Tola Zysman / Machado's archive ultimately is her memoir, and this new archive is built on the remains of what she felt as a child, that even her existence in her room was a kind of familial debt.
Em Dietrich / she said cup my tears in the / palms of my hands—fresh plums / for when my doubts starve me.
Micropoem by Penelope Staehle / god calls me on the payphone...
nat raum on Photography and Interdisciplinary Transformation of the Self / Nan Goldin is familiar with photographing the things you want to keep. An influence of mine in many ways, she once talked about how one must only look at what a person photographs to see what they fear losing.
"I felt like [Stagnation] encapsulated the album, a collection of songs that were born out of a time when nothing in my life was moving, except it felt like everything was moving very fast."
Irene Cooper / When I picture my father in this era, I imagine him buying a newspaper or window shopping watchbands alongside Frank O'Hara, unknown to each other, both humming to the vibration of the subway under their feet, whistling to the same lunchtime tune of promise and prosperity in the honking taxis and clanging steel girders.
Hasty confessions, annotations, and crossed-out lines still legible. Afterthoughts that overwrite their predecessors, dreams lingering in your wake. Contradictions left in footnotes, private notes passed between hands, and rearview truths closer than they appear. All language on the verge of something; any piece with truths kept to the periphery. Pages you rip just to put back together and admit something to yourself in half hope, half defeat.