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"When do you want to go
I’m not sure I want to go there
where do you want to go
any place
I think I’d fall apart any place else
well I’ll go if you really want to
I don’t particularly care
but you’ll fall apart any place else
I can just go home
I don’t really mind going there
but I don’t want to force you to go there
you won’t be forcing me I’d just as soon
I wouldn’t be able to stay long anyway
maybe we could go somewhere nearer
I’m not wearing a jacket
just like you weren’t wearing a tie
well I didn’t say we had to go
I don’t care whether you’re wearing one
we don’t really have to do anything
well all right let’s not
okay I’ll call you
yes call me"

Metaphysical Poem, Frank O’Hara (via llevelling)

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4.

She says, ‘I am content when wakened birds,
Before they fly, test the reality
Of misty fields, by their sweet questionings;
But when the birds are gone, and their warm fields
Return no more, where, then, is paradise?’
There is not any haunt of prophecy,
Nor any old chimera of the grave,
Neither the golden underground, nor isle
Melodious, where spirits gat them home,
Nor visionary south, nor cloudy palm
Remote on heaven’s hill, that has endured
As April’s green endures; or will endure
Like her remembrance of awakened birds,
Or her desire for June and evening, tipped
By the consummation of the swallow’s wings.

- Wallace Stevens, excerpt from “Sunday Morning”

walter-benjamin-bluemchen:

Walter Benjamin - Einbahnstraße
Schutzumschlag, Vorderseite
Ernst Rowohlt Verlag
Berlin, 1928

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Ana Mendieta

Felix Gonzalez-Torres, Untitled (It’s Just a Matter of Time).

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Walid Raad: Civilizationally, we do not dig holes to bury ourselves, 1958-59/2003

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How have I not seen this before?