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2021.04.27

01 First Thoughts

229.4 lbs

… my weight has been steadily trending down with cyclical upticks, but overall, a good downward trend, my diet shift and exercise efforts have been paying off…

Today’s Heather Cox Richardson post disturbs me, i wonder if i should get out of the habit of reading them first thing in the morning to preserve peace of mind… in particular, she relates Tucker Carlson’s tirade on Fox, demanding his followers confront mask wearers and call the police to report child abuse when they see a child wearing a mask and to keep calling them until they come… in general the right has become frightening, power is all that matters to them and the next two to four years will decide whether they succeed or not… also, the recount going on in Colorado seems likely to produce an unfounded and very suspect proclamation of voter fraud, it won’t matter that it isn’t true, truth is not the objective, the objective is to give fuel to the anger of people on the right, push them into revolting, violently if need be… it is painful and frightening to witness… thinking back to Carlson and the mask thing, i already had one incident this past winter where a man threatened to hit me with his pickup truck, i assumed he did so because i was wearing a mask… disturbing times… Biden/Harris are doing their best but it will be up to more sensible voters to turn out and turn them back while they still can…

… yesterday, because of the doggie disturbances during the night, i was exhausted… didn’t do much, didn’t make many images, napped for an hour or so after breakfast… needed rest… i cleaned up all the accumulated paperwork on my desk, nothing worrying surfaced, just a lot of stuff that needed to be scanned and shredded…

02 Catcalling, Lee Soho

… Separation…

… short poem, combing pubic hair with mascara, the shadows cast by the lengthening pubic hair are referred to as branches of night, an interesting way to think of shadows… lint is “ruined with every touch”… this escapes me… lint is ruin, we pick it off, like mascara might be disturbed by touch and come off, i wonder if there is an issue with the translation here… “Only the words I love you were left and we were not”… we continue to say the words long after we have stopped meaning it?, feeling it?…

… Part 2: The Birth of the Most Personal and Universal Kyungjin…

… personal/universal, self, everywoman?…

… reading the title, i anticipate the creation of a character, an alter ego, by the poet…

… Oppa Likes That Kind Of Girl…

… an abusive relationship…

… I Can’t Read Or Write Spanish…

… abuse from a cab driver who thinks she ought to talk to him…

… Catcalling…

… book title poem, all the abuse the poet endures on the street, in bars, wherever… shame on men…

… A Musical Variation for the Fighting Spirit…

… a series of fortune cookie type notes on the subject of being grabbed in public…

… Let Us Settle…

… a white bourgeois factory owner rapes an employee and gets away with it… the patriarchy is alive and well…

… The Birth of the Most personal and Universal Kyungjin…

… Part 2 title poem, one typed line in quotes, no spaces between words, all run together, more abuse of woman…

… Miss You When I’m Tipsy…

… more man behaving badly…

… Holiday Party…

… another man wants to tell her how it is?…

… Apology Letter…

… the poet apologizes for being blunt and honest, which hurt some people… women aren’t supposed to act like that…

03 Feedly Food

Aooj Aftab, Vulture Prince, 8.2, best new music

The Pakistan-born, Brooklyn-based composer draws from jazz, Hindustani classical, and folk to create a heartbreaking, exquisite document of the journey from grief to acceptance.

… i love the music the words describe… exotic, familiar… the multiarchy writes songs and sings… fuck the white man’s patriarchy… i read the review, i must listen to the music…

Ed Fornieles at Carlos/Ishikawa… photographs linked by algorithms on internet searches, this is like this until it is not… free association by algorithms?… people do this, algorithms like people?…

… this image of doll creations by Penny Goring attracts my attention…

Installation view of Penny Goring, Doom Doll, 2019 and War Doll, 2019
Installation view of Penny Goring, Doom Doll, 2019 and War Doll, 2019

… i get it right away… too obvious maybe?… all about the feminine in the world of masculine overlords… my reaction, not necessarily accurate… Penny Goring at Arcadia Missa

… sunrise almost… the birds singing outside my window become voices in my head…

this 3D printed clay house is very cool

Carlotta Guerrero, images of women, not the male gaze

… my male measure of photography of women, how much does it engage my male libido?, in this case, only a little, despite nudity and attractive women, the nudity is in the service of other thoughts and ideas beyond the male gaze… the article alludes to women with power presence and i agree… this is the image that first grabs my attention, the lead image for the article, yes, sex always sells…

Carlota Guerrero, Spiritual Striptease, LA 2018
Carlota Guerrero, Spiritual Striptease, LA 2018

… but immediately, the photograph’s narrative takes over…

Carlota Guerrero, Solange Knowles, A Seat at the table 20
Carlota Guerrero, Solange Knowles, A Seat at the table 20

… a quite interesting portrait for an album cover…

Carlota Guerrero website

Carlota Guerrero
Carlota Guerrero

An Illustrated Catalog of Fruits and Nuts

an article by Nina MacLaughlin on the full moon in The Paris Review

The ten-eyed horseshoe crabs are nabbed from the sand, lifted to labs where they’re stabbed in the heart and drained of a third of their blood, which is copper-based and milky blue. It’s collected for the limulus amebocyte lysate found there, which detects bacterial contaminants called endotoxins, lethal even in minor amounts, and used to test whether medical equipment is sterile. If ever in your life you have had a vaccine, it’s been touched by the blood of the horseshoe crab. The crabs, so drained, are returned to the sea. Splish splash. Some live.1

… i decide to buy the kindle version of Nina’s book (iv’e read her Paris Review article and bought her book, so we are on a first name basis) Summer Solstice

04 Walking

… sitting on 52, releasing my back, deciding which way to go, longer or shorter walk…

… earlier, a fender bender on Main Street… hispanic woman’s car rear ended a white woman’s car, both hop out sporting a cigarette between their fingers, both speak coarsely, no damage done but white woman does not accept that, she turns left and pulls over to inspect, hispanic woman moves on, a friend of the white woman pulls over in a flatbed pickup to help look for damage…

… a car turns onto 52, “what do we do with a drunken sailor, what do we do with a drunken sailor earlie in the morning”… lawn tractor behind me shaving grass in the park…

… sitting by Fishkill Creek… a woman works steadily on landscaping this section of the banks of the stream… i have seen her every morning i walk this route in the past week… usually i walk on a suitable non-threatening distance before sitting, this morning i sit before reaching her… by now i should be of little concern to her…

… 6600+ steps, should log 12k+ before reaching home… the sound of raking, one woman clean up crew…

05 Pictures

  1. Nina MacLaughlin, https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2021/04/26/pink-moon/

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