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SFMOMA: Desire Lines – Retrofit

Rashaun Mitchell and Silas Riener’s Desire Lines: Retrofit If ever again we happened to lose our balance, just when sleepwalking through the same dream on the brink of hell’s valley, if ever the magical mare (whom I ride through the night air hollowed out into caverns and caves where wild animals live) in a crazy […]

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SFMOMA: Desire Lines – Retrofit
Hawaiian Automobiles

Hawaiian Automobiles

Stories: Hawaiian Automobiles (all crashed) on the island of Kauai Once the automobile appeared you could have predicted that it would destroy as many people as it did. Ray Bradbury, The Art of Fiction No. 203, The Paris Review, #192, Spring 2010

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December 29, 2017 · Wanderlust

Kauai Chickens

Kauai Chickens

Stories: the Wanderlust of Kauai Chickens… We all like chicken Malcolm X, The Autobiography of Malcolm X They’re everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Like a feathered occupying army that won the war and now they’re just rubbing it in. Parking lots. Golf courses. The tarmac at the goddamn airport. These aren’t your industrialized, factory-farmed abominations […]

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There are no mistakes…

There are no mistakes…

There are no mistakes only happy accidents Bob Ross What we’ve got here is the absolute American catastrophe rendered in one perfect frozen moment, a car smashed against railroad tracks like some kind of sculptural fuck you to manifest destiny itself. And there, in the foreground, is Sharka, the Portuguese Water Dog who clearly gives […]

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Brecht Knew You Were Full of Shit: On the Work and the Wreckage

Brecht Knew You Were Full of Shit: On the Work and the Wreckage

So here’s a Bertolt Brecht poem, and here’s the thing: where he says acting, plug in whatever the hell you’re actually doing… writing, painting, fucking, dying, making breakfast, making art, making sense of the wreckage. And that instant he’s talking about? That’s whatever you’re trying to bring into the world before it crushes you. Same […]

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The eye exists in its primitive state.

The eye exists in its primitive state. The marvels of the earth a hundred feet high, the marvels of the sea a hundred feet deep, have for their witness only the wild eye that when in need of colours refers simply to the rainbow. It is present at the conventional exchange of signals that the […]

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The eye exists in its primitive state.
So fine was the morning…

So fine was the morning…

So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea. Virginia Woolf,Β To the Lighthouse Davenport Beach, it’s not some tourist trap with overpriced […]

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