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Hollis Frampton
Frank Stella painting Getty Tomb in his New York studio, 1958–1962 (from the Black Paintings series 1958-1960)
1967
Outline Of History 6
Morning, when each of us has less sugar in the blood.
Morning, when day's whiteness smears across the windowpane.
Morning, when sleep achieves its peak, and it's not far now
to the river's mouth. Despair draws us out of sleep's ashes. My
morning is no less simple. Again I'm flesh and blood. The down blankets
shed. The last millisecond of waking has been arranged ahead of time. Like
everything that's taken place today. The arteries surge. And
one's field of vision flickers in anticipation. I'd rather not
resort to symbols. They're not what matters. There's time for me
to conceal the things that count. Warm from touching here, and there.
Shining colder than a star imprinted on one's cranium.
Not fading like footprints of a dead age, and this poem.
Aleš Debeljak, Outline Of History 6, from Child of Europe: A New Anthology of East European Poetry, ed. Michael March
+1Hilma af Klint
Catalogue Raisonné, Volume 5: Geometric Series and Other Works 1917-1920
Ed. Kurt Almqvist and Daniel Birnbaum
Bokförlaget Stolpe, Stockholm, 2021
CATACOMBPAINTING
broken the seal of the dead
and their love deciphered in
the cryptogams' cryptogram
to be equal to each other
to warm each other's corpse under chastity's lovely curve in eternity's white marble
gravestones whose oppressive cold forms over the dream like the smell over remains or a whisper:
"decay for ages together
defend each other's corpse against damp and freedom
to be two in blessedness, lie still, endure, be still,
lick each other's corpse with kisses slowly like worms creep
into the hiding-places
decay for ages together in last year's leaf drift
decay into each other beyond time
decay for ages together…”
come to us soon.
the unconscious.
Gunnar Ekelöf, Catacombpainting, from Selected Poems of Gunnar Ekelöf, trans. Muriel Rukeyser, Leif Sjöberg
Paolo Mussat Sartor
Alighiero Boetti: 'Cimento dell'armonia e dell'invenzione'
Galleria Gian Enzo Sperone
Turin, 1969
+1Nikos Kazantzakis, Prologue (Ascesis: The Saviors of God) from Modern Greek Poetry, ed. Kimon Friar, trans. Kimon Friar
