Swagger would be the wrong word
Because Gerhard Marx doesn’t swagger. He’s been not-swaggering for a long time, and it shows. He might as well — he’s earned it. But restraint,…
Category: Writing
Into: A Razor’s feel – A Landscapification
(Quick dash before breakfast on a new poem) I've been thinking about the nature of seeing, and of being seen. About the intense and delicate…
A Landscape of Connection
A thought I have: artworks are prayers to connection. In my painting, I have this process I call "Landscapification"—where the body is treated not just…
For days when the signal-to-noise ratio approaches zero.
A four-line anti-manifesto. Into the Void
A Poem’s Proper Place: Notes on Digital Landart
Imagine landart. An artist arranges stones in a remote desert, and the meaning of the work is inseparable from its location. Where would you plant…
The Declaration of Affective Independence
In the Crisis Year of Our Choosing, July Fourth Preamble When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for a people to sever…