We are facing death, but we are also pregnant, and this is a kind of lying-in. An Excerpt from the New moon report on March 23rd, 2020 on online platform Artforum by Ariana Reines, a poet based in Cambridge, Massachusetts, author of A Sand Book.
There are things I could say about what artists know about being alone, about the transubstantiation of loneliness into solitude that has guided us spiritually since the Buddha first left his wife and kids to wander and sit under that tree . . . and long before that . . . I could preach to you about the touchless touch of the unified field, the negative space that unites us all, about the substance of our love and longing dilating like the auras all about us, about the immanence of God and the reality of angels, about how lucky we are to have the internet and how lucky we are to finally have a chance to learn how to use it for good instead of evil . . .
Full text on https://www.artforum.com/slant/ariana-reines-s-new-moon-report-82533
