monsoon crashed down after a hot hot week. dancing in prospect heights with cucumber gin, mario battali would like that. lucas foglia takes pictures in appalachia of those who escape our modern living:“little stones at my window” by mario benedetti:
Once in a while
joy throws little stones at my window
it wants to let me know that it’s waiting for me
but today I’m calm
I’d almost say even-tempered
I’m going to keep anxiety locked up
and then lie flat on my back
which is an elegant and comfortable position
for receiving and believing news
. don’t worry, I’m convinced
joy doesn’t need to throw any more little stones
I’m coming
I’m coming.
. (martin parr)
saw the triennial exhibit at the ICP and loved it. i am a graduate now munching on brazil nuts and talking to brazilians with orange corduroy pants on the ACE
brilliant photographer taking pictures of the weirdest and most mundane and off-puting things
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