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Sal Randolph
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Artist & writer working between language & action. Art, attention, poetry, and Zen. My book is The Uses of Art. Co-founder of dispersed holdings, a publishing project. She/they.

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Licks over likes.
October 17, 2025 at 2:03 PM
Agnes Martin, untitled, 1960, ink on paper.
October 7, 2025 at 2:39 PM
“I NO LONGER KNOW IF I EVER FALL ASLEEP. IF I DO, I remain outside of sleep itself, in that constantly moving ring of icy asteroids that circles the dark and immobile hollow of oblivion. It is as if I never enter that shadowy vacuum. I toss and turn, literally, in the zone around it”

César Aira
October 7, 2025 at 2:35 PM
It seems we are foraging.
October 2, 2025 at 6:32 PM
“Expect to see more dictatorships.”
Sean Ashton, Massive Massive Oil Slick.
September 29, 2025 at 3:27 PM
NYC Tonight!

I’ll be reading at Unnameable Books in Brooklyn.

Come for Filip Marinovich, The Ghost Shepherds, Eddie Berrigan and our host, Bathtub Nebula — stay for me!

Thursday September 18 7:30-9:30 Unnameable Books 615 Vanderbilt Ave. Brooklyn

September 18, 2025 at 2:18 PM
“So I am writing my life, after all, as a novel! Why not? It was a matter of finding a form, and somehow history, my history, has found the form for me...so my novel can still be a sort of memoir and a sort of diary.”

The Sea, The Sea - Iris Murdoch
September 15, 2025 at 5:44 PM
“I have considered writing a journal, not of happenings for there will be none, but as a record of mingled thoughts and daily observations: ‘my philosophy’, my pensées against a background of simple descriptions of the weather and other natural phenomena.“

(The Sea, The Sea - Iris Murdoch)
September 6, 2025 at 3:52 PM
“I write in these notebooks so that the experience of time can, in fact, be absorbed. I thought that one day, reading these texts, which come from my tension of dissipating and accumulating in metamorphoses, might offer me clues to the eternal return of the mutual.”
September 5, 2025 at 2:13 PM
When the Art Gallery of New South Wales commissioned a self-portrait from Margaret Preston she accepted but responded with characteristic acerbity: “I am a flower painter — not a flower.”
August 26, 2025 at 2:45 PM
Margaret Preston, Banksia cobbs, 1933, Art Gallery of New South Wales.

A black vase contains stems of Australian banksia pods, with dark stiff lobes and bristles, and thin green serrated leaves. The pods and leaves appear to writhe with dark shadows and starkly illuminated surfaces.
August 24, 2025 at 1:19 PM
Margaret Preston, Western Australian gum blossom, 1928, Art Gallery of New South Wales.
August 23, 2025 at 1:40 PM
Margaret Preston, Implement Blue, 1927, Art Gallery of New South Wales.
August 22, 2025 at 1:55 PM
A Post on Modification
August 18, 2025 at 6:26 PM
A post on a squirrel
August 16, 2025 at 1:17 PM
A Post on the Democratic Machine
August 15, 2025 at 8:04 PM
With Frank O’Hara’s poems in my pocket even New York’s hottest days are imbued with what he calls a “luminous humidity.” The city’s dirt becomes beautiful. “Does it just seem dirty / that's what you think of in the city / you don't refuse to breathe do you,” he asks.
July 5, 2025 at 12:53 PM
The opening of Paterson, William Carlos Williams.
May 26, 2025 at 3:35 PM
A Photograph of a Victory
May 19, 2025 at 9:43 PM
Twenty-one hours ago, a woman looked to the left.
May 18, 2025 at 4:39 PM
First of all, there is too much light. As if light requires that you only see light.
May 17, 2025 at 4:46 PM
A Post on Species

The sand lizard and the adder are among those who have benefitted.…
April 22, 2025 at 5:44 PM
April 21, 2025 at 12:45 PM
A Post on Kittens

There were three, swirled like a cinnamon bun, then there were four, then five.…
April 19, 2025 at 1:27 PM
A Post on Risk-Taking

Unsurprisingly, it is good; there is little risk in taking calculated risks.…
April 18, 2025 at 7:47 PM