PLUTØ PROJECTS




is the electrate thought garden of gallerist-salonnier,

ROBERT ZIN STARK


WHITE CUBE •° BLACK HOLE

6.26.19


This writing project
is a scrolling fantasy,
but the colors quite real.

6.25.19


Is pragmatism the rock we sharpen, or to see a sharp rock?

There is a pragmatism that aims towards an ideal—which is more accurately called efficiency—and there is the pragmatism that finds an essence—which is the foundation of aesthetics.

What is the pragmatism in missing someone? Is it a process of distilling their essence? There being no result or product to this process, except a certainty that they brought you happiness. 

6.23.19


Words are claws,
and sentences their tentacles,
they’ve sunk so deep
and wrapped so tight
we think them armor and diamonds.

Is your crown of laurels
a many-eyed bramble bush?
And where are you now,
in a thicket of funny snakes?

Perhaps they should be colored,
painted and feathered—
made to dance,
thrown to the sky
for us to see them, for;
dragons burst into firebirds. 

6.19.19


Passion,
means to endure suffering.

Compassion,
means to endure suffering together. 

To endure suffering by oneself, for oneself, is to be a victim and narcissist. The glory of which is a fantasy.

To endure suffering by others, only for others, is to be a martyr and altruist. The glory of which is a labor.

Both we call love,
but one attracts and one unites,
one intoxicates and one heals,
one pursues and one yields,
one persistent and one patient,
and one separates and one bonds.

One without the other is to attempt life without both oil and water.

And self-compassion?
An irony as thick as life?
A love as true as blood?