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“[W]hile capitalism produces some people’s success through other people’s failures, the ideology of positive thinking insists that success depends only upon working hard and failure is always of your own doing.”

— Jack Halberstam, The Queer Art of Failure (3) [glossing Barbara Ehrenreich]

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“As middle class white LGBT people celebrate their access to normative social forms and agree to pay the price for such acceptance by consenting to new forms of violent exclusion, they/we cannot simultaneously claim to be the most vulnerable of the vulnerable, the most victimized of the victims, the most in need of shelter, protection and sanctuary. Orlando showed me at least that the security state we live in with its second amendment values and its shouty, crude formulations of ‘us’ and 'them’ needs to be countered with complex, intricate, risky conversations about who 'we’ are and who 'we’ want to become.”

— Jack Halberstam, “Who Are ‘We’ After Orlando?”

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This pride month let’s remember those who came before us, and remember our community’s history. Remember the AIDS crisis, remember the rainbow flag, remember stonewall. Remember black trans women and what they did for us.

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Andy Warhol and his dog at the Factory in New York, Photo by Gianfranco Gorgoni

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“Politics is the art of suppressing the political.”

— Jacques Rancière, On the Shores of Politics

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Mark Rothko, Untitled (South Entrance Wall Painting), 1965

The Rothko Chapel, courtesy the Menil Collection, Houston, Texas

© Kate Rothko Prizel and Christopher Rothko/ARS

I’m pleased to finally be able to present some of the work for the Rothko Chapel including some rejected paintings we rarely see,

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““Have you ever considered, beloved Other, how invisible we all are to each other? Have you ever thought about how little we know each other? We look at each other without seeing. We listen to each other and hear only a voice inside ourself. The words of others are mistakes of our hearing, shipwrecks of our understanding. How confidently we believe in our meanings of other people’s words. We hear death in words they speak to express sensual bliss. We read sensuality and life in words they drop from their lips without the slightest intention of being profound. The voice of brooks that you interpret, pure explicator … The voice of trees whose rustling means what we say it means … Ah, my unknown love, this is all just us and our fantasies, all ash, trickling down the bars of our cell!”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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Coventry University. October 2015.

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The End Of The F***ing World (2017) Created by Jonathan Entwistle 

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“I limp along through my mourning.”

– Roland Barthes, from Mourning Diary

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serotonin? in this economy?

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APRIL IS THE CRUELLEST MONTH

breeding / lilacs out of the dead land, mixing / memory and desire, stirring / dull roots with spring rain.

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“I am tired, I have colossal need of you.”

— Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares written c. June 1944

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“I’ve been stoic about this long enough. All spring I’m going to be an arrant hedonist.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. February 1953