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Alison C. Rollins - original [sin]

       In ancient Greece, for all her heroes, for Medea    ...    water meant death.
       — Jesmyn Ward, Salvage the Bones

 

i poured a bowl of cereal,

threw the empty box in the

trash can. granddaddy pulled

 

the box from the trash,

poured the crumbs into a

bowl, then doused the sand

 

in milk. he looked down at the

bowl, murmuring about how

he had survived the depression. told

 

a story about asking for hot water

at colored diners, how he would

pour ketchup in cups to make soup.

 

this was...

Wanna Come Down

Ibibio Sound Machine - Wanna Come Down / From the album Doko Mien, out now on Merge Records.

Please Won't Please

Helado Negro - Please Won't Please

 

left out

an ocean on top

blue tie

and orange won’t let go

 

let me be

please won’t please

 

blush now

they can’t know

lifelong

history shows

 

that

brown won’t go

brown just glows

 

and we’ll light

ourselves on fire

just to see

 

who really

wants to believe

that it’s just me

 

tender

humor in hair

half me

with something to spare

 

rhythm folds

now go untold

 

gently

my mistake

old burn

let it take you days

 

and for days now

i’ll wait around

 

and we’ll...

Atmosphères

Alan Gilbert dirige l'Orchestre Philharmonique de Radio France dans Atmosphères de György Ligeti. Extrait du concert donné le 16 mars 2019 en direct de l'Auditorium de la Maison de la Radio.

 

En 1961, György Ligeti compose Atmosphères, un an après avoir publié Apparitions, oeuvre avec laquelle il se fait connaître sur le plan international. Cette nouvelle composition pour grand orchestre, d'une exécution d'environ 9 minutes, est une consécration pour le compositeur hongrois, qui devient une...

Marshall Mallicoat - Silverfish

Tonight I’m lonesome enough to write a letter
addressed to a Florida key. I bend my thumb
to squeeze the silver from a silverfish, 
and in its ink I fix my signature. 
Branches reach toward my window to take my hand, 
but I am inconsolable. I stomp down
the stairs like playing “Chopsticks” with my feet. 

I remember you were made of dark, warm wood— 
or do I still? 
At least I feel a warmth and see a darkness. 
We cut our hair alike and walked the streets
as if our limbs were bound together, chained
like...

Are You Still Certain?

Hercules & Love Affair - Are You Still Certain feat. Mashrou' Leila

Deeply melodic and danceable, Are You Still Certain? is an emotional appeal for truth and understanding.

 

Featuring Hamed Sinno from Mashrou’ Leila, the video pitches the cold hand of the law, the spectre of violence and innocence lost, as a timeless ever-present human struggle. Sinno performs against a series of vignettes that illustrate the ego’s blind pursuit of ‘truth’. It was been directed by Joie Iacono and Andy B...

Alison C. Rollins - Object Permanence

For the time being

an ampersand is a boy

clutching his knees

to his chest as art.

 

On high, the god of form

wears a face on each wrist.

Only a god can take and give

time, but the one in front of

the gun lasts forever.

 

The boy is parenthesis,

his shoulders curved,

the huddled wings of a bird.

 

The boy’s arms are too short

to box with god. He breaks down-

beats of sweat in his sleep.

 

If life is music, the rest is noise,

this earth a museum of dead boys

walking. The god has a finger to

his...

Dana Lixenberg - Imperial Courts

Imperial Courts, 1993-2015 is a project by photographer Dana Lixenberg about Imperial Courts, a social housing project in Watts, Los Angeles. The project contains work made over a period of 22 years and consists of a book, exhibition and web documentary.

Imperial Courts was built in 1944 on the corner of 116th Street and Imperial Highway in Watts, Los Angeles. Part of a major social housing development, it attracted predominantly African-American migrants from the southern state...

Summon The Fire

The Comet Is Coming - 'Summon The Fire' off their new album "Trust in the Lifeforce of the Deep Mystery" out now.

Tracy K. Smith - Sci-Fi

There will be no edges, but curves.

Clean lines pointing only forward.

 

History, with its hard spine & dog-eared

Corners, will be replaced with nuance,

 

Just like the dinosaurs gave way

To mounds and mounds of ice.

 

Women will still be women, but

The distinction will be empty. Sex,

 

Having outlived every threat, will gratify

Only the mind, which is where it will exist.

 

For kicks, we'll dance for ourselves

Before mirrors studded with golden bulbs.

 

The oldest among us will recognize...