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Sidewalks, Valeria Luiselli. On language, gaps, and learning, which has me thinking of Frank Biringer.

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Life or Theatre?? Charlotte Solomon.

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A personal Lotería for Eva's Spanish class.

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A spinning iceberg in Antarctica.

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Ordinary Notes by Christina Sharpe. Incredible work. Thanks to @jmcolberg for the recommendation.

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Lamp life, or inspiration for photographing a layflat book with gently transparent pages.

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On January 6th, 2016, The New York Public Library made over 187K digital items in the public domain available for high resolution download. Here is a visualization of those documents.

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Excerpt from an old email.

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Stills from Sarah Rushford's video "Elk woke here once (aware of the world already)."

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Der Greif's Guest Room, curated by Christiane Monarchi & Eva Eicker. Theme: "Wortbildsalat / word-image-salad." June 2024.

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Ocean Vuong interviewed by E. Alex Jung in Fantastic Man, 2021. Themes include the structure of his days, early readings, addiction, persona, writing in English, whether to write ever again, Puritan anxiety in Call Me by Your Name, and the grotesque (and Western squeamishness),

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“His studio in the Via Mozza had been thoroughly ransacked by the papel troops who had searched for him; even the chimney and chests had been looked into. Nothing had been stolen. In the chapel he found the scaffolding removed, probably to keep the clergy of San Lorenzo warm; but none of his marbles had been disturbed. After three years of war he could resume work. Three years . . . ! As he stood in the center of his allegorical blocks he divined that time too was a tool: a major work of art required months, years for its emotional elements to solidify. Time was a yeast; many aspects of the Day and Dusk, the Madonna, which had eluded him before now seemed clear to him, their form matured, their definition resolved. A work of art meant growth from the particular to the universal. To a work of art, time brought timelessness.” p. 650

“Time was not a mountain but a river; it changed its rate of flow as well as its course. It could become swollen, overflow its banks, or dry to a trickle; it could run clean and pure along its bed or become laden with silt and throw up debris along the shore. When Michelangelo was young, every day had been particularized; it had had body, content, shape, stood out as an individual entity to be numbered, recorded and remembered. / Now time was a soluble: the weeks and months merged in a continuous flow at an ever accelerated speed. He was getting as much work done but the very texture of time had altered for him, its arbitrary boundaries become indistinct. The years were no longer individual blocks but Apuan Alps which man in his need broke into separate peaks. Were the weeks and months really shorter in duration, or had he stopped counting, adopted a different measure? Formerly time had had a hard brittle quality, been a solid. Now it was a fluid. Its landscape had become as different for him as was the Roman campagna from Tuscany. He had imagined time to be absolute, the same always, everywhere, to all men; now he saw that it was as variable as human nature or the weather of the skies. As 1531 became 1532, as 1532 began contracting and converging on 1533, he asked himself: / ‘Where does time go?’” p. 662

Irving Stone "The Agony and The Ecstasy"

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"The man returned to his chair on the edge of the room, and looked at the blank book, and tried to think what he would write in it. The blank pages were in themselves simple and complete. But there must be some simple words, within his reach, with which to throw further light. He would have liked to write some poem or prayer in the empty book, and for some time did consider that idea, remembering the plays of Shakespeare that he had read lying on his stomach as a boy, but any words that came to him were the stiff words of a half-forgotten literature that had no relationship with himself."

Patrick White, The Tree of Man [source: Wikipedia]

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"Former Roman emperor."

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From a wonderful website, "I Write Artist Statements." Find more here.

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Toni Morrison

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Sho Shibuya as depicted in Harper's Magazine 2023.