Someone waiting for the subway this morning being hit by sunlight.
To move
Cleanly.
Needing to be
Nowhere else.
Wanting nothing
From any store.
To lift something
You already had
And set it down in
A new place.
Awakened eye
Seeing freshly.
What does that do to
The old blood moving through
Its channels?
A well-graffitied wall in the bathroom of a favorite Cambridge bar was recently painted over. People are starting to scribble again. Lines from the Second Elegy of Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies starts the conversation.
[Thanks go to Jonah for having his phone in the men’s room.]
Jose Javier Serrano
Unmoved in its secretive life,
like an underground city,
so the days may glide down
like ungraspable dew:
nothing fails, or shall perish,
until we be born again,
until all that lay plundered
be restored with the tread
of the springtime we buried—
the unceasingly stilled, as it lifts
itself out of non-being, even now,
to be flowering bough.
Divided personality 02 (by Sergio Albiac). Ongoing painting series.
by emmett williams
Synckop
NAM
by luis camnitzer



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A well-graffitied wall in the bathroom of a favorite Cambridge bar was recently painted over. People are starting to scribble again. Lines from the Second Elegy of Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies starts the conversation.
[Thanks go to Jonah for having his phone in the men’s room.]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw99aua8rT1qd391jo1_500.jpg)








