My own tribute to the wonderful American conceptual artist John Baldessari, who passed away on 1/2/2020.
When we move away from abstractions, we get closer to the particulars, and so to the actual felt texture of lived life. Here’s an attempt in prose of doing that.
A reading in honor of Bloom.
What happens when you combine platform co-operatives with the visionary?
What did Milton experience when he dictated Paradise Lost?