Listen to more Fado.

O and good morning to the exquisite things Frank O’Hara does in the third stanza of “34 Mile Wind”! 🖤

We’ve been living through an extravagant “Let them eat cake” era. At the same time, I’m feeling (are you feeling it?) invisible revolutions forming in hearts everywhere. Nothing has changed, but everything is changing. salrandolph.substack.com/p/marie-marie

Why not dwell in The Stone Chamber Where One Writes Exquisite Things or stay a while in The Pavilion for Prolonging Spring? Perhaps you might visit the Hall of Ancient Echoes, take in the view from The Tower Surrounded by Green or breathe deeply in Purified Fragrance Studio?

Why not dwell in The Stone Chamber Where One Writes Exquisite Things or stay a while in The Pavilion for Prolonging Spring? Perhaps you might visit the Hall of Ancient Echoes, take in the view from The Tower Surrounded by Green or breathe deeply in Purified Fragrance Studio?

Feeling a little desperate over all of the things I can’t prevent.

Science is good. We should fund it.

Small capsule on a glittering dark sea.

Christo and Jeanne-Claude, L'Arc de Triomphe Wrapped, 2021

This is the kind of news I need.

I’ve forgotten how to do whatever it was that I thought I was supposed to do and now the writing is writing itself. salrandolph.substack.com/p/two-swords...

the pompon dog bed is big enough for all

A radical mermaid-like creature, a fish-dog (?), and a monkey in a hurry form an unlikely trio in a 17th-century Persian version of a medieval Arabic treatise: publicdomainreview.org/collection/m...

It’s just…

They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— - Emily Dickinson, no 613

Leonora Carrington, Apr 6, 1917 - May 25, 2011 Leonora Carrington, British-Mexican (1917-2011), EI Nigromante, c. 1950, oil on canvas, 73.7 x 54.6 cm, private collection

Tony Feher

I had this 1998 Cy Twombly sculpture in my tabs for so long, I forgot whose account of performative mystification at seeing it put it there in the first place. But baffled discovery isn't a bad way to experience a Twombly sculpture greg.org/archive/2026...

As you probably know Iʻve spent years carrying Frank OʻHaraʻs Lunch Poems around with me, preferably in a pocket. The other day, I saw a copy on a table in one of my favorite New York spaces, Torn Page, and hereʻs what happened. salrandolph.substack.com/p/oh-poem-we...

What the Sirens sing in The Odyssey: Dark days the bright gods willed, Wounds you bore there, Argos old soldiery On Troy beach teeming, Charmed out of time we see. No life on earth can be Hid from our dreaming.

"Not seeing rivers is also another way of dying.” - Etel Adnan, Fog

manifold! / behind shut eyelid / a luminous continuum / banner any mind -Ronald Johnson

Robert Smithson / Spirals, 1970

How are you? How are you doing in this time of war? With Etel Adnan, I’m feeling the iridescent inner chaos. Can I turn and face it? Here is my most recent dharma talk from this past Sunday morning. salrandolph.substack.com/p/to-be-in-a...

How many ways to say this must end.

Ruth Asawa, "Spring," 1965 www.moma.org/collection/w...

I have been feeling in need of a little magic these days. Have you? There are wondrous pavilions everywhere, but we do not always see them. salrandolph.substack.com/p/from-the-y...

As bombs have been falling across the Middle East, I’ve been re-reading Etel Adnan, Lebanese-American poet and painter. At the same time I have returned to her paintings, expanses of color and light that fill the eye and lift the spirit. I thought you might like to see them too.

I’m at AWP this weekend with copies of my book, The Uses of Art, tabling for dispersed holdings. If you’re in Baltimore, come say hi (table 536, catty-corner from Ivy Bookstore). salrandolph.substack.com/p/booksellin...

“…for amongst the many small things we know about this great saint, soldier, and martyr, is that she cried very easily, whenever she was upset, frightened, cross, or hurt.” - V. Sackville-West on Joan of Arc/Jeanne d’Arc

6.42 a.m. cool air … voices: sunbird, jungle babblers, crows, red-whiskered bulbul, hawk-cuckoo … my neighbor in his backyard washing clothes in a bucket

Whenever I need to check my toner I print a full page picture of a Wade Guyton painting

Found Guyton (sidewalk sculpture).

Legendary composer Èliane Radigue died this past week at the age of 94. She was a pioneer of electronic music and many of her compositions expressed her Buddhist practice in their spacious and slow moving sonic fields. salrandolph.substack.com/p/the-resona...

If you are looking for some feral art criticism, this is the book for you.

Alexander Calder, "Snow Flurry," 1950 calder.org/works/hangin...

Allegory of alchemy in a bas-relief of the central porch of Notre Dame Cathedral, Paris. The head crowned by clouds —much like the Bride's in Marcel Duchamp's "Large Glass."

I am dreaming and writing of horses, but they need time to gather themselves and begin their fiery galloping. Meanwhile, this new year is still emerging from the old. Tell me what you are carrying from the old year, and what you are wishing for in the new. salrandolph.substack.com/p/the-new-days

an A5 postcard for staring at while listening to Derek Jarman's Blue on the BBC on 19 September 1993, for people who didn't get Channel 4 greg.org/archive/2026...

As the news swirls constantly around us, I continue my practice of writing back to posts on social media. It seems I’ve been doing this for a year! It’s a form of play that helps me reclaim my attention and connect to my sense of being. I invite you to do the same!

i went outside for my brain again

My notebooks these days are filled with strange wanderings and shards of tales both short and long. salrandolph.substack.com/p/sea-of-ice...

People are such a cornucopia!

The way he says “cab.”

How do we speak when language fails? salrandolph.substack.com/p/laments

“Artist refers to a person, willfully enmeshed in a dilemma of categories, who performs as if none of them existed.” - Allan Kaprow

I don’t want to hear anything from an elected official unless it’s a plan to defund the DHS and impeach Noem, Bovino, etc. No texts. No emails. No talk about the economy. Step up or step off.

Free Words was a hot pink artists book I described as “a book that belonged to anyone who found it.” I placed it onto the shelves of bookstores and libraries to be discovered, and people who found it had to make a decision about whether they were truly free to carry it away. Here’s the story.

From the great David Wojnarowicz (thread): "I wake up every morning in this killing machine called america & I’m carrying this rage like a blood filled egg & there’s a thin line between inside & the outside a thin line between thought & action & that line is simply made up of blood & muscle & bone"