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A video loop. A video
loop of a Rhode Island wind inspiriting the natural-colour tresses
of one Bernardine Dorn
as she adjusts the sit of her shades, while the boom
finds its level, then recounts her decades-
long exploits in
An etched plate. A plate
depicting a troop of shades infilling each other’s footprints that pass
behind one Bertran de Born
who’s clutching his severed melon by its medieval
tresses while bemoaning, well, plans best-laid.
— Ken Babstock
Turns out Dave is fine. The doctor says it wasn’t something serious like we thought it was (we thought he might have had a seizure because of the way he was twitching). Turns out he’d just passed out from lack of blood flow and lack of a steady diet.
How are you, Mother? How are the kids in your class coping with the holiday season? I will write you again before the month is through.
Q: They (those gifts) also grow through suffering?
J: Through suffering and all other means, all you need is passion.
Jacques Henri Lartigue in interview.
I WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
The Song of Wandering Aengus, W.B. Yeats