#sunday – Pixels At An Exhibition

[sunday] Barbara Dubois – Branches and Leaves (2013)

Nov 3, 2024

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The only poem I can write by Helene Achanzar is the one in which she devours an egg sandwich on the overcast train ride to Montauk. Both of us desperate to quit the city, even just for one day, so foolishly we underdressed for the sea. How far a few bucks take us: to the…
[sunday] Wendell Peek – ‘tis the season

Oct 26, 2024

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Indeterminacy by J. Mae Barzio How many times I tried to record the Goldberg Variations Once in Iceland another time in California It was Mercury in retrograde I didn’t get the chords right You see I wanted a different kind of music One that felt like a foreign city or ice cracking A prediction of…
[sunday] John Hewick—Blue Monday (2011)

Oct 20, 2024

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I always loved this image. It’s the kind of picture you could show to a creative writing class and ask the students to write the story of what was happening in it and you would get a bunch of strange tales. I think John might have had two pictures in the PIXELS book. I know…
[sunday] Knox Bronson – The Guitar Lesson (Homage à Balthus)

Oct 5, 2024

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This is the album we had on the turntable as we did this shoot. I told the models this is the feeling I’m hoping achieve. I think a little Neruda is in order. Love Sonnet XI I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not…
[sunday] Barbara duBois – Go out and dance under the full moon. From the series One Hundred Fortunes

Sep 28, 2024

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Llobet: Complete Guitar Music To Bear the Ruse by Cindy Juyoung Ok Because I once chose death, I expend my days in horror at the possibility of it choosing me. There are comforts the living heave onto the dying to evince a defiant distance from inevitability—that they were ready, or there was reason—but don’t dare…
[sunday] Behold the Hipstamatic Gum Wrapper Tree

Sep 21, 2024

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Seasons in the Sun by Rod McKuen (an English-language adaptation of the song Le Moribund by Jacques Brel) Goodby, Emile, my trusted friend, we’ve known each other since we were nine or ten. Together we climbed hills and trees, learned of love and A B Cs, skinned our hearts and skinned our knees. Adieu, Emile,…