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071701
Baby is Tindering in the parking lot
And is waiting to pick up the phone
A hurricane like the one that ruined us in 92
Is it is even possible that it would mean the world to her, to him
On a restaurant with a name misspelled on the sign
I only wish it was possible not to cross that time threshold
To be certain that the best way of thinking about romantics was simply grave - a grave with a cracked corner That a small New England town could forget
His memories of American parades and A's pronounced like "ah"
They named a street for a war that was won once
in Staten Island
Or doo-wop on the radio, mishearing the lyrics
The lawless Manhattan Bridge
051701
I feel sorry for you cattle rancher
I feel sorry for you teacher
I feel sorry for you refugee
I feel sorry for you newsman
I feel sorry for you press secretary
Middle class jockeying
Posturing for a picture with a perfect view of the bridge
Expect bad results
delegitimize
The predisqualification of accuracy
Predismissal of accuracy
Childhood fields and unknown fear
Seeing bare branches against blue sky
Too cold
Unknowingly unkind
Stripped
As in unprotected
She soiled her pants and had to wear boys clothing
Fears of words that sounded like devil
Preempted biblical associations
Tougher talk on tackling terrorism too
041701
Syria
I saw the babies
You saw the babies
Capital
There are no safe zones
We may disagree on this
But
Who called you?
Ranking member
Remember?
We would green-light that
Certain discretions
He has latitude to do that
Unified foreign policy likes/seeks a reification of the refugee soul
Essentialism
"How do we bring the [X] conflict to an end?"
031701
Defer
Outsource
Defer
Everything is going to be fine
Can I get the last four digits of your social
Today I was asked if I am a career minded professional and do I want to grow?
Your bot is a battleground
Expat de-frat
Defeat
There's a reason why we only drag her out at Christmas
He likes to walk the Bible
But I think there's peace in not knowing
Plus who wants to spend Easter in the desert
MSG
gluten-free
021701
Il y avait quelquechose qui se plante de ces mots
Oui c'est la douleur de la vie
On est en train de souffrir
Et ces mots inutiles nous donnent les droits légales
On a se met dans la rue
On rie
On se met sous la troue
Mais on peut rire
Il yavait quelqu'un qu'on ne peut pas regarder
Il vit encore
On bois
On regard
Qu'est ce qui se passe?
Les choses
Les trucs
Les pantalons
L'argent
Ce ça qu'on a pour vivre encore
Quarante poids et un peu pour l'alcool
011701
They are silly without radar
Please stay at your stations and cooperate
There are five lines people
After the war
After the way
They renamed the boulevard
Their words made it seem old
Old with an E
Songs about words
Liberty,
victory
freedom
Commas are not allowed
Make it so that the air is thick enough
As become Es
Meetings in suits are like champagne afternoons
She's calling in a half-hour
Maybe it will mean something to you
121601
Sorry I'm exhausted I can't do your radicalism today
This shop's getting political
Il n'y a pas de taille unique
If there were two of me, it would be like all business
Oh I know if I were dating me there would be like no talking, like none whatsoever
A laugh is a cry
Leave us in your will
Ha
What a joke
What studio practice?
Qu’est ce qui se passe avec celui là?
Est-il en train de lire des règles?
Oh we can get refills on everything right?
This is a good time to hold Hillary
That's so European I literally don't even know what you're saying right now
Johnson is gone
Nixon is gone
And we ask that the wrongs now right themselves
It's summer vacation from Vietnam and we can view it with a calendar of circular perspective
111602
One star unhappy face
We are processing your order
I'm CCing you guys in without Max and Marissa
Is she wearing a wire?
I emailed them twice already
I changed the names because I signed an NDA today
He violated C
Accent E
The worlds longest tunnel slide
He is such a tit
100 milliliters in a clear plastic bag
Laptops out
Belts off
Sir no not you not yet
Use your own phone
Cleaning an AC under a running tap
I hear a hospital got bombed in Syria today
Why has cheese been added to everything?
From PE to UC
Barnett Newman zip
Hillary
Trump
111601
The work was interesting for a Thursday
Naked men, lattes and Disney
Bathing dogs
Men in thongs
America wants you to want it so badly
Tell me my flag is sexy and unwanted brown all over
Dirty how you like it
I’m not sure when I learned to stop loving you
Can i get a coffee to get toe
Kerb with a K
Kart with a K
Kris with a K
Where's my car
Where's my uber
Where's my driver
Where's my phone
101602
A job of influence
The violence and power of replacing fruit truck emblems and revising skylines to reflect only security theater and
post 2014
Deliveries in the back and concrete gates
No
Violins and bagpipes don't mean it was un-given
Hollow waste like daydreams of great and failed 90s death threats
Your wallet is still filled with blood
Only the lonely carry ready-cash for making pleasure of the only affectation
afforded to any one with an open heart and an open Chase account
That was in the 90s when we sought attention through words and not
Instagram
Spoke To Christian Last Year And He Told Me He Was Interested In Subcontractors From Eastern Europe/Re: Web Design|All Other/Non-Member
Presumably, friends are going to be full of proof
There is a cop always stationed outside
Checking papers without checking papers if you know what I mean
Cronuts, a four-star tip jar and 75c pastries tell us we are free
But fireworks can happen in whole foods too
I thought I would be safe in Dean and Deluca because that's where I shop
Dizzying and whipped of blood
Now free to pass through body scanners on a whim
Meanwhile the numbers greet us with the promise of death by cop
Your freedom is getting all over me
She just needs to focus on herself right now, ok?
And she has so many children
It’s like she adopted an entire village
What do you think she will do?
Not only milk mothers learn how to count the time on the wall
Some of us up here also know like there is no tomorrow
101601
Tiles highlight
You
don’t
know
who
you're
dealing
with
that writing is invisible social texture
check uncheck
duke of the gallery check
in
10,000 pound euro dollar yen
check
bouncer here so we bounce
I like really don’t appreciate that
queue/line/queue/line
091603
Death is just a dance that you do alone
Re-enforcing the buttons that she sewed on my shirt was like holding her hand again
Run for the door and then pretend it's cool like you just don't care
Sick of the military copters flying over the bridge
No reason
Nine eleven is on a sunday this year
Bacchanal
Garden party canteen, tonic water shots at the poker table
Broken lights by the looks of it and by the end of it all
Pissed off at the body-image elevator mirrors with uncomfortable tugs at a blouse
Drink hard
lüse weight
Have you any idea how long it took to achieve these organic beings and swiftershrinking
expenditure reports
Buying a thirty day metro card - a quiet promise of living for another month
Their irony isn't new
Her brain just caught up with last years memes
By wearing the university t shirt, you are complicit in the brain rot
Broken and/or sold and salvaged apparatuses in the 4th floor classroom of pre-Brooklyn
2011
Ghosts of information
Infrastructure merely scented with tape-glue marks on the floor
Oh god the election is coming up
Throw up peace signs so you can rock the vote
See what you’ve done democracy works
Black markets for votes
Skin color is sin color
And guess who will pay the price
Once again
Last time, promise
091602
Artists all staring at each other
Looking at outfits instead of work
A bee jay for Tee Jay
My thoughts are getting urban
Have not Want not
Banners in bespoke espresso clubs
He doesn’t run a shop, he runs a salon nowThere’s a difference
Only that which is made inevitable by discursive pleasure
Ability
re-Abilify®
Pre-diabetes at a college drive-thru
like fake sausage and eggs for breakfast every day
better yet on a kroissant
McDonalds in The Gallery gave out free ice cream and it was the only day that the homeless of the area were unwelcomed
That was before bathroom stabbings and transposing of broken data onto youth
And before anyone without a claim had wherewithal to venture into rolling stop sign areas
Temple is a fortress and your white girls are safe don’t worry
Complaints in the library about those quota students
Give them the means but not the tools
All is fine
On paper this is fine country to be in
this is a fine
country to be
May 68 how dare you
as though its the only thing America needs
orgasmic post-intellectualism
better fit for all-stars, insta fame and white walls
091601
Hey don't worry I'm not a cop
You were doing just fine
Risks faced on a daily basis pale in comparison
You're important you're important it's ok you're important
Fake in a glass box
Paid non-outdoor time
Blessed rays through double-backed silica
Accepting faces at biased value
When I was a young man man
When I was a young woman woman
Three can play that game
Nostalgia is a killer
It'll get you in the end if you keep looking back at emails and photos from six years ago
Fatter stomachs and moving forwards
When deleting an email
a message unread is treason
Social suicide
Tall buildings for voting booths
Instagram is frowning at me
Hah
Nice weekend
081604
We don’t pick cotton anymore
I can’t see why you react like this
When there’s so much real work to be done
In 2010 a bourgeois indulgence was a bad thing
Phantom pamphlets
Bobos in a secondhand reader downloaded illegally
The instructor’s new app
ready for your texts
Lemonade means we’re all united now
He doesn’t want to talk to me
He wanted to talk to you
Did it only seem fair
to have socialite surveillance
passive aggressive stares into computer screens
Can anyone actually knw rght nw?
A canned text and square format photo at the ready
proving the need for less play
studying outside
cold ground for books
E-readers and tablets
need to wait until tuesday
when you reach out
Stream for me
Stream for me
Please
Won’t you
Streaming
And faint before you close the chat window.
081603
Foreign qualifications keeping domestic company
Don’t now say that you too have not felt this way
Options include
“O dear one waited upon”
The look into our eyes is changed intent
Resentment and learned skills
Exchange silhouettes and passports
Looking back at her long life of recovery
All trials attended to
all worries and anointed to-do lists
sitting back like oral in a chair
Cocky
Tones
Raised voices
Pushing away like why are you doing this
That’s nothing
Late on the uptake
Analog waiting
Tie a ribbon around a tree its already been seven years
Slow so slow colors
Initial pairing
Sequences edited for maximum impact
Sweet one you’re ready
You’re ready
Left behind
Scratches on the cracked drywall
Haven’t you had enough already?
He’s in with us
Hands out to say grace - untouched
Designer clothes for children too many stacked boxes
Plastic is what was meant to be - yankee ingenuity
No injuries for backdoor work
He needed only for the glasses to be removed and the anxieties
also became memories in plastic
Do you want to wait a second?
Customers make the most loyal fans
Would you die for your customers?
081602
Honey that's not my style
Death palms and neapolitan neon love
Battleground, Florida 1990
Battleground, Florida 2000
Battleground, Florida 2016
loose stools
fist machine and a concrete fix
Weird unwanted late mornings with The Pick-up Kids
Nauseous train journey for two and your latest houseguest, redoing the insides
And then a Big Pink sunset on Easter
Can't talk
Won't talk
Long shadows on a boulevard, shouldering dirty clothes in a plastic bag, ready for sedatives and late-night tourism infomercials
Freezing, broken phone calls
Alms by SMS and email
There's a lot to be done
You've got planning to do
There's things that needs to happen
Do you have the phone number?
We should be there at 2
Consolation drinks
Only rented, in the toilet an hour later
Cold codeine color contest
The comments are getting positive
081601
Unstated evidence
Send your #rainselfies to @
Post op
Post Hegelian sense of self
"Ohioans are so demureTheir reaction to live television cameras is so quaint, late 1950s adorable”
Endearing, undecided voters hate the wall
Conditioned to applause
conditioned for applause
Mcdonalds and cigarettes crossing the avenue on the way to work
Primordial 90s hangovers with wide laces
Brown skin, paid to haul ice in the heat for an inflatable pool and a white child's birthday party
Rooms for 100 an hour and balloons in your favorite color, full of things un-meant for you
I thought that would be your reaction
Otherwise
Look at my dress "here's the thing Art is all about interpretation"
Tongueless aspirations and a mirror to the past
He post
Me post
Did you see what she just posted?
I posted into the future
Infantry and joy abandon hope
With two fingers pointed directionless into the audience
There is no weight of American flags is there?
071602
*UNPUBLISHED - currently under review for publication*
071601
Make necessary the arrangements
Exemplary ex-brexit
Unsettling
as it may be
maybe
Unintended pushes towards
Here’s the thing
Are you looking into the future
or do you mean that its not a “now” thing
A moment of silence and a cold benediction
Moving target like a fixation
but that we wouldn’t automatically say yes to an electrified debate over
winning concessions on making an abbreviated visit
followed by the killings
Amen to that
uncles and aunts mothers and fathers brothers and sisters
tweeting in unison
A non-indemnifiable chorus
Make now towards a handgun everlasting
post-rhetoric knowhow
Non-responsibility of empathy education
two alerts in text form
Consultancy firms now calling for legislative change looking
at the most recent poll
Shifting attitude
Make shift memorial
see you in Cleaveland
Counciling personnel on hand and available to seek relief
Holding only what was brought
Something more dangerous than weapons
Bipartisan committee erupting in a dozen cities overnight
As he screamed for his father, I couldn’t help but detach
as for me and my family
head of house on a renewal lease
Forcing you and them to the water’s edge
Running with a limp body in her hands and on her arms
10 most outrageous things to say to a cop when you are asked to
bow your heads and pray for the forgiveness
Thoughts and prayers thoughts and prayers thoughts and prayers
Thoughts and prayers thoughts and prayers thoughts and prayers
Thoughts and prayers thoughts and prayers thoughts and prayers
Thoughts and prayers thoughts and prayers thoughts and prayers
Thoughts and prayers thoughts and prayers thoughts and prayers
Thoughts and prayers thoughts and prayers thoughts and prayers
t&p t&p
lasting like a fight over a wedding dress
its not about that you prick
Thank you for your patience
An unanswered call means they are never coming back
that unidentified body is her son’s
This doesn’t happen to people like us it just doesn’t happen
to people like us I don’t know who it happens to
The words the diatribe the hatred flow from the microphone and the sandwich board
like weeping
The broadcast network delivers the latest and most watched
giving us only a taste of the good life streamed
And we hope only that they will post about who was the last to
jump.
061601
Currency becomes the means, very literally The Medium, through which individuals on this plane interact, relate, engage, admire, view, assimilate.
Like an arranged marriage, the outcome of the interaction is predetermined - not by power as understood in what are now familiar terms - but through social non-agency as minute and cloaked as something like taste. But taste is again a cloaked term. Then, the question is, is taste necessarily taste or can it be a euphemism - perhaps a rogue agent - for something quasi-scientific in the same (however removed) as the mid-century horror. Is taste not about feigned desire and instead about an approximated value.
Is this object worthy of My Consumption and/through My Association?
Not, “does it echo with the sounds of the right bank account notification?” - but is it fit for surrounding me or me enveloping it insomuch as it can be seen as somehow connected to my own existence?
An easy example of this is manner in which those of considerable means might surround themselves with those who toil in some endeavor that the former come to describe as culture, even while not fully understanding the implication of the term.
Unaware of former misbehaviors, artists might be collected in the same way that a child collects figurines or playing and trading cards from the latest fad game. Unaware of the history, development, discipline, or academic endeavor understood by this adopted world, The Collector seeks to amass as a means of reifying a public-facing cultural diet of only that which is worthy. They ignore the inscription upon the artist-as-item that calls for a fundamental need for study and careful contemplation in favor of the obsessive drive (that we can indeed understand as an archival drive towards death) to subsume beyond that of the neighbor, the acquaintance: the feared equal and the loathed superior.
I don’t care. I love it.
And so is this thesis of The Collector perpetuated until one trial of connoisseurship is lost to another fleeting interest.
051601
Franklin Collective’s The Wine is crafted from a unique blend of early Minimalist notes combined with a hyperreal bouquet of iterative fragrances. Though the dialectic opposition of floral tones, the palate of the disparate sobriquets becomes reified through a haptic appreciation of a soft, more horizontal approach to the fermentation process. The wine’s color signature challenges an essentialist reading of organic fruit harvesting, while speaking to hints of post-capitalist acidity daringly juxtaposed with a somewhat gestural play on taste-normativity. The plurality of tastes in The Wineexists within a liminal space between a problematization of both ‘good’ and ‘terrible. Allow your mouth to unpack the earthy discursiveness of The Wine.
Its been said that:
“This wine completely privileges my reading of intuitionist critiques of what constitutes flavor, in a quasi-Hegelian sense.”
041601
Franklin Collective recognizes the value of the Internet in its capacity to connect and allow for the sharing of ideas and information - especially across physical distance. Our relationship is of course aided in this way. It is the discovery process for artists and curators that we see as a bit more dubious in terms of a kind of horizontality. Platforms like Google ultimately manage and preassign our experience of the Internet and point to certain places and identities over others. Whereas in the past, one might come across a particular artist based on a conversation with a stranger or simply wandering into a gallery in a particular neighborhood. At this point, the limits of controlled access to working artists were physical location, social interaction and perhaps a kind psychogeographic reading of a particular place insomuch as whether or not an individual might find oneself or even permit oneself to wander into an unknown neighborhood, zone, otherspace, nospace.
Proprietary algorithms and sponsored search results now determine which artists we might become aware of or which institutions an artist might learn of and deem as accessible and/or aligned with his/her/their practice.‘Participation’ with ‘the arts’ has also seen a curtailing. ‘Like’ and ‘Favorite’ have become abstracted support of, understanding of, engagement with an artist’s practice. Instaculture and Like-culture mean that viewing art is as replaceable and replicable of an experience as unfollowing one arts blog in favor of another.
And yet, we still see benefits to the Internet’s continued and expanding role in our field. While the very real spatial and operational constraints of server-dependency have not been fully addressed in the newly evolved identity of ‘the archive’ and the death-drive that ensues - archival material for the present (and, we hope, the future…) has seen an incredible leap forwards in terms of visibility and transparency. The veil of the turreted artist continues to unravel as social media channels allow us to, more often, have some (even if carefully curated) view of an artist’s personal life.
Where once a viewer was limited to the rare sketches found in backroom dealings and drunken nights with an artist or simply what an artist chose to share in a studio visit as fully formed, finished ‘work’ - direct and indirect access to digital records now allow for past work, even those perhaps seen by an artist as ‘failures’, to become a matter of public record. Illusions of 21st century privacy aside, this does present us with a new kind of transparency for the art-viewing public.