Thursday, May 28, 2026

#574 Nocturne (2)


A curtain is drawn back to expose a house that is burning. It is night, which makes the flames more vivid. A bilboquet that thinks it's a cello watches on but makes no attempt to help or to cover up the scene by drawing the curt- ain closed. A bird cut from some similar cloth is flying away. It has nowhere to go.

Sunday, May 24, 2026

#573 Sometimes / the name / of an object . . .


Why did I see coffins where Manet saw pale figures? René Magritte, in a letter to Michel Foucault.

Simplicity is a great charm in letter- writing. Everything is solidly anchored within a pedagogic space, where a word can take the place of an object in reality. The gaze encounters words as if they had strayed to the heart of things. To cumber epistles with quotations, similes, flowery language, & a stilted, pedantic style, is in bad taste, much like a text written by a zealous instructor. A phrase may, by the addition or omission of one word, or by the alteration of one punctuation mark, convey to the reader an entirely different idea from that intended by the writer. In the thin space separating the mirror's polished, reflection capt- uring surface & the opaque surface of the wall that catches only shadows, there is nothing. Says all that is necessary, in plain, distinct language, & says no more. Sources: This Is Not a Pipe, by Michel Foucault The Ladies’ Book of Etiquette (1860), by Florence Hartley

Wednesday, May 13, 2026

#572 La Parure De L’Orage


This is a landscape, even though the sea is the backdrop & the front is taken up by what looks like a red wood floor. On which gather cut- out characters, painted, but made to look like cut paper collage. Hard- edged despite the indentations. Hard to tell which way they are looking, what they are there for. Gathered to observe the ocean, or gathered to talk among themselves while the wind whips around them & probably whips their words away? Or have they come to revel in dis- aster? It's somewhat difficult to see, but there's a ship out there, wrecked by the violence of the storm, deposited onto the shore.