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Apr 5 / Tiziana La Melia

Friendly Exchange

I participated in a chain letter through which I began receiving uplifting songs and quotes from people, some of which I knew, others complete strangers.

Like this one from Raymond:

Or like this one from Scott: all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you

Part of the original chain letter goes, “We’re starting a collective, constructive, and hopefully uplifting exchange. It’s a one-time thing and we hope you will participate. We have picked those we think would be faithful, and make it fun. Please send an encouraging quote or verse to the person whose name is in position 1 below (even if you don’t know him or her). It should be a favorite text verse/motivational poem/prayer/meditation that has lifted you when you were experiencing challenging times. Don’t agonize over it–it is one you reach for when you need it or the one that you always turn to”.


Below are some lines I  reached to while still in school, during challenging times in the studio:


We call it minimalism but it is really rococo. Where realism is a form of archaism.

- Charles Bernstein on Richard Tuttle


Through a forest of mystic meaning, Religion hunts for Poetry’s freedom, while Poetry roams Divinity’s sovereign source.

- Susan Howe on Emily Dickinson


“Human consciousness is in perpetual pursuit of a language and a style. To assume

consciousness is at once to assume form. Even at levels far below the zone of

definition and clarity, forms, measures and relationships exist. The chief

characteristic of the mind is to be constantly describing itself”.

-Henri Focillon


Making images and objects while also making sentences and words. It takes time to do both. 


A friend on Facebook, who I have never met in person, posted an interview of  Etel Adnam in Bomb Magazine.  Many things she said make me hesitate.

I linger in places

                              like here:

Images are, in one way, what we receive, but they are also the tools with which we think. To make images, you think with them, somehow. You mentioned Baudelaire. For Baudelaire, images work not like shapes, but like ideas made visible. He was particularly interested in the encounter between what we call the inner world and the outer world. And poetry deals magnificently with that. It is one of the major definitions of poetry. It addresses that relationship between what we call the subject and the object, which melt in what we call consciousness. Sometimes we transcribe this state of mind into words and call it a poem or a text. The same is true for the other arts. Writing is a very mysterious activity. When you write, you say things that would not have occurred to your mind otherwise. I don’t know if the fact that we don’t use paper and ink anymore affects writing. On a computer it’s a new situation.


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