big sur. we stayed in the same place as jake gyllenhaal and taylor swift, and paddled around the cliffside infinity pool in a fog storm, by ourselves, twice, and felt sorry for the girls whose boyfriends or husbands failed to make dinner reservations in time to see the sun set. the guy who drove us the 30 seconds from our place to reception said “come back three times a year. give me job security.” i was starry-eyed. 

FGT: these artists are very dedicated. i really think this is all about survival and life-time dedication to finding some answers in a very narrow niche.

—from that felix gonzalez-torres and ross bleckner interview in bomb

"so in a sense love is just like writing: living in such a heightened state that accuracy and awareness are vital."

chris kraus, I LOVE DICK (via @suzannescanlon)

"Grandiosity is of course a term itself rich with theoretical inflection, much of it derived from psychoanalysis keyed to object-relations, where it is largely a term of disapprobation. Grandiosity marks the infant’s delusional sense that the world is, and should be, co-terminus with its wishes: marks, that is, a position that in the more normative registers of “development” must be abandoned. We, on the other hand, are lovers of Whitman—and are also, in our loves, people who have passionately, stubbornly resisted the notion that we cannot, with the force of our desire, remake the world as we wish it to be. So we incline to think grandiosity more kindly. It names for us a quality of abundance, of an achieved amplitude on the scene of self-relation, that is willing to risk a lot on behalf of the revised constellation of possibilities such an orientation can bring into relief. Grandiosity is a willingness to risk, first, not being critical, at least not in the modes we’ve come to know. It marks a detachment from irony or camp, as well as the various exteriorities of “critique,” as modes understood to be exhaustive or exclusive. And it names too, in ways the Kleinians would be quick to recognize, an openness to the kinds of wounding that might follow from grandiosity’s perhaps inevitable disappointments—or, we might say, from its collisions with intractability in its many guises."

From Peter Coviello and Elizabeth Freeman’s ”Never the Usual Terms: A Song for 21st Century Occupations,” in the latest issue of Periscope. (via lazz)

melvillehouse:

New Yorkers, remember to join us tomorrow at 7 PM at BookCourt to discuss Mary MacLane: her celebration, her abuse, and what it means even now to be a woman writing openly about herself. The night will be hosted by Emily Gould. Also: wine.

come hear us talk about what it means even now to be a woman writing openly about herself. (i just met marc’s mom for the first time and told her that maybe she wouldn’t want to read my tumblr. at least not in front of me.) 

mary maclane is more amazing than i thought she could be. she is obsessed with steak and lingerie and kissing the pages of her own autobiographical work. 

“…but there are ways and ways of doing things.” A+.  

"I began to get enormously interested in how everybody said the same thing over and over again with infinite variations but over and over again until finally if you listened with great intensity you could hear it rise and fall and tell all that there was inside them, not so much by the actual words they said or the thoughts they had but the movement of their thoughts and words endlessly the same and endlessly different."

Gertrude Stein (via thisblankpage). yes, it’s like this. (evocation is more important than information.) 

(Source: enchntdrosewrites)

dudguacamole:

Chris Kraus approves of your tumblr.

thank you for the “I’m looking at you Kara” tag :)

elanormcinerney:

“different ways to be. In the world”

“different ways of being in the world.”

Anne Carson | Autobiography of Red
Meghan Daum | Foreword 2013 | My Misspent Youth

this is one of the best visual representations of my personal reading/thinking/listening to music practice that i have ever seen.