In the beginning it felt like this: the earth opened beneath us, but for a moment it seemed as though gravity forgot itself.
“A Rupture In Time”, Sarah Aziza for The Baffler
Lots of perfect sentences in this:
It is October, warped and too warm in this era of climate emergency, and nothing can be the same.
One trick of the American mirage is the feeling of time flying while history barely moves.
Like the mass graves which threaten to reduce the dead to a jumble of nameless bones, the carnage may obscure the specificity of grief.
A year: a calendar, or weight, or knife.
For the perpetrators of the genocide, temporality is something to be mastered, bent.
The future groans on the far side of its wall.
Imagine being such a war criminal you made Richard Serra turn to figuration.
“The Political Prints of Richard Serra”, Greg Allen for greg.org
It is a grand pronouncement, made even grander by the use of contrast: the superlative (most destructive) enhanced by the chancy (probably), like sea salt over dark chocolate.
The Message, Ta-Nehisi Coates
Submitted by Lex.
I fell in love with my husband over a poem he wrote about cows.
Cate Blanchett on The Kelly Clarkson Show
Via Instagram doomscrolling. Although I know for many lesbians the reminder that Cate Blanchett has been happily married to a man for many years is painful, the fact he’s the kind of guy who wrote a poem about cows at least demonstrates he’s probably a pretty OK guy.
When there is nothing left, there is still the shadow of civilization, inspiring pious disciplines.
Friction: An Ethnography of Global Connection, Anna Lowenhaupt Tsing
In general, it is better to think of even the politicians on your own side not as role models to be admired but rather as basically disreputable figures who are necessary to deal with but who should always be looked down upon and forced to prove, through action, that they are not pieces of shit.
“How to Think About Politics Without Wanting to Kill Yourself”, Hamilton Nolan in his newsletter How Things Work