Recently, I had the pleasure of working with my friend Kyle Simon, who has started Farrington Press outside of Joshua Tree, California. The press is off-grid, meaning it functions on solar power, and the water and materials Kyle brings in strapped to his pickup truck.

The stones at the base of a mountain or those of a rolling meadow are like a pack of dogs at rest, wild pigs running chaotically, or calves frolicking with their mothers.

I read a few months ago that the pre-Socratic philosopher Thales of Miletus believed that our world had emerged from mud, and back to mud it would return.

When I think of Judd as a writer, I think of his ability to see. Which is to say, I locate this beautiful specificity in the way that when Judd writes about an artist, he writes about that artist.