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Transfiguration of Suffering

(Why is Saint Sophia a woman?)   In our bags, on our shoulders, we carry towers of feelings, silenced, embedded in wild and meek lines, drawn, entwined, cried out, overflown. No one sees how the column is growing up from

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Transfiguration of Suffering

(Why is Saint Sophia a woman?)   In our bags, on our shoulders, we carry towers of feelings, silenced, embedded in wild and meek lines, drawn, entwined, cried out, overflown. No one sees how the column is growing up from

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Venice Biennale

Venice Biennale The city is floating: ever more dense more and more people are entering.  The city shivers. The city is floating but we come to see  as we cross, not the inner city. To the outskirts we flee Everyone

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Venice Biennale

Venice Biennale The city is floating: ever more dense more and more people are entering.  The city shivers. The city is floating but we come to see  as we cross, not the inner city. To the outskirts we flee Everyone

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Line poem

Line poem by Jacob Voorthuis   Place a placeless point where you might be and another on that tree;

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Line poem

Line poem by Jacob Voorthuis   Place a placeless point where you might be and another on that tree;

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how to capture

how to shape boiling rice vapor petrichor freshly cut grass flow like salt from the beloved’s tears oak in wine charred fat how to capture hot kettle water as it pours into a cup sighs distant laughter design clay dough

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how to capture

how to shape boiling rice vapor petrichor freshly cut grass flow like salt from the beloved’s tears oak in wine charred fat how to capture hot kettle water as it pours into a cup sighs distant laughter design clay dough

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an architecture that blooms forlorn

an architecture that means no good indifferent to beauty and comfort hopeless faithless fruitless free from desire one that stands in awe in front of dolor and anguish not avengeful not vindictive foreign to cruelty or hate instead one that

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an architecture that blooms forlorn

an architecture that means no good indifferent to beauty and comfort hopeless faithless fruitless free from desire one that stands in awe in front of dolor and anguish not avengeful not vindictive foreign to cruelty or hate instead one that

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a snake

I saw the small boy sitting on the ground outside next to the porch of the old, old house he was playing with a twig poking holes in the red mud under the rotten boards on the side of the

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a snake

I saw the small boy sitting on the ground outside next to the porch of the old, old house he was playing with a twig poking holes in the red mud under the rotten boards on the side of the

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in collaboration with

when fire turns to stone and streams stutter where window frames undo within and without for they recognise how much beauty black offers César Manrique— Restaurant “El Diablo” (1970). Timanfaya, Lanzarote. Photo nw 2017

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in collaboration with

when fire turns to stone and streams stutter where window frames undo within and without for they recognise how much beauty black offers César Manrique— Restaurant “El Diablo” (1970). Timanfaya, Lanzarote. Photo nw 2017

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Maurits’ tenants

Mr. F woke up one morning like many others. It may have been Sunday, but then again, Mr. F is not one that makes a difference between work days and weekends, he’s a lucky one. Lets assume though that it

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Maurits’ tenants

Mr. F woke up one morning like many others. It may have been Sunday, but then again, Mr. F is not one that makes a difference between work days and weekends, he’s a lucky one. Lets assume though that it

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Four Places in Bogotá (4/4): Centro de Memoria, Paz y Reconciliación

Man, myth and material meet in four places in Bogotá. A series of four poems. ~ Centro de Memoria, Paz y Reconciliación ~ enormous gravestone rises bloody poor grounds cuts her soft yellow soil a cross of deep wounds where

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Four Places in Bogotá (4/4): Centro de Memoria, Paz y Reconciliación

Man, myth and material meet in four places in Bogotá. A series of four poems. ~ Centro de Memoria, Paz y Reconciliación ~ enormous gravestone rises bloody poor grounds cuts her soft yellow soil a cross of deep wounds where

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arch

upon losing center I have noticed that the effort which keeps a world in place also threatens to bring it down all is tense all is fleeting and perennial geometry syncretizes life and death pending on the position of a keystone

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arch

upon losing center I have noticed that the effort which keeps a world in place also threatens to bring it down all is tense all is fleeting and perennial geometry syncretizes life and death pending on the position of a keystone

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