CN_175

JAN 26, 2021




The ATM machine was heavier than expected; it fell back on him the first time he tilted it. He had to kind of shove it to the side and wildly roll out of the way; one of the handles of the hand truck still managed to pinch his left forearm though. Panting on his back, he propped himself up on his elbows feeling the wounded throb and looked out across the bay. The full moon loomed large, pale and repetitive above the black tree line; its disordered squiggling reflection a symbol of weird, incomprehensible causality.

A buzzing came from the front pocket of the pants he had taken from the truck. Reaching in, he first pulled out a pack of cigarettes, then a cell phone. Incoming call, “Scam Likely”. He smiled faintly. He got up and walked over to the boat house and dropped the phone through the mail slot. Then spotting a red 5 gallon gas can, brought it down to the dock placing it and his backpack into the motor boat tied there.

Before re-attempting to move the machine, he pulled out a cigarette, discovering a small plastic baggie. He tapped out a tiny white dune onto the knuckle of his pointer finger and snorted. Then lit a cigarette lauding this rare good fortune, thinking of his kiss with Robert, wondering what it meant to him and whether he would ever see him again.  

Blowing out a last mock-glamorous wisp of smoke, he crushed the cigarette under his sneaker and used his new found strength to hobble the ATM unit down to the end of the dock. With a surge he dumped it into the back of the boat. It made a destructive sounding crash on impact. For a moment he stood there shaking his head standing akimbo; revisiting his general lack of good fortune. He climbed over the side and flicked the lighter on looking for damage. Satisfied, he removed the boat key from his bag and keyed up a little more powder. After untying, he started the engine and smoothly backed out into the black water.

He was now flying along at top speed, inside and out. There was no one else in sight; the salt wind rousing. For a moment he almost felt unfettered. Soon though he cut the engine and dropped anchor. Looking over the chrome railing of the bow, the now distant dock looked minuscule, like a microscopic string of Christmas lights lilting in a void.

He removed a roll of black duct tape and three m-80s from his bag. Screaming, using all his remaining power, motivated by the danger of his debt, he managed to get the money machine upright. Propping the gas can against the lock with his stomach he fed the tape to his other hand securing the canister to it. Then taped the three fireworks to the front. Without thinking too deeply he lit the three fuses and crouched behind the steering column and waited.

Image: Carlo Mollino





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The Goen Archive by Immanence Studio is a weighty, gorgeous paean to the triumphant triumvirate of Japanese clothing design: Rei Kawakubo, Yohji Yamamoto and Issey Miyake. The clean interplay of varying typography and garment image perfectly exalts its subject’s hard and soft approaches to volume, silhouette and culture. Part archive, part zine, part shop — the Goen Archive is a sincere, admirable labor of sartorial love. 🖤





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ORACLE



At the beginning of each week, we draw a single Tarot card and consult the I Ching. The Tarot card represents the person (you, me, us). The I Ching reading speaks to the nature of the scenario that you, me, us will face throughout the week. Think of it as protagonist (tarot) and plot or theme (I Ching). It is our opinion that neither the I Ching nor the Tarot are tools of prediction, but rather a mechanism to aid in self reflection.
        Before reading further, we recommend you collect your thoughts regarding the state of affairs inside your head as well as what you are involved with externally. Take precise stock of your emotional temperature and your goals for the week. The more preparation and detail, the better the results. 

So, of both the Tarot and the I Ching, we asked the following: for the coming week, what is the best advice for the engaged and sincere person?



Petite Reading
        Fear of change rules most lives; and simply, change is inevitable. As well, very few good things arrive without clear thinking; and clear thinking is not possible without tranquility. So, to deal with the pain caused by the fear of change, constantly pursue tranquility.

Complete Reading
        This week we pulled the Ace of Swords, reversed. When upright the card points to a kind of driving mental power — vigorous intellectuality. When reversed, there is still an indication that inner thoughts are all aglow, but there is a hesitance to release them. It could also be that there is a proliferation of ideas but no defined channel for deploying them. Patient, vigilance during birthing is encouraged.
        Our hexagram this week is # 27, Corners of the Mouth (Providing Nourishment). There were no changes, so how we enter the period is relatively how it is exited. This hexagram expounds on two main zones of nourishment. The first, that a person is defined by what parts of themselves they choose to nourish: “those who cultivate the inferior parts of their nature are inferior people. Those who cultivate the superior parts of their nature are superior people.” The second explains that to nourish properly a person has first to be calm: “tranquillity keeps the words that come out of the mouth from exceeding proper measure, and keeps the food that goes into the mouth from exceeding its proper measure.” It also adds, in the second part (quite importantly we think) that it is also necessary to keep things in motion, moving.
 

CN_174

JAN 19, 2021


As it rounds the corner, the headlights of the White Van, the one with the rope and Tiger Beat magazines under the seat, throw swelling chainlink and rhododendron shadows across the middling suburban white house.

By a swing-set, among the tall black/green azaleas with pink flowers, there is a werewolf. He is not funny; he is perhaps ridiculous in his trite torn blue jeans, but behind his yellow eyes he is seething. His thoughts are of the type which any group from any age, would execute him for.

Inside a few locked doors a boy is standing in a shower in his mother’s underwear. There is no mercy inside the house or outside the house — except perhaps in the touch of the warm water and the momentary solitude of the small steaming room.

From a closet next to this bathroom, a muted rustling can be heard. Within, on a hanger, is an empty dress with long lace sleeves performing a sort of horrible semaphore.

In the dark of the crawlspace under the house is a formless creature. The boy has seen it a few times in different shadowed corners. It resembles a fat man’s belly without the rest of the man. The boy wonders, when he eventually leaves the house for good, whether it stays or comes with him. It feels of him somehow.

At a bus stop, the next morning, pausing from an attempt at forging his parent’s signature, the boy can see a witch in black coat and hat with a green face, staring at him, half concealed by the back edge of his neighbor’s garage. At the boys feet is a single white crocus pushing up improbably through the scant snow and dirt. He looks at it earnestly trying to keep his secret, harborless questions at bay.

Image: Francesco Clemente





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In life, a desire for realism is for sure a good start. But quickly in one’s travels one realizes that a personal reality when shared looks very dissimilar to another’s. Often one’s own reality appears as a perplexing fantasy to the other, and vice versa. So, we are constantly left feeling disenfranchised having to keep our idiosyncratic natures private whilst participating in the most anemic and flat interactions. But in a way (if you can be like spiritual about it 🙄) this is fine, because this situation is true for everybody, so the absolute difference is the absolute sameness (kind of cold comfort though). Jumping ahead in this sequence, we’d say that the height of expressing this universal subjectivity is through the imaginative act. And sincere expressions of imagination are a salve to the ache of constant isolation.
        The locale of furniture (or the applied arts) is a great area for the imaginative expression as it is less expected than in the fine arts, where it is requisite and can often feel rote or remote. Utility keeps furniture from being mere sculpture, and the imagination can keep furniture (and reality 😉) from being invisible (and thus dangerous 🙄).
        This fecund tension between utility and imaginative expression in the applied arts is all over the DNA project featured here. Really, this site runneth over with poetic, imaginative expression. It is also worth mentioning that gathered here is quite an insane roster of designers: Max Lamb, Gaetano Pesce, Hella Jongerius, François Bauchet, Rick Owens… sheesh. Anyway 😘👌

Also of note: Max Lamb: 60 Chairs





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ORACLE



At the beginning of each week, we draw a single Tarot card and consult the I Ching. The Tarot card represents the person (you, me, us). The I Ching reading speaks to the nature of the scenario that you, me, us will face throughout the week. Think of it as protagonist (tarot) and plot or theme (I Ching). It is our opinion that neither the I Ching nor the Tarot are tools of prediction, but rather a mechanism to aid in self reflection.
        Before reading further, we recommend you collect your thoughts regarding the state of affairs inside your head as well as what you are involved with externally. Take precise stock of your emotional temperature and your goals for the week. The more preparation and detail, the better the results. 

So, of both the Tarot and the I Ching, we asked the following: for the coming week, what is the best advice for the engaged and sincere person?



Petite Reading
        The first basic truth: you are a limited creature in an unlimited universe. To live bogged down by this truth is a waste of time, but it is nevertheless a brutal fact. Strive for a life of amiable warmth and brightness, constantly trying to eschew deception — remembering that the biggest trickery (the biggest cloud over your brightness) is believing you are without limits. It is no easy task to set the wave form (crest and trough) of ecstasy and sadness — but the struggle to have authority over this rhythm is the only real way to live. (Suffice it to say though, that you should spend most of your time in the middle of these two peaks; whilst always remembering, without hills and valleys life is flat and featureless).

Complete Reading
        This week we pulled the Sun card in reversed aspect. The symbolism of the Sun (when upright) is of course obvious: clarity by way of illumination and life giving warmth. When the symbology is upended it points to a kind of doldrum, the states of ineffectuality and vagueness. Something like positive realism and joyful indulgence is the way forward here. Identify what you love and what is best about yourself and pull it out into the gleaming sun. Forgive yourself your petty deceptions and send the accountant of your soul on a lovely vacation. When you are ready to experience clarity and joy do not allow for half measures, blast yourself with acceptance and joy.
        Our first hexagram, which we partner with our tarot to describe (or further detail) the current situation, is #51, The Arousing (Shock, Thunder). This hexagram contained three changes, so expect some variation this week. The discussion here torques around the subject of fear and trembling and how the acceptance (and respect) for these larger violently impersonal forces of the cosmos, are the only foundation for a proper life. Take the subject of “death” as an example, the ending of our own life and of those all around us is shocking — a gut wrenchingly sad circumstance; but if you don’t let the truth of death in, you are apt to lead a life bereft of seriousness and perhaps of little importance to yourself or others. Another way, life is petty without accepting terror. Really facing the terror brings vitality to living. The specific notes about the changes this week encourage absolute acceptance of losses (don’t fight to get out of the raging waters, just stay afloat) discourage extremes and stay centered.
        The second hexagram, the one that suggests how best to meet the aforementioned challenges (or the changes) is #60, Limitation. The language of some hexagrams is more straightforward than others. With these we find it lovely to share direct quotes with only a little added commentary. The discourse here centers around the reality of setting boundaries or limits in a universe of infinite/inexhaustible possibilities. “Limitations are troublesome, but they are effective” though “it is necessary to set limits even upon limitation.” “The individual attains significance as a free spirit only by surrounding themself with these limitations and by determining for themself what their duty is.” Then further, there is beautiful symbology in the employment of the analogy of a limited lake and endless water: “A lake is something limited. Water is inexhaustible. A lake can contain only a definite amount of the infinite quantity of water; this is its peculiarity. In human life too the individual achieves significance through discrimination and the setting of limits.”

 

CN_173

JAN 12, 2021



1850: In a tavern overlooking a particular narrows of the Potomac River, two Imps of the Perverse sit facing each other. Cloistered from the misty afternoon outside, they are volleying passages from Emerson’s Self-Reliance. The subject matter, too ambitious, oft ambles and yields to topicality, settling on the impending Civil War.

1910: A young French captain, Paul Balduin, of the river steamship, Fidèle, docks in a port along the Vltava River, Prague. While on brief leave, a stowaway lodges in his cabin. The young man is an exasperated philosophy student, Matthew Leggatt. It is only when the ship returns to sail that the lodger makes his presence known. Balduin motivated by the loneliness of his rank, entertains the uncommonly existential Student of Prague. As the ship passes under the Charles Bridge, Legatt murders Balduin and kills himself.

2021: Dr. Circe Narcissopoulos sits high on a rocky bank of the Haliacmon river. She is intently looking at the other side. A structural physicist, she has been hired to consult about a new bridge. She muses on the remote bridges over jungle streams, the great Verrazano, providential ones made by fallen trees, the wildly far off Magellanic Bridge, the gene bridges stringing through generations and even tunnels. Her tendency towards poetic rumination, her unbridled receptivity and her ambition, stir in her a rejection of concrete conveyance and physical transit. She spends the remainder of her life calculating a riddle of how to make both banks the same while keeping the river intact. In 2045 she wins the Nobel prize for her work in practicable telepathy.




SITES IN USE




Being that there are infinite realities — one must create a system of their own, or be enslaved by another’s — to paraphrase Blake. Thus it is always an inspirational joy to see someone of talent materializing and iterating their own ideal. Take the work of designer Clayton Crocker as an example; the reality inside the contour he circumscribes is one uniquely, springy, tight, and voluptuous. 🐚





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ORACLE



At the beginning of each week, we draw a single Tarot card and consult the I Ching. The Tarot card represents the person (you, me, us). The I Ching reading speaks to the nature of the scenario that you, me, us will face throughout the week. Think of it as protagonist (tarot) and plot or theme (I Ching). It is our opinion that neither the I Ching nor the Tarot are tools of prediction, but rather a mechanism to aid in self reflection.
        Before reading further, we recommend you collect your thoughts regarding the state of affairs inside your head as well as what you are involved with externally. Take precise stock of your emotional temperature and your goals for the week. The more preparation and detail, the better the results. 

So, of both the Tarot and the I Ching, we asked the following: for the coming week, what is the best advice for the engaged and sincere person?



Petite Reading
        The message this week seems to be identifying a personal liability in a larger problematic; that is, not spending time diagnosing what is wrong with the world at large (there are times for that) but identifying one’s own fraudulent and damaging part in it.

Complete Reading
        This week we drew the Justice card in reverse aspect. Here the subject is self deception, of the willful variety. Take special note as to how the obstacles you face are related to your pet delusions. This is a card of personal accountability. The best way forward this period will not be pointing the finger but looking in the mirror. (Be both Laura Linney and Richard Gere in The Mothman Prophecies).
        This week we rolled a hexagram with no changes, so how we enter the week will be relatively how we exit it. Our hexagram is number 45, Gathering Together (Massing). Using the symbolism of swelling waters, in danger of breaking their banks, the topic here centers around the gathering together of masses of people. We have rolled this hexagram quite a few times and the message has become fairly clear. In order that large masses of people are to get along they have to have a leader and something like a shared goal of morality (could be religious, could be secular). Prosperity happens when ancestry (the past) and progeny (the future) are felt to be mutually positive; this is true for blood family or a nation. Casting aspersions on all external binding elements is like a levee at the breaking point. Finding what is common to all is imperative to prevent chaos. But of course horrors have been visited upon this planet many, many times over. This subject makes us think of Yeat’s poem The Second Coming — written all the way back in 1919 “in the aftermath of the First World War and the beginning of the Irish War of Independence.”

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
 

CN_172

JAN 05, 2021




Far away from
The pickpocket, throat slit streets,
The fish gut gutters,
The slash and burn people, who come and go as they please,
The ever-going agora of topicality,
The easy pickins,
The micro cons, middling cons and tattoo contracts,
The administrators and commentators,
The meretriciously confident confidence shakers,
The tin medal merchants and gold medal merchants,
The hot potato brokers,
The busking Carthusians,
The innumerable Gordon Gekkos hiding out as middle class moralists,
The fights catalyzed from half thought out expressions heard whole,
The 26 letters,
The money buttressed everythings,
        There is an inland lake, surrounded by unknown acreages of virgin woods, with water as clear as the clearest air, in which languidly swims a solitary iridescent carp, within whose belly is heart of all fire.





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As with the reciprocal definition at a water’s edge between shore and sea, the text and image of photographer Federico Clavarino’s site take on a similar primordial mutuality of determination. This beautifully calm method of explication feels almost inevitable.





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Lionel Johnson, The Precept of Silence, 1893
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ORACLE


Of both the Tarot and the I Ching, we asked the following:
For the coming week, what is the best advice for the engaged and sincere person?



Petite Reading:
        Life is clouded; clarity will come from facing an inner daemon; courage and not intellect is important here. There are no shortcuts to establishing a healthy and durable project (a relationship, an artwork, a company). Take time to understand the nature of this desired project, what is the function of the outward appearance? Do not confuse beauty and power; beauty is what power should seek, but beauty itself has no substance.

Complete Reading:
        This week we pulled the Moon card, in reversed aspect. The card, in this upended position, points to a time with little illumination, a time of unsettled sleep and heavy dreams. There is consequent self-facing anxiety and confusion. But participation here is recommended. If these shadows of consciousness are engaged, illumination is apt to result. Befriend or at least respect the inner daemon.
        Our first hexagram, which we partner with our tarot to describe (or further detail) the current situation, is #22, Grace. Here we have a definition of grace — and subsequently, its place in the larger order. It states: “grace—beauty of form—is necessary in any union if it is to be well ordered and pleasing rather than disordered and chaotic” but “the strong element must be regarded as the decisive factor.” Ultimately, strength brings all that is important into being — with beauty the power becomes attractive (thus successful). There are three changes this week so expect unevenness. These are the relevant highlights regarding those variations: with collaboration there are no shortcuts, outward form should strive to express the understanding of its inward genesis and good fortune depends on constant perseverance.
        The second hexagram, the one that suggests how best to meet the challenges (or the changes) is #4, Youthful Folly. Here is detailed the optimal relation between a student and a teacher. It is said that the correct orientation is of a student seeking a teacher; the other way round is a highly troubled foundation. A student should be curious; a teacher should be patient. Where a student is modest a teacher should be resolute like an oracle. Both student and teacher must have a perseverance that “never slackens until the points are mastered one by one.” If this is done “real success is sure to follow.”

CN_171

DEC 22, 2020




Once, we stole a decorative urn from a hotel. It was a strange thing to do. We had first noticed it on the elevator landing of the floor where our mother was staying. She had come down to check on us at school — a (fruitless) attempt to reorient our “mounting oddness.”
        The urn was large and sat on a small table between two corporately-mutated Louis XV chairs. It was black and classically funereal. Like a deluded middle class dreamer out of a Flaubert novel, we imagined its acquisition would change things for us. Ultimately it was to be part of a string of absurd and desperate moves to define ourself. Looking back it seems like so much pointless trouble.
        We returned to the hotel on a random night — well after dinner hours but not conspicuously late. We set out from our nowhere apartment with a knapsack (it was our sister’s, one of those large hiking backpacks typically seen overloading mute undergraduates on public transport between European hostels).
        Feeling recognizably alone and acting abnormally natural, we pushed through the revolving doors, passed the side-leering manikins of the concierge counter and up the elevator to the correct floor. There it was, rather out of place, freakishly Victorian. We sat in the cone of light in one of the flanking chairs. We didn’t move for a long time trying to muster nerve; managing the swirl of foolishness and self loathing.
        We placed the bag open in front of the table. We reached for it decidedly. It hardly budged. Was it tackily fixed, forecasting idiots like us? With even more commitment and recklessness we turned our back to the elevator and gave it a full two-armed tug. It wasn’t glued or bolted, it was solid marble — an object of ridiculous weight. Witlessly we dedicated to our task. We picked it up, practically stumbling backwards, collapsing to our knees horribly failing at cleanly putting the thing in the sack. While panicking, trying to un-pinch the fabric and draw up the material around it, the elevator doors opened. The urn was half in half out. We froze in a lurch, like a grave robber in the beam of a flashlight.
        A well heeled family of four exited and stopped. They were about 10 ft from us. A man and woman and their two children; the apotheosis of stability — our antithesis. We made condemning eye contact with each one, watching their expressions migrate from confusion to unvarnished contempt. We must have shrugged unstably as they fortuitously thought it best to move on.
        We franticly finished our job and zipped it closed, projecting that the man was talking to the front desk about the insane person on their floor. Getting the sack up on to our back took ludicrous effort, but we did it. The only way to walk was being dreadfully bent, our chest almost parallel to the floor. Leaving the the elevator, like a young hunchback, we staggered to the exit. To our disbelief we entered the blank evening unmolested.
        We were fairly haunted by our activity — not dramatically, but more farcically. We had a part time job as a lifeguard at a hospital pool. It was supposedly for nurses and doctors; but no one ever swam there. Between not going to class and sitting poolside in red trunks in an old office chair, we spent a lot of time thinking whether we would continue live so nonsensically. We did.
        Some time later we bumped the urn off its shelf crashing it down on a fish bowl, denting the floor and sending water into the crack.






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A thoughtful, pink and gray patchwork framing the grounds of a writer’s biography. This is an intense little site evoking what seems to be an equally resonant book. Its subject is the nonconformist German writer Uwe Johnson and his transplanted home, Sheerness (a small post-industrial island on the south east coast of the UK). Author Patrick Wright has pieced together a rather lovely and very personal site.





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ORACLE


Of both the Tarot and the I Ching, we asked the following:
For the coming week, what is the best advice for the engaged and sincere person?



Petite Reading:
        There is a deep momentum present; like water moving in a channel toward a sea. Custodians of critical and poetic capacity are needed to steward the power to the seat of its aspiration. This is neither an easy task nor one for everybody.

Complete Reading:
        This week we pulled the “Seven of Wands.” Here the image is of a person defending themselves from a multitude of attackers. This contender/defender has the advantage of a hilltop position. Conspicuously the personage wears mismatched shoes — a symbol of being thrown into the situation without the benefit of preparation (life). The stronghold is defensible — but requires eternal vigilance.
        Our first hexagram, which we partner with our tarot to describe (or further detail) the current situation, is #6, Conflict. “If a person is entangled in a conflict, their only salvation lies in being so clear–headed and inwardly strong that they are always ready to come to terms by meeting the opponent halfway.” The discussion here is about the sincere desire to have a situation be truly correct. That is, there is no circumstance where one party is totally without error — thus true salvation lies in the struggle for noble compromise. The specific change this week points to holding one’s ground if a genuine belief is present — if you know you are right stay with it.
        Our second hexagram, the one that suggests how best to meet the challenges (or the changes) is #64, Before Completion. “The conditions are difficult. The task is great and full of responsibility.” “It is nothing less than that of leading the world out of confusion back to order… deliberation and caution are the prerequisites of success.” This hexagram points to success or an arrival that has been in progress for a long time — almost inevitable. It is not wholly in the bag but needs to be carefully carried through to the final realization — without core clarity.