A.V. Marraccini

Not Not Revelation: On Negative Capability, Meister Eckhart, And The Paintings of Gotthard Graubner - Pittsburgh Review of Books I.

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Thank you, don’t know why it didn’t copy correctly!

For the new Pittsburgh Review of Books an essay by me: “Not Not Revelation: On Negative Capability, Meister Eckhart, And The Paintings of Gotthard Graubner”

(Please Google the images, the rights weren’t possible to acquire)

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Ach Toby* I’m so sorry my phone hates me!

In Belgrade on 3 October? Hear Tony Upson talk about art writing as practice and my work in dialogue with Anne Carson and Bruce Hainley. At SKUP Novi Sad as part of the What Should Curating Do? Series.

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Auf Deutsch – Für die Berlin Review
(@blnreview.bsky.social ): Anmerkungen zu einer späten Kritik über Motherwells „Offene Rechtecke“, Jerome Robbins‘ „Nachmittag eines Fauns“ und die Aufforderung: „Träume von mir“ als Methode. Übersetzt von Samir Sellami.

For the Berlin Review
(@blnreview.bsky.social ): Notes toward a late criticism, on Motherwell's Open rectangles, Jerome Robbins' Afternoon of a Faun, and enjoining: "Dream About Me" as method. Auch in deutscher Übersetzung von Samir Sellami. blnreview.de/en/ausgaben/...

Schattenblog cargo.site

Schattenblog is an idiosyncratic critical experiment. It's a page by page reading commentary on @deepvellumbooks.bsky.social 's edition of Schattenfroh by Michael Lentz, translated by Max Lawton. It can be read for free with or without the book, but it's published now!
schattenblog.avmarraccini.com

Post 14 — Schattenblog cargo.site

A new Schattenblog! Under Construction (p.324-44): I consider our Narrator's arrival at a wall-building city, the ends of pain and beauty, migraines, Bruegel, and more: schattenblog.avmarraccini.com/post-14

Thank you, have a lovely night.

Thank you. But you know, sometimes our politics become the way we see people, and I’m over neoliberal girlboss self-interest. Frankly, the Marxist-Leninists to the hard left of me on twitter had no problem letting me enjoy art in my leisure nor space for grief. It does not speak well of this place.

What are you going to do, lecture me about resistance after failing to acknowledge a genocide for twenty months because “vote blue no matter who”?

Stopping* anyway, when people push you too far it is good to walk away for your own sanity.

I’m a leftist and frankly liberals yell at me enough already. I don’t need to sit here and do it for fun.

After my beloved cat died, I got smugly lectured about how I should be out stilling ICE abductions (you should never tell an emotional person to interact with cops like that, it’s not good protest policy). This site has a track record.

As you can see from the self satisfied liberal hatred response to completely innocuous posts, this website is not a useful or ethical alternative to twitter. I won’t be responding to messages or posts here for a while. Please use @ Saintsoftness on Twitter or Insta. Email avmarraccini@gmail.com .

You can feel free to Google my name for my other life. I’ll wait.

This is why I don’t regularly post to bluesky. Self satisfied hatred of happiness is not progressive.

You can enjoy being a joyless harridan but for me, ballet and being able to eat a scone that are linked in being both things my body otherwise can’t normally do due to a genetic disease and autoimmune condition respectively, and are a victory. Congratulate yourself on being a random asshole.

Wouldn’t be ballet class without a pastry afterward— today I was tempted by miraculous gf scone over creampuff:

I realised I talk a lot about ballet but you don’t very often get to see me doing this thing I love. The studio is busy and we like to keep class private, so we feel safe making mistakes, but one day I was early and there was no class before, so I snapped this:

Bedside table plus the vintage Fragonard at frick postcard:

Omg the creampuff bakery had gf chocolate chip scones!!! I got my Goma (black sesame) traditional post-ballet creampuff and a scone to toast up for breakfast, mmmm.

Hello (finally) from the Fragonard room of the Frick!!

Ephemera— Difficult Epigrams (1)-- I actually thought about pitching a series of these to a magazine, but for the life of me could not think of a magazine that would want epigrams? If you do, or are, DM.

Starting at the end of the week, I want to start posting no stakes non-essay ephemera writing to try things out, but in very short form-- one screenshot attached to a tweet. What do you want to maybe read?

-prose poem
-fictional fragment
-verse poem
-other (explain more in replies)

Tonight, more Rilke from Edward Snow, I am standing on the backs of the koi that live in lotus ponds, on Greenland sharks that are 492 years old and have worms in their eyes, on every glowing anglerfish. Objecthood the one bank, historical time the other.

Spoiler; they do in the next season!!!