the analyst's seat

"There’s no diploma in the world that declares you as an artist—it’s not like becoming a doctor. You can declare yourself an artist and then figure out how to be an artist." —Kara Walker

“Who am I, without exile?” as well as the recurring refrain, “what shall we do without exile?” The questions seek to open up a future under the conditions in which the future has been foreclosed or in which the future can only be thought as repeated subjugation.
J.Butler

“Life does not accommodate you, it shatters you. It is meant to, and it couldn’t do it better. Every seed destroys its container or else there would be no fruition.”
—Florida Scott-Maxwe

Yellow cough on the mountaintop. I say to myself,
“This time, I’m taking it slowly”. For,
This time, six years ago, I was buried in a strange bed
I was buried in a strange sensation
Something like: my head, of helium, of a hot and humid planet
Like: My chest pressed against the ocean floor
Like: Me, a mechanical, churning forward
‘Till I was fished out by a needle in my back
Gasping as I again met the earth
As my body recalled the sensations
Of riptides and setting off into tumultuous seas
Bobbing along an erratic texture of waves
Uncertain departures from ambivalent lands

Carcasse, you tremble
As I hurl you once again against the wall
To appease a fear by facing it head-on
Head-strong to a fault
Laid to rest with my vices
And my heartache, which has her calling me
Every week
Voice laced with velvet and milk

The past beckoning us both as if it were a future

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altiplanos:

…and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
— Pablo Neruda

Just Wicked altiplanos!

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…and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
— Pablo Neruda

“And I cried. For myself. For this woman talkin’ about love. For all the women who have ever stretched their bodies out anticipating civilization and finding ruins.”
— Sonia Sanchez (Homegirls and Handgrenades)

"When we revolt it’s not for a particular culture. We revolt simply because, for many reasons, we can no longer breathe” ― Frantz Fanon

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altiplanos:

“Beauty is not a very well-balanced thing; it has to be disturbing and uncomfortable.”
— Christian Lacroix

This blew our socks off altiplanos!

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Dizma - Desolate

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“This is what it is to love an artist: The moon is always rising above your house. The houses of your neighbors look dull and lacking in moonlight. But he is always going away from you. Inside his head there is always something more beautiful.”
— Sarah Ruhl, Eurydice