Limamu Mbaye By Jack Chipper For Numéro Netherlands January 2025

It's the Martyr's Prize Diamond gaze Eyes like pimples simple Simon I gotta make ends meet skim the water line like I'm taking a seat Saving my tears for the marginal me and the me that was made to eat me

Ayyyyy but give the pamphlet thank god, it's a dress code nothing bad happens to hamlet said I, among the nonfiction fates thank god for these men and their women the women who operates to realize her own oppression her own demise confessions to concessions til the fins congregate til they take us to heaven without the lessons This is how we destroy we this is how we forsake we we been dead for weeks tools for the fool and weak tools from the master subscription code inheritance of the meek never get old fire for thine eyes hooked without the hook you made it this far, look you've been dead for weeks happy feet disappearing in god fearing tar buy a bigger car never get old

Eleni R

Gert Heinrich Wollheim,

The Anxiety Dream; 1928

again and again and again and again

Tô Ngọc Vân, Les Brodeuses, 1932

"Minoan ladies in blue" frescoe at the Palace of Knossos, Minoan (Crete), circa 1500 BC

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The Mower

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found   A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,   Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.   Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world   Unmendably. Burial was no help: Next morning I got up and it did not. The first day after a death, the new absence   Is always the same; we should be careful Of each other, we should be kind   While there is still time. - Philip Larkin

Lynette Yiadom Boakye, A Concentration, 2018. Oil on linen. 79 × 98 ½ × 1 ½ in. 

Corvi-Mora, London; and Jack Shainman Gallery, New York.