Rainer Ganahl

Yes please:  http://www.irmielin.org/nothere/rainer-ganahl/

Found here:  http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com, while checking out:  http://www.98weeks.net

Ahh, the interwebs….

toward an appreciation of dance

3-D Art, without need of words.

Really now:

https://www.nowness.com/story/deep-in-vogue

https://www.nowness.com/story/i-love-kuduro

https://www.nowness.com/story/bounce-meets-vogue

https://www.nowness.com/story/limber-notes

https://www.nowness.com/story/the-black-spring

El Mar

Necesito del mar porque me enseña:

no sé si aprendo música o conciencia:
no sé si es ola sola o ser profundo
o sólo ronca voz o deslumbrante
suposición de peces y navios.
El hecho es que hasta cuando estoy dormido
de algún modo magnético circulo
en la universidad del oleaje.

No son sólo las conchas trituradas
como si algún planeta tembloroso
participara paulatina muerte,
no, del fragmento reconstruyo el día,
de una racha de sal la estalactita
y de una cucharada el dios inmenso.

Lo que antes me enseñó lo guardo! Es aire,
incesante viento, agua y arena.

Parece poco para el hombre joven
que aquí llegó a vivir con sus incendios,
y sin embargo el pulso que subía
y bajaba a su abismo,
el frío del azul que crepitaba,
el desmoronamiento de la estrella,
el tierno desplegarse de la ola
despilfarrando nieve con la espuma,
el poder quieto, allí, determinado
como un trono de piedra en lo profundo,
substituyó el recinto en que crecían
tristeza terca, amontonando olvido,
y cambió bruscamente mi existencia:
di mi adhesión al puro movimiento.

phrases we like: a compendium

i was reading something recently - an interview with john ashbery, i believe - in which he said that the construction of sentences is one of the most profound and exquisite acts that humans perform. i agree. a beautiful sentence or turn of phrase is such a treasure - something to marvel at, turn slowly over in your mind, test out on your tongue, let free to flutter around in the air … and lately i've come across several that i've enjoyed so i am beginning to compile them here.

Her caves ghosted by foxes.  - from Pierced Darkness, by Adrienne Rich

He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. he did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.  

- from The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald (from whence the title of rich's book "dark fields of the republic")

Forward, forward let us range, let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

- from Locksley Hall, Alfred Lord Tennyson (also from whence the title of Colm McCann's book "let the great world spin")

and one that's been here before, but i'll excerpt it again:

edge light from the high desert where shadows drip from tiniest stones
sunklight of bloody afterglow
torque of the joshua tree flinging itself forth in winter
factoring freeze into its liquid consciousness
these are the extremes i stoke
into the updraft of this life
still roaring
into thinnest air

- from Inscriptions, adrienne rich

For a long time afterward, the world grew chipper, 
offering samples of itself to every comer. That’s why I was so late. It takes a long time to choose when you’re not ready. Even longer when you are. You know this better than anyone, myself included.

- from Wulf, by John Ashbery

There's no way to be in good faith on this island anymore. You have to crush so many things with your mind vise just to get through the day. 

- from Find Your Beach, by Zadie Smith 

On the way to take a plane early one icy spring morning I spotted him on the airport road. He was making his determined way towards town, his breath smoking and a drop at the end of his poor old battered nose glinting like a fresh-cut jewel in the pink-tinged, frosty sunlight.  

- from Ancient Light, by John Banville 

Everything that rises must converge - flannery o'connor

all that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses his real conditions of his life, and his relations with his kind