Bordernotes
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Insomnia, the Thin Skin of Sleep
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Dog, Drifting
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Bunny + Tree = Bunnies and Trees
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Writing, Itself
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Sleepy Time with Henri Michaux
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Writing, Being Here and There
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Photographs, A Story
So, imagine finding, just happening upon such a roll or spool of undeveloped film. From before digital. A taut canister of a photo record of someone’s intentions. You could tell it. It could go like this.
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Belle Lettrists: Nicola Tyson, Maria Lassnig, Amy Sillman
I have two very particular books of letters on my desk. Particular in that neither is the collected correspondence of one writer in touch with a number of recipients over time, nor gathered together to reflect the breadth of the recipients, nor the myriad points of connections the writer made in a lifetime, nor focused on an event of significance—a crisis lived through and reported on, personal or universal. More particular than that.
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Through the Eyes of Another: Black and Visible
How many ways to say—and how many voices to call—systemic racism; to say unyielding white supremacy; to say invisibility that goes unremarked; to say denial of personhood?
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Subjectivities
In the span of three years three books have been made available to readers in North America where the simple statement “I am my own subject” could apply.
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Clarice Lispector: The Thereness of Language
Everyone who reads Clarice Lispector grapples with the figure who can’t be interrogated now, since she died in 1977, and couldn’t be queried any more readily when she was alive. To read her is to enter a state of involuntariness.
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Dreaming Robert Frank, Dreaming Walter Benjamin
Awake too much, the dream and its fragmented, fogged and transitory qualities, I find a seductive state. The lapse and slip and the nuance, already elusive by its very suggestion, is an amplitude to which I am drawn.
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