Cierra los ojos. Y también grita, pero primero cierra los ojos. Las palabras servían para ese fin. Y es curioso, pues todos los arquetipos de la locura y la crueldad humana no han sido inventados por los hombres de esta época sino por nuestros antepasados. Los griegos inventaron, por decirlo de alguna manera, el mal, vieron el mal que todos llevamos dentro, pero los testimonios o las pruebas de ese mal ya no nos conmueven, nos parecen futiles, ininteligibles[...] Durante la Comuna de 1871 murieron asesinadas miles de personas y nadie derramó una lágrima por ellas. Por esa misma fecha un afilador de cuchillos mató a una mujer y a su anciana madre (no a la madre de la mujer, sino a su propia madre, querido amigo) y luego fue abatido por la policía. La noticia no sólo recorrió los periódicos de Francia sino que también fue reseñada en otros periódicos de Europa.”
Robert Bolaño (1953-2003): from 2666, 2004
“Todo pasaba por el filtro de las palabras, convenientemente adecuado a nuestro miedo. ¿Qué hace un niño cuando tiene miedo? Cierra los ojos. ¿Qué hace un niño al que van a violar y luego matar? Cierra los ojos. Y también grita, pero primero cierra los ojos. Las palabras servían para ese fin. Y es curioso, pues todos los arquetipos de la locura y la crueldad humana no han sido inventados por los hombres de esta época sino por nuestros antepasados. Los griegos inventaron, por decirlo de alguna manera, el mal, vieron el mal que todos llevamos dentro, pero los testimonios o las pruebas de ese mal ya no nos conmueven, nos parecen futiles, ininteligibles[...] Durante la Comuna de 1871 murieron asesinadas miles de personas y nadie derramó una lágrima por ellas. Por esa misma fecha un afilador de cuchillos mató a una mujer y a su anciana madre (no a la madre de la mujer, sino a su propia madre, querido amigo) y luego fue abatido por la policía. La noticia no sólo recorrió los periódicos de Francia sino que también fue reseñada en otros periódicos de Europa.”
Robert Bolaño (1953-2003): from 2666, 2004
Cruces colocadas en Lomas del Poleo Planta Alta (Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua) en el lugar donde fueron encontrados 8 cuerpos de mujeres víctimas de feminicidio en 1996: photo by lose, 31 August 2007
IMG_8128: photo by locaburg, 9 November 2010
Fear
El rejoneador Rodrigo Santos recoge un clavel. Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 27 April 2009
pain
makes it clearer
makes it clearer
the fear
in their eyes
as they inflict suffering, well
it's only natural --
human --
Subalterno con el capote. Un subalterno prepara al toro con su capote antes de que el matador entre en escena. Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 14 February 2012
Subalternos antes de la corrida. Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 14 February 2012
Subalterno detrás de un burladero. Un subalterno observa atento el desarrollo de la corrida detrás de un burladero. Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 14 February 2012
Subalterno. Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 14 February 2012
Subalterno. Un subalterno expulsa el aire nervioso después de haber lidiado con un toro.Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 14 February 2012
Subalterno con cigarro. Si bien el cigarro es pésimo para la salud y la condición física, a este subalterno le ayuda para calmar los nervios y la exitación antes del inicio de la corrida. Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 14 February 2012
Afuera de la petetera antes del inicio de la fiesta. Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 12 February 2013
Jaripeo en el toro de once. El toro de once se llama así porque anteriormente iniciaba a las once de la mañana. Ahora comienza alrededor de la 1:30 de la tarde, cuando viene llegando la cabalgata que ha salido desde el centro de Colima. Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 13 February 2013
Charro ingresando a la plaza. Como todas las tardes, los charros entran con sus caballos para el Toro de Once. Ellos lanzan los toros para regresarlos al corral después de que los jinetes los montan Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 16 February 2012
Octavio García. Octavio García "El Payo" toma un respiro y un descanso para bajar la adrenalina bajo los tablados de la plaza. Puede apreciarse la construcción de esta a base de palos, mecates y petates. A "El Payo" le ha costado trabajo matar a su toro y lo ha dejado exhausto. Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 12 February 2012
Vuelta al ruedo de Diego Silveti. Diego Silveti recibe un obsequio del público mientras da la vuelta al ruedo por cortar una oreja. Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 12 February 2012
Pablo Hermoso de Mendoza. Retrato de Pablo Hermoso de Mendoza en La Petatera antes de iniciar con su faena. Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 19 February 2013
Picadores. Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 14 February 2012
Picadore al caballo. Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 14 February 2012
Capilla de la plaza de toros de La Petetera, en honor a San Felipe de Jesús. Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 12 February 2013
People at the plaza. Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 14 February 2012
Clowns performing at Toro de Once. Villa de Álvarez, Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 24 April 2009
El Vendedor de Algodones. Un hombre toma un descanzo en la banqueta de la plaza. Ha estado vendiendo algodones de azúcar toda la tarde, y aún le falta parte de la noche. En los días de la Virgen de Guadalupe hay gente todo el tiempo así que hay que aprovecharlo. Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 10 December 2012
Angels and Devils series. Una pequeña diablilla se asoma hacia el escenario antes de su presentación en la fiesta navideña de la escuela de mis hijos. Una guerra entre ángeles y demonios, el bien contra el mal, ese tipo de cosas. (A little devil is sneaking at the crowd before their turn on a Xmas performance at my kids' school last december. A war between angels and devils, good and evil, that kind of stuff). Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 14 December 2012
Angels and Devils series. Colima, México: photo by Emigdio Salgado (Millo Salgado), 14 December 2012
Charlie Chaplin, photographed in 1916.: image via Dharma Bhagalia @Kloppholic, 10 January 2018
Paulette Goddard checks a strap | Paulette Goddard in a publicity still for Star-Spangled Rhythm (1942).: photo by Michael Ryerson, 17 December 2017
Thoughtful Buster. Buster Keaton in momentary repose. Appears to be post-war.: photo by Michael Ryerson, 16 December 2017
Three lovely lassies [Fermanagh, Northern Ireland]: photo by Robert French, c. 1905 (Lawrence Photograph Collection, National Library of Ireland)
Terence Winch: Sex Elegy
My lovers have vanished. I used to have many.
One moved to Boston and married a Japanese photographer.
Another became a famous actress. Another one, who for a long time
I mistakenly believed to be dead, now lives in Manhattan.
We used to know each other so intimately,
sucking and munching on each other, inserting,
penetrating, exploding. Becoming as one. Funky
smell of sweaty bodies. Clothes strewn on floor
and bed. Candles burning. Smoke of cigarettes and joints
curling up the bedroom atmosphere. Now we never touch,
barely talk. Some I have lost all contact with.
But memories of our pleasure together, my dears,
still play in my mind. My body can still feel your touch.
My tongue still remembers your taste.
Everything else I seem to have forgotten.
The present is the life insurance premium automatically
deducted from your paycheck, while the past burns
out of control in a vacant lot on the outskirts of town.
One moved to Boston and married a Japanese photographer.
Another became a famous actress. Another one, who for a long time
I mistakenly believed to be dead, now lives in Manhattan.
We used to know each other so intimately,
sucking and munching on each other, inserting,
penetrating, exploding. Becoming as one. Funky
smell of sweaty bodies. Clothes strewn on floor
and bed. Candles burning. Smoke of cigarettes and joints
curling up the bedroom atmosphere. Now we never touch,
barely talk. Some I have lost all contact with.
But memories of our pleasure together, my dears,
still play in my mind. My body can still feel your touch.
My tongue still remembers your taste.
Everything else I seem to have forgotten.
The present is the life insurance premium automatically
deducted from your paycheck, while the past burns
out of control in a vacant lot on the outskirts of town.
2002
Train to Bhadrak [Bhadrak, Odisha, India]: photo by Ma Poupole, 19 October 2017
Train to Bhadrak [Bhadrak, Odisha, India]: photo by Ma Poupole, 19 October 2017
Train to Bhadrak [Bhadrak, Odisha, India]: photo by Ma Poupole, 19 October 2017
fused into a single entity (1) [Chicago]: photo by Annie Maus, 9 December 2017
Elaine Equi: Furniture Fantasy
Homeless club kids
living on rice, beans
and Gitanes.
All day he forces them
to strip
paint,
sand hutches
and stain armoires
to the music of Billie Holiday.
Outdoors, under a tarp
even in rain.
All this they gladly do
without complaint
for how else
will the owner
know whose love
of antiques is true
and who’s a fake —
which urchin
to take
to his ancient
mahogany sleigh bed
and which to make
curl up in
the Morris
chair.
1997
1997
fused into a single entity (2) [Chicago]: photo by Annie Maus, 16 December 2017
fused into a single entity (3) [Chicago]: photo by Annie Maus, 25 December 2017
fused into a single entity (4) [Chicago]: photo by Annie Maus, 25 December 2017
fused into a single entity (5) [Chicago]: photo by Annie Maus, 6 January 2018
Motel [Canada]: photo by lilyshot, 24 November 2017
Motel [Canada]: photo by lilyshot, 24 November 2017
Night Light: photo by Richard Leney, 8 December 2017
dunes/ grass/ clouds b and w: photo by s j, 23 October 2017
dunes/ grass/ clouds b and w: photo by s j, 23 October 2017
dunes/ grass/ clouds b and w: photo by s j, 23 October 2017
the wall (siyah beyaz, istanbul]: photo by mosuner, 22 September 2015
the wall (siyah beyaz, istanbul]: photo by mosuner, 22 September 2015
the wall (siyah beyaz, istanbul]: photo by mosuner, 22 September 2015
VINTAGE in style and in real life, Mathura, India: photo by -LYJ-, 21 July 2013
Varanasi Alley: photo by Victor Borst, 23 September 2012
Varanasi Alley: photo by Victor Borst, 23 September 2012
Varanasi Alley: photo by Victor Borst, 23 September 2012
fused into a single entity (3) [Chicago]: photo by Annie Maus, 25 December 2017
fused into a single entity (4) [Chicago]: photo by Annie Maus, 25 December 2017
fused into a single entity (5) [Chicago]: photo by Annie Maus, 6 January 2018
Motel [Canada]: photo by lilyshot, 24 November 2017
Motel [Canada]: photo by lilyshot, 24 November 2017
Night Light: photo by Richard Leney, 8 December 2017
Night Light: photo by Richard Leney, 8 December 2017
Night Light: photo by Richard Leney, 8 December 2017
dunes/ grass/ clouds b and w: photo by s j, 23 October 2017
dunes/ grass/ clouds b and w: photo by s j, 23 October 2017
dunes/ grass/ clouds b and w: photo by s j, 23 October 2017
the wall (siyah beyaz, istanbul]: photo by mosuner, 22 September 2015
the wall (siyah beyaz, istanbul]: photo by mosuner, 22 September 2015
the wall (siyah beyaz, istanbul]: photo by mosuner, 22 September 2015
VINTAGE in style and in real life, Mathura, India: photo by -LYJ-, 21 July 2013
VINTAGE in style and in real life, Mathura, India: photo by -LYJ-, 21 July 2013
VINTAGE in style and in real life, Mathura, India: photo by -LYJ-, 21 July 2013
VINTAGE in style and in real life, Mathura, India: photo by -LYJ-, 21 July 2013
Varanasi Alley: photo by Victor Borst, 23 September 2012
Varanasi Alley: photo by Victor Borst, 23 September 2012
Varanasi Alley: photo by Victor Borst, 23 September 2012
Manfred Mann: Pretty Flamingo (1965)
ReplyDeleteManfred Mann: If You Gotta Go, Go Now (Dylan cover, 1965)
Dylan: If You Gotta Go, Go Now (live, Free Trade Hall, Manchester, 7 May 1965, bootleg audio)
Dylan: If You Gotta Go, Go Now. (out-take from Bringing It All Back Home, recorded @ Columbia Studios, New York, 15 Jan 1965, overdubbed 21 May 1965)
Dylan: I Want You (live, c. 2000)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tom. I'm honored to be included in the amazing universe of this post (Fermannagh from Heaven!)and especially to paired with Elaine Equi, one of my favorite poets.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks to you for all your worldly knowledge, tpw.
ReplyDeleteAppointed pairings are superior to elective affinities I always say. At my confirmation I was paired with Gertrude Johnson.
(Of course the preference stated above is strictly my own; if GJ could speak for herself, some 70 years on as it now it is, she might well be saying, Yes, well it was just at that point I began preferring the elective.)
Thanks for Terrance Winch’s recollection, and it’s blazing last lines.
ReplyDeleteMichael WOLFE
Thanks eastcoaster and Michael,
ReplyDeletetpw es en fuego, todo tiempo,
ee ditto for humble us, here en el viejo usa, los dos,
el rey y la reina de la comedia!!
Btw in case anybody is saying (well, nobody is saying, but it seems I now am), that Annie Maus's contribution here is the equalizing element... Bingo! I hear you! Annie is not an eastcoaster and the nearest fire for her is probably burning in a trashcan. Still we are so eccentric here, we see pictures as words, in a truer language. And we were just getting started with the brilliant Annie's furniture analytics... and now the party's almost over! What are we even saying!
ReplyDeleteMore AM no-coaster furniture here.
(Promise, no scary Not Me Too DHL asides have been smuggled in with the discarded sofas in that one!)
(Huh, what's 'ee saying now? DHL who??)