From An Anthology II by Yukai Du.
From Ghost Stories, by Sarah Maxwell.
From Hanif Abdurraqib’s They Can’t Kill Us Until They Kill Us.
The demand is simple: no one gets to speak the name of my city without first knowing it as I have. The interior of the land is always layered. Yes, sometimes with blood, but sometimes with bodies marching, with bodies moving, with bodies flooded into the streets chanting or dancing at the roller rink.
The great mission of any art that revolves around place is the mission of honesty. So many of us lean into romantics when we write of whatever place we crawled out of, perhaps because we feel like we owe it something, even when it has taken more from us than we’ve taken from it. The mission of honesty becomes a bit cloudy when we decide to be honest about not loving the spaces we have claimed as our own.
By Francis Vallejo.
By Frank Moth (portfolio).
From Jialung Deng‘s A Silent Room.
Marfa from The Brothers McLeod on Vimeo.
Suzanne Moxhay, from Interiors.
Two different snakes, from Lauren Napolitano.
Annie Baillargeon, from the (unsettling) collection, Les natures mortes.
By Ilya Milstein — I love his detail and his titles. In order: “A Library by the Tyrrhenian Sea,” “The Minimalist,” and “On Exactitude in Science.”