• A gust of night pushed its way in the door and everyone inside wavered once like stalks in a field then resumed their talk.

    A gust of night pushed its way in the door and everyone inside wavered once like stalks in a field then resumed their talk.

    Title: Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

    December 3, 2017
  • and when people flock into each other, we achieve action and block out the sun. What is it, anyway, to look? It is to vanish some parts to a hum.

    and when people flock into each other,    we achieve action and block out the sun.    What is it, anyway, to look?  It is to vanish some parts to a hum.

                                                                  California, October 2016 title: Heather Christle, Some Combinations  

    September 17, 2017
  • Under the blazing sun, when the landscape is on fire, the traveler crosses the stream on a very narrow bridge, before a dark hole where the trees line the water that falls asleep in the afternoon. And, against the trembling background of the woods, the motionless man.

    Under the blazing sun, when the landscape is on fire, the traveler crosses the stream on a very narrow bridge, before a dark hole where the trees line the water that falls asleep in the afternoon. And, against the trembling background of the woods, the motionless man.

                              Joshua Tree, CA July 2017 Title: Pierre Reverdy, Afternoon, Translated by Lydia Davis

    September 14, 2017
  • into the first blue currents and cold navigation of everything awake.

    into the first blue currents and cold navigation of everything awake.

                          title: Anne Carson, The Glass Essay

    September 10, 2017
  • Waving in a language we wouldn’t Understand

    Waving in a language we wouldn’t Understand

            title: Dan Chelotti, My Sparrow  

    September 10, 2017
  • We are all and only our distances And when we touch that is what we touch. Our messy shelves. Our sullen privations And overabundance of lemons.

    We are all and only our distances And when we touch that is what we touch. Our messy shelves. Our sullen privations And overabundance of lemons.

    Title: Dan Chelotti, My Sparrow

    November 7, 2016
  • Welcome home lovebirds

    Welcome home lovebirds

    title: Jim Dine  

    October 27, 2016
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